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This story starts out true enough from a older guy that missed the boat. I am 52 years old and have found the wonders of the power of cock. It started early enough watching in the boys room at school scared to death with what was going on in my mind and simply couldn’t figure it out. I adored watching the boys my age pissing although I couldn’t figure out why. At about the age of 13 I figured out what it was. Some years later, at about 45 my wife and I were playing true confessions after getting drunk. She finally got me to the point where I wasn’t exactly aware of what I was saying.

The next morning she was telling me everything that was said but for some reason I only remembered bits and pieces from the night before. I think she was seeing if I would blush. She asked me if I was serious about what i had said and I told her I was; that I had always dreamed about doing just that. She pushed me a little further and I thought what the hell, go for broke! I proceeded to tell her that I wished to be a cum slut for 4 or 5 guys and have them use me as they wanted as long as no hard pain was involved.

Also, I wanted her to be there. She thought at first I was a nut and then she said that as much as I loved her fucking me with her dildo she could understand where I was coming from. She also said she liked the idea of watching me getting it from both ends. Finally she gave me 2 days to hunt out what I was looking for.

Well, I tried gay bars. Not that good, I was 45 not 25. So the pickings were not that great for willing people. I went online and found one guy close to my age sarıyer escort and we hit it off rather well. David and I talked online for 2 to 3 weeks and finally decided to meet at a restaurant to talk and see if we were what each other were looking for. After enjoying several hours of dinner conversation we decided a hotel room was in order.

David left in his car and I followed, sweating bullets and with a funny feeling in my balls that something good was going to happen. I was so nervous that I couldn’t remember my name at the check-in so I faked a coughing attack to hide although I was certain the clerk wasn’t buying it.

I took a room with a hot tub so we, mostly me, could relax – HOPEFULLY! David walked into the room and on his way to get the tub ready told me to relax and get naked. When he returned from the bathroom he was already naked and he had a marvelous body, that I just couldn’t keep my eyes off of. Even in its flaccid state his cock was beautiful and my mouth was watering.

Gone was the fear, gone was the embarrassment of my aging body. David and I climbed into the tub and just relaxed in the hot water. We were enjoying just looking at each other when he leaned over and gently kissed me on the lips. I had never kissed a man before and it was sure different from a woman.

I confess I enjoyed it as much as I returned the kiss and I found my hand easing its way to his already semi-erect cock. David started playing with my nipples, something I truly love and my cock sprang straight up. After the kiss David asked me fındıkzade escort what I wished to do and I told him that I really wanted to suck him and do my dead level best to give the best head he ever had. He told me that was ok with him but he wanted to stay in the tub a while and play and talk.

I asked David what he wanted and he relayed to me that he wished to suck my cock also. We climbed out of the tub and began to fondle and dry each other. As I was drying him I kissed the head of his cock and he held my head so gently there as I went down further to sucked his balls.

David and I headed to the bed. As he lay down I got on my knees and played with his cock for a second and marveled at its 8-inch length. I knew it I was in heaven. So smooth and so hard I just wanted to swallow it all. I took in as much as I could into my mouth then felt the tears in my eyes as I realised this was every thing I thought it could be.

David wasn’t to be denied as he slid me up on the bed and started to 69 with me. My 6 incher was engulfed in his mouth and he seemed as happy as I was, maybe even more so. Now the wife gives excellent head but, my god, having another man down on my cock as I was his, was incredible.

Neither of us wanted to cum and we lovingly sucked each other for a good 45 minutes. We both wanted to explode but first we wanted to drive each other crazy. And we were doing a pretty good job at it. We hugged each other for a while and he started to play with my cock again as I did his. I think he sensed something I was istanbul escort wishing for, by the look in his eyes. He started to play with my ass and tickling my balls. I felt a low moan come my throat. David looked at me and asked if I wanted him to fuck me.

I almost screamed “God yes, please!!!” David got out the lube and lubed my man pussy well. I got on all fours and spread my cheeks and I was once again in heaven. I was finally going to get what I had dreamed of for ages. I hadn’t really talked with him about my man pussy other than I liked anal play. David thought he was getting a broke in model, though I didn’t tell him because I wanted to experience all that man love had to offer.

David slowly entered my ass. There was a little pain but not much as I knew to relax and wanted it so badly. I could have sworn I saw sparks flying as he entered me. God that felt so good. I never wanted him to leave that hole that I was so willing to give him. In that instant I knew I would always have a special place in my heart for him, the first to take my male virgin ass. I felt so good my whole body was tingling from his powerful thrusts and I was hoping that this feeling could last forever. I do remember almost begging him to “Fuck me, Fuck me Don’t stop it feels so good!”

It wasn’t long before I felt his cock swell and I felt the warmest cum filling my man pussy. It had to be at least 6 to 7 squirts.

That was wonderful. Now I know what a woman feels when she is well into her lover .All I could do was moan and thank him for his load. As I lay there with him I hugged him tightly as I really didn’t want to let go. My ass felt really empty as if his cock was suppose to never leave the warm confines of a virgin ass.

After resting a few minutes I finally told him he just had a virgin. He started to apologize as I stopped him and told him that was exactly what I had dreamed of.

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Wow, seems like forever since I’ve posted anything. Life was pretty busy and then along came the novel coronavirus and got even crazier.

I haven’t been able to contact my long-suffering editor, LarryInSeattle — well before the virus hit. I hope he’s well. It took a while to find a replacement.

Say hello to HotandHollow. Needless to say, any errors you find are mine alone.

As usual I’m having trouble with categories. The sex depicted is between two guys, one of whom is bi. So, “Gay Male”. As the story progresses, I imagine there will be MF, MFM, hell maybe FMF sex. If you’re gay and not interested in sexual depictions including a woman, I’ll give you a heads up in the intro.

I hope you enjoy. Please post helpful comments even if negative.

*

I don’t expect you to believe me. We’ve all been taught to beware the unreliable narrator. That’s cool. I get it. I lie all the time. Now, before you get all judgey-judgey on me — so do you. Everyone does. I try to keep the lies that hurt to a minimum, but I lie.

I’m not lying about this: I wasn’t thinking about anything other than a particularly vexing physics problem. I was staring, true, but I was staring into space, not at him. I mean, come on, I was spinning my pencil around my index finger. It was a classic what-am-I-missing-that-will-solve-this-bitch-of-a-problem posture.

Okay, it’s also true that my other hand was squeezing my cock through my shorts, but what nineteen-year-old doesn’t play with his dick most of the time? Alright, it is also true I might have been thinking about scenarios not directly related to the particularly vexing physics problem, but these hypothetical scenarios did not involve Hector.

I knew Hector. It was a small school. He was in my physics class. I had noticed him as I looked for a quiet place to study. I’d found an open table and spread out my stuff. It wasn’t hard to find an open table. It was a Friday night. I was surprised to see Hector. He was not a nerd. He was an excellent forward, the only freshman on the varsity team. He was also irritatingly intelligent. I prefer my jocks dumb, easy to categorize — to look down on. Not Hector. Professor Myer had yet to ask him a question he hadn’t handled as easily as he handled a soccer ball.

I knew Hector but we didn’t hang. I didn’t do study groups. Anyway, I was staring into space and not at Hector, and while I might have been distracted by random thoughts of hard, spurting cocks, I was not staring at Hector, and I was not squeezing my dick thinking about his hard, spurting cock.

Not that he wasn’t hot. No, Hector was hot, but he wasn’t my type, to the extent a nineteen-year-old nerd has a type. I had only recently, as in the last year, realized that I was bi. I’d dated in high school. A fellow nerd with thick hair, smallish boobs with a ready smile and wicked, if under-stated, wit. We’d had sex in typical nerd fashion. We read about, then found porn depicting sex we thought we might be interested in trying, and then studied them.

Cindy was an amazing kisser. The first time we had intercourse was not as dreadful as we had come to believe to be inevitable. I discovered I liked to eat her out. Everything was pretty okay.

One problem: I had found myself as interested in the hard, spurting cocks in the videos as I was in the boobs and pussies. The nerd approach wouldn’t work for this one. I could read all I wanted about how to tell your girlfriend that while you were eating her pussy, you dreamed it was being simultaneously fucked by a hard, spurting cock, that happened to slip out of her pussy and into your mouth.

But none of what I read offered much beyond the old pablum about ‘being honest.’ That was harder than any physics problem I had yet encountered. We didn’t go to the same college after high school. She met someone. I did not meet anyone, and, as with most high school romances, we broke up over Christmas break, still friends. I pushed for some break-up sex but she and Ron had signed some kind of mutual assurance of monogamy so they could fuck without a condom. I reminded her that we had fucked without condoms and I hadn’t dated anyone else. No go.

I went back for the spring semester of my freshman year unfettered. Fat lot of good that did me. I wasn’t ready to ask anyone out, especially a dude. But I was leaning more toward trying a dude next time. I was curious if — while having regular sex with a bro — I would start dreaming of pussy? To be honest, I was finding that being bi was not as Woody Allen had allegedly quipped, a way to double your chances of getting a date. I had yet to solve what I thought of as the Cindy quandary, how and when to tell a girl you were dating that you were also interested in guys.

So, anyway, yes, I was staring and thinking about cock, with flashes of pussy, and how to calculate the magnetic flux through a given portion of a sphere, but not at Hector or Hector’s cock.

He must have thought maslak escort I was though because when my mind re-engaged with the present, he was staring at me. I jumped a little, blushed, looked down at my book, and let go of my dick. After a minute, I peeked from under my eyelashes, which is usually as obvious as just looking. He was still looking at me. Apparently, my peeking skills were no better than most.

As I peeked, he scooted down in his chair. His movement caused me to look down, a natural reaction, one bred from millennia of self-selection — if sudden movements didn’t cause your great-to-the-tenth-power grandfather to look up, he didn’t pass on his genes. His shifting in his chair very naturally resulted in me looking down. When I did, he grabbed his cock.

I almost fell out of my chair. I jerked my eyes back to my physics text and tried both to focus on it and convince myself I had been mistaken. There was no way Hector had been staring at me and even less of a chance he’d grabbed his dick when I looked over at him. No way. I tried reading the problem, tried to recall where exactly in my calculations I had lost my way. It didn’t work. In the split second I had, in fact, been staring at Hector, someone had stolen my physics textbook and substituted a version written in ancient Sanskrit.

I glanced up and froze in place, unable to look away. His cock was sticking part way out of the leg of his shorts. My mouth dried up. My heart thudded in my ears. Unable to make sense of what I was seeing, I continued to stare.

Hector started stroking his cock. That was enough to break through the stasis engulfing my brain. I shoved my shit into my backpack and fled. I tried to tell myself I was simply leaving to give myself the space and time to consider the implications of Hector’s behavior, to examine the possibility, if not likelihood, that I was entirely mistaken, and that Hector had done nothing that required consideration. I hadn’t been staring at him.

Wasn’t it feasible I was misinterpreting his look of concentration for a stare? Besides, who hasn’t had a dick slip when free balling in baggy gym shorts? Maybe he’d had an itch or needed to rearrange the gang? He wasn’t stroking his cock in front of me. I was misinterpreting. I tried to tell myself I was leaving to find a quiet spot to think. But I wasn’t. I was fleeing, just one heartbeat per minute short of panicking.

***

Two of my four roommates had gone home for the weekend and the third was spending the weekend at his girlfriend’s. All the dorm rooms were quads. Each of us had a small bedroom. There were two bathrooms, each situated between two of the bedrooms. The kitchen and generous living room/den/dining room rounded out the quad. I had the place to myself. I could have stayed home to study; there were no distractions. In a theoretical sense, there were no distractions. With the place to myself I wouldn’t be confined to my room to watch porn. I had complete freedom to watch whatever I wanted on the big TV in the common room. I was less distracted when at least one of my roommates was around. Even then, I preferred the library. Libraries were places to research and study. Your home was a place to chill.

I didn’t chill that day. I moved from couch to chair to bar stool, searching for a spot in the room where my brain would quit yelling at me. I had pared the possible explanations down to two. One, I had totally misunderstood what had happened. Two, I hadn’t misunderstood at all, and Hector had been coming on to me.

My response, whichever possibility was correct, had been pathetic. The more I shifted my physical location, the more settled I became in the latter conclusion. If possibility number two was correct, Hector had been coming on to me, my response had been beyond pathetic. I had not had sexual contact with another person for over six months. After half a year, a hot guy comes on to me, and I run for my mommy? No other conclusion was tenable except — I was a major fucking dork. The reality, and ain’t reality a total bitch, was that I was a major non-fucking dork. Regardless, of Hector’s intention, I was a major fucking dork. End of story.

For the thousandth time, and that was just this week, I considered app-driven sex. Why not? Because I had chosen a small college in a small town that’s why. Being small was one of the primary reasons I had chosen to come here. A disadvantage I had not appreciated, was that it was an hour-and-a-half away from both San Antonio and Austin. And besides, I didn’t have the money for a weekend out on the town.

There would probably be guys on Grindr, Scruff or Jack’d but I wasn’t ready to out myself. Anonymity in such a circumscribed world would be impossible. The old-school option, one of the local bars might work, assuming my fake ID passed inspection. None of them were gay bars, but still. The problem, as you might have guessed, was me. I had had pussy — I wanted aksaray escort to try cock. I wanted to try cock, but I was not ready to be labeled ‘bi’ or, as was likely, ‘gay’ if satisfying my cock craving led to being outed.

