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Chapter 18 – I want to try it!

It was close to midnight when I returned. I went into the shower and thought about Nate. I don’t know what I want, do I…

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Nate knocked on the door and stepped in.

“I heard you came back. Can I come in?”

I don’t know why, but the corners of my mouth raised in a weird reflex, and I had to smile seeing him. I opened the screen and pulled him into the shower. He smiled, even though he seemed a little unsure but stepped in, embracing me.

Finally, my mind calmed down, and warm bliss covered my dark thoughts. I held him close, just feeling him next to me. Watching his eyes look at my naked body and then look at me. I kissed him at last. I was home. I was happy. I was calm. Maybe I have only those few minutes and hours of peace. Perhaps I am crazy, and nothing matters now. I needed to feel good, even if only for these short moments.

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Nate stepped under the water stream as I naturally connected my lips with his. I felt like, after the storm, I fell into the warmth of home. I don’t know why. I had never experienced such a high after such emotional turmoil, but I didn’t care at that moment.

I didn’t want to talk, sort anything out or think. The only thing I needed at the moment was kissing his lips and having his body close to me. I took his hands and held them together in front of my chest, looking into his eyes. I raised them, joined at wrists, and put them over my head. It was nearly like an out-of-body experience… just kissing this man, feeling his body getting wet, and caressing his skin. I needed him like this forever. I didn’t care how it seemed. I just was enjoying the present moment.

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I trailed his forearms down and leaned again to his mouth. We kissed intently and gently as if everything around us disappeared and only water and the two of us remained. I raised Nate’s shirt, and my hands glided on his muscle. My ears vibrated as I heard his moans, and I thought if he weren’t my size, I would take him in my arms and carry him to my bed.

Fuck it! I took off his shirt and pants with underwear while still kissing him. I then turned off the shower and looked at him as I held his glutes tightly, raising him off the ground.

“Richard!” he exclaimed in shock as I stepped out of the shower on the mat with him in my arms. He held me around the shoulders and crossed his ankles behind my back. He seemed worried, but I saw in his dazed eyes that he liked it. I stood there for a moment, composing myself.

“Kiss me, baby.”

He blinked twice, then lowered his head to mine and kissed me. He was heavy, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. My mind surrendered to my heart, and I wouldn’t let this moment waste. Who knows what doubt tomorrow will bring?

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I carried Nate to my bed and sat with him like that on its edge. I took his face into my hands and brought him to me again, kissing him slowly while his wet hair dripped on my shoulder. He looked at me like he wanted to say something. Nate looked so peaceful, yet emotional. He looked like the most beautiful being I have seen in my life.

I laid him down on the bed. And covered his body with mine. I brushed a few wet hairs off his face and kissed the place on his skin they left. I kissed his eyelids, closing them like that before I kissed his swollen lips again. We made out like this for minutes, our hands roaming our bodies like they had a deficit of touch. I took his stiff shaft in my hands and stroked it. As I kissed my way down his body, he was shaking beneath me and moaned so sweetly I thought we were in heaven. I loved the taste of his body, the smoothness and toughness, and his smell!

I engulfed him, and he spread his legs in reflex, combing my hair with his fingers. I loved how sweet he tasted when I licked the precum out of his slit.

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He raised his legs slightly, and I licked my way to his balls, wallowing them gently in my mouth. He looked at me, and when I spread his legs further, he started shaking with anticipation. I looked into his eyes with a gentle smile and lowered myself to his rosebud. I flicked my tongue on it several times before I sucked it and started to feast on it. He exhaled, still watching me with glossy eyes and parted lips. His hair was disheveled. Nate growled with that deep voice of his when I put one finger in and started to enter the second, moving toward his button.

“Richard.” I don’t know if it was just a moan or if he wanted to say something, but at that moment, I rubbed his button slowly, Bostancı Escort and he leaned his head backward in a sharp exhale. His belly fluttered, and his cock leaked and twitched. I reached his face and kissed his cheek, traveling to his ear and licking it. Then down onto his neck and shoulder as I heard his trembling moans beneath me. His hands were caressing my pecks and back, occasionally stopping and holding me tight.

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I lay in between his legs and pointed my cock to his entrance. I couldn’t take much more. I must have looked like a man possessed because, at that moment, I felt like I loved every atom of his being. Everything seemed just perfect, his loving eyes looking at me, his body surrendering to mine so naturally. As I kissed him, I pushed slowly into him, spreading him open under me, shaking and moaning.

“Let me in, baby.” I brushed my nose on his. He smiled and pushed against me, inviting me inside.

“It’s yours, baby,” Nate replied and raised his knees on my back, pulling me closer before kissing me.

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I started to move, and he squeezed his glutes so good I had to stop. Shaking in ecstasy, I willed myself not to cum and slowed the tempo. His moans in my ears, his tongue in my mouth. We came like this to the absolute edge and fell together into each other. We danced and moved in synch, kissing and caressing each other until I felt his ass spasming around my cock, and his balls were tight. I moved in a way I was directly brushing his prostate, and his moves became erratic. His moans were so loud I wasn’t sure my mouth covering his would be enough. Finally, he grasped at my elbows and, in his last breath, said, looking at me.

“Baby, I am cumming!” The tightness and the view were too much for me too. I kissed his lips and came into him while shaking and moaning into his mouth.

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We lay there for a good while. My entire weight was on top of him, and his fingers gently traveled my back. I could stay like this. I felt his lips on my neck and traveling to my cheek. I turned to him, and we kissed.

He shifted his weight and rolled me, so he was on top of me. He licked my torso and all his cum from it with a wicked grin. I watched him satisfied and let him feast on my skin down to my cock. I hummed in pleasure, and when he sat on his knees, I returned the favor, licking him clean. Then I brought my lips to his, and as he was about to kiss me, I put my armpit to his nose. He growled and looked at me with a wild smile. He licked it clean and went to the other. Then with a grin, he sat on me and kissed me deeply while holding my head with both hands.

“How many personalities do you have, Richard? “

“I don’t know,” I sighed and hugged him tightly. “I feel like I am hitting puberty again. Everything I feel in the moment is like it’s heightened somehow.”

He nodded, “I think I know what you mean.”

We lay on the bed facing each other. I took Nate’s hand and entwined our fingers together, playing with them and absentmindedly kissing each of his. He let me and just watched me with a dreamy smile.

“So, are we in a relationship now?”

“I don’t know, Nate, but I sure wish we could be.” I looked at him and pulled him closer, brushing his forehead against mine before I kissed him again.

We lay there in silence. Exhausted, but I wasn’t sleepy at all. I wanted to just lay here like this.

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“I was with Cor and Ben. Cortney said she knows about you.

“What do you mean?”

“Her ex was Mary Jenkins.”

He got into his calm stone face again. I haven’t seen him like that for weeks.

“What has she told you?”

“She told me it’s not her place to say anything, just that she believes you are not a person who would hurt someone intentionally, and she trusts you.”

He looked like he was fighting tears. I sat looking at him. What the heck is going on? I am not a person who tends to pry into others’ business, but this started to really interest me.

“Are you ok, Nate?”

“Yeah, sure. Thank you for telling me.”

What the fuck? What is he thanking me for?

“Richard. I am not ready to talk about that with you.”

“I am not saying you have to.”

“I know.”

“Would you be upset if she told me?”

“Has she?”

“No. I told you, but if she would?”

“I don’t know how I would react, Richard. I am thankful she left that to me.”

“Is it that bad?”

He looked at me with a kind but resolute look. I knew he wouldn’t tell me anything more. Now I was Ümraniye Escort really invested. What could it be?

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His face slowly leaned closer until his lips brushed mine, pulling me out of the daze.

“It was long ago, and I haven’t told anyone about it since. It’s not because of you. It’s just hard for me to think about and nearly unbearable to talk about.”

“You haven’t told even Ash?”

He shook his head in negative.

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“We should try to sleep now. It’s nearly 2 am, and I am waking up in 4 hours.” He stood up and went to the bathroom door.

“You won’t be sleeping here tonight?” The thought alone made me sad for some reason.

Nate turned and smiled. “I would love to sleep here, Richard. I will come back; I left my computer on.” He kissed me and left.

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He must have come maybe twenty minutes later. I was half asleep when he turned all lights off and slipped to me under covers. I felt a light peck on my temple and fell back into a peaceful slumber.

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…

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Nathaniel rubbed my cheek lightly and kissed it.

“What time is it?”

“Six.”

“Can’t you come back to sleep?” I reached weakly for his arm.

“I can’t, but if you can, sleep some more.”

“Can you work here?” I held onto his hand, half asleep. I wouldn’t have known why I said that if he had asked me. He was quiet for a moment.

“Are you sure?”

I kissed his palm and laid on it like on some stuffed animal or pillow. He chuckled.

“Yeah, sure.” I don’t know if I was talking from my sleep or if I was actually awake, but I remember that I said that. Still have no idea why…

“I suppose I could.”

I just smiled and closed my eyes, hugging his hand.

“But I will probably need that hand.” I could hear the smile in his tone.

“No, I need it more.” I grinned.

I heard his laugh. Then he kissed my cheek and took his hand from beneath me. I voiced my disappointment, but soon I must have fallen asleep again.

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I woke up a few hours later. I heard Nate’s fingers pressing the keys on the keyboard with good vigor, and when I looked, he was sitting by my desk and was writing something. I watched him for a couple of minutes when he turned my way and saw me.

“Good morning, snoring man,” Nate said with a laugh.

“Have I snored?”

He laughed again. “A little.”

I smiled lazily and looked at the clock. 9 am. Cool. I stood up and stretched a little while walking to that man. I kissed the top of his head and went to shower. I came back, and Nate was concentrating on the screen. Just then, I realized that he was not using my extended monitor. I came over and handed him the cable.

“May I?”

It took him a couple of seconds to shift his concentration.

“That would help, actually. You don’t mind?”

“Please, why should I?”

“I thought you were going to use it.”

“I am not writing a book.”

Nate looked confused for a second and then laughed again. “I am not writing a book.”

“It looks like that; I am sure it will be a best seller from how you are engrossed in it.”

“Trust me, people who will read this won’t do it for pleasure.”

“Then why do you write it?”

“Someone has to, and I am the best at it.”

“What is it about?”

“Lots of technical stuff,” Nate didn’t seem to enjoy talking about it, so I dropped it. I was a bit curious, but I left him.

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“I will go eat; do you want me to bring you something?”

“Thanks, I ate.” Nate kept looking at the monitor. He seemed busy, so I just left.

I was happy this morning. I pranced down the stairs and enjoyed my high when my eyes fell on the dark wooden door. Ashley. Her existence just downed on me. Fuck! I don’t want to live like this! Fuck it! I went to her door and knocked.

“Yes, Nate?”

“It’s me, Rick. I will make myself something to eat. Do you want also?” I tried to sound casual, but deep down, I felt uneasy.

She was silent for a moment, then, with a voice filled with concern, said, “Yeah, I am a bit hungry. Thank you.”

“Sure.”

“Rick?”

“Yes?”

“If it isn’t a problem, could you maybe make me some tea?”

“Okay, ginger with mint?”

“Oh, that would be amazing, thanks.” That surprise in her tone when I remembered her favorite tea was sad.

“If you want, I can make it for you as mom used to, but it will take a few minutes.”

Now she was silent again.

“I would love that, thank you.”

“Cool. I am making eggs, Kartal Escort that’s ok?”

“Sure.”

“Still runny?”

“Yeah.”

“Perfect, I will bring it.”

“Ok, thank you.”

That was nearly painless. I entered the kitchen and started Ashley’s tea while making food. I was humming, genuinely happy, when I realized that Nate was right… How many personalities does one person have?

Yesterday I was mad and in agony. I hatefucked Nate like I was taking my revenge on him, and then a few hours later, I was a desperate kid pleading for his attention. Now I am prancing here like happy deer and making a meal for Ashley, whom I hated yesterday with everything in me. What the fuck? Am I in a mid-life crisis already?!

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I was about to take the tray when my phone started ringing. Ben was calling me again. I don’t remember the last time he called me three days in a row.

“You missed me already?”

“Someone is happy this morning.”

“I slept well. What can I say?”

“Did you?”

“Yes, Ben, my eggs are getting cold. How can I help you.”

“I was just worried after yesterday, but it seems that everything is well.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how it will go from here, but I don’t want to think about it, to be honest.”

“And where is Nate?”

“In my room.”

“Did you just do it?”

“Nah, he is working.”

“Why is he working there?”

“I kind of asked him.”

There was a long silence… I rolled my eyes.

“You asked him to work in your room? Did he also, by any chance, sleep there?”

“Yeah, since Thursday, actually.”

“What the fuck! Did he sleep in your bed?”

“Yes.”

“Through the night?!”

“Yes. It was quite nice, to be honest.”

“Fuck you, man! It took me eight months for you to let me spend the night with you in one bed!”

“I guess things change.”

“Seems that way. Next time you will call him baby.”

“……” This time I stayed silent.

“You have already! Are you two dating?”

“I honestly don’t know, Ben.”

“Fuck… I must say I am jealous.”

“I don’t know if you would want something like this. It’s exhausting.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. But in the end, it’s funny. I ended up with the exact opposite of my type, and so did you.”

“I didn’t know you were still bitter about it. It’s been years.”

“No, I am not. Just a bit envious.”

“Fuck, the eggs are cold, man. I need to get going.”

“I am sure Nate will love them anyway.”

“I am bringing them for Ashley.”

“What happened there yesterday?!”

“I will tell you tomorrow. Bye, Ben.”

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I brought the tray to Ashley’s door and laid the tray on the floor. After I knocked, I heard her coming, so I moved a few steps back.

“I am sorry, a friend called, and it’s a bit cold now.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Thank you, Rick.”

She opened the door just wide enough for the tray to fit through and started pulling it in. All I saw was one of her hands. I had to laugh. This was amazing.

“What?”

“Do you remember Mr. Baguette?”

“Our hamster when we were kids?”

“Do you remember when he was in that little wooden house of his, and we put a piece of an apple in front of it?”

She started chuckling, “Yeah, all you could see was one paw snatching it inside. It was hilarious!”

“You just looked exactly like that!”

We both laughed a little. “Can I join you?”

“You want to eat with me?”

“Only if you don’t mind eating on the floor.”

“I’d love to.”

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I have to say, the confinement suited her. She was much humbler than before. Even her tone was more inviting. Or was it me talking with her nicely? Anyway, I went for my plate and mug, and we talked a little while we ate. It was nice. We talked about some fun things from our childhood, and both of us probably intentionally avoided sensitive topics. I have to say I kind of enjoyed it. When we finished, I stood up, and she pushed the tray out with one hand.

“Thanks, Mrs. Baguette.”

She laughed, “Thank you, Rick.”

I didn’t know if she was thanking me for the food or for company.

“I need to work a bit. I will come down for lunch.”

“That will be great. Bye, now, Rick.”

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I put dishes in the dishwasher and heated some of the tea. I took it upstairs with a bottle of water for Nate. I found him in the same position as I left him. I put down the mug and bottle and kissed his cheek. He smiled at me and thanked me.

“Would it be ok if I work here also?”

“Can we fit here? I can go to Ashley’s room, that’s ok. I am just enjoying the setup.”

“I am glad you do. I can work on my bed. It’s fine. I have done that many times.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, baby.” I stroked his cheek and kissed him.

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I spent the next day concentrating on my essay. I wanted as much done for this internship as I could before school started again.

And that included calling my two professors for references as well as Dr. Thompson. Fortunately no one was in the offices so I just left messages.

I kept thinking about quiet guy. I honestly felt bad. I’ve been in that situation, forced to your knees and forced to suck. It turned out to be a good thing for me but I also didn’t get beat up after. Nothing was reported on the news so I guess everything worked out.

My buddy Brian called. Plans were on hold for a couple days. Apparently Joey had some red lumpy sores on his cock. Looks like the filthy cocksucking Asian chick gave him syphilis or some something.

It was just as well. I plugged away at my essay, which I finished Wednesday afternoon. It was perfect.

I got a call from Dr. Thompson’s office. He wanted to set up a meeting to discuss the letter of recommendation. Damn it. Friday at noon. I didn’t even think professors worked during break but whatever.

I cleaned up the apartment, top to bottom, bathrooms and all. In the nude of course. I would have done the laundry if there was any.

