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Author’s note: This story involves love as well as cheating. If you are squeamish about infidelity, please stop reading now. If you haven’t read the previous 2 parts, read them first to get a better understanding of the fiction.

Chapter 3

Scott—-

“Pound me harder!” I scream encouraging my husband, Mike, whose body is now glistened with perspiration, to impale my anal chute harder, doggy style.

“Awwww.”

With a deep pump, Mike is flying me to the moon, stretching me so wide. He keeps pounding and gyrating his cock against my asshole until my little penis is about to burst.

Mike then flips me over. The copulation continues.

Suddenly, I see his sad and distressed stare. “Baby…I’m sorry…Lance…” Mike slows down. Then, he pauses.

“Huh? Just fuck me,” I’m pleading.

Mike is struggling with his words, “We kind of…” A pause. “Jerked off together.” Another pause but longer. “At the wine party while you were out.”

My face suddenly turns red. Nonetheless, it’s a relief as I assumed that they were fucking because that SOB was scratching his ass the other morning. I’m very undecided whether I should just end the fucking and start arguing with him that might end up with something worse or just have him continue pounding me.

“Why are you telling me this now? In the middle of this? Just keep pounding me!”

“We were drunk, and I didn’t know why…” Mike ceases the fucking abruptly and continues talking, “It was just, you know, two guys jerking.”

“You didn’t know!? Of course, you did! You just couldn’t control your damn dick! Why?” I’m weeping and yelling.

“I’m so sorry baby! I couldn’t control it. I didn’t know. He seduced me!” Mike pleas.

“So What! But you let him!”

“What are you doing? Don’t withdraw! Dammit!” Mike is pulling his cock out of my bunghole.

“Fuck! Just fuck me already!” I’m crying.

“I couldn’t control the situation…just like…you…couldn’t control your hard-on…even when you’re upset…about what Lance and I did.”

Touché! I’m unable to counter that reasoning. He shuts me up.

For a moment, we are staring at each other in silence. Mike then averts his eyes toward my leaking cock, then he switches his focus back to my teary eyes. Back and forth.

“Ouuuch!” I’m caught off-guard by Mike’s sudden deep jab.

I feel so full. Is this his plan seducing me into forgiving him for his indecent behavior? As furious as I’m now, I cannot allow the fucking to end.

“I’m so sorry…baby,” Mike stoops down toward my face while still gingerly poking me.

“That…that would have been me sucking you…had I not been so passed out,” I mumble.

“He didn’t suck you, did he?” I’m more curious now.

Mike is silent.

“Of course, he did!” I raise my voice again.

Mike remains quiet but strengthens his pounding.

“Awwww…Awwww…” I pant.

“Did you fuck him?! Tell me the truth!” The weeping resumes.

“No! He was trying to sit on my lap, but I burst my nuts just right when my cockhead penetrated his hole.”

Oh my god! I cum instantly hearing that. Mike hasn’t. So, he keeps pounding me. In a matter of time, my cock is erect again!

“Awwww,” we both moan.

“You…tell…that…bitch…that…he…can…flirt…but…you’re…mine!” I’m practically screaming my lungs out as I emphasize those words while being impaled mercilessly.

Feeling somewhat relieved, Mike gives me this cute, dumbstruck face.

“What!?” I get embarrassed.

“You’re feisty, eh,” Mike giggles.

As manly as he is externally, Mike’s demeanor is just darn cute sometimes, and it kills me. I join his giggle.

“Just don’t…Awww!” My dialogue is suddenly curtailed by Mike’s final push, flooding my bowel with his vital jizz. I cum right then, again.

“I can stop talking to him…if that’s what you want?” Mike asks genuinely While playing with my hair as we recover.

Unable to answer unequivocally, I switch the focus and ask, “Do you love me?”

“Of course!”

“Do you have feelings for him?”

Mike gives me a weak silent, “No.”

“Will you stop talking to him if I say so?”

Mike nods his head.

“I don’t know…this is just too much.”

As dumb as it may sound, I let Mike off the hook so easily. The truth is that I can’t control myself sexually every time I hear about their latent affair. I would be lying if I didn’t get any enjoyment out of their little discreet fun. But, the possibility of losing Mike is just unbearable. I finally tell my husband to break off their friendship.

We continue lying in bed naked for about 5 minutes until Mike breaks the silence. “About the Cancun trip…Did you ask your mom if she wants to go?”

“She said she’s too old for that,” I answer Mike.

“So, what now? Just us?” Mike asks.

“I don’t know. I’m sure Jase would love to go. I thought you already invited that bitch!?” I’m being sarcastic.