I had been presented the perfect opportunity and blown it. Or maybe he was just stretching, and you’d avoid accidentally outing yourself, one of the several voices in my head chimed in. The meme of the devil and an angel on either shoulder wasn’t all that creative. In my case, my mind rarely painted such simple, black and white options. My head had way more than two ways of fucking with itself. After a couple of hours of random roaming, both mental and physical, I went to bed. I couldn’t even settle down enough to jerk off, but I did sleep.

I woke resolved to quit being an utter spaz. I wasn’t even close to finishing my physics homework and I still had midterms to at least pretend to start thinking about studying for. I showered, got dressed, had half a bagel with hummus, brushed my teeth, decided there wasn’t much I could do about my hair, grabbed my stuff, and headed to the library. I intended to open it and close it. I threw a protein bar in my backpack; I wouldn’t even break for lunch. The library was only open until 4:00 on Saturdays, and I intended to make use of every hour.

The library was across campus, which, given that the campus was only two short blocks long, didn’t take long to cover. My resolve was weakening by the time I reached the edge of the campus. I had not attained the age at which one feels compelled to compulsively check the weather. Meaning in my case, I never checked the weather. If the rest of the day was as perfect as the morning, it would be a crime to spend it in a library. We had arrived at one of those perfect times of the year. Most days were sunny, warm enough to make you sweat if you did more than stroll but not hot enough to make your brain sizzle inside your skull. It appeared today was going to be a prime example of the perfect early spring day in Hill Country. I told myself the weather was irrelevant; I was spending the day in the library.

The student manning the front desk didn’t have the energy to look up from her phone as I waved my ID in front of the scanner to open the door. I made for the corner where I always studied. I was halfway there when I stopped. What if Hector was there? I asked myself. Relax, brah, you fucking pussy. You’ve never seen him back there before. What are you going to do? Transfer to avoid seeing him ever again. There are barely eight hundred students here; you are going to see him again. Jesus, get a grip.

I told myself to shut the hell up and resumed walking. There was no one else in the central study area. I went to the far end of the stacks and hung a right. In the corner of the library, near one of the fire exits, four study tables were lined up along the wall, each with two chairs facing each other across the tables. Unlike me, they seem unperturbed by last night’s incident. This was my favorite place to study.

It was low traffic, but best of all, there were no windows seducing me to escape the tedium and go outside for a run or a bike ride or even a nap under one the shade trees. I sat down, retrieved my laptop, physics book, and my notepad. The requisite rummaging for a pencil at the bottom of my pack followed. Pencil found; I was ready to go.

I flipped to the chapter we were working on, and opened the problem set on the class web page. As I started to read the problem, the solution was obvious. I was both elated, there’s nothing better than one of those ‘ah, moments’, and irritated I hadn’t stumbled upon how simple the problem actually was. I checked my idea on the scratch pad before I uploaded it, but I knew I was right. Between laying down my pencil and turning to the keyboard, I paused for a couple of arm pumps and a soft ‘yes’. As I was typing, I heard the scrape of a chair and my fingers froze.

No way. I glanced up. Yes way. Hector, smirking, sat down. He could have sat facing the same direction as me, but no, he sat down facing me. I realized I was staring when his smirk grew into a full-grown smile. I managed to peel my eyes away and finish entering a summary of how I’d solved the problem along with the numerical answer. Next problem, physics problem not social problem.

It was easy enough that I was able to race through it so quickly that it kept my mind off Hector. I finished entering my answer for that one before my resolve melted away and I looked back up. He had his physics book out, but it wasn’t open. His smile had receded somewhat. Without looking away, he pushed his chair back and stood.

When he began to walk toward me, my heart did some kind of crazy backflip with a full twist and landed astride my trachea, cutting off my air. He walked by so close his hip brushed the side of the table. He was still looking at me. I wasn’t so much escort istanbul looking back as I was transfixed. I had no ability to not follow him with my eyes. He stopped for a moment, hip against the table and then pivoted to his left and walked into the stacks. With his back to me, I was free of his gaze. This was the moment when, if this was a vampire movie, I would have the opportunity to throw off his spell and save myself.

When he turned around, I was still staring. And I didn’t turn away when he pulled the front of his shorts out and down with his left hand.

He wasn’t hard, not totally. He wasn’t circumcised either. Most of the Latinos in high school hadn’t been. It was another thing that set them apart. I was never a jock but phy ed was a graduation requirement. In Texas, not showering after gym class was not a viable option, so I had had glimpses of cocks before, outside of porn. This wasn’t a glimpse. He was standing, four feet from me, cock and balls out. I could feel his eyes boring into my skull as I stared at his cock.

It started to grow longer and thicker. I was vaguely aware that something similar was beginning to happen in my own shorts, but my mind was fully occupied with staring at his cock. I don’t recall any rational thoughts accompanying this. I don’t recall sitting there and thinking any of this. I hadn’t been saying to myself, well, he’s got an uncut cock, oh my, look at it grow and what thick black pubes. There was nothing like that going on in my head. I just sat there and took it in, no analysis. I’m not even sure I can claim there was any appreciation going on in my brain. No, nice dick, or anything like that. It was like a Zen moment or something. It simply was.

As I took in his cock with my eyes, it stopped growing, stopped getting thicker and began to bounce, almost imperceptibly, it bounced in time with his heartbeat. It stood taller with each bounce. I don’t know how long it took but before it stopped climbing. It was well past forty-five degrees; the future engineer in me estimates it was approximately sixty degrees from a horizontal plane running parallel to the floor. I wasn’t thinking about that either. At that point appreciation set in. Holy shit that’s a nice dick, I gasped silently. I tore my eyes away and looked at his face. The smile was gone, replaced by an almost serious look.

When my eyes met his, he took a half-step back, away from me.

Once more, the chance to break the spell was offered. And rejected. I stood up and stepped across the narrow aisle and into the stacks. Now he smiled. He didn’t move. He made me come to him. Taking hold of his cock with his right hand, he gave one slow, tight, stroke upward. His foreskin slid forward and over the crown, bunched in this fist with a drop of precum glistening. He twisted his wrist, rolling his hand over the top of the head, capturing the dew on his finger. When he slid his fist back, his cock was marginally slicker, a little shiner in the dim light. He didn’t stroke it again. He held the base, thumb and forefinger encircling his cock and balls — a living cock ring.

He shook his dick at me. It wasn’t aggressive, more of ‘hey, wake up dude, I’m waiting’ than a ‘suck my cock, bitch’ gesture.

I reached out, thankful to see my hand wasn’t shaking, and wrapped my hand around his cock. I was holding another dude’s cock, his wood, boner, hardon, in my hand. Stunned is the best word to describe what I felt, holding his cock. How could it feel so different from my own? A hardon was a hardon, wasn’t it? I decided later the difference was when I was holding my own cock there was nothing special about it. I held it all the time. Why would I pay any attention to the contrast between the hardness of it and the delicacy of the skin? Why would I notice the underside of the shaft had a soft valley? Why would the fact of feeling my cock throb in time to my own heartbeat be of any interest?

The answer of course is not one of those facets of hardon-hood was of interest when it came to my own cock. Not so, Hector’s. I squeezed, amazed at how hard a cock could become. I slowly moved my hand forward, no longer squeezing hard since my hand wasn’t slick, and was amazed at the softness of the skin. Satin and steel. I squeezed the head. I knew it would be soft enough to squeeze; I knew when I released the pressure it would swell in my hand. Nonetheless, the response of Hector’s cockhead was as amazing to me as the first time I saw a skyscraper on a trip to New York when I was six.

His foreskin was something I, having been deprived of mine by an archaic religious ritual, had no experience with. It was so thin, almost transparent, with a large ropy vein coursing over the top. I slid it over the head of his cock. I slid it back, exposing all the head. The flare of his crown was more dramatic than mine. I slid my hand to the base. He was still holding his cock and balls with his right hand. My hand touched his. The head of his cock and a bit of the shaft emerged from the shelter of my fist. I thought I was probably a little longer, but he clearly won in the girth department.

As I moved my hand forward again, a drop of precum appeared. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck his cock right there in the middle of the library.

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For Glenn Saunders, the summer of 1979 promised to be pure hell. While his friends were enjoying the time after graduating high school doing things that 18 year old kids do before entering college or going on with life, Glenn was stuck out in the middle of nowhere.

His parents were spending the summer in Europe, and while Glenn could have joined them, he chose to stay home, the prospects of what a fun summer it would be without his parents around too exciting to resist.

“Leave you alone here?” his father said after Glenn told his folks he was happy to spend the summer at home, maybe get a job and prepare for college in the fall. “No way.”

While Glenn was not a wild and rambunctious kid, especially compared with some of his friends, there had been a few lapses in judgement, most recently when he got caught drinking with his best friend Kenny in the basement.

His parents weren’t too crazy about that, Glenn recalled, but they would have been a lot less thrilled if they knew that if they came home a half hour earlier they would have witnessed their only son with his lips wrapped around something other than a beer bottle.

So when Glenn was told that staying home alone was out of the question he tried to call their bluff. When his parents showed no sign of relenting Glenn changed his mind and told his folks he would go along with them, but by then it was too late because the accommodations and reservations for the vacation were all set. For two.

“You’ll probably end up having a lot better time with them,” Glenn’s father had said as he informed him that he would be spending the summer with his grandparents, who lived about 150 miles northwest out in the middle of nowhere. “You can help out around there – do some painting and whatever else they need doing.”

So Glenn went, expecting over a month of boredom. What he ended up getting instead is the subject of this tale as he recalled it.

****************

About twenty minutes after my parents drove away, I was already bored out of my mind. It’s not that I didn’t love my grandparents, because I did. It’s just that when you’re 18 and you’ve just begun to figure things out about yourself, the last thing you want is to be marooned out in the boondocks with a couple of folks on the verge of becoming senior citizens.

Grandma Betty and Uncle Ed didn’t seem to mind getting me dumped on them, which I guess comes with the grandparent territory, but that didn’t help much. Already I had discovered one major drawback, which was the lack of cable TV. The choices were three channels that came in pretty lousy because of where my grandparents lived.

The second setback was that they had few neighbors, although Grandma said that there was a girl my age that lived about a half mile down the road. I wanted to tell Grandma that I wasn’t really interested in girls, but Grandpa came to the rescue.

“Betty, that girl is only about 12 years old, for crying out loud,” Grandpa scoffed. “You want Glenn to end up in jail? He’s a man, aren’t you Glenn?”

“Yeah,” I said, enduring the playful slug on the arm that came along with his comment.

“Time flies so fast!” Grandma clucked, and I guess that explained the somewhat juvenile Christmas presents I always got from them.

Fact was, although I was 18, I didn’t look it. At 5’8″ and about 130 pounds, I looked like the “before” pictures in those muscle building ads, and having a boyish face with dimples didn’t make me look any older either.

My youthful appearance used to bother me, but I had recently learned that my boyish looks definitely excited some people. That realization came when I became old enough a month ago to go to the adult movie house in Troy, New York, not far from my home, and found out that the action in the seats and the parking lot was better than what was on the screen.

To think that I could have been there, getting my dick sucked while watching dirty movies instead of wasting my summer in Watertown, New York, made this purgatory even worse. The fact that it was raining that first day had me trapped even more, which was why I started exploring their old house.

I had never been down in their basement, which I thought was some kind of our root cellar or something, judging by the way Grandma acted toward it. I guess she thought it was full of spiders and mice, because she always had Grandpa making trips down there, always refusing to venture into the abyss herself.

The thought of being attacked by rats was better than listening to my Grandma humming along with some corny radio station, and since she had sent Grandpa on an errand into town, I snuck down to the cellar.

It wasn’t anything like I thought it would be, with linoleum on the floor and shelves of canning jars along the one wall. Certainly nothing to be afraid of, and around the corner and under the stairs it got even better when I saw what had to be Grandpa’s man cave of sorts.

Nothing fancy, just an old love seat, an ancient refrigerator with şişli escort beer inside, and a television complete with one of those Beta tape players. There were a couple of tapes in cases with no titles on them, and under the shelf the player was on were a couple dozen more tapes without names on them.

We had just gotten a VHS player at home, but the tapes we played we rented from the video store, and those cases had pictures and titles on them. These tapes Grandpa had looked like the stickers had been removed. Either that or they had stuff taped from the television.

Either way, at least this was going to give me something to do. I hoped Grandpa wouldn’t mind me snooping around in his fortress of solitude, but he was pretty cool for an old guy so I turned the TV set on and tried to figure out the Beta player remote.

When the TV, a decent 19″ color set, came on, I must have hit the right button on the remote because there had been a tape in the machine. I had been hoping for Clint Eastwood, maybe Dirty Harry or westerns, but what was playing damn near knocked me back into the love seat.

“Grandpa!” I whispered to myself as I watched the action unfolding on the screen, where two guys and a woman were on a bed, naked as the day they were born. “You dirty old man!”