Wednesday afternoon and I was bored. I tried on the blue plaid dress I had picked up at the thrift store. It wasn’t anything special. A little frilly maybe.

And hour later my hair was done, makeup finished and I was slipping on the navy blue heels I picked up. I looked great. When I spun around you could just get a glance of the dark blue silky panties I had picked out.

All dressed up and nowhere to go. I got such an incredible thrill out of being in public dressed like a girl. And that feeling was magnified by the fact that no one seemed to notice I wasn’t a girl! But where could I go?

The bookstore.

No. Absolutely not. No way.

I thought about the gay bar but that really wasn’t my scene. Maybe one of the clubs? Nah, too risky. Though some hard college cock did sound really good.

I decided to go to a park and just walk around. I figured I’d stay close to my car in case anyone figured out I was a guy. Quick exit strategy.

It was a beautiful day. The park was pretty desolate. A few guys fishing by the lake, the occasional couple walking around holding hands. No one seemed to bat an eye at the cute brunette in the blue plaid dress.

I had such a boner though!!! I even ventured over by the lake and got some approving stares from the men there. I just smiled shyly at them.

I really wanted to suck their cocks!! All of them! But I needed to get this under control. I felt like I was falling too far too fast. Seriously, the night before I sucked two guys off and they referred to me as a faggot.

And I liked it. I liked it a lot!

No. I had Jack and Alex if I really needed it. I can’t be sucking off every guy that I came across even if I wanted to.

I felt good about my decision. I got back to my apartment and masturbated furiously.

I went out with the fellas on Thursday night. Joey stayed home. Again, no luck. It’s frustrating but not surprising.

It Anadolu Yakası Escort was 11:45 Friday morning when I pulled into the parking lot to see Dr. Thompson. I was aggravated. I didn’t see why this was necessary. I was also nervous about what he might say about the bookstore. Then again, how unprofessional to bring up sexual activity outside of school? Nah, he won’t bring it up.

“Ah! Right on time! Just as I expected!” Dr. Thompson called out from the chair behind his desk in his office.

“Come in! Come in! Please forgive me. Louise, my secretary, has left for lunch. Have a seat!”

We spent the next 20 minutes discussing my grades, my goals, and my path to success. Then he hit me with it.

“Well, now, all that sounds really great and all, but we have a problem.”

“A problem?”

“Uh, yeah, so it’s been brought to my attention that you frequent adult… establishments. Now I don’t want my name out there endorsing such perverted behavior.”

I couldn’t believe this.

“I’m afraid I can’t put my good name on the line. My reputation means everything.”

“Are you fucking kidding me??!!” I asked.

“Well, now that attitude won’t get you ahead in this world. But I think we may be able to come to some sort of an agreement.”

“What might that be???” I asked.

Dr. Thompson pushed himself away from his desk. He wasn’t wearing pants. It appeared as though he had been masturbating throughout our entire conversation because he was rock hard, his cock head glistening with precum.

“Things have gotten a little slow over at the…clubhouse. The action has dropped off significantly in the last few weeks. I think some special attention might just be what the doctor ordered, my good man.”

I was speechless.

“All kidding aside, I’ve written you one hell of a recommendation. I am also good friends with the Director of Human Resources at this firm you want to work for. Perhaps I could be persuaded to make a phone call and request a personal favor of him.”

I knew what he wanted as he slowly stroked his cock. I wanted that letter of recommendation. I wanted him to make that phone call. And I couldn’t help myself….I wanted that cock in my mouth.

He smiled when I stood up and walked towards him. I knelt down in front of him, halfway under his desk, and looked at his cock.

I couldn’t deny it. He had a beautiful cock, perfectly shaped head, straight, slightly veiny shaft, perfectly proportional ball sack, perfect length and girth. The only imperfection was the tell tale birthmark on its side, which I ran my tongue over before sliding him into my mouth.

“Mmnnnnn….that’s it. How I’ve missed your mouth.”

Dr. Thompson was a talker, apparently. He chatted through the better part of this blowjob.

“I’ve seen a lot of guys like you come through this school. Cute, straight boys that experiment sexually, get a taste of cock and can’t seem to get enough. But you’re a natural. You suck amazing cock.”

I felt a sense of pride with that statement. Dr. Thompson was sitting back in his chair, fingers locked behind his Avrupa Yakası Escort head as he rambled on and I worked my mouth over his shaft.

“You created quite a stir at the clubhouse. I miss getting those calls from the front desk that the cocksucking college student was in a booth. I was a little surprised to find out it was you when I reviewed the closed circuit TV with the owner.”

Closed circuit TV? I paused as the idea of having been recorded leaving and entering the ABS sunk in. Dr. Thompson’s hand fell to the back of my head but applied no pressure.

“Oh, you didn’t know you were recorded? Well, it’s actually a security measure required by insurance but it also lets us review who is visiting. I was so incredibly disappointed when you spotted me leaving, and moreso when you stopped coming in all together. Mmnnnn…..I love the sounds you make….”

Here I thought I had been so slick, so anonymous yet they had me on camera and apparently the clerk even made phone calls about me. Dr. Thompson started playing with my hair.

“And your performance at the drag contest was absolutely amazing!!”

He knew about that too???

“I wasn’t sure it was you at first, grinding against that pole three dollar whore. I’ve had students enter that contest before but never win it like the you did. I actually followed you out into the parking lot to see what car you got into just to see if it was actually you. That was some show you put on out in the parking lot.”

I started to pull off of his cock at the realization that he had seen what had happened but his resting hand firmed up on the back of my head and held me down.

“Oh, fuck! You’re throat is amazing! It’s like you have no gag reflex at all! Mmnnnn. That’s right, I saw the entire episode of you and those two guys. That was incredibly hot to watch! I had never seen someone get the back of their head fucked like that while they sucked a cock. I only wished I could hear what the conversation was. I couldn’t hear shit from behind that dumpster.”

The fact that he had watched that entire event turned me on like crazy! I pushed my shorts down so I could stroke my cock while I sucked him. I quickened my pace.

“Ooooooohhhh…..fuck yeah. I almost jumped out to help when they started fighting but it turned out the bigger guy was just tickling the smaller guy. Besides, I don’t know how much help I would have been with my pants around my ankles masturbating furiously!!”

Picturing that in my mind turned me on even more.

“They walked off holding hands so it all seemed to have worked out for them.”

They hadn’t been fighting after all. I felt a tremendous amount of relief knowing this.

Dr. Thompson was now slowly grinding my face and controlling the pace with a fistful of my hair. I was stroking my cock in pace with my mouth.

“Mmnnn….wow….mmmm. You’re definitely a natural at sucking cock. Exceptional! Maybe after you get this job you can come back and thank me…”

“Mmhmmm….mmhmmm…” I didn’t even know what I was agreeing to. I just wanted to feel him shoot in my mouth, to İstanbul Escort taste his cum and to hear him groan in pleasure. And I soon got my wish.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck yeah! FUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!!!”

He held my head with both hands as he released his cum into my mouth. His cum was actually somewhat sweet and not overly thick, almost like a milkshake that wasn’t cold. At least that’s what I thought at the time. It was such an incredible rush to be under my professor’s desk swallowing his load as he held my head tightly.

Once he released me, I continued to lick and suck his cock until it was clean and softening. Dr. Thompson continued to moan. I gave him a few strokes and kisses on the tip of his cock before climbing out from under the desk and standing up.

Dr. Thompson looked directly at my throbbing cock as I stood up. It was mere feet from his face in his sitting position. Without warning he lunged forward, engulfing my cock in his mouth and pushing me back so my ass rested on his desk.

I made a squealing sound out of surprise as his warm, wet mouth surrounded my cock. He wasted no time and started sucking and moaning, clearly eager to taste my cum.

It was like he never shut up, just like in his lectures. If he wasn’t jibber jabbering about drag nights and clubhouses, he was moaning and groaning around a dick.

Not that I was complaining!! It felt utterly amazing! Especially when he wrapped his index finger and thumb around my balls and slowly but firmly pulled and squeezed them.

I didn’t stand a chance against expert moves like that. His head twisted, his tongue swirled, his throat moaned, and his hand squeezed. This set me off into a toe curling orgasm where I launched a massive amount of cum into my professor’s mouth.

He didn’t miss a beat. He swallowed all of it, moaning through the entire thing. He slid his mouth off my cock with a pop then reached down and pulled my shorts up for me.

“Mmnnnn…..young cum is the best cum.”

I straightened myself up a little, tucked in my shirt, wiped the cum off my chin while Dr. Thompson fumbled around in his desk. He pulled something out and wrote on it before standing up and pulling up his pants.

He handed me a manilla envelope with my name on it.

“These are your letters of recommendation. If you have any problems, please don’t hesitate to contact me. Or stop by and we can…..discuss it. I’ll also reach out to my friend in HR and put in a good word about you first thing Monday morning.”

He gave me an evil grin and looked me right in the eyes while handing me the business card he had just been writing on.

“Here’s my card. On the back is my pager number. If you ever decide that you want to dress up like Lisa and make some money, page me. I know quite a few people that would pay some serious cash to play with you dressed up.”

This took me off guard a little. Making money dressed up? I smiled and thanked him for the letters and making the phone call on my behalf.

“No, no. Thank you… Lisa.”

As I walked out of the office, his secretary, Louise, a portly woman in her 60s, had obviously returned from lunch. She gave me a disapproving glare over her thick rimmed glasses.

I smiled as said, “have a nice weekend!” Her expression never changed.

I started my car and headed over to the post office to get the internship paperwork in the mail before the weekend.

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I knew there was a reason I kept looking at the clock.

Well, my sex-drunk curiosity had completely forgotten why I traveled to New York in the first place.

I flew up from bed naked with cum farting out of my abused, gaping-wide asshole to say, “Fuck – I have an interview at 11:30a!”

Ryan screamed laughing out loud with, “That is amazing – I fucked the smarts right out of you.”

I sprinted into the shower, scrubbed myself head-to-toe, brushed my teeth and dressed quickly in front of Ryan – all in record time.

As Ryan casually was texting on his phone in bed naked, I ordered him not to move and order food while I was away. I never once looked at Ryan’s eyes while talking to him – just staring at his beautiful limp cock as it so peacefully laid on Ryan’s thigh.

“I’ll be back ASAP – don’t you or that cock of yours move – wish me luck”, I said in frantic rush.

“Go get ’em tiger – you got this!” he yelled on my way out.

Thankfully the interview was close by, which I made it 5-minutes prior to the meeting. In addition, thankfully being in a rush gave me no time to be nervous for the interview, so I actually crushed the interview overall.

Calm and confident throughout the hour conversation, even as I could feel light drizzles of cum leak from my asshole into my underwear.

On my way back to the hotel, I stopped at a liquor store to buy some whiskey and snacks to celebrate with that wonderful cock, which I immediately went back to dreaming about.

I still couldn’t shake the notion of – how could that small of man be holding such a massive cock? My curiosity hit the lottery of massage therapists and boy was I ready for more as I skipped back to the hotel.

As I arrived back to the hotel room, Ryan was cleaned up in his underwear watching TV. There was food with a bottle of champagne on the table next to the bed.

He walked up to me with two filled glasses, “So? Did you charm them into a job?”

“I think I crushed it – I think.” I replied proudly with a huge smile.

“Of course you did – let’s celebrate!”

I dropped my stuff, we toasted our glasses and gulped our sips.

“So, how boring was it here without me?” I jokingly asked.

I looked down at Ryan with a sexy look and added, “And, how’s my crush doing down there? Tell me he missed me?”

“So boring!”, he stepped closer, took my hand and gently placed it on his full cock with, “As I’m sure you can feel – clearly he can’t stand being without his new toy”, Ryan smiled and whispered looking into my eyes.

“Oh god, there he is”, I confessed quietly into his mouth.

We stood there staring lightly whispering and kissing back and forth.

Ryan’s eyes popped open as if remembering something important to tell me.

As if discovering something, he stepped back and announced, “So I decided he needed some assistance. You are just too fucking hot and your ass is just too fucking tight for me. My worry is, he’ll keep cuming too fast and I won’t be able to give you the fucking you so badly want. Long story short – a friend of mine gave me some Viagra and claims it helps you last longer – so I took one while you were out.”

He stepped back to my face with an apologetic smile and kissed me before I could respond.

“Oh great – your monster cock is now on steroids?” I exhaled into his mouth.

“Well, we shall find out soon – I can kind of feel it in my eyes if that makes sense. Something definitely is firing in the veins”, he whispered back between kisses.

“Well considering that I can’t stop thinking about that thick piece of meat filling me up again – I’m officially hoping it helps keep him inside of me a few minutes longer.”

Ryan’s eyes became serious, pushes me down on the bed and looks down at me with, “Alright you fucking sex slut – come get him hard and ready.”

I lifted myself up, flipped around to prop up on my elbows, which now had me staring eye-to-eye with his crotch.

I emphatically pulled down his underwear, his cock was already half full of readiness. I further elevated up into a sitting position, slouched over and with both hands grabbed onto his full, warm cock.

To Ryan’s credit, his cock did actually feel even larger, if that was possible. The girth had widened and the veins bulged with more detail. Clearly the Viagra had opened up the circulation freeway and allowed more blood to my İstanbul Escort crush.

As I licked my way around, Ryan’s hands massaged my head and hair. My hands continued to explore different ways to hold his cock. My mouth would unload saliva and my hands would swirl around the shaft while I firmly sucked on his leaking head.

My eyes would swap between his glistening cock to his happy eyes.

Now familiar with his taste, my mouth forcefully pulled streams of stringy pre-cum from his tiny hole as my hands caressed and stroked his shaft.

After my pace had increased, Ryan had had enough and pushed me onto my back onto the bed and turned away. He went into his backpack to get a condom, but also brought a tiny see-through bottle.

I watched him intently as he again bit open the condom package to open it. He tossed the bottle onto the bed as he parachuted the condom over his beast.

He dropped one knee onto the bed, grabbed the oil and looked at me directly, as if to tell me to open up my legs, which I immediately obeyed.

He dumped a good amount of oil into his other hand and went to work on my ass.

I spread my legs as far wide and up as I could. I lifted up my balls and cock to give Ryan the runway to open me back up for him to take me.

Ryan surgically maneuvered the oil around with his hands and fingers to begin sliding in and out of my hungry ass.

His hunger even had him diving in with his tongue, which sent me flying back with my hands pulling my hair.

Ryan was such a magician down there, he not only made my head spin with my cock oozing all over, but he also steadily opened me up where he was sliding 3 fingers in and out of me with ease.

I believe my patience held longer this time knowing the pain and discomfort I felt last time. Finally, upon Ryan’s timing, he squirted more oil onto the tip of his wrapped cock and distributed up, down and around his cock.

For the first time, I gulped with a little nervousness as his cock now was pointing nearly straight up from the sex steroid.

My body situated and adjusted to find the right angle for Ryan to first penetrate my now ready ass.

My arms lifted up my legs with, “Oh god yes – get inside me.”

My voice had a new, nervous tone to it. Even though my request was ambitious and hungry, I knew inside I was officially scared.

His knees planted themselves, one hand lifted my balls and his other took his stiff cock and pointed down against my oily hole. He was so rock hard that he literally had to hold it in the position where my ass was otherwise it would spring higher.

He forcefully pushed his cock down, took the tip and wedged it inside the entrance of my open hole. He shifted his position, which immediately sent his cock further inside me.

To my pleasure, there was no pain whatsoever as he slid further inside me, which had me loudly inhale.

As he shuffled forward, all the oil helped Ryan dive deeper into my body without any meaningful pain or harsh discomfort like last time.

My head titled back, eyes closed and my body finally exhaled to loudly moan, “Oh fucking fuck.”

With my hands now on his body to keep him from going too far and fast, I opened my eyes to see Ryan’s face and eyes in a deep focus. I could tell he was stressing now that his cock was feeling the wrath of my tight little asshole.

My hands soon let go figuring out Ryan wasn’t going to go break me with one deep thrust. He kept a serious steady approach for minutes to slowly inch his way further into my body.

One hand now in my hair and the other decided to feel how far he had penetrated my body, which wasn’t too far inside.