“Can we drop the name calling! It was an accident! Let’s not forget, you suggested the invitation.” Mike continues, “It doesn’t matter. I will take back the invitation and be an ass if that’s what you want.”

Mike looks pissed. We remain silent for a while.

Then, I feel some a string of cool air blown in my ears. That fucking husband of mine. I start pulling his chest hair playfully.

“So…you are not so upset now?” Mike tickles my rib.

“Stop it! Hah!” istanbul travesti I cannot contain my laughter.

“Alright! Need to clean this mess. I’m gonna take a soak babe,” Mike indicates.

“Ok,” I reply while heading to the fridge for some energy rejuvenating juice.

“Can you get me some lavender bath soap, please,” Mike yells.

Luck must be on my side as I spot his phone in the living room while gulping down the liquid.

“Here you go. 2 scoops. Take a long one…you look tired,” I say as I hand Mike the supply.

As soon as the bathroom door is closed, the inspection begins.

But then, Mike has agreed to cease the friendship. I shouldn’t intrude into his privacy. Just move on. But. Fuck! I want to read the texting on the night I was on the phone with Jase.

Scrolling…

Messages on 8/28 (flash back before the jerk off scene at the wine party)

Lance: Hey baby!

Mike: Hey there

Lance: I’m hungry. A drooling face.

Fucking bitch…so annoying–I’m thinking.

5 minutes later…

Mike: hah hah…go find something to eat lol

Lance: You must be busy jerking off; took you forever to reply ; -P.

3 minutes later…

Mike: LOL…not everyone is as horny as you. Waiting for Scott to finish a call to continue our flick.

Lance: Boring…

Lance: I want a big American hot dog with tons of cum… I mean mustard lol.

Mike: LOL. Come here…I got a big one just for you.

My dick is instantly on steroids reading that notwithstanding my furiousness.

Lance: I want to devour your whole cock. But…first I want to slowly peel the foreskin off to reveal the fat cockhead.

Mike: What? Peeling the foreskin off of a German sausage that is in my fridge? You are sick! LMAO.

Lance: You’re so mean. A crying face.

Mike: Awww…poor baby…ok…if you behave, daddy lets you lick his sausage hah hah

Lance: : -P

Mike: Just a sec…

2 minutes later…

Lance: Hello!!

4 minutes later…

Lance: Anybody home?

8 minutes later…

Lance: A crying face.

Mike: Back

Mike: Sorry…just went to check on Scott.

Mike: hold on…

Lance: What??

Lance: Waiting….

Mike: Ok…what’s up

Lance: What? What were you doing lol?

Mike: Na nothing…in the bathroom now…more private

Lance: lmfao…bad boy…sneaking behind your husband

Mike: lol…I bet you like that. : -P

Lance: Just what are you doing exactly in that bathroom, stud? Pleasuring yourself? ; -D

Mike: Why don’t you come and find out, bitch! : -P.

Lance: Drooling face

Lance: Can you turn on your camera?

Mike: Why? You want to see me poop? LOL

Lance: LOL…sure! LOL

Mike: Maybe next time…Scott is around.

Lance: Oh…so nice stroking my 7-inch dick while thinking of you…

Mike: Hmmm…same here

Lance: Hmmm…What is your penis like? LOL

Mike: OMG! You are not shy…cut to the chase…eh?

Lance: Heh heh

Mike: 8 inches, thick, hairy, and tons of foreskin…

Mike: 2 hairy balls full of cum to inseminate you

My undie is now soaked, and Mike and I just had sex not too long ago.

Mike: And a fat cockhead…just for you

Lance: All for me? LOL

Lance: What about your husband?

Mike: He can have a rubber dildo…LOL

Lance: ; -D

This is so humiliating but so stimulating. I have to look away for a few seconds to check on Mike. Walking back to the bedroom with a hard-on, I see the bathroom door still closed. Then, I go back to the living room and resume reading.

Lance: Do you like my body? Is it better than your husband’s?

Mike: LOL

Lance: You like my dick?

Mike: Haven’t seen it so not sure…prob 3′? LOL j/k

Lance: Angry face. 7″

Lance: How big is your husband?

Mike: I don’t know…maybe 5′ or so but cute

Lance: Pathetic! Tiny little pecker

Mike: Don’t be mean…LOL…yeah, he’s pretty small.

Lance: I want us 69…that’s hot!

Mike: Hmmm…thanks but na…that’s not my cup of tea…

Lance: You’re sure?