Grandpa watched porn, just like I did at the Cinema Art Theatre, and when I called him a dirty old man that was a compliment, because Grandpa Ed immediately went up in stature in my book. This was heaven down here, to have dirty movies to watch without wondering whether the guy sitting next to you was horny or a serial killer.

Within a minute I had my pants down and was stroking away while watching these two guys have sex with this woman, and it got even better when the one guy started sucking the other guy’s dick while he was screwing the blonde.

There was a box of tissues on the floor next to the couch, and I grabbed one just before I started spurting. One tissue wasn’t enough, and after I cleaned up my mess it occurred to me that what I just did might have been twisted, but seeing the tissues and all made me realize that Grandpa did the same thing.

That thought didn’t gross me out. Far from it. A twisted thought went through my head, of Grandpa and me sitting down here late at night, jacking off while Grandma slept away upstairs, and as warped as it sounded, the idea turned me on.

Maybe because I knew it was just a fantasy, because there was no way in hell that would even happen. I put everything back the way it was and headed upstairs, happy that at least tonight when Grandpa and Grandma were sleeping, I would be down here having as much fun as an 18 year old guy could have, given the circumstances.

***

I was in heaven. What more could I ask for, I remember thinking as I looked around me? A quart of beer, one of the dozens in the downstairs refrigerator that I had borrowed from Grandpa, a comfortable chair and a wealth of tapes that I hoped were like the one I had watched earlier in the day.

The part where the guys did stuff to each other – now that was new to me. All of the movies they showed at the Cinema Art Theatre were of men and women, even though the crowd was all male and the things that they did to themselves and to each other were obviously not straight.

With all of those tapes to chose from, I hoped that at least one of them was gay in content. I liked the straight porn okay, but frankly I concentrated mostly on the guys, imagining that it was me sucking and being sucked off.

As it turned out, my hope in finding a tape with guys doing things together was a bit off. I had hoped that I would run into a couple more gay scenes, and I would eventually learn that virtually ALL of them were gay, but that came later.

I finished watching the tape that had been in the machine, and when that was over I grabbed another one at random, popped it in the machine and opened the beer while waving the remote at the screen.

An hour and a half later the beer was almost gone and the tape had ended. As it rewound I looked first at the pile of tissues on the floor around me and then at my dick, which was red and limp as a noodle. I lost track at how many times I jacked off during the movies, but considering that I was like every 18 year old kid, insatiable as hell, it was a whole lot.

The movie was men. All men, and men doing everything a man could do to another. Stuff I hadn’t even known about and stuff that my friend Kenny wouldn’t let me do to him. He used to whine that I couldn’t stick my dick in his ass because I’m too big, but I was nothing compared to some of those guys in the movie.

I put everything back in its place, deciding against watching another movie because my dick was too sore and my wrist was getting tired. Besides, I had all summer and there was probably enough tapes to be able to watch one a night.

Up in bed, I thought about those movies. Were there more gay ones? And what was Grandpa taksim escort doing with them? He was married. Maybe he got that one by mistake. It gave me something to think about, and if I had looked at Grandpa differently after seeing his man cave earlier in the day, knowing what I did now put him in a whole different light all together.

***

It had been a tough day, because I had spent most of it with Grandpa, helping him clear out the garage. I couldn’t get over the image of picturing him watching that gay movie and maybe jerking off.

Grandpa was in his early 60’s, and he was in good shape for a guy his age. Grandpa Ed was about 6′ tall and thin, but he was a strong guy. I had to hustle to keep up with him during the day, and by the end of it I was beat. I took a shower before dinner, and after we ate I pretended to be tired and went to bed, hoping that would give my grandparents the same idea.

Eventually I heard the TV upstairs go off and their footsteps head down the hall, so after I waited a while for them to settle in, I snuck back downstairs and made myself at home in Grandpa’s Fortress of Solitude.

The tapes weren’t in any order, but I put the ones that I had watched to the side and grabbed another one at random, and after helping myself to another quart of beer I settled in.

In The Navy. That was the name of the movie, and this seemed old even though it was on videotape. Men, mostly the same two guys, and although it wasn’t as good as the one last night, which was in color, the content was to my liking and I was hard in no time.

I was about to cum but I heard the creaking of floorboards above me. I froze in place, holding my breath as the footsteps went in the direction of the bathroom. I heard the flushing of the toilet a minute later, and then the sound of the sink running and stopping.

The footsteps began again, but not back the way they came from. The steps were coming toward the basement door, and I stopped the tape player and turned off the TV. Then came the creaking of the basement door opening, the stairway light coming on, and then the door closing. Was that just Grandma peeking downstairs because she had heard me down there?

No. It wasn’t. The door had closed behind the person who had turned on the light and that person was coming down the stairs. Since Grandma wouldn’t come down her to save her life that meant only one thing, and I sat there in the shadows wishing I could disappear as the footsteps came across the linoleum and around the corner.

“Hi Glenn,” Grandpa said calmly.

“Hi Grandpa,” I mumbled, and then mentioned something about it being warm upstairs and I came down to the basement because it was cooler.

“Watching a little TV?” Grandpa said as he eased into the couch next to me.

“Uh…”

“That’s why it’s down here,” Grandpa said. “Grandma can’t hear too good but I could hear you down here. Heard you last night too, but I thought tonight you might like some company. Turn it on.”

“Uh – the tapes didn’t have titles on them,” I mumbled while fumbling with the remote. “I just grabbed anything.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Grandpa said as the screen lit up and the movie resumed. “They’re all pretty much the same – oh – it’s the Navy fellas. Pass me that beer, Glenn. You don’t mind the backwash I hope.”

My hand was shaking as I handed Grandpa the beer and watched him take a deep swallow. This couldn’t be happening. Me and Grandpa sitting in our pajamas watching an old gay porn movie while drinking beer.

“You like this kind of movie, don’t you Glenn?” Grandpa asked as he handed me the beer back, and I jumped when his hand came down on my thigh, not just because it was cold.

“Um – never saw this kind before,” I mumbled while Grandpa’s long bony fingers squeezed my thigh.

“But you like it, right?” Grandpa continued. “Your Mom? She suspects that about you, you know?”

“Mom?” I said. “Suspects what?”

Grandpa didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to because the look he gave me with his eyebrow arched said a whole lot and made my feigned ignorance more obvious.

“I like girls,” I said, and that was true as far as it went.

“So do I,” Grandpa said, and we looked at each other intensely and in ways we never had before.

“I didn’t mean to pry,” I said. “I’ll replace the beer.”

“Nonsense,” Grandpa said. “Beer is meant to be enjoyed, just like the movies and our bodies. Now that you know my little secret and I know yours, maybe you would like to see something else.”

Grandpa got up and reached back behind the TV, pulling a brick out of the wall and pulling out a tape before replacing it and stopping the tape player to put that one in after taking the Navy guys out.

“This isn’t a real movie like some of the other ones,” Grandpa said as he took the remote from me. “Rather crude looking, but before I show this to you I need you to promise me something. Promise me that everything that you nişantaşı escort see down here stays down here. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to get comfortable?” Grandpa asked as he took off his bathrobe, and when I shook my head he added, “If you want to, feel free.”

Grandpa was wearing pajama bottoms but was naked above the waist. His lean frame with the cloud of silver hair on his chest, so close to me that I could feel the heat from his body, was unnerving to me, and when he started the movie his hand went back on my thigh.

On the screen, it looked like a home movie of sorts. There were two men, an old guy and a young one, and the old guy was undressing the other, who looked about my age. I smiled when I saw the kid’s dick, which looked a lot like Kenny’s, small and skinny, although when the old guy pulled on it it got longer fast.

“This was filmed with a home movie camera set on the dresser,” Grandpa said as the young guy knelt down and undid the old guy’s trousers, and when the pants dropped to the floor and the young guy pulled down the boxers I let out a gasp.

“Holy shit,” I said under my breath as I looked at the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life.

The thing looked like an elephant’s trunk as it swayed between the old guy’s skinny thighs, and it seemed like it hypnotized me, so much so that it took a minute for my eyes to leave the outrageous organ long enough to look at the face attached to the body.

“Grandpa?” I gasped, my head jerking back and forth from the TV to the old guy looking at my reaction.

“It was a few years ago,” Grandpa said. “Had a little more hair back then.”

“Who’s that? Is that…”

“Your cousin Steven,” Grandpa said. “He spent a week here on his way out to college. He didn’t know about the camera until it was over, but he liked it so much he got somebody to transfer the film onto a Beta tape for us.”

As my cousin stared pulling on Grandpa’s cock on the TV, my eyes went to my grandfather’s lap, and while there was no sign of the monstrosity that was beneath the fabric next to me, the fact that I knew what was there made me want to see it in person.

“Here,” Grandpa said as he reached behind me and pulled a bottle of Corn-huskers’ Lotion out of hiding. “It’s okay. I’ll join you.”

Grandpa stood up and dropped his pajamas, leaving me the choice of looking at Grandpa with his erection getting jerked off by my cousin, or the real thing, very limp and very large hanging over the edge of the chair cushion after he sat back down.

“Go ahead,” Grandpa said. “Doesn’t look like you have anything to be ashamed of, and I take the fact that you’re aroused as a compliment.”

It was true, because my boner was making a tent out of my pajamas, so I stood up and unsnapped my bottoms and stepped out of them, my very ordinary cock bouncing around in front of me wildly.

“Nice,” Grandpa said as he reached with a hand covered with gel. “You’re a pretty big fella, aren’t you?”

That was absurd, of course, even though it felt good to hear it, but the sensation when Grandpa’s weathered hand grabbed my cock and began stroking it was even better.

“How does that feel?” Grandpa asked as his slick hand slid and spun up and down my erection.

“Good – Grandpa…” I choked out as my knees turned to jelly.

“Sorry,” Grandpa said as he let go of my dick just before I came. “Sit back and relax.”

I did as I was told, but the movie became more of a night light than entertainment, even though it was fascinating. Next to me Grandpa was watching the screen while pulling on his cock, and that had my undivided attention.

“Takes me a while to get it up these days, I’m afraid,” Grandpa said, apologizing while his fist stretched out an already incredibly long cock to absurd proportions. “It might help if you lent a hand, so to speak Glenn. You don’t have to…”

I reached over toward Grandpa, and I was embarrassed when I could see my hand shaking like I was having a seizure. Even in the dim light it was noticeable to Grandpa, who let go of his cock and held my hand.

“No need to be nervous, Glenn,” Grandpa was saying. “You have been with fellas before, haven’t you?”

I nodded, but while I had held a few cocks in the past, this was different. For one thing, this was my Grandpa, not my friend Kenny or some anonymous stranger that offered me a ride home. The other thing was that, while the half dozen dicks I had handled where of various sizes, none of them were anything near the size of Grandpa’s.

Grandpa was telling me not to be nervous, but that didn’t make it so, and he was bringing my hand closer and closer to his cock until my hand was on it.

“There,” Grandpa said as he leaned back into the love seat while my trembling fingers tried to wrap around his greased, spongy organ. “See? I’m just a man, just like you.”

I nodded, although I was not a man like Grandpa. My dick was drooling pre-cum like a defective faucet and was threatening to erupt even though it wasn’t being touched, and even as engorged as it could be was little more than half the size of what I was lifting in both length and thickness. My thoughts went to my friend Kenny, who often looked in awe at my cock, and wondered what he would think about this.

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*****

There was a little nook behind the garage. A hammock between two oak trees surrounded on three sided by various other bushes and greenery, the names of which only Tyler knew. Neville loved it anyway, almost every day after dinner he’d have a smoke and swing a little. It was big enough for two or a few, as Tyler liked to say, and comfortable enough to find oneself dozing every now and again. A little camp lantern hung on just the right branch provided the perfect ambience for quiet contemplation. And Neville had to admit the novelty of open space hadn’t worn off just yet. Even if it was secluded, the open side faced the back yard and woods beyond. Neville looked at the trees, put his earbuds in and zone out.

The perfect time was just before dark, when only the brightest stars were out. Crickets just beginning to chirp, Neville woke up just in time. He didn’t wake Breeze, slipped out quietly from beneath him to take his second shower of the day. He took his time, nursed his tender hole with the massaging shower head a bit before he dried off. Shorts, a hoodie, and his music was all he needed. He didn’t even bother to wear shoes, the lantern helped him avoid any presents from the pack. Bruiser crept up on him just as he hung it up, sat and watched him. Neville turned to find the tug rope at his feet and laughed as he picked it. He lay down and held the rope out, the dog lumbered over and latched on. They played for a couple minutes until Bruiser realized Neville wasn’t that into it. Too exhausted to do more than hold it, he wasn’t any fun and Neville wasn’t surprised when he snatched the rope and left. Neville promised he’d make it up to his furry homie later.

Right now all he could do was lay. He decided he wouldn’t think too hard about anything that happened between him and Brion until they communicated on a less intense level. The sex was like nothing he thought it could be and they both said a lot of things that might not have been had they been sitting at a bar somewhere. But he said he wouldn’t think too hard about it.

His phone vibrated in his lap. A text he could tell by the pattern and he started not to look but changed his mind. A number he didn’t recognize but against his better judgement he opened it.

[Not for nothing but you left me again]

[???]