My hunger inflamed as my hand went to his ass to accelerate the process and pull him inside. Ryan’s hand went onto my chest and began to fuck me with tiny shifts. Even though he wasn’t deep inside, this still hit the pleasure notes and felt amazing.

I uncontrollably grunted with, “God damn this feels good.”

Ryan’s pace picked up and was fucking me now with these small strokes. Both of us were drenched in sweat as this went on for minutes.

I dared him a bit as I pulled him in further and thankfully it appeared the drug did help in keeping it together.

“Come on – fill me up.”

As sweat was pouring over his eyes, he swiped it away and pulled out of me.

My sex talk Kadıköy Escort triggered his own sex animal and he was on a mission to accommodate my request.

His sweaty hands grabbed my legs and flipped me onto my stomach. He then grabbed my hips to prop me up on my knees.

His height wasn’t quite aligned with me on my knees, so he firmly pushed my ass and hips downward to lower my asshole, which also pointed my ass outward.

This was definitely an awkward, and really, a vulnerable position for him to destruct my asshole.

My nerves spiked again knowing he could really destroy me if he unleashed his full cock inside me at this angle.

My arms had collapsed which forced my elbows to tent my body. I turned my head sideways to see him putting more oil into his hands in my peripheral view.

I felt him drench my asshole and crack with oil while he also gave my ass a little feisty bite.

Ryan then did something I was not expecting – after the bite, he seemingly wound up and slapped my ass HARD.

I immediately cried, “Fuck that hurt.”

“Really, Mr. I’m not scared,” he said with a vengeful tone.

The jolt of pain converted into desire as I silently waited for him to take over my body.

I felt his cock forcefully enter my ass as his hands grabbed my hips to aligned our bodies.

I felt sharp pain from a dry patch of his shaft’s area with the condom.

“Whoa whoa whoa – hold on”, as I quickly shifted my weight onto one elbow, reached around to push his body, which pushed him slightly away and dropped my hand down onto his cock that was now inside my ass.

I pushed him out slightly, slid my hand up until I could feel the band on the condom, which I then ripped the condom off with, “Get this shit off – I want to feel you.”

My possessed state wanted to feel every inch of this undertaking.

Without any dispute from Ryan, I tossed the condom to the side while Ryan grabbed the oil to lather up his cock.

My irresponsible hunger paid immediate returns as his re-entrance slid back inside fairly smooth. There definitely was pain and discomfort, but the pleasure and lust had officially taken over.

Within seconds he was plummeting further into my body with small strokes. A few minutes later, Ryan was holding my hips and giving me a rhythmic fucking with continued small strokes.

I was back on my elbows moaning out, “Oh yes here we fucking go.”

With my head draped down, I opened my eyes to see my package swinging as he fucked me with quick, rapid humps. My cock was leaking long stringy pre-cum as he remained flaccid.

I wanted to feel more of that thick cock so I decided to nudge my ass against his thrusts to deepen his position.

“God damn Morgan – your ass just kills me.”

As I really felt his cock fill the walls of my ass, my eyes closed with pleasure and panted, “Your cock is just taking me over.”

Another firm slap on my ass as his pace picked up.

His hands firmly held my hips to keep me from pushing further. I tested his strength and this time purposely fought his grip and pushed with strength against his body.

“Alright you fucking animal – you want this huh – let’s see how long we can go here.”

He met my push and went all the way inside. The split second he hit my max capacity, I saw my cock dump out a spurt of cum. His cock clearly hit that sweet spot as my head began to spin.

My eyes closed and I uncontrollably let out, “Oh fuck I’m cumming.”

Long streams of cum deposited all over the bed as I continued with, “Holy shit keep going – please don’t stop – it’s so fucking good.”

Ryan kept it all the way inside, but his hips continued to grind fuck me, which felt unreal.

He kept hitting the spot that made me cum as I was loudly moaning, “Ooooooh my god yes!”

His humps firmly picked up pace and soon was fucking me deep with real meaning. My body was pouring sweat, now half-hard cock was continue to swing with streams of cum, while Ryan’s body was slapping my body with a deep clapping sound.

As the slaps continued, a new sound had surfaced, which was a wet, slurping sound. I looked closer and I saw cum falling from my balls.

“Oh my god are you cuming?”

Ryan panted with, “Sorry – I couldn’t control it when you started cuming. Your ass was clinching and I just couldn’t take it any longer.”

I panted Ataşehir Escort back, “Don’t be sorry – you’re still rock hard inside me – you feel so fucking good my god.”

Another loud slap on my ass and off he went. Ryan’s grip on my hips lifted my body up a bit and he really laid into me. He began fucking me with deeper shorter strokes. Those strokes continued and slightly lengthened, but his power kept steady.

After minutes of his cock pulverizing my body, Ryan pushed me off where I collapsed in exhaustion on the bed. My body was panting while on my stomach drenched in sweat.

Ryan lightly slapped my ass with, “Want some water?”

I flipped onto my back and reached up while breathing hard.

Ryan bent over wiped my face of sweat and kissed me with a mouth full of water. I drank the water, sat up, took the bottle and guzzled down the remainder of the water.

I smiled and looked at his sweaty body up and down with, “I’m proud of you sir – I so wanted that”

“I’m not done with you – I have something in mind for you.”

“Oh god – what?”

He walked around the bed with my head now staring at his bobbing half-hard cock.

“Suck on that you cock-crazed animal.”

I moved into position, closed my eyes and without one word opened my mouth and sucked on his cock head.

I could immediately taste the sex, which I immediately spit out onto the floor. I continued to suck and spit as he stared down at me enjoying his dominance.

As his cock re-inflated, I released it and firmly grabbed onto it to pull him and his body back onto the bed.

As Ryan flopped onto his back, I swung my legs over his body to straddle him.

My other hand gather a wad of spit to splatter all over my wide open hole, as I reached around and wedged his slippery cock back into me with ease. My cock dribbled all over his chest, as his thick cock filled my intestines from this angle.

It took some twists and turns to find the right position, but within a few minutes Ryan was all the way inside. And once I found a comforting seam, I began to grind on his pelvic bone with his cock fully occupying my body.

My head fell back as it was a completely new, erotic feeling to be riding him with me in control.

The power and angle of this position finally woke up my cock from vacation as I looked down to see him hard staring at the ceiling.

I started to slide back and forth on his cock, which had my cock now slapping my belly button with a light slapping sound.

“Oh wow look at him”, Ryan said with pleasure as he grabbed onto him.

I watched Ryan’s face sweat with pleasure and I fucked him with a combination of firm glides, grinds and an occasional up and down.

I wanted to make him cum again solely with the power of my movements.

Minutes of increased intensity while Ryan was stroking my cock, I quickly unleashed a nice stream of cum onto Ryan’s chest and neck area.

The feeling was out of this world as I was passionately fucking his massive cock with deep grinds as I came all over.

I’m not sure there’s a better feeling than cuming while something is in your ass.

The ass clinching again got the best of Ryan as he violently pushed me off of him to quickly flip the positions and straddle my body.

“This is what I wanted”, he huffed.

His body weight shifted up to my chest as Ryan shot a stream of cum directly onto my face. He slid further to where he was almost on my neck at this point.

He lifted up and pointed his purple, wet cock directly at my face where I mistakenly looked directly into the angry firing gun and was hit center in the eye with a shot of cum.

My other eye could still see him squatting above my face as he continued to plaster every inch of my face with his seed.

After 3 more streams to the face, hair and mouth, Ryan collapsed onto the bed with his legs on top of my chest.

We laid there with both of us panting and moaning from our marathon of sex.

It became official – I definitely got the fucking I so badly wanted.

My body was out of breathe completely out of gas.

Ryan held up to his end of the bargain – he fucked me beyond what I had ever imagined.

My curiosity had to feel the destruction as I reached down to feel my abused hole.

It was as if I had a new body part, I was so open I could have easily slid my hand inside.

I exhaled loudly and smiled proudly as my inner animal and curiosity had been fed what he wanted.

“Wow wow wow”, Ryan yelled while breathing hard on his way to the bathroom.

Even with a face glazed with semen, my defeated body threw in the towel and I passed out cold.

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The Perfect Candidate – Chapter 1 – The Selection

A young man dressed in nothing but a tight black leather jockstrap and matching collar carries a tray with a tall glass of sparking water down a private corridor. He’s a white slender man, about 32 in age, with blonde hair, green eyes, and a tight bubble butt. He opens a tall wood door and enters a expansive home office adorned with rows of bookshelves, antiques, red leather furniture, and expensive rugs.

At the end of the room is a vintage oak executive desk, tall office chair, and a roaring fireplace against the back wall. Seated in the chair is a man – face hidden by the shadows of the flames. The server silently approaches the desk, delicately placing the tall glass on a marble coaster, and then kneels facing the man in the chair. The man is occupied – eye’s affixed on the screen in front of him. After a moment, he reaches out and pets the server’s scalp.

“Good Boy. You’re serving your Master well, come and retrieve your reward”.

The server excitedly chimes “Thank You, Sir” and promptly crawls under the desk and begins unzipping the seated man’s pants. The Master moves his hand under the desk where it pops up clenched with a fistful of blonde hair. The Master’s eyes never leave the giant screen.

A slurping sound intensifies, the Master begins to groan and cooing to the server under the desk while he navigates the interface.

As he climaxes, he holds the server’s head against his crotch and delivers his load down a willing throat.

Once the Master is finished, he lets the server out and then leans forward, clasping both hands menacingly with his elbows on the desk. On the screen, there is an employee’s head shot. It’s a man a few years younger than the server – more muscular and has bright blue eyes. The Master stared deeply at the picture. Next to the photo was detailed data about the employee – quarterly reviews, income statements, address, browsing history on company devices, and much more.

The server crawls from under the desk and rests on his knees next to the Master’s chair. He wipes his mouth, licking extra liquids off his fingers, and thanks the Master. Something on the screen catches the server’s eyes.

“He’s a cutie. Is he up for consideration?”

“Yes, I will be commencing recruitment later today.”

“How fun, Sir” I think he’d be perfect!”

“Yes boy, he will make a suitable candidate” the Master says while staring at the employee. “He could be The Perfect Candidate… You are dismissed”

“As you wish, Sir” The server picks up his tray, and leaves the room with his ass swaying.

—

Scott came into work like any other weekday. He was a 28 year old white collar guy Bostancı Escort in the Sales department. He was smarter than he let on but he didn’t enjoy confrontation. He had recently broken up with his girlfriend and was back on the market. His life felt like it was stuck in place – dead end job, no relationship, has been in the same starter apartment since he graduated. He was frustrated and ready for a change.

Something plagued the back of Scott’s mind – a distant memory from years back. Scott had vivid dreams when he was young but he had a dream in particular that became a recurring vision. He was in a large chamber, dressed only in tight thick black briefs and he’s suspended up above a large audience. He’s dangling, helpless, wiggling while everyone else is pointing, laughing and cheering. They enjoy his humiliation. And Scott deeply enjoys their pleasure. He look ups and sees a dark figure standing on a platform at the highest point in the room. The figure looks down at Scott approvingly…

—

The day started like any other weekday. Scott had filled up his coffee cup and opened his laptop to check the news and my emails.

However, on this particular day, Scott found a surprising email subject line from an even stranger email address. He read it twice to make sure.

Subject: Are You Ready for True Fulfillment, Boy?

Sent from [email protected].

Scott thought it was certainly a strange subject line but it didn’t seem maliciously intended. Curiosity got the better of him and he opened the email.

“Hello Boy,

For your entire life you’ve felt lost. I am the secret – I will show you the way to truly discovering yourself, unlocking your potential, and helping you achieve bliss in life. All you need to do is click this link”.

What’s the worst that could happen Scott thought. So he clicked the link.

Clicking the link opens a window on my screen with nothing but a strange symbol – it looked similar to the yin-yang symbol but was divided into thirds each with black teardrops with white dots. It was placed on the center of a black page. He clicked the symbol a few times and to his disappointment, nothing happened.

Odd, he thought to himself, this is either a joke or some kind of a spam message, so he closed the email, and continued checking his inbox.

Seconds pass and he receives another email from the same email address.

Subject: Follow the White Rabbit

Sent: [email protected]

Scott clicked to open the email and was met with another strange email. It opened with a black background, white text, and a single graphic – a stylized drawing image of a white rabbit wearing a mask. It had holes Ümraniye Escort for the ears, eyes, nose but there was some kind with a red ball in it’s mouth. The bunny appeared to also have a symbol marked into them – the same symbol as the one from the first email. Below the bunny read the following text.

“Click the Rabbit to Agree or leave this page and Never Return”.

Not knowing what was about to happen, he decided to click the link.

Immediately, the email opens a new internet browser window and starts to ring. After a single ring, a video call is started and a shadowy figure appears on screen. He’s lit up from the back by a fireplace so it’s a struggle to see any facial details. What Scott could see was a large intimidating executive office – this man was serious.

“Hello Boy” he said.

“Hi, I’m sorry this is weird, who are you?”

“Wrong question boy. You responded to my emails exactly the way I thought you would. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the white rabbit. I’m so glad you agreed to the terms”.

“Terms, what terms? I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Go back to the page with the white rabbit and code inspect the page.

Scott quickly switches over and takes a look at the code of the email.

In it’s code is a long hidden legal agreement – the likes of which he’s never seen. As he combs through the details, he realizes that he just legally authorized this shadowy man to remotely access his personal bank account, cell phone records, and medical record. He has everything! The documents are completed and appear to already have Scott’s signature. How could they have done that? He wasn’t a legal expert but it appeared he was in serious trouble.

Scott switches back to the video with a look of horror. The man on screen is chuckling like an evil genius.

“That’s right boy, I own you! You are now effectively my property. However, you have a path to freedom. I promise I’m going to help you realize who you truly are. You’ll discover the core being that you truly are… Normally when I tell people I’m going to make them be the best versions of themselves, people usually say ‘thank you Sir…'”

Scott look at the screen in disbelief and he felt time slow down.

There was no way this was actually happening, right?

Who can I even ask for help?

How can I afford a lawyer?

What is he going to do to me?

Why did he pick me?

Why do I deserve this?

His mind reeling, he looked back at the screen and asks him the only question he can form with his lips during this state of shock – “why me?

The man laughed again – “Boy, I know everything about my people. You’ve been someone I’ve Anadolu Yakası Escort been following for a while. You’re cute. You’re smart. I think you have potential to be special to me.”

“What do you mean, your people?”

“My people are the people who chose to work for me.”

Scott realizes that this man is most likely someone who has had complete access to his computer. His company was massive and there could be any number of higher ups that have this level of control.

The man must know that Scott spends most of his day not focused on work and should probably be next in line to being fired. This was probably the only chance Scott had to keep his job and apartment. He couldn’t move back in with his parents. He couldn’t fail again so he crumbled.

“I understand Sir”, Scott says with defeat.

“Good boy, I’ll send you instructions for our first in-person meeting”.

And with that. The call ends and the window on the computer screen disappears. Feelings of worry and shame swirl. Scott look outside the window and thought to myself “Well I’m fucked”. He had no idea.

Hours go. The work day ends. Scott leaves the office and walks to his gym club. On his way out he receives a text. “Hi Boy. Tomorrow you will meet me at the Library. Nonfiction section. Clean attire. Section.613. Good luck with your workout, boy.”

Scott thrust the phone back in his pocket and hurried his way to the gym.

Over the past few year, Scott had gotten serious about going to the gym. He was a competitive swimmer for years growing up but life got in the way. Over the past year, he had been going to the gym multiple times a week and started focusing on a protein heavy diet.

In the past couple of months, it’s paid off in a broader chest, defined shoulders, bigger arms, tight core, and most importantly a round firm protruding butt. It was hard for him not to flex in the mirror every time he walked by with his shirt off. He loved feeling like a Greek God.

It was a routine that he loved. He enjoyed the process of breaking his own body to sculpt it into the form wanted desired. He also loved checking out the gym girls. After a successful chest & bicep day, he showered, ate, watched some TV, and went to sleep.

That night, Scott was plagued by his recurring dream. This time, the scene was slightly different. When he looked up at the man at the top of the chamber, it was lit up by tall flames. And for the first time the man spoke to Scott.

In a booming voice that filled the chamber, the man proclaimed “This is my boy. He is under my protection and is solely my property. Look upon him with envy as his sole purpose is to please my every wish.”