Mike: I’m sure…

Lance: Crying face

1 minute later…

Mike: Okay maybe a few kisses and licks…

Lance: : -)

Mike doesn’t suck–well he has sucked, or should I say licked, my cock maybe 5 times, and we’ve been together for years! He loves tongue fuck my ass though. They must have been busy jerking off as the next text was 8 minutes later.

Lance: I’m stroking dreaming of playing with your foreskin; licking it gently; making it all wet and moist.

Lance: Until the shaft is so hard…that the cockhead is starting to force itself away from the skin…

Lance: Then with my succulent lips I spit on the head distributing the saliva throughout the knob with my tongue…

Lance: Then I start sucking on your penis…

Lance: Slurp…slurp…hmmm so hard…so nice

Lance: Once your dick is all hard, wet, and ready

Lance: I position myself over your lap while you’re sitting in the toilet…teasing your dick with my ass crack…

Lance: Giving your pole a gentle tease till precum oozes out moisturizing my hole…

Lance: You like that?

There was no response from Mike.

Lance:???

Mike: Sorry…stroking hard now…can’t type lol

Mike: Go on…

Lance: Once my anus is coated istanbul travestileri with your precum, I slowly descend making sure your hard cock is completely buried in my pussy channel…until I can feel your manly bush against my butt cheeks.

Lance: Slowly I wiggle my ass. I can feel your precum is warming up my inside.

Lance: You’ve had enough teasing, so you firmly grab my waist with your muscular arms and press me down hard on your cock with such force that I won’t be able to sit for days.

Mike: I already blasted.

Lance: Hmmm…I haven’t finished my story lol

Mike: You’re good, bitch lol

Lance: 1 sec…

A pause.

Lance: Ok…I just came…that was awesome

Mike: LOL

Lance: You think one day we can try this for real? ; -)

Mike: Ha ha…I don’t think so…I’m married…I love Scott.

Lance: Pleaaaaseeee….

Mike: Na….that was nice…TTYL

Placing Mike’s phone down, I push down my shorts and undie and start pumping my dick profusely, without giving a damn if Mike walks in. Replaying those text massages in my head, I stroke and stroke. I envision Mike holding Lance intimately with his arms while impaling that asshole hard…harder than when he fucks me. Awwwww…I spew strings of cum in seconds.

Three weeks have gone by; our daily life has returned to normal without the presence of Lance–somewhat. Lance stops coming over, and our garden suffers as a consequence. Mike is busy with his work. We have cleaned up our garage. Boring. Things seem to be on the happy side except for my workplace–I’ve overheard that the company is looking to streamline its operations. Actually, rounds of layoffs have already begun.

Our sex life is not as rosy as I would like. Yes, we fuck, cuddle, and talk, but it’s a bit vanilla. It just lacks the sparks that Mike previously said. I’m starting to understand his concerns. Truthfully, not experiencing that heart-pumping adrenaline I’d get from seeing my husband flirt with Lance makes me feel lethargic and less sexual. Frankly, I do miss those impromptu jerk-off sessions I had while reading their text messages.

One night, while we are in bed, I express my concerns, “Babe, they might let me go at work.”

“Huh? What are you talking about? What happened baby?” Mike suddenly hugs me.

“Those assholes are trying to cut cost. So yeah, some people have been let go,” I sigh.

“When was this?”

“It started last week. My unit is coming up.”

“But that doesn’t mean you are one of them. Right? You’re a hard worker!” Mike expresses his support.

“Yeah, but I’m fairly new. They usually let new people go first.”

I continue, “I’ve been submitting my resumes, but so far, nothing.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be ok.” Mike gives me a peck of the forehead.

“Remember Lance was saying something about his aunt working as a nurse…so I just thought maybe I could get some referrals” I suggest to Mike.

Mike—–

What a fucking day! I’ve just found out that my husband might be let go by his employer. As if that is not bad enough, I now have to find a way to rectify our friendship with Lance, inviting him back into house. I love Scott, but sometimes I just don’t understand him. I don’t know. Maybe I should stop spoiling him too much.

I don’t think it will be a challenge though to reconnect with Lance. I didn’t really tell him to stop coming over to our house. I didn’t demand that he stop texting me. I just made excuses that I would be traveling quite a bit for a while and that Scott would take care of the garden and things. When Lance texted me, I just ignored him. Basically, Lance still does not know about this whole mess.

“Baby. Are you saying you want me to ask Lance about his aunt?” I ask Scott.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“Yeah. It does. I haven’t talked to him for weeks. You don’t want me to hang out with him, remember?” I answer.

“I know, but can you ask him?” Mike seems desperate.

“Let me try it again. Are you saying you want me to ask him for a favor? And…and…after that, we go back to ignoring him?”

Scott shrugs.