[Don’t play with me Nev]

[You knew my name just fine not too long ago]

[Fuck you I’m outside]

[Better had…lol]

[Yeah yeah whatever. Call bruiser and tell him to bring you]

[Bring me where]

[That bear you call a dog]

[Just do it!!]

Neville didn’t start to get nervous about the lack of response until maybe twenty minutes had passed. Just when he was thinking he should go inside he heard the jingle of Bruisers tags and then muffled cursing. Brion had always had the foulest mouth. It started when they were kids and it made Neville nearly pee his pants laughing but as they got older it became one of his endearing qualities.

“Real talk I thought you was fucking with me,” he said as he eased into the space Neville made beside him. He handed him a pillow but Brion declined, and reached out to scratch Bruiser behind his ears. “This is the smartest dog I ever met,” he said with a chuckle before he settled next to Neville, one leg hanging over the side. He kicked his foot out to get the hammock to sway gently and let out a long sigh.

“No wonder you rather be here than at Paris’,” he almost whispered after a while. “Baby or not I don’t think you can get this kind of quiet.”

“Yet you keep talking,” Neville said with a smirk and Brion gave him an elbow, rocking the hammock so hard it tipped and dumped them on the ground. Well Neville caught himself before he fell and probably could have saved Breeze but he didn’t. “See that’s what you get.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever bruh…you mind if I make a couple phone calls. Pop left me a ton of messages. Texts and everything. Bet he talked to Claude,” he said before he set about dialing his phone. Neville thought he might walk away for some privacy but he didn’t complain when Brion got back in the hammock, this time he sat upright and pushed Neville’s leg down so one drape across his lap and the other dangled next to his.

Neville didn’t know what to think of all this touching so he decided to take it for what it was and not think about it at all. He slipped his earbuds in and turned his music on low, giving Breeze the slightest bit of privacy.

“Wassup Pop…Naw, naw I’m good…Oh did he…Yeah I was kind of shitty last night, probably drank too much but I’m aight now…”Neville could hear Brion’s father, or Mac as he was affectionately known, animated tenor voice. He had the same affinity for profanity as his son and Neville often wondered how Mac and his own father came to be so close given his father’s Christian virtues. “Yeah Pop I hear you, I just got tied up that’s all. My bad…Naw Halkalı travesti maybe later on tonight. I’m good where I’m at.” Neville tried not to smirk at the way Brion shift his eyes at him then, or the way his hand came down from fiddling with his goatee to rest on Neville’s knee. “Yeah I know I seen her a couple weeks ago…yeah she gave me his number…Naw not yet…I don’t know Pop, guess I don’t know what to say…Pop…Pop…”Brion chuckled quietly and held the phone away from his ear as his father continued to berate him for his immaturity. He leaned over and pulled Neville’s headphones out of his ears and said, “I’m gonna tell him but this is too funny…Yeah yeah Pop I hear you…Yeah I know he might need me right now. We might need each other. Of course I miss him but it’s not gonna be the same as it was. We different guys now…I know Pop I’ll stop being a pussy…Yeah right now if you let me get off the phone…Aight, love you too Pop. Tell Margie I’ll be over for dinner tomorrow night, shit I might even surprise you both and bring somebody along…Bye Pop…Nope I said good bye…I’m hanging up now Dad…Nope that’s it…Aight love you Pop see you tomorrow,” Brion said finally and pretended to throw his phone into the bushes. He put his head back and ran his hands over his face before he settled his eyes on Neville and smiled. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it, laughed to himself and turn to look out over the yard.

It was dark by then but Neville was content to stay where he was, especially when Brion move to put his head on his chest. It was very nonchalant. One hand stroked Neville’s thigh absently as the other worked his phone. He had said a couple calls but the way he relaxed Neville figured Brion might be done for the night. He seemed just as content with his legs crossed at the ankles. Then Brion came to a text that made him sit forward a little, just for a moment before he settled back with a hand behind his head.

Neville only noticed when the fingers stopped tracing the indentation between his thigh muscles. That got his eyes moving in that direction. He knew he shouldn’t look but the screen was so big. The text so clear, Neville couldn’t look away.

[I hope you made it home ok]

[the fuck you care for]

[It wasn’t what they thought. I just didn’t want any trouble. I shouldn’t have left you. I’m sorry. Tell me you’re ok.]

[Lol I’m fine…and it was exactly what they thought. You’re not that clever but I know a bitch when I see one…I figured I’d play along. You slipped me something you peice of shit and you better be glad I don’t tell them I know you did]

“I can hear your nostrils flaring my nigga,” Brion said absently, but he didn’t move away. “Be cool, it’s not that serious bruh. What could of happened didn’t and we’re all glad for it. Let’s leave it at that.” He still didn’t look up, his tone flat, but Neville saw the way his hand shook. He knew it wasn’t from fear. “Tired of telling ya punk ass I don’t need a bodyguard,” he added and nestle his head into the crock of Neville’s arm.

“Yet you don’t decline my services,” was Neville’s quick reply. Then out of nowhere his stomach grumbled and they both burst out laughing. Their bodies collapsed into each other and they didn’t break the contact once they were calm enough to speak. “I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”

“You know I can always eat.”

“Not always but we’ll work on it,” Neville said with a smirk as he dialed up the best person to satisfy his rumbling tummy. He dodged a lazy uppercut from Breeze while he waited for Gianni to pick up. It was about the time he would be packing up for the night and Neville hoped to catch him before he left the truck.

“Tell me something good big fella,” Gianni said with a smile in his voice. He sounded tired but that was normal if he was working. “And before you ask, I got all the coconut shrimp tacos you can eat coming home with me tonight…wait that’s the only reason you called huh greedy?”

“I can’t call my boy to find out how his day is,” Neville lied blatantly and the laugh he heard on the other end of the line told him he didn’t get it past Gianni. “Whatever yo, we got a guest so you gotta bring extra. You know I don’t share them tacos.”

“Mmm tacos,” Brion moaned into Neville’s chest. It wasn’t loud but he was close enough that Gianni heard it over the phone.

“Close company huh,” he asked and Neville laughed. “So I take it you’re protein depleted and ravenous? Don’t answer that, matter fact get off the phone and get the spunk out the air. I’ll be home in like 20.”

He hung up before Neville could respond but he didn’t mind and turned his attention back to the easiest complicated situation he’d ever been in. It wouldn’t last, he was certain of that, but for as long as it did Neville would enjoy it. He slipped his phone into his pocket and slid his arms around Brion, his chin rested on the top of his head. A small smile crept across his lips as he felt first one then two soft kisses on his neck and the long deep breath that followed. Levent travesti A hand slipped under the heavy cotton of his sweatshirt to rest on his back. Neville wondered if he would be so open with his affection when Gianni got back and decided that he wouldn’t be upset if Brion reverted back to the simple touches of male camaraderie. As long as he didn’t have to go without his presence in his life, Neville would take what he could get.

“Hey Nev?”

“Hey Breeze?”

“If it’s aight with you…I mean if you don’t want…I mean I get it if you don’t…”

“Spit it out bud,” Neville said, trying not to acknowledge what he hoped might be said. He lean back to look into Brion’s face and found him looking back at him. In the dim light, the only thing Neville could see clearly were his eyes.

Brion snorted and shook his head before he said, “I’m just saying it might be less hassle if you I stayed til tomorrow that way we could go to Pop’s from my place. Save you the back and forth you know.”

“Less hassle huh,” Neville said with a chuckle. His hopes answered he decided not to press his already impressive luck. “So is that an invitation to family dinner?”

“And a sleepover all at once. Just like old times.”

“Well I hope not. Nobody wants to share your pissy sleeping bag.”

“Word bruh, that was like one time and it was your fault anyway,” Brion groaned as he gave Neville a playful slap across the face. “What kind of 6 year old isn’t scared shitless of Evil Dead…”

“I wasn’t,” Neville said and dodged another love tap from Breeze. This time he grabbed the hand, kissed his palm, and laced their fingers together. “I think Gianni got the new one. Turn all the lights out, build a pillow fort in the living room…”

“Don’t forget the party mix,” Brion added with a laugh.

“I hated that shit you know that right. I only ate it cause you liked it so much,” Neville admitted and Brion rolled his eyes but they were so close that Neville could see the way he smiled. “But fuck party mix when coconut shrimp tacos is coming up the driveway.”

“I’m not watching that movie Neville. Call me a bitch I don’t give a fuck,” he said as he climbed over Neville out of the hammock. Neville grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back, laughing.

“Aww come on Breezy baby, don’t I always protect you…”

“Yeah, yeah but it won’t be the sleeping bag that’s pissy.”

“Hey I might like that you never know,” was his quick response and Brion shoved him away with a gagging noise.

“That’s fucking gross bruh.”

“Yeah I’m sure you said the same thing about jacking another dude but you got over that now didn’t you…ah man I’m just saying keep an open mind that’s all.”

He held Brion in a loose headlock as they went to meet Gianni at his car. Part because he wanted him close, part because he wanted to gauge his reaction to it and was happy when there was none. It was Neville who broke the contact to help his roomie unload his tiny car. He noted the way the two looked at each other and thought it best to make some proper introductions before things got ugly. He was certain Gianni had assumed his “close company” was Colin, hence his eagerness to bring extra food. But he was just as sure that the two men would get along fine if they had a civilized conversation. Getting that conversation started was another story altogether. As soon as they got inside, Gianni headed upstairs mumbling something about a shower and Neville thought from the way he took the stairs two at a time that he might not come back. But he was a better man than that and returned just in time to overhear a quiet conversation between friends.

“I don’t blame him the way I acted last night…I mean honestly I would have laid myself out in the driveway if I was him,” Brion said, his embarrassment plain in his tone. “Maybe I should just get a cab home. You got a good thing going here…good people…I don’t want to ruin it for you.”

“That would ruin it,” Neville said with more force than he meant. He looked at Brion then, his eyes glossy not returning his gaze, and moved to stand beside him. “And it’s not about the sex. I miss my friend. You can’t dangle your presence in my life and snatch it away. That’s not fair to either of us.”

“I ain’t say shit about you bruh,” Brion said quietly, edged himself closer to Neville but didn’t touch him. “But if you think that man gonna wanna chill and have beers with me after all the fucked up shit I said last night you delusional…”

“I’d do it just to spite you,” Gianni said as he passed them to get to the fridge. He pulled out three long necks and popped the caps. With a smile he said, “I’ll admit you made a shitty first impression…”

“That was the second,” Neville said with a chuckle and Brion flipped him the bird.

“Either way,” Gianni added with a smirk. “I won’t hold it against you.” With that Gianni stuck out his hand and introduced himself. “Gianni Bellomo.”

“Brion MacIntosh.” He took the offered hand and pulled Gianni into the hug/handshake of Şirinevler travesti old friends. “That’s not me bruh,” he whispered before he released him. “This has been the craziest month of my life…”

“Crazier than finding out about Soliel,” Neville asked around a mouthful of taco. Once he knew there wouldn’t be another fist fight he took it upon himself to dig in. Brion’s only response was a hard slap to his ass before he dug in himself.

They stood around the island, the three of them drinking beers and eating communally. It didn’t take long for the good food and booze to release the last bit of tension that hung in the air around them. Neville found himself smiling, a lot, listening to the two of them compare notes about him. He didn’t even mind the sharing of embarrassing moments from his past and present. Like the time when a 13 year old Neville got caught smuggling cans of beer on their eighth grade field trip to D.C.. It was Brion’s idea but he was too scrawny at the time to pull it off, so Neville slipped the six pack down the legs of his sweatpants. Maybe it was the heat from his body or the jostling from the ride but halfway there one by one the cans started to burst. It didn’t take long for their teacher to catch a whiff of the cheap beer in the air and begin questioning the boys in the back of the bus.

“And you know what this dude says…’It’s a long ride and I need to stay hydrated’.” He barely got it out, so consumed with laughter and drink that he wasn’t sure if Gianni heard him. Brion repeated the last line and slapped Neville on the back. “Took the wrap for me and everything, even though he knew his father and that evil bitch he married might lock him in the basement for it. He wouldn’t even let me tell them it was mine, and believe me I begged, but he wouldn’t hear it. The best guy I know right here,” he added, his rough hand around the back of Neville’s neck. It was a loving touch and Neville leaned into it.

Gianni raised his beer, his fourth or fifth they’d stopped counting, and said, “To old friends and new ones…”

“Fresh starts and clean slates,” Brion added, raised his glass of water. They both looked at Neville who raised an eyebrow before he lifted his beer.

“So I guess this mean there ain’t gonna be no fight for my affection…”

“Fucking asshole,” Brion said with a shove.

“Such a jerk,” Gianni said, almost at the same time and they all laughed. He took his beer, and slipped another in the pocket of his sweatpants and headed out of the kitchen.

“Ain’t he, though,” Brion said shaking his head at Neville as he followed Gianni up to the loft.