Every word hit Scott with a wave of pleasure. He had never felt this good before.

When Scott woke up the following morning with a full recollection of the dream, he was left feeling conflicted. “That was weird. Must’ve been something I ate”. With that, he rolled out of bed and got ready for work.

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All parties involved are over 18 years of age, all acts described are between adults.

“Wait what? Why do I have to do your laundry now? I get the blanket, but all of it? I didn’t agree to that.”

My setup with Sir had been going on for a few weeks now, without any major breaks.

“Cuz you’re the one getting good dick, makes sense for you to pay for it.”

Couple times a week. Which was nice, honestly.

“But you’re getting off too, more often than I am…”

Half of which were now at Sir’s request.

“But you really think mine are as good as yours? I’m not the one having sissygasms, because I’m not a sissy. And I’m not the one making a mess.”

I blushed.

“Okay…but…”

“And I know I’m not making a mess because everytime I cum you take it.”

I got even redder.

“Plus I go to classes and workout and play for the school. I have less time, I want this done, and you have time, you get what you want, and I can find someone else who will happily do it.”

“No, I mean I can…”

“And you’re a sissy. Don’t you enjoy doing laundry?”

“Well, I don’t really…”

“That settles it. It’s all in that hamper. Fold it, too. Like the blanket.”

“Sigh, right, Sir.”

It wasn’t that much of an ask, I guessed. I already had been doing the blanket with my laundry for a bit. I used to think people would notice how odd it was that I was on the wrong floor, or constantly doing laundry, but mainly people kept to themselves. They were so caught up in their own college experience that they couldn’t see the small things.

While doing the load, I was on my phone, waiting to finish the laundry. Since I had been seeing Sir, I hadn’t been checking to see if I had anymore responses to my ad, and since it was over a couple months old, I didn’t figure there would be any. But, to my surprise, I got a notification. I had been ignoring most of them since I had been seeing Sir, but getting one so late I was curious.

“Hey, sissy.

I will be in your town in about a week. I’ll be at a hotel, and definitely will need some entertainment that night. You should come on by. I know what it’s like being a student, and I can make it worth your while.”

I felt similar to the way I did when I read Sir’s message, but was conflicted. I mean, for Maltepe Escort sure it was different, this was an older man, and at a hotel no less, sounded kinda sketchy. But it’s a one-and-done, I guessed, since he was traveling. The sissy comment, I didn’t know if I just hated that, or it was a good sign, only the men who used the term seemed to be able to give me what I wanted. Then, did I even want to? I didn’t really like the setup I had with Sir, he was a pain, but he was reliable. And lastly, what did he mean worth my while? I figure he means he can deliver on a sissygasm, but was that it? He mentioned being a college student… so was he willing to pay? I didn’t need money, my expenses were taken care of, but spending money would be great.

What’s the harm in responding? I don’t have to go.

“What brings you to town, sir? What did you have in mind?”

I sent a response. As soon as I did, my laundry finished. I probably made an audible gasp when it went off, I had been so deep in thought. Thankfully I was alone.

As I went upstairs, I thought more about what I did.

What the hell is wrong with you? You didn’t want to do this in the first place! You like girls, and the only reason you are doing this is because you just like getting your g-spot touched by a pro! You have someone who can do that and who is in the same building! Now you’re thinking about meeting a stranger in a hotel? For what? Did you call him Sir???

It seemed to be happening so fast, when in reality it wasn’t. Time with Sir had been over the course of months, and I hadn’t gotten a response from this traveler. I just wasn’t really sure who I was at this point. I was getting what I wanted, yes, the sissygasms were amazing, and I still couldn’t replicate them on my own, but what about all the other parts that came with it? I was at the beck-and-call of a guy. I did chores for him. I actually sucked his cock. And, to him I was just a “sissy”. I called him “Sir” for God’s sake. But I kept coming back. What was going on? I was straight. Or, I mean was I? It was the 2020s… if I wasn’t I guess that’s not the end of the world, but calling him Sir? Being such a bitch? Did I really like what he was doing or did I just put up with it for the sex? Or…did I know how to get out? Confusing enough Anadolu Yakası Escort to feel like it was happening at the speed of light, when really nothing was happening at the moment. Until I got a response.

“Nice to hear from you, dear. I have business in town. Don’t worry, nothing to do with your school. I know your ad was all about discretion, and I respect it. Although you can’t be the most discreet when you name drop the school, lol. I was thinking you could come over, we can have some fun, and you could leave with more than you came over with? How about that?”

I blushed. Did that a lot back then.

Dear?

I had mentioned where I was studying so I could be clear on location, but in hindsight it was a little reckless…

What he was asking for wasn’t THAT different from what I already did…but still. And the thought of getting paid. Exciting? More for the money than the act. I never thought I would be in that position. It was all kinda gross…but I wasn’t sure. Did I really even want it?

“Thanks for the discretion, sir lol. I…uhhh havn’t done much like that before, a little, but not a lot…How much more would I leave with…?”

Still curious, nothing committed.

“It’s alright, dear. Since you haven’t done much like it before, I promise it’ll be grand ol’ time. That work?”

A grand???

At that time, a grand was more money than I had ever had at a time. Even today I don’t have that on hand. As I folded Sir’s laundry I kept messaging the traveler, seeing about more details and such, condoms, etc. He said this I felt everything was hashed out.

“You’ve done makeup before, right? I know you are inexperienced, so what are your sizes? I’ll have something for you to wear at the desk. You can put it on in my room before I get there, then we can have some fun, dear.”

I froze.

What the fuck? I do NOT do that. I am NOT a crossdresser! I am not some kind of tranny wtf!

I was speechless, I hadn’t even committed, Just seeing what it would look like. In reality, I didn’t say I wasn’t making plans either, I was more or less interested, just I was pretending with myself that it wasn’t real. But that? I couldn’t do that! But… a grand? In private? I didn’t know what to do. I put the phone down and thought.

No İstanbul Escort way. Absolutely no way.

I finished the last piece of laundry, and without thinking I texted Sir it was done. He said to come drop it off. I didn’t want to look him in the eyes knowing what I was up to, even though it’s not like I was in a relationship. I sighed, and picked it all up to go upstairs.

I went upstairs and knocked. Sir opened the door, clothed, which was a rarity.

“Come in, I’ll show you where it all goes, sissy.”

I sighed and put it all away, as directed.

“Good, now I have to be somewhere soon, but go ahead and get on your knees.”

“Sir…I uhhh…”

Sir was undoing his pants already.

“What?”

“I uhh had a question…there’s this…”

“There’s what?”

Sir had his hand on my shoulder and was pushing me down. I was kneeling now. Not the first time he did that, it took a few times for me to get used to sucking.

“Someone messaged me about my ad? They offered to pay me…it’s just a scam, right? You wouldn’t be comfortable with that, right?”

“They messaged you? Give me your phone.”

“Oh uhhh…”

“Open it up, show me your messages, now.”

I wasn’t expecting that reaction. I quickly got my phone out and opened it to the messages. I held it up, but Sir just took it and started reading. I was so nervous, I just stayed there, on my knees.

“Suck, bitch.” He said without looking away from my phone.

I was flustered but I started sucking the cock in front of me.

“Hmm…He’s traveling in?”

His other hand was behind my head, forcing me to take him into my throat.

“Wow, sissy. He really does want to pay you., doesn’t he?”

Sir was making me gag, something I said was difficult for me, but he wasn’t concerned.

“At the hotel…he’ll have something for you to wear! Won’t you look purdy…”

He kept speaking like he had questions…I’m guessing he didn’t expect me to answer.

“And you were thinking you were gonna go, bitch?”

I kept sucking Sir’s cock. I figured that was the best thing to do.

“Hmm..You should go, sissy.”

My eyes lit up.

“Yeah, you’re gonna go, sissy. He’ll wear a condom, for sure, and you’re gonna give me some of the cash, got it?”

I choked up a bit, but Sir kept moving my head for me.

“Yeah, that works. Sissy will go, get fucked, and give me some of the profit. I mean if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have even responded in the first place, I bet.”

Sir came in my throat, and I struggled, but swallowed.

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This is my first submission to Literotica and is based upon my first experience involving both exhibitionism and male to male sex. It would be fair to say it had a huge impact on my understanding of myself and my sexuality. All names and locations have been changed to maintain anonymity. I hope you find it as enjoyable reading as I did experiencing it.

Times were hard when I first left 6th form at the age of 18. Having studied for my A levels I had high hopes of finding a decent job. This was 40 years ago though and the UK was suffering with high levels of unemployment. Still, I had the optimism of youth on my side.

My name is David. Most people called me Dave. I had a few friends and a good social life, even though money was tight. I lived at home my mum. My parents had split a few years before and I was the youngest of 3 children. Both my older brother and sister had left home and I was very aware of how hard my mother worked to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table.

I wanted to be able to contribute and ease the burden but the reality was that finding work was a lot harder than I had expected. It seemed that every application I filled in for work didn’t even result in an interview.

Lewis, my best friend at the time, was working full time in a small family run grocers come supermarket and threw me a lifeline when he told me the owners were looking for someone to work as an assistant. Just filling shelves, serving customers and the like. It was only part time work but if I was interested he said he would put my name forward. Any work was good work as far as I was concerned, so told him to go ahead.

Two days later on Thursday evening, I was at the supermarket to meet and be interviewed by Phillip, the owner. He was a nice enough guy in his late 40s at a guess. He was slightly shorter than me. I was 6’1″ tall with an athletic build, although I always considered myself a little on the skinny side. He stood around 5’9″ or so and had a bit of middle aged spread. I’d seen him many times before when I’d been in to see Lewis or to buy cigarettes or snacks.

As usual he was dressed in shirt and tie tucked into trousers held up with a thick brown leather belt. His brown shoes were always polished. His dark hair was styled in a combover in a poor attempt to hide his oncoming baldness. He wore thick, dark rimmed glasses with thick lenses. All in all, he was a very average looking man.

He took me upstairs to his “office”. Basically a desk in the corner of the living room of the flat above the Kartal Escort shop that he lived in with his wife.

The interview, if that’s what it could be called, was basically him describing the work and the hours he needed me for. Thursday and Friday evenings between 5pm and 9pm and all day on Saturday from 8am to 8pm. He explained that whilst they closed at 8pm on Thursday and Friday and 7pm on Saturday, the additional hour afterwards was to fill the shelves and clean the the floors.

Mostly my job would be manning the till serving customers and general duties, as he called it. It wasn’t highly paid but when he asked me if I wanted the job I readily accepted. There wasn’t a uniform as such, but he expected me to dress in trousers and shirt. Preferably black trousers and white shirt. I explained that wasn’t and issue and with that he told me to be there the following day ready to start my shift at 5pm.

Obviously, delighted that I had at least got a job, I told Lewis on the way out who told me that Phillip would expect me to be there just before the start of my shift. I made a mental note to be there at least 10 minutes early. Then went home to share the good news with my mother.

Everything went as expected. I worked hard and was always willing when asked to do something. The only concerns I had were based around Phillips wife, Tracey.

She was younger than him, probably in her mid to late 30s. She had bleached blond hair and was best described as large in build. She was short at around 5’3″ tall but she was a big lady.

The issue with her was her personality. She was horrible to be frank. Foul mouthed and rude. She spoke to Lewis and myself like we were dirt. If she was in a bad mood (which was often) we did our best to keep out of her way. The fact is she frightened me, so I just kept my head down and did whatever she told me to do.

Over the next couple of months I noticed she and Philip were arguing more and more. The shouting from the flat upstairs became normal. Lewis told me I was lucky because I only worked part time and didn’t have to listen to it as much as him.

Another couple of weeks went by and I arrived at work on Thursday and Lewis told me Tracey had left. I won’t lie, it was music to my ears. I did feel kind of sorry for Phillip however and he did take me up to the “office” to explain that Tracey and he had split up. He didn’t seem overly upset, so I assumed it had been on the cards for a while.

After that, life in the shop was far more enjoyable. Tuzla Escort Phillip was like a different man and he took time chatting to me and just being a nice. He no longer had the worries of Tracey to deal with and it showed.

Another couple of weeks went by. I was alone in the shop one Friday evening and to this day I don’t know why I did it, but I stole a packet of cigarettes. It was the only time I did it but when the I closed the shop and locked the doors, Phillip came down and asked me to follow him upstairs to the “office”.

As I followed him through the shop and up the stairs I prayed he hadn’t seen me pocketing the pack of cigarettes. He wasted no time when we were upstairs next to his desk, telling me to empty my pockets. When I placed the unopened pack of cigarettes on his desk he asked me if I’d paid for them.

For a brief moment I thought about lying, but decided to come clean. He thanked me for being honest with him because he’d seen me stealing them. Then he told me he’d have to call the police and sack me.

My heart sank and fear set in. How could I have been so stupid I thought to myself. I pleaded with him not to do that. I explained that I’d never stolen before and that it would never happen again. I needed the money from the job. My mother would be so disappointed. I even offered to work extra shifts with no pay.

He explained that until then he had always been happy with my work and that he believed me when I said it was the first time I’d stolen anything, but he couldn’t just let me get away with it.

So he gave me a choice. The police and the sack or punishment in the form of a spanking and his belt. When I looked at him there was no sign of anything other than upset and disappointment. Nothing sexual.

Of course I opted for the punishment. Once it was over he told me that we could forget about what I’d done and move on and with that told me to turn and face his desk. He moved behind me and ordered me to drop my trousers and underpants, then bend over and lay my head on the desktop and grip the far edge.

I hadn’t expected that and I hesitated until he repeated himself. With my heart pounding in my chest and face flushing I undid my trousers and pulled them down to my ankles, then my underpants and took up the position as he’d ordered.

I could feel that my cheeks had parted and from the rush of air, knew he could see my exposed anus. I felt utterly humiliated lying there, completely on show. My mind was racing, yet at the same time I Anadolu Yakası Escort felt so turned on.

As he was telling me that I would be getting 10 hand spanks followed by 10 strokes of his belt, one for each cigarette, all I could think about was how he could my anus. That I was willingly showing him. It was at that moment I realised how hard my cock was.

Not just hard, but bone hard. So hard my foreskin had already rolled back fully. So hard that I could feel it throbbing and with each pulse, the precum oozing out.

He was saying something else now but I didn’t hear the words. My head felt like it was going to explode. I could feel the blood rushing around inside, throbbing in unison with my twitching cock.

I felt his left hand rest on my lower back and hold me firmly in place.

The touch sent my cock into overdrive.

Then the first spank. It was hard. Very hard.

Then one to the opposite cheek, before striking another to the first and repeated until he’d delivered 5 stinging spanks to each cheek.

They hurt.

My cheeks felt hot and tingly but my cock felt like it was spewing out a constant stream of precum. I was sure there would be a puddle on the carpet beneath me.

His hand left my back and I could hear him unbuckling his belt.

I wondered if he knew how hard I was or how much precum had spilled from my cock, but those thoughts quickly disappeared when I felt the first stroke of his belt.

Right across both cheeks.

The force made me yelp out loud and lifted me off the desktop.

I vaguely remember hearing him telling me it was only what I deserved.

He took his time with each swipe and by the time he’d delivered the 5th my tears streamed onto the desk. Even so, my cock twitched and throbbed.

By the 8th hard stroke I was in heaven. It’s hard to describe the feeling because at the time I had no understanding of what was happening to me.

At that moment he could have given me 50 strokes of his belt and I would have been happy.

The pain had suddenly turned to pleasure and my whole being felt warm and cosy. I was so completely turned on that just one touch of my cock would have had me ejaculating uncontrollably.

Then it was over. He’d stopped and was telling me to stand up and get dressed. I lay there for a few moments basking in the afterglow of my punishment and exposure.

I could hear him refitting his belt as he told me again to stand up and get dressed.

I found myself wanting him to look at me, look at my cheeks, look at my anus. I found myself hoping he was turned on.

He helped me to stand up then and when I did he saw my erection.

There is more to this story that I’ll add if i get enough interest. I appreciate this is my first submission and might not be to everyones taste.

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“When you hit the ground that first morning, I thought you broke the damn thing,” said Josh Striker, physical therapist who happened to see me turn my ankle bad a month and a half ago. “I thought I was going to have to call an ambulance. CHEERS!”

The third Don Julio shot went down the hatch, our pre-set limit, after all we had to drive and and had a workout scheduled for the next morning. Josh had gotten me on my feet, he had worked me back to almost full strength to run the IMT half-marathon in Des Moines, Iowa in just over three weeks. Using an innovative push the limits of pain and healing therapy he had been developing, I was running faster than at the time of the injury.

“You know the old song, ‘tequila makes her clothes fall off’,” I asked playfully.

“Donnie, I most certainly do,” Josh said leaning in, his lips wet from the shot, almost needing mine to cover them.

“I resemble that remark,” I said with a smile, thinking to just an hour before when we were in the corner of a dark theatre, stroking each other off, guzzling our prize from each other’s laps.

Josh smiled and held his glass of beer up as if to toast that thought. I had revealed my wife was away for the next two nights and he took me up on the offer to go to dinner. His wife had been cheating on him and over the course of our training we’d played around, sucking each other off in cars and then the theater today.

“Do you see yourself as a ‘her’ ever Donnie?” Josh asked, sipping his drink, looking intently in my eyes.

“Meaning?” I asked, not sure in what context he was using the pronoun.

“No meaning, just a question,” he said and again stared at me, making me both nervous and turned on at the same time. My mind raced, do I tell him about my wearing panties stage or that I once played a woman in a local community theatre production?

“I have wondered, a lot, what it feels like to lay back,” I said almost slowly down on each word. “And having a cock slowly enter my body. Then having strong hips, legs and arms push into me again and again.

“Hmmm,” Josh’s response was simple, quiet, he took another swig, foam lingering on the low mustache under his lip. “You’ve only wondered?”

“Correct,” I said, liking the direction of questions, not wanting to parrot his question searching for the right follow up for him. “Do you picture me as having a lot of male suitors taking me out for tequila?”

He laughed, didn’t answer, took another chip and the fresh pico relish over his lips and onto the tongue that shared my spunk with me earlier. It was at this moment I decide I would at least invite him to my house when we were done, very direct, hopefully with a kiss and my hand on his package.

“My first was a college professor who had his sites on me as a freshman,” Josh said suddenly, letting me into his roots as a bisexual man for the first time. “I knew, but didn’t know I wanted it as he took an interest in my studies, especially when I slipped and got a “C” in one of his classes.”

“Interesting,” I said, not knowing how to respond, thinking I could joke and make the obvious professor changing grades for sex. “I don’t picture you as a “C” student.”

“Oh I was, and I owe it to Dr. Martin for taking that interest, regardless of the motives, and commanding I study with him in the afternoons,” Josh said, now his thoughts were distant, probably in the office, or at his professor’s home, submitting. I had no idea of knowing where this all was heading.

“It developed slowly, then all at once my senior year,” Josh continued, I pictured them getting close, doing things, wondered if Dr. Martin was married and it was like our situations. “During practicals the prior year he would linger and press, getting an idea of what my cock was like, and well, I sorta enjoyed and looked forward to his demonstrations of the techniques. Even working on the ankle area he would position his shoulder to rise into my crotch area.”

“Mmmm, that’s so erotic, the slow burn…” I said drifting off, looking at him as he smiled at my acknowledgement.

“I know, right!” He semi-exclaimed, finding joy in the insertions of myself into his story. “Anyway, I was taking my last class with him fall, my senior year and….”

“Josh,” I stopped him, I smiled and looked deep into his perfect face. “Would you be so kind as to join me at home and continue this delicious history lesson?”

It was a risk, my hardening cock in the restaurant wanted to be alone, my mind was both active and thinking of the next step after the next step. Josh seemed a little confused that I had interrupted his story.

“If you’d rather stay here we could…” I started, but this time he stopped me.

“That sounds like a delightfully fitting idea Donnie,” he said, pulling up his phone. “What’s your address?”

I smiled ear to ear and gave it to him, he entered it into my contact information and said meet you there in 25 minutes, got up and started a phone call.

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I Ataşehir Escort had picked up before we had met that last afternoon, just a thing I did usually when Mel was gone. I didn’t know if he would want more to drink and of what and I had beers chilled, a bottle of white in the fridge, a bottle of dry red available as well as tequila.

I downed a shot, knowing I wasn’t driving anywhere and I needed my nerves calmed. The door bell rang and I knew what I was going to do immediately. I moved into the entrance, walking past our wedding picture, our kids senior pictures, the artifacts of our marriage, opened the door.

Josh stepped in, smiling, with a six pack in his hand, and as he tried to say something I moved in swiftly for the kiss. I was totally into it, my mouth covering him, my tongue inserting as it had, my hands to his face. It was nice and when we broke I found out how insightful this delightful man was.

“You had that planned, didn’t you” Josh said seeing the kitchen and moving to put the beers away. He hand me one, took one for himself, and sat down. “I know a lot about forced dominance.”

He was in a nice polo and shorts, I had changed into just a brand t-shirt, similar shorts and had put on just a touch of cologne.

Josh opened his beer, sat on the couch just past the island, the open concept home we purchased two years ago great for hosting. I opened mine, having been knocked off balance a little by his seeing through me, I walked slowly and sat down at the other edge of the long couch.

“Dr. Martin was a lot like you, Donnie,” Josh said once we were both sitting. “He had it all planned out, the moment, the place, the situation and he set it up well.”

“Set what up well, Josh? Your first kiss, your first, well, your first?” I didn’t just want to go right out and say it, fumbling a bit, losing some of my steam.

He smiled, broad, proud of his perfect assessment and that he found similarities between me and his first, I assumed, male lover.

“He groomed me Donnie, but at the same time I believe I groomed him,” Josh said, still confusing me on what the story was about to become. “All of the above, Donnie, he was my first in everything cock on cock. Oh, I had played around with my roommate and friend a couple times, and had thoughts prior, but he had a script, he stuck to it and one September afternoon he set the scene perfectly.”

“Hmmm,” I just hummed, not sure I needed much of a response and was ready to just listen.

“Have you had a body fat test before, Donnie?” I nodded no, but knew what they entailed. “So, there are a variety of methods and the oldest in he book is what’s called a ‘skin-fold’ test.”

He went on to describe how the test was administrated by pinching areas of your body, pulling the skin out so he layers of fat under the dermas are folded on each other. A device measured those and all of the numbers were added up, compared to height, foot size, and other measurements and you would get your body fat percentage.

“It’s very subjective to the ability of the person doing the pinching and measuring,” Josh said. “Well, he had me meet him in his office, strip and put on a pair of shorts, and got busy pinching and measuring all over my body.”

“Sounds perfectly erotic,” I said, wanting to interject, feeling my erection grow. He sat up and even scooted a little towards me as he began the next part.

“Yeah, it was certainly that and he started on my extremities and moved his way closer to the center of my body,” Josh said. “He was literally facing my cock, his head inches away and it started to grow, much like right now as I think about that moment.”

“Jesus Christ, yes, my cock is screaming over here,” I piled on, scooting a bit closer myself.

“You know there’s that moment, where you want something and it usually, almost never happens,” Josh said sitting up straight, leaning towards me, his thoughts years in the past. “And there’s the time it happens, well this was….”

I leaned in, put my hand on his neck and kissed him long, hard and deep interrupting the the past with the present. This wasn’t planned, this wasn’t, “pseudo-dominance” or whatever he dismissed MY advances in this dance of flesh prior to this, getting him naked to suck his dick in MY car.

He reached out, hands on my torso, mine sliding to his shoulders, and we both pulled our selves to each other. He was smaller and more agile, his legs sliding over mine and the lighter man was now sitting in my lap, his arms under mine, hands now in my hair, my hard on pressing into his shorts through my shorts.

Lips on lips, crazy, impulsive, my hands sliding, to the top of his shorts, my hips grinding upwards as he slid back and forth on my growing cock. He quickly got rid of his polo, tossing it aside while pulling back from my kiss smiling. His dark hairs showing off his tan, my hands ran up his torso over his chest and to his face pulling him in again, lips meeting.

Josh Acıbadem Escort reached down and tugged at my T-shirt, getting it over my head and my light skin and a little more bulge around the waist soon had his hands rubbing me frontwards as well. We spent several minutes just kissing and caressing each other until he hopped off me and stood up.

“Let’s stand naked together,” Josh said reaching for his shorts. My hands mimicked his as she slid his shorts and boxers off, cock springing out, the 8+ inches magnificently hard and projecting forward. He reached down and took the drop of precum off his tip and put it in his mouth, prompting me to do the same, coaxing one out first.

“Give me a tour of the house,” Josh said with a cute little giggle, knowing we’d be prancing around naked. I nodded and in the middle of the room described our kitchen, living area and what we did there.

“Let’s look at the basement,” I said, not avoiding the the narrow windows on either side of the front door, quickly hitting the stairs, cock swaying and drooping a little bit. “Kinda of a rec area with three downstairs bedrooms,” my hand again motioning to each.

“I like the rug there,” Josh said, the shaggier floor covering not a favorite of my wife, but I insisted as it tied the space together. He moved to it and lowered himself down, knee hitting the ground before rolling and laying on his back, cock sticking straight up.

A little confused, I slid the coffee table to the right making more room for me and whatever it was we were going to do there. His hands were folded over his stomach, looking up at me, I lowered to my knees and leant back onto my feet, my cock pointing straight out.

“Did you know Plato, in his earlier writings, connected homosexuality with democracy,” Josh said looking straight up again. “Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci the list is long, yet this still feels subversive, doesn’t it Donnie?”

“It just feels right some times, Josh,” I said, still sitting back, my hard on raging to his words, informing me, sharing his thoughts. “Once the seal of conventional conditioning was broken for me, it resides in my desires just as I have them for women.”

“Your college roommate broke your seal, right?” Josh asked and I nodded. “But orally only, you have not been taken otherwise, correct?”

Again I nodded and he rolled on his side, put his head in his hand, looking at my cock pointing outward, the precum now ready to drizzled down. Almost instinctively I swiveled my hips towards him and before it could let gravity steal my juice to the floor the head of my cock was on his lips smearing the clear fluid on them and then his tongue.

I lowered my head to his hips and we conjoined into a 69 position laying on our own sides, legs supporting us from rolling back, my hands finding his knees as my mouth covered his cock. I felt his top hand on my hip, his head pushed forward and began to let his lips slide down my shaft.

“Oh, Josh…” I moaned, his length before me, his hips slide towards me, he wanted my mouth. My top hand held him at the base of his shaft and I pushed forward. I let the head work me, my salvia building getting me ready.

He began to lick the length of me, base to tip from the under side, his hand hold me out, this something never done to me. I shivered, his hand now reaching around and moving between from behind, finger finding my arsehole, gently rubbing it and his mouth now covering me again.

I hadn’t 69ed my roommate, in fact he’d only taken my cock in his mouth twice in the three months I was giving myself freely. Josh now took my balls, and I just pushed forward, getting his cock deeper in my throat, moaning on the flesh I was letting my body take inside.

I positioned my hand underneath his hip and the top one above and pulled myself towards him, getting a bit of a rhythm going, soon I was getting most of his massive length inside. I tried to concentrate, but his mouth began the process of taking me in deeper as well, throwing me off a little.

I pulled him hard, pushed with all my strength and he was balls deep inside me. I held it there as long as I could, hoping he’d cum, and had to release after about 30 seconds. He was bobbing on my cock so easily and smoothly, his slips sliding down to the base and up, garnering just a little gag, unlike my uncomfortable task.

He pulled off me and slid back, his cock leaving my mouth, hands and then he was soon on his feet extending a hand down to me, helping me to my feet. We kissed and he reached down and held my cock, stroking it as our tongues met, lips pressed and my hands were on his chest.

“Continued the tour?” he said gesturing towards the upstairs, his naked body so easily against mine, my hands now up on his face, and again I simply nodded. I had given him the reins when he asked for a tour and now I was starting to understand true dominance versus my “faux dom” he so glibly coined earlier.

Josh broke away, freely peaking into the rooms downstairs, leaning up against the bar, his İstanbul Escort cock so beautiful, his body sleek and perfect. I pushed against him, my cock sliding up his thigh and we kissed again before he broke off and moved up the stairs.

He went back into the kitchen, the large island covering our lower half from he side windows, though our back yard, the ditch and across the way produce no real observers.

“We could fuck on this island,” Josh said smiling, possibly foreshadowing his next move. At this point I wanted him so badly, I didn’t care which way, but certainly inside me would be my first choice.

“Or against it,” I said, moving my elbows to it’s hard surface and jutting my butt outward, spreading my legs. Josh laughed, and moved to me swiftly, my body shivered when his hands ran up my back and to each side of my arse. He pushed his face to me and his tongue was soon on my hole. “Oh baby, oh Josh…”

Skilled would describe his preparation, tongue and lips working together to soften, relax and exhilarate me, penetrating just slightly. He would travel his tongue to my hanging balls and back up, then sucking on the rim, pulling it some before reinserting.

“Yes, Lover, Yes!” I exclaimed and waves of pleasure coursing through my neural pathways, his nose pressing in, hands now massaging my cock and balls. “Oh Josh, I want you so badly.”

He slid his hand up from my balls and Josh’s fingers fanned out over the crease and the middle finger moved forward and inside my arse. He quickly let the ring finger of his hand join and with that hand his began to fuck me, and his other slide under to my cock again.

“Jesus, Baby, Christ!” I exclaimed, his knuckles moving to just outside before pulling back and ramming me again and again. “Mmmmm, I’m yours, you are masterful.”

I felt him straighten, fingers still inside me moving an inch back and and inch inside again and again, then the length of his cock was resting on my right cheek and was soon pressing inside my crease against his fingers. He pulled them back and I felt his shaft covering my hole.

“Oh Love me Josh, Love me,” I whispered looking back, his eyes on mine now, his hips rotated and I could feel the velvet head press to my hole.

“Our souls are forever one,” he said pressing forward, his cock head popping inside my arse.

“My one and ONLY!” I said as the head entered me and then an inch or two before friction stopped Josh. He curled forward, his chest now on my back, his arms stretched out and let his cock just rest inside me. I looked forward and felt loved.

He was slow, he was gentle, he conditioned my virgin arse for his length and for the experience. Josh reached around and stroked me, wanting to share in giving of pleasure, though he was giving me plenty.

“Ohhhhh,” I breathed as he inched forward pulling back and pushing in deeper. “Ohhhhh, man! Ohhhhh, yes!”

He began his sequence of pulling back and pushing forward, gaining just fractions of fractions of inches, letting himself settle into my body, letting his chest rise and lay flat on me upon each forward thrust.

We were here, we were sharing in bringing the tapestry of fantasy to life in flesh, sensations, fluid and intertwining bodies.

“Joshhhh, Joshhhhh, Jossshhhhhh,” I exclaimed with a hiss on each thrust. I could hear his breathing intensify,, he now was just standing, holding my hips with both hands, guiding his cock deeper into my cavern. My cock stuck out under the island, it’s coolness replaced by my body heat.

He thrust forward, getting every last inch inside and I felt the pressure push into my hips and insides, he held his hips there, using his hands he crawled up my back with his fingers. His cock stayed deep, he laid on me again and began kissing my shoulders and back.

“Mmmm Donnie” Josh purred. “How do I feel inside you?”

“Heaven,” I said. “Pure heaven.”

“Yes, indeed,” Josh said, pushing and wiggling, his cock still buried deep. “You ready for a ride?”

“Take me there, Josh, I’m ready for you,” I said and felt him rise up. With no hesitation he pulled all the way back and slammed that amazing cock deep inside in one stroke. “OH GOD! OH JOSH!”

My arse sent vibrations of pleasure, his cock like a bow and it like the strings on a violin, he pulled back and ran his flesh through mine.

“JESUS! JOSH! OH! OH! OH! MY! GOD!” I exclaimed in pulsating rhythm my hands sliding around looking for something to hold onto, my head spinning to see he face the aggression there as he now fucked me. What was going through his mind? No words just grunts of passion and lush, driving him deep inside me on each thrust.

All at once he pushed forward, laid back onto of me and whispered, “Take me”. The warmth streamed forward and his hand moved around to my cock which almost instantly sent a load spraying the based of the island. I heard him chuckle into the skin of my back, his hand now massaging the drizzling spurts of white cum out of me.