Neville heard the TV turn on and the channels flip as he cleaned up the dinner mess. It wasn’t much, few empty bottles on the counter and the big disposable tray the tacos came in. He was glad they hadn’t used plates which meant all he had to do was wipe down the counter before he joined them upstairs. There was some stand up special on the TV and the two men laughed hard at his notion of women being deceitfully needy creatures. Neville took a seat on the floor in front of the loveseat where Brion lay, making himself completely at home. Gianni reclined fully in his favorite chair absently flipping his lighter between his fingers as he flipped channels again. When Bruiser came to join the guys, he flopped his huge head in Neville’s lap, making the man slouch down to shift the weight from his package to his stomach and Neville rest his head on the couch behind him. Brion roll to his side and slide his arm around his neck, whispered something in his ear, causing him to chuckle in a way that made it clear it was a private joke. Gianni didn’t have to hear it to know it wasn’t innocuous. The way his hand slid into the neck of his hoodie and Neville put his head back into Brion’s chest.

“Hold the fucking phone,” he blurted out as he sat forward, muting the TV. He looked from Neville to Brion and back again. “What the hell is going on here? What happened to ‘I’m not no fucking faggot’ and ‘Just cause my boy like dick in his ass don’t mean I do?’ This seems like a pretty drastic change over the matter of hours.” His tone was only slightly accusatory, but Neville thought he might like to hear the answer so he remain quiet.

“What can I say I had a change of heart,” Brion said with a smirk and Gianni threw a pillow at him. He put it behind his head, laughing. “Aight, aight it’s not that simple. I knew for a long time that he was into guys…into me…But I wanted him to tell me. I know that’s a hard thing to come to terms with, even with the most supportive parents let alone his peoples. I ain’t want to just spring it on him like, ‘Say bruh I seen some weird shit on your laptop.’ I figured that was something he should tell me so I waited, and waited. Then the shit with Soliel… I admit I should have said I knew then but I was hurt too. I felt like he thought he couldn’t trust me with that kind of information. Like I’d love him any less if I found out he liked dick. Then the other night when he kissed me…I ain’t take that well either. It caught me off guard…not the kiss but my reaction. I ain’t expect to like it so much and it shocked me. Not cause I liked it. I played ball in France and Holland a few years after college. Trust me when I tell you bruh I’ve seen some things. I’m not as close minded as I seemed last night…”

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I’ve always been quite a passionate, loving, caring kind of partner but sometimes I like to spice things up a little but who doesn’t?

My boyfriend is a dance instructor so he needs to look after his body and take good care of it and always be in good shape. The style he teaches is ballroom but he also dabbles into the Latin side of things also this means he loves to salsa and rumba too.

It’s very energetic work being a dancer and instructor, and me being a passionate cook love to cook for him when her returns from work.

People who know me would find that quite funny really because well me and my boyfriend are like chalk and cheese with our styles.

Not saying that this is a bad thing but he’s a very professional type and me well I am more of a scally/chav type I love to wear things like Addidas and Nike and yes I will admit I do love my bling and caps, I hate stereotypes but this is one that’s true.

Most nights he comes home and dinner will either be ready for him on the table or I will be in the process of slaving over a hot stove cooking it from scratch.

I always usually text him why he’s at work to see how he is and how his day is just because I’m nice like that as I say but the reply wasn’t as happy as I normally get, he was having a bit of a bad day so I decided it was time I treated him and cheer him up.

So before he came home I decided to run him a nice hot bubble bath light some candles on and a nice glass of Pinot Grigio in a chilled glass, perfect for someone as great as he was.

I heard the key slot into the door and the lock detach as he undid the door to come in and heard him Şişli travesti shout “hey baby” as he walked in so with a glass of wine in hand I greeted him at the door and gave him a kiss hello.

I asked him how his day was and he just rolled his eyes at me “don’t ask” he said so I gave him a hug and told him to follow me. I took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom.

“Close your eyes” I said as we reached the door, he closed them and I opened up the door and with a big smile shouted “surprise” he looked at me and proceeded to get undressed and into the bath.

I gave him a kiss on the forehead and told him I was going to make a start on dinner, closed the door and left him to have a long soak. I went straight into the bedroom and took off my trackies and my underwear and traded them for a pair of joggers but they were not your typical type of sweat pants but these had the bum and crotch cut out of them.

Basically they were a chav version of chaps but instead of them being leather they were just more comfortable, after I put these on my cock swinging freely and my bare arse on show I made my way into the kitchen and proceeded to cook our dinner.

Tonight I felt like doing something different so decided to make a lasagne from scratch, once I had it all cooked I assembled it, placed it in a dish and layed the sauce and cheese on top.

As I was about to open up the oven door I hear the wet footsteps of my bf walking towards the kitchen, so I decide to stick my arse out and flash it so that when he walked in he would see me stood there in a compromising position.

He turns the corner and Taksim travesti sees me there so I decide to turn around and flash him my fully flaccid penis the full 5” cut cock just there waiting to be taken.

He got lifted up onto the kitchen counter and spread my legs, the towel dropping from his waist exposing him and his man beast to me, I look down and just start growing hard, he takes my 10″ into his mouth getting in as much as he could fit inside.

His tongue working its way around the top of my penis, being cut it makes it so much more sensitive for me and it’s just an incredible sensation.

I grabbed him by the back of his head and thrust my meat deep inside him making him gag and choke on me the sound just made me throb harder and push faster my momentum building my climax getting closer by the second.

He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet turned me around and bent me over the kitchen side spread my cheeks and started to lick my hole getting it deep inside, his saliva lubricating me ready for him to put his cock inside.

I start to feel my legs turning to jelly my knees buckling making a banging sound against the kitchen cabinets I feel him slip in two fingers getting my hole and stretching it pulling me apart exposing me making me feel humiliated but I was enjoying it too much to want him to stop.

I feel him spit a couple of times on my hole making it get more and more wet.

He stands up and spit on his own cock and rubbed his saliva into it giving himself a bit of lubrication and then bent me forward and shoved it in, treating me like a dirty naughty boy like

I Gümüşsuyu travesti felt, it was like he was punishing me for my good behaviour.

I reached around behind me trying to grab onto his bum squeezing it between my fingers but he pushed my hand away and started to pound harder.

He nibbles on my ear making me start to scream, hearing this he puts his hand around my mouth to try shutting me up ensuring I wouldn’t make a noise, and the other hand made a tight grip around my cock.

He starts to wank me off while nibbling on my ear and fucking me in a rough manor all with my mouth was being covered so I couldn’t scream with pleasure, he withdrew from me and then with a force rammed it back into me causing a slight sharp pain.

He did this a couple of times as my body started becoming used to it, I was close to shooting my load so he stopped everything and just fucked me until he was ready for me to come.

As he came closer to depositing his seed in me he continued to wank me off and nibble my ear after thirty seconds of him continuing this I was ready to shoot, my legs became jelly again.

I shoot my load all over the kitchen cabinets it also falling to the floor, the muscles in my body begin to seize up making my arse clench around his meat I did this just as soon as he was about to start cumming making it come out faster and making his orgasm last longer.

I pull myself off of him and get to my knees taking him into my mouth and sucking him dry the rest of his cum lubricating my throat filling my stomach with his delicious hot, sticky liquid.

I wiped up the cum from the floor, wanting to go for a shower before I had dinner but he wouldn’t allow it, telling me that I’m to keep it inside me until he said it was ok to release it.

He’s never really been the dominant type since I have been with him but this is one side of him I cannot wait to explore further.

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My heart thumped in my chest as the lift crept up towards the second floor and flat number 52. It had only been a 10 minute walk from my own flat to his but it felt like I’d arrived within seconds, despite the million thoughts buzzing around in my head on the way.

I walked dizzily through the corridor, feeling like I was in a surreal dream, but I was glad of the air conditioning in the apartment block. It was roasting outside and sweat beaded on my forehead.

I reached the beige coloured door, number 52, and knocked. I waited nervously for what felt like minutes, but in reality was ten seconds at most, before the door swung open. And there he was, my DILF from the app, leaning casually against the doorframe and smiling at me.

He was much taller than I’d imagined. I’m not particularly tall anyway, but he towered over me. I felt immediately emasculated and subservient. It was a bit of a turn on. Luckily he was just as attractive as he had looked in his photos. His chiselled chin was dusted with short black stubble and he had messy, dark hair. A white vest hung loosely over his muscled body and there was a clear bulge showing through his grey jersey shorts.

“Hey,” he said smiling.

“Hey,” I echoed, trying to hide my nerves.

I followed him through his pristine flat, making small talk about the neighbourhood and how spacious the lift was. It was painful, we both knew why I’d come.

We sat down on a large L-shaped sofa in his living room and continued talking, I can’t really remember what about. The TV was flickering in front of us, some trashy daytime programme, but I wasn’t paying any attention to what was on. I wasn’t really making eye contact with my host either; I was overwhelmed by being in the same room as the thick cock I had fantasised about taking in my mouth, and the guy who I knew wanted my virginity.

“It’s pretty hot today right?” he said cooly. He wasn’t wrong. I dabbed at my forehead in anticipation of what was to come. “I think we should take some of these clothes off.”

He pulled his vest off to reveal a broad chest and tanned stomach. He’d said he wasn’t in his normal toned shape but I didn’t care, he looked great to me – exactly how I’d imagined. I took my t-shirt off and before I knew it he was pulling my camouflage shorts down my legs. I felt tiny; his hands were massive, really manly, and I felt like his plaything. Completely powerless.

My cock started to show through my tight boxers at the thought of being his toy and he smiled when he noticed. His jersey shorts were off now too and I noticed his semi was growing.

“So, what do you want to do?” he asked, standing in his white briefs. I could see his Cihangir travesti bulge pressing against the thin material. I’m not sure why he bothered asking, he knew he was in control. But I appreciated the gesture.

“Let’s just see what happens,” I replied, my voice shaking. I was a bundle of nervy, excited energy.

At this point I was lying on his navy sofa, just in my pants, as he stood proudly in front of it, looking down at me underneath him. His cock was completely hard and begging desperately to be taken out and played with. He beckoned me towards him, so I sat up and crawled forward. He stood still, watching my every move. Raising up onto my knees I was about level with his tight briefs and I leaned towards them slowly. I could smell his musky scent, see the clear outline, under the fabric, of the dick that I’d wanked over so many times.

Beginning to feel bold I placed my lips against his pants, where I thought the head of his cock was. I must have guessed correctly as his breathing changed. I traced the outline of the bulge with my wet tongue, all the way down to where it sat just above his balls and then kissed again lightly at the top of his dick. So far so good, his breathing was shallow and I could feel his eyes looking down at me. I sucked lightly against the material and ran my tongue down the length of his cock again, pressing my nose and lips into his crotch.

My hand reached for my own cock and I rubbed my boxers. I needed to see his dick in the flesh, so I lifted my lips away from his bulge and dug my fingers gently underneath the top of his pants. I pulled them slowly down.

His cock flicked out, glad to be rid of the tight resistance of his briefs, and momentarily I froze. Being this close to it was a shock, it was so much bigger than I had thought it would be. But just as hot as the photos, if not more so. I knew it was the same length as mine but I guess I had never been so close to my own! His was so much thicker. A ribbed vein ran along its length and the skin was a soft, dark brown. A huge purple head sat proudly at the end of it, almost disproportionately large to the rest of his shaft, and it was pointing at me like an arrow. I was the target. I felt butterflies in my stomach looking at it, knowing where he’d want to put it. But deep down I knew I wanted that too.

His pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, then his beautiful, manly dick was back in my blushing face. I confidently curled my right hand around it. It felt completely different to how I had imagined. It was the first cock I had ever touched that wasn’t my own, and it was so much firmer than mine, the shaft like solid rock. I was Fındıkzade travesti used to feeling both my hand and my cock at the same time, but now I didn’t have the sensation of being held, just the weight of something in my hand. And I could only just get my fingers around it.

The curve I’d liked so much in the photos was so amazing up close, I could feel my dick pulsing as I looked at the hot kink. His dick curled up from under his dark pubes, finishing quite far from his stomach, and looking at it I could almost feel that curve pushing inside me, stretching me out. I thought of how it had felt to ride my housemate’s dildo in secret, that feeling of being filled up and imagined how my first proper cock would feel sliding into …

I was getting ahead of myself. First I needed to taste it. I moved my right hand gently up and down his shaft a couple of times, squeezing softly and getting a feel for another man’s cock in my hand. I parted my lips and slowly opened my mouth whilst continuing to jerk him off. My breath was hot. And then, suddenly, his dick was in my mouth. I genuinely can’t recall if I had moved my mouth over the tip or if he had cheekily thrusted past my lips. But it made no difference, there was no going back now. I’d always know, even if I never told anyone else, that I’d had a man’s cock in my mouth. The idea of such a dirty secret made my dick drip with pre-cum; a shiny circle of wetness showed on my boxers.

His huge purple head pushed past my lips and a couple of inches of his shaft followed, then I pulled away. My saliva shined on the end of his erection. I moved my mouth back over it and repeated the motion.

I was sucking a cock, this was unbelievable. I was surprised that it didn’t really taste of anything in particular, but it certainly wasn’t unpleasant, just new. With each movement I tried to take a little more of his dick in my mouth, gagging slightly at first but slowly gaining more confidence. I felt like I was having an out of body experience, and I knew I was being quite hesitant.

I realised that I still hadn’t really looked at him properly, not once the whole time I’d been in his flat, so with his dick half way in my mouth I glanced up at him and we locked eyes. I hadn’t noticed how green his irises were until that moment, as he stared down at me smiling, with a particularly smug look on his face. I instantly felt that slutty feeling I’d had before when I’d sent him the video of me fingering my asshole. Back then he’d been my DILF fantasy. Now my mouth was his.

I wanted to please him so I didn’t smile back, instead I started thrusting down onto his cock with my mouth, more and more forcefully, Fulya travesti whilst keeping our intense eye contact. I’d never felt so much like a little whore before. Eventually he broke our gaze as his head rolled back and he looked up at the ceiling, grunting loudly. “Fuccckkkkk,” he moaned.

I really went to town then, forcing my mouth forward to take as much of his hot dick as I could. I felt one of his hands grab the back of my head, his fingertips pressing into my hair as he guided my every movement. I moaned softly as the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat but I kept going, swallowing his cock as best I could.

Then, without warning, he pulled out of my mouth completely. His cock was dripping with my saliva, long streams of my spit still connected with my mouth hung off his glistening shaft. He lightly slapped it across my left cheek, leaving a wet, red mark on my face. He pushed the full length of his cock back past my gaping lips and again it touched the back of my throat, more forcefully this time.

He held it there for a few moments, his dick completely filling my mouth. I was doing my best not to choke and my eyes began to water, so he pulled it out again and slapped it really hard across my other cheek. I looked up at him, panting hard from the exertion of giving my very first blowjob. “You’ve really never done that before?” he asked. Clearly I’d done a good job.

“No … Daddy,” I replied, breathless. I’d never really understood the daddy thing until that moment. His dick twitched as I said it and his eyes flickered with desire.

“You like the taste of Daddy’s dick?” he asked. There was only one acceptable answer, but luckily it was the truth. I was surprised how much I’d enjoyed another man’s cock in my mouth.

“Yes Daddy,” I replied. I noticed a little bit of pre-cum leaking out of the end of his dick so I leaned forward and lapped it up with my tongue, looking deep into his green eyes again. I had tasted myself before and he tasted similar, slightly salty and warm. “I like the taste of Daddy’s cock a lot.”

“Turn around,” he commanded.

I didn’t say anything this time. I just silently spun around and immediately felt his hands pull my boxers down the length of my legs. They slipped off my feet and he threw them onto the floor. I was facing away from him on my knees, totally naked, with my hands, shoulders and head resting on the back of the sofa. I’ve always liked my legs; they’re muscly, particularly my thighs, and covered in thick hair. He was getting a good look at them. I felt pretty vulnerable now I was nude, but my rigid cock betrayed how much I was turned on by the situation.