“Oh yes, Lover, yes,” I said softly as he stayed on top of my torso, one fingers tracing circles while his cock lost pressure and began to recede. He pushed his hips back and slid it out, a sensation like none I’d felt, so soft with some suction. Josh pulled all the way out, rose up and stood.

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Ray found himself once again sitting in the parking lot of the gym he had been scoping out as another potential patrol area. There was never any real intent to catch anyone or put a stop to the cruising. Just to have hot, illicit encounters with the (usually married) men that sometimes caught the patrol cop’s eye. And due to rumors from several sources, this particular gym seemed like a great place to continue that trend. A place to continue his modus operandi of attracting these men, gaining their trust, and then utterly dominating them. That is, until Dylan.

It had taken all of Ray’s willpower not to go right back there the next day to see him again. Not just because of the hot shower sex, but also because something about the short interaction before had infatuated Ray. That man had brought out a side to Ray that he often kept hidden and he had done it effortlessly. After four long days, Ray went back. He tried to seem natural as he walked over to the side room where Dylan had emerged before their previous encounter. From the doorway, Ray saw Dylan – all six feet and three inches of him. This time, he was working out with a young black guy, even coaching him as they went along. Ray observed just long enough to be impressed, both with the coaching and with the heavily loaded barbell Dylan effortlessly snatched over his head.

A repeat of the previous shower shenanigans was out of the question. Instead, Ray turned his focus to a real, grueling workout that would continue until after the object of his infatuation had showered and exited the locker room. He conveniently positioned himself to be in full view of anyone who happened to be walking out. It was a view that would catch anyone’s eye: a six-foot-one formerly enlisted marine with the body of an amateur bodybuilder and whose bald head – once a source of insecurity – actually added to his appeal and made him seem more worldly than the average 34-year-old.

When Dylan reappeared, wearing khakis and a short-sleeved polo shirt with the gym’s name on it, the two men exchanged a wave and a knowing look. Ray took that as his chance to make a move and soon found himself being waved, genially, into the manager’s office as the big man sat behind his desk. The hulking figure had a presence that dominated the room even while sitting down. Ray plopped down onto the beat up looking black couch adjacent to the desk.

“So, you have any more shower fun lately?” Ray asked hoping that the answer would be no.

“Nope.”

Ray suppressed a smile. It faded after what Dylan said next.

“A friend of mine pointed out that having sex in the shower is probably a bad idea now that I work here. He’s a lot smarter than I was in my twenties.”

“You told your friend about me?”

“Well not specifically. He doesn’t know it was you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m more worried about the competition,” Ray said.

Dylan smiled. “You got nothin’ to worry about there.”

Ray had already thought about how this conversation might go. Had figured out the best ways to learn more without coming on too strong. Ray was not a very introspective person but he was aware that he could be a bit intense. In a short time, Ray was able to get a better picture of who this guy was. It was a picture that Ray liked. They had similar backgrounds – both had joined the marines shortly after high school – and both were single. But that was where things got complicated. Dylan had started the conversation guarded but after loosening up a bit Ray found out that Dylan was currently staying with a friend. A friend with benefits. Not a problem for sex but that was not all that Ray was looking for here. Sex was however, inevitable. The attraction between the two was undeniable.

When Dylan stood up from his desk, Ray felt his pulse quicken. His eyes drifted to the center of that powerful body and he sat up expectantly, as Dylan moved toward him. There was momentary disappointment when the confident stride continued to the office door, but it went away when Ray heard the click of the door lock.

“Can’t do anything in the showers, but no one can catch us here,” Dylan said, now standing directly in front of Ray. Without a word, Ray got on his knees.

Afterward, while Dylan was sated and appreciative, Ray decided to venture further.

“Seems like you had fun,” he said.

“Yeah man, this was a nice way to start the day.” Dylan had zipped up and sat back down at his desk.

“So, does that mean we could do something again? Maybe somewhere else, like a clean apartment with a comfortable bed?” Ray was fishing for a way to get this man to his place.

Dylan was not an open book. At least not to Ray. He gave very little away and it was hard to gauge what he was thinking. It was infuriating and alluring at the same time.

“Sure, we could do that,” Dylan finally said.

After exchanging numbers Ray exited with an uncharacteristically chipper mood.

********

The text came early one evening. There had been messages back and forth about when to meet up again İstanbul Escort for over a week but now, without preamble, Dylan made it clear that he wanted Ray tonight. He was more than willing to come to the apartment or anywhere else.

Ray told himself that he would be in control this time, at least of himself. But just in case, he decided to shower and prepare himself for anything. Stepping out of the bathroom, cleaned both inside and out, he thought about how to best present himself.

Eventually, he decided on a sleeveless t-shirt that opened far down each side and showed off not just his massive arms but also the sides of his pecs, lats, and obliques. For bottoms he pulled on a pair running shorts like the ones he wore in the Marines that left very little to the imagination. The muscular mounds of his bodybuilder ass filled out the back and stretched the fabric across his thighs and groin where there was an unmistakable bulge. No socks, no underwear.

Ray’s heart started to pound as he heard the sound of someone coming up the steps outside of his apartment. A knock on the door came just seconds later. Forcing himself to be calm Ray walked over to the door.

When he opened it he wasn’t sure how to start or what to say but he then realized that that didn’t matter. Dylan stepped in without waiting for an invite, forcing Ray to take a step back. He pushed the door closed behind him and without a word grabbed Ray by the front of his shirt, bunching it in his left hand and exposing most of Ray’s chest and both of his nipples. Ray was pulled into a kiss that immediately disarmed him. He didn’t want to give in so easily but quickly forgot why. As the two kissed Ray moaned into the hungry mouth consuming his and pushed himself into the large body that so perfectly matched his own.

Rough hands travelled all over Ray’s body until the made their way to his ass and gave it a squeeze. Ray could feel Dylan’s erection poking through his sweatpants and pressing up against his own. He could have gone on like this for hours but Dylan had not come there for kisses. A large, strong hand suddenly gripped Ray’s throat.

“Get on your knees,” Dylan said, before shoving his tongue back into Ray’s mouth and giving him a downward shove.

Ray dropped with a sense of urgency that he had not felt since boot camp, reaching for the drawstring of Dylan’s sweatpants before both of his knees even hit the floor. With one hand sliding down the pants and the other tugging them downward, Dylan’s cock sprang free in moments, already hard and almost lunging towards Ray’s face. He took a deep breath and a second to gather himself. Suddenly there was a large hand on the side of his face. He looked up found intense eyes staring into his own.

“Open up,” came in a deep voice that was calm, measured, and authoritative.

With that Dylan spat into Ray’s open mouth and the shoved his cock in, gliding over the tongue and reaching the back of his throat in no time. Ray was not prepared for this. Nor was he prepared when the figure towering above him pulled out of his mouth completely and shoved it in a again.

Strong, unyielding hands gripped Ray’s bald head and pulled it back and forth as if using a sex toy. Ray gagged and choked, making noises that for a moment he couldn’t believe were coming from his own mouth. Then, he regained a since of control. Instead of letting the cock poke and prod the back of his throat, he grabbed the bucking hips in front of him, made direct eye contact and took the entire length of it down his throat. As his lips rested at the base of Dylan’s long cock, the cop paused, maintaining eye contact, before he pulled back and took in the entire length in one fell swoop. The big man shuddered. Ray felt pleased with himself, and picked up the pace. Now Ray was in control as much as he could be. His head bobbed and swerved as he sucked up and down the length of the long, throbbing cock. After several moments Ray felt himself be pulled upward. He resisted. The feeling of having such a large manly marine towering over him pushed him to a place that he seldom went. He wanted to keep sucking and servicing Dylan for as long as he could. His cock was so hard it was throbbing against his shorts.

A second, more insistent pull brought him to his bare feet. Where before his hungry mouth had been filled with hard cock, it was now again invaded by Dylan’s tongue. These men’s hungry mouths enveloped each other and Ray relished giving a man a taste of his own cock. He mindlessly lifted his arms as Dylan yanked his shirt over his head and went to put his tongue back into to Dylan’s mouth but before he could his short running shorts were being pulled down roughly to his ankles. Ray stepped out of them without a thought and in a few short tugs found himself completely naked. More ravenous kissing ensued and soon Ray couldn’t wait any longer. He got back down on his knees but this time Dylan joined him, still forcefully tonguing him. He felt the weight of his lover pushing him backwards and suddenly Dylan was on top Escort Bayan of him.

“Spread your legs,” Dylan commanded. In a flash the man between Ray’s legs licked his fingertips and administered a wet, open-handed slap to his asshole.

“Ahh!” Ray jumped, shocked, his cock twitching. He spread his legs instinctively and gasped, “Do it again.”

Ray got what he wanted and next felt welt fingertips swirling around this tight hole. He knew that at any moment one the fingers would venture into him. The expectation drove him crazy.

“Fuck me,” he said.

“We’ll get to that,” Dylan said matter-of-factly. “Just lay back.”

With that he placed his hands on the back of Ray’s thighs, feeling the massive hamstrings, and pushed the legs up. Now on his back, Ray felt the air hit his asshole and looked down to see that head of red-brown hair lowering further down. It started with a wet kiss on his taint and soon Ray could feel those lips and tongue kissing and licking their way toward the opening. When he finally felt the tip of Dylan’s tongue start swirling around he let out desperate groan and grabbed the backs of his thighs just under the knee, holding his legs open. Dylan pursed his lips to Ray’s asshole and pushed his tongue through, working the tip in circular motions. He was teasing Ray, who could feel every flick around the perimeter of his hole. With every lick, the tongue ventured further.

“Mmh,” Ray moaned, as he felt the tongue advance. Now, if he looked down, he would have seen Dylan’s head moving vigorously. He pushed his tongue as far into Ray as possible, licking in fast, aggressive circles, sometimes taking a moment to almost make out with Ray’s hole. Ray feel the lips and tongue working fiercely in and around him and all he could do was moan and hold his legs apart. The hot mouth worked its way up to Ray’s huge balls and at this point Dylan’s body shifted. He pushed Ray’s legs pushed in a circular motion, forcing him onto his stomach. The ass eating continued, now from behind. Ray had never had someone give this part of his body this much attention. It felt amazing. He was putty in Dylan’s hands. He would have done anything at that moment.

“Get your ass up,” Dylan commanded, separating his skilled mouth from Ray’s sensitive hole.

Chest to the floor, Ray raised his hips and presented his ass for fucking. They were both feverish now. Ray could feel the air behind him shift and looked back to see Dylan upright behind him. He clearly had his cock in his hands Ray soon felt the cock that just been in his mouth prodding against his rectum. Lube. They needed lube. But Dylan had already thought of that. Before Ray could mention it Dylan produced a bottle from one of his pockets and slathered both his cock and Ray’s hole with it.

“You ready?” Dylan said with a slightly menacing tone.

He didn’t wait for a response. The slick tip of Dylan’s long cock pushed not-so-gently against the tight, pink ring of the bodybuilder’s hole. One hand on his cock, the other on Ray’s hip; the big top man pushed his way inside.

“Uhhn,” Ray sighed. He could feel himself being stretched and loosened up. Dylan was taking his time, but Ray was impatient. He wanted more and he wanted now.

“Come on,” he exhaled. “I’m ready. I’m so fucking ready.”

In response, hands grabbed his hips roughly. Ray was held steady as the man behind him steadily forced more rock hard cock further and further inside him. Ray jerked up and placed his hands flat on the floor. He could feel everything. The cool air of his apartment on his bare back. The rough grip of Dylan’s large hands on his hips, even the hem of the large man’s t-shirt brushing over the top of his ass cheeks. But what he felt most of all was the full hilt of a man inside him. Dylan had pushed the entire length of his cock through Ray’s wet hole and was holding it in him.

As Dylan started fuck in earnest Ray held steady on his hands and knees, keeping and impressive arch in his back while trying not to be fucked into the ground. They were both very physically strong but the sheer force of Dylan’s strokes threated to knock Ray off balance.

“You like that?” Dylan said.

“Yeah,” Ray said.

That wasn’t a good enough answer for Dylan who abruptly pulled his cock almost entirely out and then slammed it back in. It was like a punch and its recipient jumped, both startled and excited.

“YEAH?” Dylan asked, his hips pressing into Ray’s ass cheeks with the full length of cock throbbing inside of his hole. Again, he pulled out completely and punched his way back in. This time he leaned forward and reached a long arm up to grabbed his bottom by the neck.

“CALL ME DADDY,” Dylan commanded with another hard slam. He bucked his hips into another hard stroke, still holding Ray’s upper neck and the bottom of his face. The intensity in his voice was met with total submission in Ray’s.

“Yes, daddy,” Ray moaned. Another hard pump. “Fuck me daddy.”

Dylan let loose. This hard, manly, bodybuilder’s total submission fed Eskort the part of him that needed to dominate. He fucked harder and faster, eliciting loud moans the fed him even more. Any shame or self-consciousness Ray might have felt was totally overcome. In between pumps Dylan finally ripped off his shirt, already starting to soak through with sweat.

“Put your ass up,” Dylan instructed. “Arch that back!”

In doing so, Ray gave his top better access. Made it easier to fuck him deeply and in that moment that was all he wanted. His palms, flat on the floor, held his body steady. His top was relentless. Ray’s helpless moans and guttural grunts blended with the loud slapping sound of Dylan fucking him wildly.

“Back up,” Dylan grunted. “Get your knees under your hips.”

Dylan was wearing him down. With each pump Ray felt himself being pushed forward and losing his grip. After one hard punch up the ass Dylan held his cock up there and leaned forward leaving Ray with no choice but to lay flat as Dylan mounted him in a jockey position. The full weight of a six-foot three inch powerlifter pinned Ray to his living room floor. The sweat on his back mixed with that of the barrel chest on top of him. Ray felt hot breath on his neck and after a moment a hand on the back of his bald head, pushing his face into the floor and without being told, he lifted his ass.

“Gooood boy,” came from the gravelly voice above and behind him. And again, the assault continued now with Ray leaking precum onto his floor. When Dylan finally turned Ray over, it was like a second wind. Ray spread his legs and finally reached for his thick, throbbing cock.

“That’s right, spread those fuckin’ legs boy,” Dylan said as Ray spat into his hand started to stroke his shaft.

The bodybuilder cop had no idea how long they had been fucking. It seemed like hours. His cock was so hard and now getting fucked in this position made it slap against his abs. Dylan hooked his hands around Ray’s massive thighs and lifted his body just enough to hit the prostate perfectly, making Ray throw his head back, moaning even louder. His hand now glided up and down the length of his long, thick shaft.

“Jack that dick,” said the man inside of him.

As Dylan continued to rapidly pump his cock in and out of Ray’s asshole, he started to feel that familiar tension. He clenched and unclenched on the cock inside of him, his legs stiffened, and he was felt himself getting so close. But he needed just a little bit more.

“Harder,” Ray moaned. “HARDER!”

Dylan picked up the pace as he continued to masturbate furiously.

“You Fuckin’ Like That?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Ray’s fist now slapping the head of cock against his abs. He was so close. He looked up at the hard body that held him in submission. Glistening, dripping with sweat. The flexing abs and pectorals and finally the look pure of intensity on this man’s face. A nasty, snarling, menacing expression. Ray’s body tightened, his legs locked, and his asshole tightened.

“I’m gonna cum!” he almost screamed as he finally released.

“That’s right boy, shoot that load,” Dylan goaded.

And he did. A geyser of the hot sticky semen splattered across Ray’s abs and even as far as his chest. He tugged and tugged his spasming cocking as he continued to shoot wave after wave of cum all over his torso. Even as the torrent of cum dwindled down to a dribble he continued to twitch and moan and he realized that it was not over.

Ray laid on his back helplessly as Dylan continued to pound away. This man was so strong that he effortlessly lifted Ray’s ass up off of the floor, fucking him deeply. Although he had just come, the bottom’s cock still twitched and pulsed with the after effects of his orgasm and with the passing of hard dick over his prostate again and again. His moans were helpless now and his hands lay at each side bracing the floor. He could feel Dylan ramping up.

“Are you gonna come?” Ray moaned.

“Fuck yeah. You want this cum?” He replied, pounding now even harder. The shear intensity of cock pushing violently in and out of Ray made his eyes roll momentarily back into his head. Dylan reach down and gave his face a little slap. “Huh? You want this load.”

“Yes!” Ray managed.

“Yes, WHAT!”