I thought he was going to fuck me right there and then, and I wasn’t sure I was ready just yet, but then I felt a warm, wet feeling between my cheeks and realised he was rimming me. His tongue flashed across my hole and began to push firmly past my ring. He was preparing me for what was to come.

~~~

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Now, at this time in my life, I never even thought about the prospect of being with a man. I loved pussy, and pussy is all I ever wanted. Never in a million years would I consider being with a man, especially with our black cleaning man Eddie.

Eddie grabbed my garbage and emptied it into his pale, dusted a few fixtures, and moped the floor. As he performed his errands we briefly talked, like we usually do, about cars, women, and what ever game was on that evening. I enjoyed watching him talk; every other word coming out of his mouth was “fuck” and he usually seemed like he was auditioned for Unit G. Two guys like us certainly did not look like people who would bond, however the average age in my office was probably 50, and I was 26, Eddie seemed more prone to talk to me than anyone else. Kind of funny, because in normal surroundings, as white boy I would never spend so much time talking to a ghetto looking black kid, and I’m sure he felt the same way.

He left my cubicle and continued his errands, and I again worked on my spreadsheets. As the hours slowly ticked away, my bladder began to signal that it needed a release. I walked over to the means room and entered. There are 2 urinals and 2 stalls in this bathroom, both stall occupied and one of the urinals being used by Eddie. I had to pee, and no way could I hold it in, so disobeying proper bathroom edict, I walked to the other unoccupied urinal. Unzipped my pants, and let my cock out.

“Hey man,” Eddie said.

“Hey,” I kind of whispered, out of embarrassment. I slightly turned my head to smile at Eddie, as I was about to turn to look straight, and in the corner of my eye I saw it, the first black cock I have ever seen. In what was probably a ¼ of second I saw a monster of a cock, an anaconda hanging out of his pants, an amazingly soft 8 inch monster. “It couldn’t be I thought to myself, it couldn’t be.” I had to look again, curiosity was my enemy at this point, and I had to. I casually turned my head again, and moved my eyes to his enormous manhood. “Holy shit, my eyes did not play a trick on me….it’s real, his cock his real….I can’t believe I am staring at it……what’s wrong with me, why am I so fascinated with it.” What I wanted to be only a second turned into seconds and Eddie noticed my eyes staring. I immediately turned my head to the wall in front and hoped that he didn’t notice, or would just shrug it Bakırköy travesti off.

He left the urinal before me, washed his hands, and said bye to me. Whew, I thought, no worries. However, why was I so mesmerized by his cock? It was just the size I thought, that’s it, it had to be it, I’m not gay, definitely not, it was just a huge cock that caught my surprise.

I continued my work that day, did what I had to do. As the time continued to crawl on, 5 o’ clock finally came, and it was time to go home. It just starting raining outside, and unfortunately I had no umbrella, and I was getting soaked as I sprinted to my car. Right outside my car was Eddie, waiting for the next bus to take him home. I’ve given him rides before, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for me to offer him a ride. He of course accepted and made himself comfortable in my front seat.

As I drove, he didn’t say a word. I kind of felt uncomfortable, thinking about what happened earlier. All of a sudden he started to lightly grab his crotch. This really isn’t out of the ordinary for ghetto boys like Eddie, but knowing what kind of package he had, it did make me feel even more comfortable, and then I herd him speak.

“He man, I saw you staring at my cock before.”

“What, no way man, what are you talking about?” I said in defense of myself.

“Yea you did, don’t fucking lie man, I saw you. Are you a fag man?”

“No way, you fucking kidding me, I’m straight, you know all the girls I fuck with, come on man.”

“Man, you looked at it, I saw you, I know that.”

I knew I had to say something to get him off this subject, or I was fucked. He had nothing to lose, but God forbid he told my right wing Christian fucking boss, I’d be fired for good.

“Eddie, I never saw a dick so big, so yea it kind of surprised me, that’s all, but no way did I want to stare at it, I’m fucking straight, that’s fucking disgusting.” At this point I shook my head in disgust, hoping he would not care anymore.

At this point, he started laughing hysterically. I’m thinking to myself, “what the fuck.”

“What’s so funny Eddie?”

“You white boys crack me up.”

“What the fuck you mean.”

“Man, I was just playing with you.”

“Real funny, you jerk off.” As he still laughed.

“You should have seen the look on your face…..man, it’s cool, my cock belongs Beylikdüzü travesti in fucking movies, anytime anyone see’s it they are fascinated by it.”

“Well it is pretty fucking big.” I said.

“Yea, it is, 12” when fully hard.’

“Yea right,” I said in disbelief.

“It is, really is.”

“That’s fucking incredible, the girls must love it.”

“Everyone loves it, everyone.”

“Everyone, right?” I said this in a complete, nonchalant way.

“Yea, when money was tight I used to sell it, so everyone, guys and girls have had an opportunity at it.”

“What the fuck and you were hinting that I was gay?”

“I’m not gay, I didn’t touch their fucking cocks, they just played with mine. And the best sucking I got was from a guy.”

“I don’t know man, that’s fucked up.”

“Oh come-on, like you wouldn’t want to suck it.”

“You fucking crazy, no way.” I said, however my cock just got as hard as a rock, I did want to suck it, for some strange reason, I wanted to suck this black man’s cock.

“Come man, look at this.” He unzipped his pants and took his cock out. I have no recollection of how this happened, but I just pulled to the side of the road, I wanted to say put it back in, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to. I hung over his pants. It was slightly thicker than a beer can, foreskin just hung over the head of his monstrous manhood, the skin of it was soft, dark brown and unblemished. It was absolutely beautiful, I had to touch it. I moved my hand to grab it, and without any resistance from him I lightly picked it up. It had such apparent weight, and felt incredibly soft. I gripped my hand over just under a ¼ of his semi erect cock. I had to suck on this cock, I had to.

“Come on man,” he said, “let’s go back to my place and have some fun.”

Well I sped to his house, sprinted behind him up the stairs to his pad, before I know it, sitting on the couch as he stood before me, unzipping and releasing his cock. I stared mesmerized by his manhood. I never felt such a complete sexual urge as I did right now. My cock was hard as a rock, but my entire body squirmed as I lifted his cock and guided it towards my mouth. “That’s it niger, take it in your mouth,” he said. Holy shit that fucking almost made me cum, and I didn’t even take my cock out yet.

I pulled the foreskin back, opened my mouth exceptionally Bomonti travesti wide to fit the thickness of this huge cock inside my mouth. I felt his cock land on top of my tongue, I tried to cover my teeth with my lips, and let the head of his cock rub against the roof my mouth. I just ever so slowly moved my mouth up and down his long shaft. Within seconds he was fully hard, 12″ in length just like he said. Oh my god, this cock was incredible. I made love to his cock, with my mouth. Up and down, up and down. I felt his hands grab my head from behind, and then he started to thrust treating my mouth like a pussy. Faster and faster he went, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I almost puked, I gagged, and cursed at him, he ignored me, and again forced his cock in my mouth. He cursed at me called me a white piece of shit, and continued to fuck with my mouth, treating me like a whore. I suppose I should have been annoyed at this, but I loved it. I was his white whore, his piece of shit to use and abuse. And he did.

“Man I’m going to cum.”

Where the fuck is he going to cum, I couldn’t even tell him if I wanted to, as his cock continued to gag me. “I’m Cumming he said,” and he did right in my mouth.

Oh my fucking god, I tasted his cum, loads and loads of it, I couldn’t believe it. It was then the most incredible thing happened to me that have ever happened, I came. Right in my pants, I didn’t even touch it, or remove my cock from my pants, and I came. What the fuck, this was way too incredible. He guided his cock out of my mouth, and there it was, shiny from my saliva, beautiful looking cock, slowly softing, the foreskin beginning to cover the head. A huge wet spot showed up on my pants.

“Man, you came, uh.” Eddie began to laugh staring at my crotch.

“Eddie, I never did this before, but it was incredible. I can’t believe how much I love your cock.

“Well man it loves you, that’s the best blow job I’ve ever gotten.”

“Wow, do you think I’m gay.”

“No way man,” Eddie said. You just love real hung cock, nothing wrong with that.”

I don’t know if he was right or wrong. To this day, I still love pussy, enjoy fucking it, eating it, going out with it and loving it. I could never picture myself going to a movie or on a date with a man. I can’t picture spending a candlelight dinner with a man. As I got older, I found that I just have an oral fixation for overly hung men. 8 inches would not cut it for me, 9″ maybe, 10 or more I was there. Does that make me gay, I don’t know, and truthfully I don’t care! I love to suck hung men, and that’s what I do in my own spare time. A hobby I truly enjoy. Thanks Eddie.

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I had an experience a few years ago that I want to share with your readers.

A close friend of mine, Steve, and I went fishing at a local lake, it was the middle of the week and there weren’t very many people out on the lake. We both love to fish, but we hadn’t been fishing together in sometime, so on this particular day, he called me up and wanted to know if I wanted to go fishing with him. There was no one at home, wife was at work and the kids were in school, it was the same for him. I told him, that I would love to go, and that it would take me a few minutes to get my fishing gear ready and that I would be ready when he got there.

When he got to my house I was not quite ready and invited Steve to come into the house while I finished getting ready. I told him I just had to find some shorts to wear and then I would be ready. Steve was wearing a pair of loose khaki shorts, T-shirt and sandals. I had a pair of shorts similar to his and decided I wanted to wear the same. As I was getting ready Steve followed me around the house; we were talking about fishing, wives and work. Steve being a man I didn’t think anything about changing in front of him, so I took off my jogging shorts and started to put on my khaki shorts. I looked up and Steve was staring at my cock, I didn’t think anything about that either, as a lot of men look at other men, just to compare. When he saw that I was noticed him staring, he kind of blushed and said ” I see you don’t wear underwear under your shorts either” I told him that I rarely wear underwear when I go fishing. It being a hot summer day I told him that I needed the extra ventilation. He laughed and told me he didn’t wear underwear under his shorts either and as he said this, he pulled the leg of his shorts up and exposed his half hard cock, which by the way was about 7 inches. He said that it felt good when the wind blew under his shorts and cooled his balls off. We both laughed and started out the door to go fishing.

While we drove to the marina I couldn’t help but glance toward his shorts every now and Ataköy travesti then, while we talked. I looked over at him once and the head of his cock was barely poking out of his shorts, this excited me and I am straight. I started laughing and told him that his horse was trying to get out of the coral. He looked down and pushed the head back inside, I told him I had the same problem with these shorts. We both kind of chuckled and I told him see, as I pointed down at my shorts, and there was the head of my cock poking out. And on the tip was a small drop of pre-cum.

I noticed that our cocks were similar in size and girth, except that he was cut and I wasn’t. He is semi hairy and I am not. My balls are fairly nice size with little hair on them and his balls were about the same size and a little more hairy. We both were in good physical shape, I worked out with weights and ran a good bit, where as Steve just ran and did a little cardiovascular workout only. We both had slightly graying hair; we were both only in our late 30’s.

When we got to the marina we launched the boat and were quickly on our way to our first fishing spot. As we were heading up the lake I could feel the wind blowing up my shorts legs and it felt so good, so good in fact I started to get another erection. I hid it pretty good under my life jacket, so he didn’t see anything.

After fishing for what seemed like an eternity and not catching anything we decided to find a shady spot and drop anchor and eat a bite of lunch. So we went up a creek channel and found a nice secluded spot to drop anchor and eat a bite. As we were eating we talked and drank a few beers. He was up on the main fishing deck and I was on the back fishing deck. We were facing each other as we talked and ate, I kept noticing while we talked that his cock was very visible, balls too. I don’t know why it excited me so, but it did. I told him again, that his cock was hanging out, he acknowledged that he heard me by looking down at his cock, then looked over at me and said, “your cock has Bahçelievler travesti been hanging out the whole time”. I looked down and sure enough it was hanging out big time. I apologized and started to push it back in, he told me that it didn’t bother him, if it didn’t bother me. We laughed again, and I reached down and gave my cock a yank or two and told him that the wind felt good on it anyway. I told him how sweaty and hot my balls felt in these shorts and he agreed, as he pulled his cock out and started fanning it. I commented on how big his cock was, which surprised me. And he just looked over at my cock and said that mine was pretty good size too. I looked down at it in a kind of proud manner as I pulled on it a little. When I looked back up at him he was stroking his cock as well. Then he made the suggestion, that since we were in a secluded spot we could take our shorts off and really let our cocks get some fresh air. I quickly agreed with him and we started taking off our shorts and T-shirts. We both laid back in our respective seats while we drank and talked, all the while we both seem to be staring at each others cock and stroking our cocks at the same time, while we talked. I told him that sitting out in the open naked had made me horny and he agreed. I started really stroking my cock, and Steve did too. Then he asked me if I had ever touched another guys cock, I told that I hadn’t and he said that he hadn’t either. Then he asked if I minded if he touched my cock, I told him that I didn’t mind. He got up out of his seat walked to my side of the boat, kneeled down on one knee and just looked at my cock for a few seconds. And then lightly reached out and started stroking my cock with the tip of his fingers, as he did this I sucked in my breath and told him, “damn that feels good”. And then he grabbed my cock and jerked it up and down a few times. The whole time while he did this he was jerking himself off.

After what seemed like hours he stood back up and stared down at my cock while he was playing with his cock. Bahçeşehir travesti Then I told him, that I wanted to touch his too. He let go of his cock and pushed his hips at me, in a “go ahead gesture”. I gingerly reached out and started to rub his shaft, then his balls. When I looked up at him, he had closed his eyes and was moaning slightly. His cock looked and felt so good in my hand, I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and took the head of his large fat cock in my mouth, it felt so hot and soft. Softer than I had expected. When he felt the heat of my mouth on his cock he reached down and started to push down on my head, like he wanted me to go down farther. I pulled back and told him to sit down and I would really suck him off. He sat down and I quickly dove down between his parted legs and took his cock back in my mouth and sucked and licked the length of is cock, from his balls to the top of his large mushroom cock head. I again took his cock deep into my mouth and as I did I was rubbing his balls. I could feel his balls rising up as they got ready to spew out his seed. I felt him stiffen and moan louder as he grunted ” I’m fixing to cum” I just kept sucking I just had to feel his spunk hit the back of my throat. 3 or 4 more strokes later I got my reward as he shot the first of what seemed like many loads of his hot cum into my waiting mouth. The taste was slightly salty but not all-together bad taste. After I finished milking his cock, I stood up and he saw the remnants of his cum on my lips. Then he said he wanted to suck my cock too.

I sat down and he started sucking and licking for all he was worth. He kept squeezing my balls and rubbing my ass as I pumped into his hot waiting mouth. I knew I was not going to last long. A few minutes later I told him that I was going to cum and that it felt like it was going to be a big one. He grunted and kept sucking faster, I felt the first wad of cum shoot out, and I kept shooting load after hot load into his mouth. I had never cum so much in my life. He kept sucking and milking my cock to get every drop. And when he finally let go we both sat down exhausted.

We both agreed that, we didn’t feel guilty, because we both still loved women. But that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to take care of each other’s needs every now and then. And believe me we made it an almost weekly thing.

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Before smartphones and dating Apps were available Matt would go to work early and browse personals ads online. It was before internet browsing activity was monitored or blocked by businesses to keep employees from visiting porn websites. It was exciting and expanded his dark side to the point of obsession.

When he finally got a home computer he would log on chat rooms to role play every chance he got. He always assumed the submissive role when interacting with others. He posted ads in personals, got plenty of replies but never followed through on any of them. On a few occasions he came close but always backed out until one day something changed that.

He placed an on line personal ad that read: “submissive white male seeks Dominant man. Stats: 32y/o 6’2″ 180 black hair, green eyes fit and muscular. Consider self bi but would like to explore submitting orally to a well endowed man. I want to be your bitch. I want to be put on my knees called dirty names and face fucked until you cum down my throat. I crave humiliation and need to be put in my place. I’m clean and discrete please be the same.”

He got several replies almost immediately and wrote back to some of the interesting ones and jerked off to the thought of sucking their cocks.

One of the guys that replied to his ad mentioned poppers. Matt had no idea what they were and asked about them. The guy sent some information and told Matt to get some to try.

Matt remembered seeing poppers at the local adult video store but never gave them much attention. He was always in a hurry Erenköy travesti to get in and out of the store without being noticed. He was also curious about the video booths in the back room but always too afraid to go in.

He thought about the poppers and wondered if it was true they made you horny and have better orgasms. Initially he thought it was all bullshit but decided the to get some to try next time he went to the book store.

Matt’s life went as usual over the next few weeks. July came and he remembered it was time to pick up the latest issue of his favorite magazine. He was desperate for some new jerk off material and decided to swing by the book store.

On the way home from work he stopped, went in got a copy. When he was paying the clerk he noticed bottles of poppers under the counter. He bought one and the guy slipped it into the black plastic bag with his magazine. He quickly left the store and headed home.

Once home he got on his computer to cruise the chat rooms. He settled in, got naked with a glass of bourbon and waited for someone to notice him in the M4M DC chat. A few private messages came through and he replied but all the guys wanted to video link. Matt was too chicken shit and lied saying didn’t have a camera.

He was about to sign off when an IM popped up. It said, “So did you try the poppers yet?” He replied that he got some but hadn’t tried yet. The guy replied, “what are you waiting for? get em out, get naked for me and get ready to suck my cock.” Matt was excited and his cock was hard Beşiktaş travesti at the thought of role playing with someone. He waited a few minutes and replied that he was ready.