“Yes, daddy.”

Ray was fully enthralled and he knew what was coming. The raspy grunts of the man inside of him intensified and Ray clenched with anticipation. He wanted it so badly that it was almost embarrassing. He couldn’t wait to feel that hard cock flood him with thick, warm cum.

“Do it,” he moaned. “Give me that cum daddy.” The words sounded to him as if they were coming from another person.

In response Dylan did something unexpected. He quickly lowered the tree-trunk legs from his shoulders. Ray jumped when he felt the cock suddenly slip out of him. In a flash Dylan moved up Ray’s body and was suddenly straddling his chest.

“Suck my dick,” Dylan said, grabbing the bald head that laid back before him. His other hand and vigorously stroked his slick cock. Ray leaned forward just a bit and found his mouth invaded once again by hard cock. Only now, he could taste himself as it slid across his tongue. Even though he had already had an intense orgasm, Ray obediently sucked and stroked the cock in his mouth.

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Chapter Five: Last Cyprus Day, at Rita’s

Rita’s-on-the-Rocks was a pool and outdoor restaurant on the coast–right on the rocks leading down to the Mediterranean waters–east of Girne. The pool and terrace area were large, the restaurant tables were set at the edge of the rocks, above the Mediterranean to the east of the pool, under latticework-supported grape vines. A two-story building set beside the enclosed pool area between the restaurant and the parking lot included a kitchen and pool changing rooms on the first floor and rooms for the waitresses and waiters who also were for rent on the second floor. Rita was a blousy British woman who floated around jollying everyone up and generally making it known that “anything goes” as long as you didn’t get violent or impinge on the pleasures of others.

Occasionally, Rita put on special days that opened the pool and restaurant to limited categories of people so that they would be comfortable doing what they liked to do in company with others doing the same. This Sunday, my last day on the island, had been designated as gay male day, with a special invitation going out to the UN soldiers. I don’t know if Kadir bribed her to declare this day as she did, but it was quite convenient for the purposes of the movie we were making that she did.

I did know that Kadir had paid two hunky Danish UN soldiers to be at Rita’s before lunch to play with me in the pool and fuck me on a pool bed for the movie camera. The muscular, blond, and quite happy young soldiers were part of the contingent protecting and monitoring the Green Line zone dividing the Greek and Turkish zones of the island that had existed for the previous twenty years since the Turkish invasion of Cyprus and occupation of the northern third of the island. They were known to be a fun-loving, boisterous, uninhibited, and hunky lot.

There were other gay men there, enjoying the freedom of a pool day, but, after being told that the movie camera would carefully avoid them–and the editing of the film would do so if the camera captured their image, they paid us little heed. The Two Danish soldiers, Neils and Johan, however, flirted with me from the outset and went into the pool when I did, playing with me and, eventually, trapping me between them and kissing and fondling me. They maneuvered me over to the shallow end of the pool, perched themselves on the rim, sans swimsuits, with their legs dangling in the water, and I went from one to the other blowing their cocks, both of which were prime cuts of meat.

I didn’t finish either one of them. I just got them gloriously hard. They pulled me out of the pool, carried me to a pool bed, and each of them fucked me, Niels in a missionary, and Johan in a doggy. Tari, on the camera, of course, caught it all and Kadir and Edric sat off to the side, watching and drinking beer.

After doing me individually, they put me between them, Niels lying on his back on the pool bed, me initially riding his cock in a cowboy, facing his face, and then Johan came in behind me, penetrated me, with his cock sliding up Niels’s, already inside me, and they fucked me in a double. After laughing and giving each other congratulatory hand slaps, the Danish soldiers left and the camera ran up and down my body, lying, face down, on the pool bed, me panting slightly, my appendages flung out akimbo, purposely leaving the impression for the camera that I had been exhausted. First Kadir and then Edric came into the photo and fucked me separately, Kadir in a slow doggy and Edric pulling me up and fucking me against a wall of the compound, my back against the fence and my knees on his hips, as he thrust up inside me. They manhandled me like I was a rag doll, continuing the impression that I was spent and couldn’t put up resistance if I wanted to.

Even one of the East European men there just for the day with his young Turkish submissive got into the act–and the movie–when he liked what he was seeing of the filming. I saw him make a deal with Kadir off to the side, in which money exchanged hands that I got a share of later. After Edric did me and returned me to the pool bed, the Slav took a turn. He was a walrus of a Slavic guy, massive and paunchy, of powerful, intimidating build, in his late forties or early fifties, and hirsute and hung. I made to rise as he approached, but he backhanded me across the face, which sent me reeling back onto the pool bed. And then he was on top of me and inside me and fucking me furiously. He slapped me a couple of more times while he was pounding my ass, and I knew the camera view would be of me being taken whether I wanted to be or not. I just lay there and took it.

He was good with the cock, and after the initial bit of struggle, I lay back, submissive to him, digging my fingernails into his hairy shoulder blades, widening my stance as much as possible to take what he had to give, panting hard, and crying out at some of the deeper thrusts. Tari declared later that the Slav had provided some of the best Bayan Eskort footage of the day and it had come across as very natural and raw. Kadir had to flag him down to get a release signed, and money went back to the Slav.

During all of this a very (Very!) cute Turkish waiter not any older than I was floated around serving drinks as various men were fucking me. He kept giving me friendly and interested looks. He was the waiter at my lunch with Kadir, Edric, and Tari in the grape-vine-covered restaurant by the pool as well.

As he was delivering fruit to us for desert, he leaned down, smiled at me, and said, “Benimle gezintiye cikmk ister misin?” I smiled back, but not knowing what he said, I didn’t answer him.

“He’s asking if you would like to take a ride with him,” Kadir said. “He says he saw you admiring his car in the parking lot as we came in. It’s the1956 red Ford Fairlane convertible that’s been kept in tip-top condition. It probably was one of the cars abandoned here by a Greek or foreigner six years ago, when the Turks invaded–not far from where we are now–in 1974.”

“He wants me to take a ride with him?” I asked.

“He probably wants to ride you,” Edric said. “All of the help here are prostitutes. You should go with him. It could be fun.”

“Genç arkadaşımıza binmek ister misin?” Kadir asked the waiter, who grinned and answered “Evet.”

“Kadir asked him whether he wants to fuck you, and he answered–“

“I know what he answered,” I said.

I turned and looked at Kadir. I was told the waiter’s name was Cael, that he was from Kusadasi, on the Turkish coast, the port for the Ephesus early Christian city ruins. He was gorgeous, close to my age, muscular, but not overwhelmingly so, and dark and sultry–as sexy as Edric but without the aspect of cruelty that Edric exuded. “Do you want him to screw you?” Kadir asked.

I just gave him a smile.

“Yes, go ahead, then,” Kadir said, with a smile of his own.

I went with Cael. He drove me up into the foothills of the Kyrenia Mountains below St. Hilarion Castle, occasionally turning and looking at me with moon eyes. He also reached over to touch me on the arm or thigh. We both knew why we were taking this ride.

He stopped above a Turkish military camp on the road up to St. Hilarion and turned onto a dirt road leading into an olive grove. He stopped the car, turned and smiled at me, and gestured to the backseat of the car. We necked and fondled each other there long enough for me to wonder if he was going any further. But then he did.

“Senin horoz emmek itiyorum,” he said, and when I gave him a quizzical look, he said in good-enough, but careful English, “I want to suck your cock.”

“Evet,” I answered with a smile and unzipped myself.

“O zaman seni becermek istiyorum. Then I want to fuck you.”

I answered evet to that too as I settled back into the seat underneath him.

He was an expert at the suck, taking me all the way and then coming up and embracing me as we lay across the backseat of the old convertible.

At length, he whispered to me, “I want to ride you. I want to fuck you.”

“Say it to me in Turkish again,” I whispered.

He laughed and said, “Sana binmek istiyorum. Seni becermek istiyorum.”

“That sounds beautiful,” I said. “Evet. Yes. Ride me, fuck me.” I was back to saying yes to everything. “How do you say ‘screw me’ in Turkish?”

“Lanet olsun beni,” he said, with a smile.

“Lanet olsun beni,” I said.

He didn’t do it there. He exited the car, opened the trunk, and took out a blanket, which he took into the olive grove, picking out a soft, shaded place between two trees. I followed him into the orchard. We kissed and disrobed each other as we stood, facing each other, embracing. After we were naked and he’d frotted our cocks until they were hard, he gently guided me down onto the blanket on my knees, knelt behind me, and pressed his face into the crevice of my buttocks, opening me up to him.

We made slow and languid love, him mounting my ass as I was on all fours and slowly fucking me for a while and then sitting cross-legged and bringing me down into his lap, facing him, with me sitting on his cock and him rocking me back and forth and forward and backward on the cock, working me deep with a long, throbbing cock. We each came twice as we fucked.

It hadn’t been long–while we were still in the backseat of the convertible–that I noticed that Tari was off to the side, filming the encounter. Kadir and Edric were there too, watching. So, this had all been a setup for one last fuck scene for the movie. I didn’t care. This wasn’t just fucking, this was a love scene, an appropriate way, I thought, to end the movie. Kadir admitted later that this was the type of scene, something romantic, that he liked to end all of his movies with.

* * * *

As they put me on a plane for Istanbul, I was humming. There was a blip when I landed in Istanbul, because the big, fat, ugly, but Anadolu Yakası Escort commanding and undeniable, Altan Tilki was there to meet me. He was ecstatic with how the filming had gone and I think more than once, as he took me to dinner and then up to his penthouse apartment on top of his hotel overlooking the Bosporus, he’d come close to offering me a permanent position in Turkey. But he must have realized that he would be cutting in on the territory of the London fashion designer, Nigel Standish, who had made me available to him. He only went as far as asking, “Would you be willing to come back to Turkey for filming if I proposed future movie possibilities with your school in New York and Nigel in London?”

I reverted to type and answered with “Yes.”

“Your plane to New York is tomorrow afternoon. There is plenty of time. Will you come upstairs with me this evening?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“I will show you new sexual positions. I will fuck you as you’ve never been fucked before.”

“Say it to me in Turkish, please,” I said.

He Laughed, but he humored me. He embraced me in the back of his limousine as we cruised from the airport into the city. “Sana yeni cinsel pozisyonlar gosterecegim. Daha once hic sikismeden seni becerecek.”

“Evet,” I said, not really believing that there were any new sexual positions he could show me after the dozen or so scenes I’d done for his movie. He didn’t give me time to think about it, though, as he unzipped and freed himself and pressed my face down into his lap.

I was wrong about the positions. He showed me the Bully, him standing with me draped in front of him, my passage sheathing his cock, and his arms laced under my armpits, his fists locked behind my neck, putting me in a full Nelson, and my legs hooked on his thighs, as he bounced me up and down on his dick. And he showed me what he called the Afternoon Delight, where I was perched on the top of the bureau in his room, my ankles hooked on his shoulders, as he crouched over me, my arms thrown around his neck, and pistoned me with his thick cock. The Bully was painful with him, as the bulge of his belly in the small of my back caused me to arch my torso painfully. The Afternoon Delight allowed me to jut his pelvis forward enough that the press of his belly into mine wasn’t too oppressive.

“Do you like these positions?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said to extend my chain of “yeses” and because we’d already done them and were lying next to each other on his bed, me hoping to be able to get some sleep before having to be at the airport the next day.

“Good. We will use them in future movies. You will be well fucked.”

“Say it to me in Turkish,” I whispered.

“Iyi. Onları gelecek filmlerde kullanırız. Iyi duzusecek,” he murmured. Then he laughed, rolled over on top of me, almost smothering me, and fucked me again.

Marcel, my performance art coach, met me at the airport in New York.

“Did you have a good time?” He asked.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Will you do it again if they want you?”

“Yes,” I answered immediately, without reservation. My transformation was complete. I was a male whore.

Chapter Six: Two Years Later, Revelation

The scene setup was sometime in the eighteenth or nineteenth century, at an English country estate. Nothing pinned down on that except to allow for billowy white cotton shirts, their tails knotted in front at the belly, and tight breeches–cotton for me and linen for the “Master”–with laced codpieces. The hairstyle for both–mine a red that would wash out easily and the Master’s in salt-and-pepper gray denoting the late forties or early fifties–called for shoulder-length hair tied off with a ribbon in back until, in a dramatically meaningful gesture caught by the camera, the ribbon would be undone, the hair let down, and the cock inserted in the hole. The country house, nearly a castle of seventeenth-century vintage, as well as its stone-construction stable yard, was borrowed from a builder, who was turning an unmanageably large country castle turned into a former secret-agency operational headquarters into a country hotel for an Arab investor. The stable was still outfitted in a style that would represent the period. One bedroom of the mansion had been furnished appropriately.

It was to be a three-scene light BDSM film, lasting no more than forty minutes total.

The action started with me, a stable boy, coming out of the stable entrance, carrying a bucket of dirty water. I was barefoot and wearing just the brown cotton breeches and a blousy white cotton shirt, open to show my smooth, slim, but nicely muscled torso denoting an early-twenties submissive. After emptying the bucket, I looked up and out, across the rolling green pastureland, the shot cutting across the façade of the country house on a rise to the right of the picture frame. What had caught my attention was a middle-aged, very muscular man riding confidently and with command on a massive Pendik Escort gray steed–the Master. The man was wearing tight breeches, a billowy white-cotton shirt, and shiny black riding boots. Nearly a minute of film time was spent with me, the stable boy, watching the hunky, glowering Master approach on his stallion.

When he reached me, it was the Master growling, “Has my wife’s carriage left yet?” and me answering, eyes cast down, that it had.

“Did I tell you what you would be doing for me today?” he said, growling and glowering again. He was a handsome brute over twice my age. As he spoke, he unlaced his shirt, took it off, and draped it in front of him. He had a massive, barrel chest and the torso of a Zeus. He was hirsute, covered with curly salt-and-pepper-shaded hair. He also was covered in swirls, curves, and angles of a primitive black tattoo pattern, completely out of character for the period, but directly centered on the interests of the target audience for the film.

“Yes, Master. Mistress’s carriage left for London an hour ago.” Dialogue was scant in the movie, only enough to set the scene and establish that the stable boy was going to be royally fucked by the Master. No attempt was made to use period dialect. We weren’t being paid for award-winning acting.

“Come here, boy,” the Master growled, and I went over close to him. He cupped my chin with one hand and ran his riding crop across my cheek with the other. He tapped my cheek with the crop. Thus, it was established that this was going to be a BDSM film.

“My boot is dirty, boy,” he said, and ten seconds was devoted to me tonguing his black leather boots as he remained in the saddle. He reached down and untied the ribbon of my ponytail as I looked up at him with my green-shade-contact eyes, and my film signature red hair cascaded down to my shoulders, signaling to the audience that I was going to be naked and writhing under the Master in, oh, about six minutes of film time.

The Master came down off the horse, pressed me down on my knees in front of him, and the next four and a half minutes were of me unlacing his codpiece, taking out his cock and giving him head, and him pulling the shirt off my back and stroking my cheeks and shoulders with his riding crop.

The scene changed to inside the stable, with me on my back on a hay bale, naked as, at the scene opening, the Master pulled my breeches off my legs. Two minutes were devoted to the Master, still in his breeches but with a magnificent erection jutting out of his open codpiece, leaning over me, kissing down my much smaller, slimmer body, flicking my body in the process with his riding crop and stroking my cock hard. He spent several key seconds kissing and tonguing the tattoo of a gecko on my lower belly–highlighting one of my signature aspects for the fan club I had accumulated over the past two years. The rest of the first ten minutes of the film, which started from my exiting the stables and seeing the horse and rider in the distance, was spent with the Master on top of me, vigorously fucking me in a missionary position. In an incongruity that the film director realized but ignored and the audience would accept, the Master reached up and undid the ribbon on my hair (again), and the camera caught the fall of the hair and went immediately to the cock penetrating the hole.

The bow to the BDSM was that he had the loop leather handle of the riding crop encasing my throat and was pulling and releasing on that, causing me to gag and writhe under him, my hands to clutch at the restraint, and my eyes to bug out as he fucked me.