They exchanged IMs for a while before they guy told Matt to open the bottle of poppers and take a long hit. Nervously he open them, held the bottle to his nose and inhaled. A sensation washed over him, a euphoric feeling like he had never experienced before. All of his inhibitions and cautions floated. He felt incredibly aroused and submissive, so much so that when he was told to turn his camera on he did without reservation.

He was exposed and naked. On the other end of his computer camera was someone hardly knew. He heard the guys voice telling him to get on his knees. He told Matt to play with his cock and take another hit of poppers. He asked Matt for his phone number and he gave it without question. The poppers were making him do things he wouldn’t normally follow through with. He loved the feeling and was ready for anything.

The guy asked if Matt wanted to suck cock for real tonight. He was so horny at the thought he gave the man his address and told him that he would be waiting for him. The guy said that he was close by and would be there in 10 minutes and to leave the door unlocked. Matt stayed there on his knees and waited.

It seemed like forever. He was still a bit high from the poppers when he heard the door open. Shit, what had he done? He panicked a bit but before he could do anything the guy was in and standing by the door. Avcılar travesti

“Are you ready to be my bitch?” The man asked. Matt replied, “yes sir.” He told Matt to open the poppers and take a nice long hit and then beg to suck his cock. Matt did and again felt his inhibitions float away. He started crawling toward the man begging to suck him.

The guy dropped his pants and Matt saw he had a nice large cock. He was shaved smooth and was wearing a leather strap round the base. Matt opened wide and took the mans cock in his mouth. Slowly he moved his lips down the shaft. It was his first real cock in a long time and it was because of the poppers. Without them he would have jerked off and went to bed, instead he was sucking cock and loving it.

In a few minutes the guy pulled out and rubbed his wet cock all over Matt’s face. He stepped back and took his shoes and pants off. He asked Matt if he had any beer in the house. He started to get up to go get him one but decided to stay on his knees and crawled to the kitchen and back with a beer. After taking a drink the man pointed to his cock and said, “it ain’t going to suck itself.”

Matt put his mouth back on the cock and was soon giving the best blowjob he knew how. The guy obliged Matt’s fantasies by calling him all sort of degrading names as he sucked him off. He made Matt deep throat his cock. He had him look up at him as he held the popper bottle to his nose. He made him take deep hits until he was delirious with submissive lust. He throat fucked Matt until he finally came spraying sperm all over his face.

He left his pager number and told Matt to call it when he wanted to suck cock again. He told him to make sure he had fresh bottle of poppers before he called. He left Matt laying on the floor jerking his cock and savoring the taste of the fresh cum.

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Early the next morning, Tyler leisurely jerked his six and a half inch cock that was out of his pajama pants as he watched mediocre gay porn on his computer. He could tell from the pained look on the bottom’s face that he was gay for pay. He usually avoided scenes like this, but he was feeling too lazy to find another one. He heard a knock on his bedroom door. “Come on in, Dev!”

“Good morning. What do you want for breakf- wait. You are jerking off? And you invited me in anyway?” Dev looked at the monitor. “Oh, that bottom is not having a good time. Those ‘Fuck yeahs’ are not convincing at all. He must really want an XBox One badly.”

“I wonder what it says about gay men that we like watching straight guys take it in the ass so they can buy video games,” Tyler said while still fapping.

“Probably that we haven’t outgrown the straight guy fantasies we had as teens. Anyway, want a hand?”

Tyler grinned as he got up. Dev sat down in the chair and Tyler sat on his lap. Dev groped his pecks and then moved down to his abs and happy trail. “Your workouts have been really paying off. Very swole.” Dev made a face. “God, I can’t believe I just said that word out loud. Tackle me if I say ‘on fleek’ next.”

“Dev, you’re a millenial. You can use slang and no one will side eye you for it. God, your cock is so hard,” Tyler said as he ground his ass on Dev’s crotch.

“Nope. No one wants to hear me say ‘This root canal is lit AF. Isn’t Dr. Shapur cool?’ Now shut up so I can jerk you off,” Dev ordered as he took his right hand and grabbed Tyler’s lotion covered cock. “What a pretty dick.”

Tyler moaned. He had always felt handjobs were underrated. The pleasure of another hand was so simple and intimate. “My dick isn’t that big. You have a better looking one.”

Dev kissed Tyler’s neck. “Pffft. A cock doesn’t need to be huge to be beautiful. And if everyone had a ten inch dick, bottoms everywhere would need donut pillows to sit on.” Dev looked at porn playing on the monitor. The stars had now moved into pile driver position. “That top doesn’t seem to be into either. Though I’d wager he’s doing it for child support money and not for an XBox One. This is sad. Can’t we just watch a Ryan Rose vid? Even the gifs of Jensen Ackles bending over I know you have saved on here would be better fap material than watching these two pretend they want to be fucking each other.”

“Uhh. I’m almost there, so let’s not bother. Jerk me faster,” Tyler groaned out as Dev quickly acquiesced to his request. Dev’s right hand was well lubed with lotion and pre-cum easing the faster jerking motion.

“Are you going to shoot for me? Cum for Daddy,” Dev whispered into Tyler’s ear. He thrust up to grind his cock into Tyler’s pajama covered ass.

Dev calling himself daddy and dry humping him was too much for Tyler. Ropes of cum exploded out hitting the monitor and keyboard. The rest dribbled out onto Dev’s hand.

“So what do want for breakfast? Spinach omelettes sound good?” Dev asked as he let go of Tyler’s wilting cock.

“Yeah,” Tyler panted out. “By the way, calling yourself Daddy is kind of creepy.”

“Agreed, but it is also hot. Now get up so Daddy can make you breakfast.”

***************

An hour and a half later, Tyler was reading magazines in Dev’s waiting room. Nick Donovan’s appointment was in about 30 minutes, so he expected him to be there any minute. Dev had offered to let Tyler use his Kindle, but the gay romance novels on there were lackluster to him. You could always tell when a woman was the author of a gay romance novel by the lack of rimjobs. Though the magazines laid out on the table were worse.

“Dev really needs better subscriptions. The articles in this one: ‘I’m Having Alien Triplets!’ ‘I’m in a Polyamorous Relationship With Santa and Krampus!’ ‘My Husband Died Getting a Hickey from a Vampire!’ Just trash,” Tyler muttered as he threw the magazine back on the table. The receptionist Dolores shot a dirty look at Tyler. “What? Dolores, you know he needs better magazines. Though at least he has People and US Weekly.”

Dolores sighed. “I’ve been trying to talk Dr. Shapur into getting Better Homes and Gardens and Vogue, but he thinks that’s what people want to read while they wait.”

20 seconds later, Nick Donovan strutted in and walked over to Dolores to sign in. He was dressed casually in jeans and a gray shirt. Tyler discreetly stared at his ass. You could bounce a quarter off it. Nick got the paperwork that all new patients need to fill out and sat two seats away from Tyler.

Tyler decided to play it cool. “Excuse me, sir, but you look a lot Belek travesti like Nick Donovan.”

Nick smirked. “I get that a lot,” he said not looking up from the paperwork.

“Sorry if I’m bothering you. The resemblance is just uncanny. Vigilante is one of my favorite shows. Wait. You are Nick Donovan,” Tyler exclaimed.

Nick looked over at Tyler and smiled. “Caught me. Always great to meet a fan,” Nick said putting the pen down on the clipboard and extending his hand to Tyler.

Tyler eagerly shook his hand. “I’m Tyler. I’ve been a fan since Werewolf Cove very early in your career.”

“Really? The only good thing about that movie was my ass during the shower scene. Though I bet that’s the reason you liked it so much,” Nick said winking and looking Tyler up and down.

Tyler blushed. This was going better than he ever could have hoped. “Uh, yeah. That scene is why I own the DVD.”

“Tyler, would you like to visit the set of Vigilante? We’re doing night shoots tonight. You can come if you want. Though unfortunately I’m not filming a shower scene tonight, so you won’t see me naked. At least not on set,” Nick said grinning wolfishly.

This rich dick was really just falling into Tyler’s lap with pretty much no effort. “Would I be allowed on set?”

“Tyler, I’m the star of the show and I started getting a producer credit this season. I can bring on anyone I like and I’d like to bring you and show you around. Now give me your phone, so I can put my number in.”

Tyler handed over the phone as he curbed his desire to get up and start doing a “I’m going to get that dick and that money” twerk.

**************

A few hours later, Dev sat eating lunch at the mall food court with his dental hygienist Ashley, a black woman in her mid-20’s and Tyler.

“So he just asked you to visit his set like a minute after meeting you? That sounds strange to me,” Dev said and then took a bite of burrito.

“I guess he liked what he saw. And calm down. He’s a celebrity, not a serial killer. I’m not going to end up the subject of an episode of Dateline. Though if I do, say nice things about me to Keith Morrison,” Tyler said as he took a sip of water. He wasn’t eating because he was hoping to get very lucky tonight. If it went well, he’d order a post anal victory pizza for Nick and him.

“Well, it won’t be the first time Dev has talked to true crime producers. They had to get permission from him to shoot exteriors of his house for Killer Husbands. That episode was wild,” Ashley said.

“Wait. Our house was on Killer Husbands?” Tyler asked staring at Dev in disbelief.

“My house. And yes, it was. The last owner chopped his wife’s head off,” Dev said nonchalantly.

“You bought a house where a woman was murdered? And you never told me about it!” Tyler sputtered out.

“I got a great deal on the house. The asking price was already pretty low, but I got them to knock it down 10K more, which gave me more money to remodel the master bathroom. And if it makes you feel better, she was beheaded in the backyard.”

“Dev, you are so cheap. I guess the bright side is I can use that as an anecdote at parties,” Tyler sighed.

“Let’s get off beheadings. Dev, I met a guy at yoga who would be perfect for you,” Ashley said going into matchmaker mode. “His name is Daniel and he works at a non-profit. I forget what the non-profit does. Anyway, he’s really cute and I can arrange a date.”

Dev narrowed his eyes. “The last guy you set me up with last year spent the whole date going on about how exotic I look and petted my hair like he was at a petting zoo. ‘Ohhh, Indian hair is so thick!’ Ash, I know you mean well, but I think you do that straight person thing where you meet a gay person and think ‘This person is gay, thus he’d be perfect for my gay friend!’ There are so many compatiblity factors in gay relationships. Is he a top or a bottom or vers? Does he want monogamy or an open relationship? Does he want kids? Does he prefer Adele or Beyoncé? Is he a DC or a Marvel? And so on and so forth.”

“Dev, he is woke. We had a ten minute conversation about climate change and whitewashing in Hollywood. Give him a shot,” Ashley pleaded.

“Go on the date, Dev. Though try not to go on any rants about TV shows or mention that you live in a house where a woman was murdered. That would be a boner killer,” Tyler said.

“Fine. Set up the date,” Dev conceded. “Tell him to meet me at the Chinese restaurant down the road from my house at seven.”

“Why not the Italian place? It’s nicer,” Ashley asked.

“Because that place is pricey Kemer travesti and I’m not spending that kind of money on a man I haven’t even seen naked,” Dev said and then his anxiety set in. “What am I going to talk about on the date if I’m not babbling about the second season of True Detective? The first season was so good, but the second season was a poorly plotted mess.”

“You could talk about current events or about yourself. Maybe bring up fun facts,” Ashley suggested.

“You bring up your big dick. That would be a good conversation starter,” Tyler said.

“How would I bring that up? ‘Pass the egg rolls. By the way, I have a huge dick.’ That wouldn’t be awkward at all,” Dev said mockingly.

“You could say ‘What’s big and brown and could be in you if you play your cards right’ or ‘You know Boomer Banks? My dong looks kind of like that.’ Or ‘Remember when we got ten inches of snow last year? I’ve got ten inches to give as well.’ Even if the rest of the date sucks, he’d be curious about your dick,” Tyler said laughing.

“Tyler, how do you know the size of Dev’s peen?” Ashley asked and looked at Tyler and Dev suspiciously.

“We live together. I accidently saw him coming out of the shower.” Tyler decided he didn’t want Ashley to know that he’d recently been more intimate with Dev. She didn’t need to know that Dev had cum on his face yesterday or gave him a handjob this morning.

“Ash, we better get back to the office,” Dev said getting up.

“And I better get home. I have to shave, pick out an outfit and douche and shower before I see Nick tonight,” Tyler said picking up his water bottle and standing up.

***********

Dev sat alone at the restaurant. Daniel was four minutes late, which was a strike against him since Dev despised tardiness. He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and rolled his eyes when he saw it was his mother Neela. He swiped to answer. “Hi, Mom.”

“Vimal told me you were going on a date with a man. Dev, you are never going to be happy if you continue in this homosexual direction,” Neela said raising her voice.

Dev groaned. He knew he shouldn’t have told his brother about the blind date when he called an hour ago. “Mom, I’m gay. It isn’t a choice. We’ve talked about this.”

“What about children? A man can’t carry a child. Find a woman. Even if it was a white woman I wouldn’t complain.”

“Mom, I don’t want children. I just want to eventually find a husband and live a blissfully child-free life.”

“Who will take care of you when you are old?” Neela asked forcefully.

“I assume it will be a poorly paid nursing home worker who will mildly abuse me. I’ve got to go. Bye, Mom,” Dev said hanging up.

Five minutes later, a lanky late 20’s man with brown hair approached the table. “Hi, are you Dev? I’m Daniel.”

Dev shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.” Daniel took his seat across from Dev.

Dev waved down a waitress who took their orders and left.

“So, tell me about yourself,” Daniel said as he took out his phone.

“Well, I graduated high school when I was 15 and…” Dev noticed Daniel was typing on his phone. “What are you doing?”

“Just tweeting. I’m listening to you go on,” Daniel said looking up and then going back to paying attention to his phone.

“What are you tweeting?” Dev asked being careful to hide how annoyed he was

“Oh, just about this date. ‘On a date with a Muslim. #Woke’ My 326 followers expect regular updates,” Daniel said not looking up from his phone. “Shit, it’s 325 now. Which asshole unfollowed me? I bet it was Becky. Just because I think peas in guacamole are stupid…”

“Um, I’m not Muslim. Common mistake. I was raised Hindu, but now I consider myself agnostic. What-” Dev stopped talking as he realized Daniel wasn’t paying attention.

The next two minutes were filled with Dev staring at Daniel as he typed on his phone. Apparently getting unfollowed over peas in guacamole was serious business.

Dev tried to think of something to get this date back on track. He wasn’t going to talk about TV shows, so he decided to go with fun facts like Ashley suggested. “Fun fact: Dolphins are rapists,” Dev said and immediately regretted saying it.

Daniel finally looked up from his phone and put it down on the table. “What is fun about that? Calling it fun contributes to dolphin rape culture,” Daniel said completely seriously.

“Uh, I guess it’s not fun. I’m sorry. I get nervous on dates and you being on your phone wasn’t helping,” Dev said fidgeting.

“Sorry if I was ignoring you. I’m a little Travesti attached to my phone. I’ll focus on you now. So, do you miss the jungle?”

Dev stared blankly. “The jungle? I was born in northern Virginia. Do you think I’m like Mowgli? Fuck this. You are not worth me or my big dick. You show up late, brag about dating a brown person on Twitter as you ignore me and then you have the nerve to assume I was raised in the jungles of India. I don’t have a fucking Indian accent should have been your first clue. If I stay, you’ll ask me to do a Bollywood dance number.”

Daniel blanched. “Are you implying that I’m racist? Being called a racist is worse than actual racism! Everyone knows that!”

Dev stood up and took out his wallet and threw a hundred dollar bill on the table. “Then tweet about how the mean brown man hurt your feelings to your 325 followers, which by the way isn’t a lot. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must return to the jungle. Baloo needs me!”

**********

Tyler walked with Nick around the set of Vigilante. It was unseasonably warm, so Tyler was just wearing jeans and a tank top. He thought about dressing up more, but he didn’t want it to seem like he was trying too hard. Nick was in his red leather Vigilante costume.

“And there’s our DP Bob. And one of the PAs Shelly. And there’s the guy who plays my dad on the show Andrew. Let’s go talk with him,” Nick said leading Tyler over to the tall 40-something year old man.

“Hey, Nicholas. And who is this?” Andrew asked. Tyler noticed an edge to his voice.

“This is Tyler. He’s a big fan and I’m showing him around. I might show him even more later,” Nick said making a big show of putting an arm around Tyler.

“Oh. I didn’t know you were seeing anyone. Well, I’ll let you get to it,” Andrew said walking away.

“Say hi to your wife for me,” Nick called out to Andrew’s back.

Tyler was smart enough to immediately figure out he was being used in some sort of game between Nick and Andrew. Oh, well. He could at least maybe get some hot sex and gifts out of this.

Nick then led Tyler to his trailer. As he walked in, he was stunned by how nice it was.

“You have a fire place in your trailer? And marble countertops!” Tyler loved HGTV, so the sight of marble countertops almost made him hard.

“Yeah, I get treated well. Would you do me a favor, Tyler?” Nick asked.

Tyler stopped drooling over the countertops. “Sure.”

“Would you take off your pants and get on the couch? I have a kissing scene tonight with Rachel and I have a ritual of eating a man’s ass before I kiss her. That may seem uncalled for, but she’s a homophobic bitch who forced me into coming out by calling up the tabloids. The network won’t fire her, so this is my petty revenge.”

Tyler was unbuckling his pants as soon as Nick stopped speaking. He kicked his shoes off and threw his jeans and underwear to the side. He was Donald Duck-ing it as he got on his knees on the couch just wearing his tank top presenting his ass to Nick. “Come and get it.”

Nick got behind Tyler and took his ass in his hands. “What a nice ass.” He gave it a smack causing Tyler to yelp. He spread the cheeks. “What a beautiful asshole, Tyler. Do you bleach it?”

“Nope. My asshole is naturally beautiful,” Tyler said proudly.

“Well, it sure looks tasty.” Nick gave Tyler’s hole a long lick. “And it is.” Nick went back to licking Tyler’s asshole like it was the most delicious meal.

Tyler groaned. He couldn’t believe a celebrity he jerked off to was tonguing his ass. He moaned as Nick dipped his tongue into his asshole. Maybe he could get Nick to forget all about Andrew.

Nick stopped licking and massaged Tyler’s butthole with one finger. He eased it in. “Oh, that’s tight. That’ll feel really good around my dick later.”

“Uhhh. Fuck. I’m looking forward to it,” Tyler said moaning as he clenched on the finger.

Someone knocked on the trailer door. “Nick, we’re ready for you,” a woman’s voice shouted.

Nick took his finger out of Tyler, but before getting up he gave it one last lick. “To be continued. Got to go give Rachel a taste of your ass. You can chill out here while I film.” Nick exited with a wave.

Tyler put his pants back on and looked for the remote control for the TV. He found Nick’s Kindle. A person’s taste in books said a lot about them. He figured it could give him some insight into Nick.

He turned it on and was horrified by what he found. “Ayn Rand? Ann Coulter?” He thought back to the time Nick criticized Beyoncé on Twitter and “#NickDonovanIsOverParty” trended on Twitter. He should have seen this coming. “Fuck my life.”

He dug his phone out of his pocket and called Dev. “I just had a Republican’s tongue up my ass!”

Dev laughed for a full 30 seconds. “Well, now you know how billionaires feel.”

To be continued…

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