Scene two opened with me draped over a saddle on a low stall fence, naked, with my wrists secured low on the fence on one side and my ankles low on the fence on the other. The Master also was naked now, his body massive, powerful, muscular. A minute and a half were devoted to the binding and my frightened, but submissive response. For two minutes he beat me on the back and buttocks with his riding crop, alternating with kneeling behind me and either milking my cock with his hands and distending and squeezing my balls to listen to me cry for mercy and to sucking me off. For the last three and a half minutes of the scene, introduced with the release of the hair ribbon and the penetration of the cock, he was mounted on my ass as I was doubled over the fence, his feet pressed into the fence on either side of my thighs, his hands grasping my waist, and riding my ass high like a jockey in a race.

I was being barebacked, which was a signature of this movie studio and director, so close shots were taken not only of me coming for the work the Master had done behind and below me, but for the Master to rise in the saddle, hand his own cock, which had slid out of me, and jacking off on the small of my back.

The impression being given was that, although the stable boy had been expected to be fucked by the master, this was rougher, more demanding than anticipated–and that maybe, just possibly, this would go farther than the young man could and would endure. Maybe these were the final moments for the stable boy. A few seconds were devoted of the stable boy looking around in panic, as if there might be help available from some quarter–help that never materialized.

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“Tony! Your ass was supposed to be under me at 7. It’s 9 PM, man. Where the fuck are you?” My instinct is to politely say that this caller has the wrong number…but I am intrigued enough to ask of him:

“Sorry, man, this isn’t Tony, but my ass needs a guy hovering over it as well. Think we can maybe work something out?” Silence. He’s obviously thinking.

“Uh…what’s your name, then?” I love fishing.

“Stoney. The folks were nature freaks. Some call me Rock. Go figure.” I like his laugh. It’s very throaty and manly. My imagination ‘sees’ a beefy hunk, 6′ tall, 200 pounds of deeply solid rippling work muscle, all sweaty and manly ripe from his daily labors. Man, I have some imagination.

“Right. Look, kid, I’m hot to trot, so if you are near to me, let’s talk details.” Gonna reel this one in.

“And your name is…?” Kid, huh? Well, I am only 18. Difficult to tell his age without a picture. He sounds about thirty, but that’s just a wild guess.

“Charlie. Rhymes with Harley – my side ride. Friends call me Chuck. You lookin’ to get fucked, kid?” Hooked, just have to reel him in.

“Always, my man. Always. I live in Westertown. You?” Hope he’s not too far away.

“Eastville. You of age?”

“Eighteen.”

“Bingo! You drive? Should take you thirty minutes tops to find me.”

“Got my Honda. No Harley, but it’ll get me there.” I hear a deep sigh over the phone. Like the sound one makes right after good sex.

“This just keeps gettin’ better. I’ll text you my address. Clean up and out for me real good, huh. You are soon gonna get the best pounding of your sweet young life…Rock. Love the way it rhymes with cock. You a ‘big’ guy?”

“Average. 5’10″…oh. You mean cock size, right? Sure you do. Also average – six and a half when very turned on. Cut. Nice and thick. You?”

“Nine inches of arrow-straight bear-can thick man muscle aching to fill your young little ass with three days of built up magma pushing my nuts to their limit. Here’s the text. See ya!” Before I throw my phone onto the table, and bolt to get ready, I call my friend Rich.

“Should I worry?” Rich is my go to for advice on everything. He will answer me as soon as he stops laughing.

“Maybe. Text me his address just in case…and add me to your will before you go. Otherwise, enjoy the ride there…and his ride on you!” I love Rich’s sense of humor.

“Thanks, bud. I will. Call me at midnight just in case, okay?” He agrees.

Part 2 –

My ride to Eastville is a quick one. It’s a beautiful summers night with a very full moon illuminating these wealthy area back roads. You have to be pretty well off to live in Eastville.

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9 Pound Circle Extension. You can’t make this shit up.

“Park it over there.” Well, well, well. My imagination was not that far off. Charlie looms large in his oversize doorway. The rest of the house…mansion, actually, is already impressing the crap out of me. I secure my helmet to my bike, and stride up to him like I own the place. Cocky. Confident.

“Hello.” He ignores my greeting and is reaching toward me. My belt is now in one of his big fists; and I am being taken into his lair. We stop in what I would call a receiving room – but what do I know. “So, you…”

“Not now, kid. We’ll do all the talking and stuff later. After the sex. Cookie has a nice big meal waiting for us when we’re done. I told him we need about an hour. That’ll put us at around 11 PM. You’re a good looker, Rock. Let’s see the rest of you. Strip.”

“What, no tour of the house?” My shirt hits the floor before I finish the sentence. Then my shoes and jeans. I like to go commando, and I can see a smile of appreciation on his face. A very good looking face, at that. Yeah, he’s around thirty. His eyes are glued to my body; and his hands are busy removing his own clothing. We are soon just two naked men facing each other; with blood pumping quickly into both of our cocks.

“You’ll get a tour – of the important things: the toilet, and my bed…IF you please me. You got a good start, kid. A very good start. Hot body. Looks like you work out, right?”

“I thought Escort İstanbul you said no talk until after the…” He’s taking two steps toward me and his mouth is now glued to mine. I’m being bent backwards like a dame in an old movie. I feel his heat and body hair tingling the skin of my chest and thighs. His arms have me in a hug…his hands are slowly reaching down to cup my ass cheeks. Man, this guy can kiss! He’s tongue fucking me like it’s all he wants to do. Fat chance.

“You clean?” He’s still holding my ass. He can walk and chew gum at the same time, because his next sentences have no affect on his ability to play with my ass, my crack, and…”

“Woah! Warm me up first, will you, please?” His finger circled my hole for a nanosecond before he tried to shove it in. He has me by the shoulders now, and looks puzzled.

“No. Tell me you’re not a virgin.”

“No. Not fully.”

“Explain.”

“Look. I’m only 18. I’ve been to lick-and-suck city a few times, but never to pound town. You need this, and so do I. Is there a problem?” He looks like there’s a problem – a combination of pissed off and undecided. I’m an emotional guy. I feel some tears welling up. He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.

“Sit with me, Rock.” Now he looks like my Dad, all ready to give me a lecture. “I assumed you were…experienced. It’s a very different game with a virgin. I don’t…”

“Fine. I’ll leave.” He must have seen a tear fall onto my cheek. He has me by the arm.

“Stay. I’ll just change gears a bit. You are one hell of a hot bodied piece of ass; and I will be honored to break you in.” This is a different side of Charlie than before. Gentler. Maybe.

Part 3 –

“Yes. I’m clean. You told me to.”

“Good. We can use condoms if you like, but I get tested often; and I’m on PREP as an extra precaution.”

“Bare, then. I want to feel you, and I bet you like it raw, right?” He is nodding.

“Come on, let’s go to my bedroom.” He’s leading the way. We pass through a huge kind of open space with a central table full of flowers. I have a real good view of his muscular back and ass. This man is a beast. Okay, not a beast, but he sure is jacked. Thick thighs. Full bush around that python he calls a cock. Sweet treasure trail leading up to a hard-bodied torso topped by large bulging pecs. All perfectly proportioned and very, very manly. I could not have chosen a better stud to take my cherry, and I tell him so. “Thanks, kid. Hop onto the bed. Time for that warm-up you asked for.” Before I can do as he says, a handsome dude carrying some linens passes by the open doorway and sneaks a peek at us. Charlie lifts his head and tosses him a smile. “That’s Tony. Late as usual. He’ll get his tomorrow. Now, on your back, Rock.”

“I don’t care if it hurts. Just do me, okay?” He’s fussing over some things in the nightstand.

“No chance, kid. You’re gonna love every bit of this. I promise.” With that, Charlie shows me a kit that opens to reveal a series of different size dildos. He is lifting my legs to the ceiling, like you do to clean up a baby’s butt. Real close to my hole, he blows a hot breath on it, and I jump a little. “Sensitive, huh?” I nod. “How does this feel?” He’s got a type of syringe in his hand, and has the tip right at my hole.” Just a quick squeeze…and…”

“Oh…Yeaaahhh. Nice. It feels real nice.”

“It’s lube kid. This is a lube shooter – a great invention to grease up tight young holes like yours.” His hand is hovering over the dildos. The one he chooses is not the smallest, but it still looks too big for me. Then I think, fuck that – Charlie has a real live dildo that he will be fucking me with soon; so I better get used to the ones he’s gonna warm me up with. “Here goes. Roll with it, Rock. Try to relax. Push out a bit like you’re gonna poop.” There is a momentary resistance at my entrance. But Charlie is a powerful man; and he is applying ever increasing pressure to the dildo.

“Almost open. Distract yourself with a happy thought, Rock, and this will soon slide in nice and easy.” I ‘see’ a hunk on a website taking it in İstanbul Escort Bayan the ass from two gorgeous studs…and…

“Oh! Yes! It’s in, right? It feels like a big one.” He has paused with the dildo just inside my pucker.

“Hang on, son. It’s going to go in all the way, nice and slow…right…NOW.” No worries, this feels amazing! It’s like a reverse poop, only way better. This fullness is something I want to stay, not force out of me. It’s a lot like taking a cock deepthroat style – just a bit further south.

“It feels wonderful, Charlie. Is it all the way in, now?” I feel another push, and a bump into something very sensitive deep inside my channel. “Oh, fuck!”

“Now it is. That was your prostate taking a hit, kid. Want to feel it again?” I nod.

“Fuck. Oh, that’s nice!” I feel Charlie slowly pulling the dildo from my channel until it is almost all the way out…then…BANG! He’s pushing it back in real fast. Now out again. BANG! And again, faster now. BANG! Faster still; and I am breathing real hard with my chest heaving.

“Good boy. You took that well. Let’s go up some sizes…in steps; to open you up and stretch your hole for daddy’s big one.” More lube from the shooter. Three dildo sizes later, and I am sweating like I just ran five miles in the rain. But I am loving all of this. Charlie is real attentive to my inexperience; and I know that he will get me opened enough to take his cock before the night is over.

“Can you leave the next size in and lay on me for a kiss, Charlie?” I would really like to feel his body weight on me; and his tongue in my hungry mouth once more.

“Sure, kid. How’s this?” In goes the last dildo. Charlie is lowering himself onto me. Seeing his body hovering like this is the sexiest thing ever. With the weight of his belly on mine, his cock and balls are pushing my package into the bed, and I love it! The whole combination has the dildo feeling like it is going to burst through my channel any second. What an awesome feeling!

“I’m ready, Charlie. Please take my mouth. Then take my cherry. Please.” Oh. His kiss is heavenly. He is mastering my body, and I am his to take. He’s inching down my torso now, licking me like a cow licks its calf. After a few very feather-like kisses to my sensitive cockhead, he’s pulling out the big dildo, and it gets tossed to the floor. A second later, and I am dragged to the foot of the bed; with my ass right at the edge. I lift my legs up high for him; and Charlie is gazing at me with the quiet stare of the wolf.

“I’ll go slow, kid. That is, until my animal side takes over. Then it’s pound town time for the both of us. Ride it out, Rock. I give a real good ride.” I know he will.

Part 4 –

“Oh. God! Fuck, Charlie. You’ll rip me ’til I bleed.” He sure is fucking big! Just the head and an inch or so are into me…with a lot more to take. I know I said I want this. I know… “AHHH. Don’t stop! Get it all in! AHHH. AHHH. AHHH.” I feel faint. Stay with it, Stoney. Feel it all. Memorize this first cock as it burns its way into me. I will probably never have a bigger one!

“Done. You took it all. Proud of you, son.” I open my eyes; and through some tears I see Charlie, all smiles, with his belly touching the back of my thighs; and all nine inches of his engorged manhood buried deep inside my tunnel. “You are a real thing of beauty, my young friend. This body of yours will make your choice of lovers very happy. I know I am.”

“Thanks, Charlie. Now pound the crap out of me. I want to watch the muscles of your hunky bod exert themselves with the fuck you promised me. You sure are a thing of beauty to my eyes, as well, Charlie. Chuck. Chuck fucks. Chuck fucks me. Fuck me Chuck. FUCK ME CHUCK!!!”

“You asked for it, kid!” OMG. What have I done. I am being pistoned to death! How can anyone take this massive cock? My body is moving back and forth with each of his thrusts. Oh. That’s better.

“Like that. Good.” He’s found a good pace for the both of us. Every inward stroke makes me moan automatically. I want to laugh, because that is how I see guys react in Anadolu Yakası Escort porn videos. I thought it was an act. It’s not.

“Sweet assed young buck. You are bringing out the best of me, Rock. Fucking your hot young body is the best I have had in a long, long time.” It should be. I put in a lot of gym time to get to this stage of development. I am all shaved and smooth, not the hairy hunk that Charlie is. It’s all good. He’s still rocking inside of me. The man has stamina, for sure. I would have nutted a long time ago. “Gonna ramp this up for you, Rock. My body needs to nut. Gonna go all animal on your ass, son. Take the ride. Take the fullness. Take my cock. Take it.” He’s speeding up. “Take it. Fuck you’re tight. Fucking tight. So fucking….so very…TAKE IT – TAKE IT – Oh, my fucking God! – TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL!!! AHHHHHNNHHHAAA!!!

“Pump it stud! Pump my ass full! Oh, Charlie! I can feel your cum flowing into me! Oh. Man. This feels amazing!” His mouth is wide open; he is wild-eyed with uncontrolled pleasure coursing through his body. Involuntary shocks are making his chest and shoulders quake. There is drool dripping onto my thighs, and running down to my crotch. Heaven help me – my cock is so hard that it hurts. I feel his dick pushing my own cream from my body; and the first spurt cuts through my slit with a painful twang like someone snapped a rubber band onto the head. My cum is landing on me everywhere. I even have some in my own mouth! I love the taste of fresh cum!

“FUCK. FUCK. oh….Fuck.” He is crumpling onto me, not caring about the mess he will have sticking to him from my spooge. I am holding him now in my arms. He is coming down from his high; and placing little kisses on my spoogey body. “Mmmm. You taste as good as your ass is tight, my young friend.”

“Thank you, Charlie. Thank you.” I can feel him slowly going soft inside of me. I want him to stay there forever. Soon he will slip from my channel, and most of his semen will follow his cock as it leaves me. I want to feel sad about that, but I feel too elated to go there. My first anal fuck was amazing. He filled me in so many ways. I am on a cloud and don’t want to leave.

“Dinner? You as hungry as I am, stud?” I sure am.

“Can I stay with you tonight, Charlie? Yes to dinner.”

“Sure, kid. Why not. I already broke most of my rules. Why not.”

Part 5 –

Tony, all jacked and fine looking in his tight tee and jeans, is serving up a meal fit for a king. King Charlie. And me. Charlie is diving into his plate like a shark into a sea lion. The guy can eat! This is giving me time to lock eyes with Tony, as he hovers near me, fussing with serving me all kinds of goodies. As my mind begins to wander and think about him serving me…something more personal, I find myself staring at his nicely shaped bulge. Either the jeans are way too small, or his dick is a fat one, because the fabric is so stretched out that the zipper is totally showing. Maybe it’s the size of his fat nuts?

“Like what you see, kid?” That shocked me back to his eyes. Blue. Deep and sexy blue eyes. As I start to smile, I realize that Charlie is watching us.

“Go for it, Rock. Tony is one hell of a lay.” Damn. I had figured Charlie would want me for himself. But, hell, if he says to go for it…

“Yeah, Tony, I like it. I like it a lot.” He seems confident and in control.

“Finish up, and I’ll let you have me for dessert. Don’t worry, kid, Charlie and I are cool about ‘sharing’. Ain’t that right, lover?” Charlie just nods as he chugs his wine. So I guess I will have a taste of Tony himself, as well as the great meal he made for us.

“I’ll clean up. You go to the second bedroom. Take a shower. Wait for me on the bed. Clean. Naked. Get yourself hard. At your age, it won’t take long to get ready for a second round. Just don’t take it too far. I like to get fucked long and slow, right Chucky?” Chucky nods, gives the thumbs up, and rises to plunk down onto a nearby couch. Looks like he’s up for a nap.

“Gonna rest a bit, kid. Tony will take over. You’ll love it! You and I will catch up later for a night time quickie. See ya.” His eyes are closing. Mine are following Tony’s fat ass as he goes back and forth with the dishes. Looks like I will take my first bottom tonight. What a mind fuck! From virgin to totally used in one awesome night. This is gonna rock!

To Be Continued…

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