“You can’t do things like that, you know, right?” I warn Scott.

“I didn’t really mean to give you an ultimatum. I was just upset at what you guys did.” Scott goes on admitting, “Fine…do whatever you want; I want to see to make sure you behave.”

“You want to what? You want see Lance jerk me off?”

Scott’s face is now all rosy and shy.

“You are kinky baby! But, I’m going to have to charge you.” We’re laughing it up.

“You can also let him know his garden is dying.” Scott adds.

Dialing…

“Hey Lance!” I put him on speaker.

“Oh my! You haven’t returned my text or calls like forever!” Lance answers surprisingly.

“I miss you! I miss your cock!”

“Hmmm…you’re on speaker with me and Scott,” I’m embarrassed.

“Oh, sorry Scott; it was just a stupid flirt. You know me. Hah Hah.”

“It’s cool! Hey, I was going to ask you about your aunt. She’s an RN right?” Scott asks.

Did I just witness Scott dismissing Lance’s flirt just like that? What a shock!

I just let Scott take over the conversation.

The next day, Scott and I arrive at a Mexican restaurant and are seated at an outdoor table surrounded with elegant flowers. While waiting for a waiter, I start, “Call Scott. He has more info for you.”

“Can you just get travesti istanbul it for me?” Scott implores me while glancing at a menu cover.

“No. You call.” My firm remark catches Scott’s off guard.

“Hey Lance! How are you?” Scott utters.

“Hey Ya! Bored. Studying. What’s up!” Lance replies.

“I hear ya…I remember those old days…listen, Mike said you have some more info for me?”

“Oh yeah! Here’s her number. I talked to her already. No guarantees though. Good luck!” Lance says.

After the call, I assure Scott, “Babe, you haven’t lost your job yet and you’re already all stressed out. Chills…If you get fired, I’ll help you out financially until you get back on your feet. So…don’t fret over it.”

Then, I hand Scott an envelope, “Here’s something for you.”

“What’s this? I can’t take this! Where did it come from?”

“My discretionary bonus. Remember? Cancun vacation?” I refresh Scott’s memory.

“This is a lot! I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can.” I insist.

“Gosh! I’m like a gold digger,” Scott awkwardly accepts the gift.

“You are. But I’m happy to let you dig my gold.” I wink at him.

Two days later around late afternoon, Lance and his aunt, Lexie, drop by our house chitchatting a bit about jobs and stuff. We learn that Lexie’s hospital prefers using temporary nurses, but the pay rate is better. A good number of RNs have been offered permanent positions before. The conversation carries on for a good 2 hours.

Lance is wearing some cologne that gives off a very strange but exotic mix of sweetness, flowers, and ocean breeze. Everyone, including Scott, occasionally takes a deep breath as if it was cocaine. A very captivating scent indeed.

“You guys want to hang around? We can order in…maybe a movie after that…unless you guys have plans,” I suggest.

“That sounds like a good plan!” Lance is delighted.

“Sorry…I can’t…but Lance, you can stay. I’ll come and pick you up. Just call me,” Lexie confirms.

“No, Mike can give Lance a ride home later,” Scott suddenly recommends.

“Sure!” That’s strange given the beef they have between each other. I don’t know; maybe Scott has changed?

“What are we in the mood for tonight?” I ask them.

“Horror movies!!!,” Lance chuckles.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Scott indicates.

“Can you go make some popcorn, baby?” Lance asks me absence-mindedly.

I absolutely certain that Scott heard the word “baby” as he left the couch. I hope I don’t have to suffer the rant tonight.

“Popcorn is done.” I walk back into the room with a large bowl in one hand and a 6 pack of beer in the other after turning off the light. The room is now very dark with occasional gleams coming from the TV. I pause as I realize Scott and Lance are now sitting on opposite sides of the room. Lance takes the long couch; there is just barely enough room for me there with Scott’s laptop claiming a good chunk of space on the other end. Scott is in the loveseat, but there is no room for me. Shit! What should I do? Maybe I’m just over analyzing it but decide to move to the couch next to Lance.

Scott—–

This is awkward witnessing my husband sit next to Lance while I’m over here alone. They are so close–their arms are almost touching. I’m not going to let this happen. Attempting to upset the applecart, I get up to put my laptop away in hopes that, with more space, Lance can scoot over a bit. Upon my return, nothing has changed. Given the very dark environment, I can’t really tell what’s happening but undoubtedly my husband’s right is stretching out over Lance’s shoulder seemingly. This is usually our position–me laying my head on one of his outstretched arms–when we watch movies, except that this time it’s someone else. I try not to make a big fuzz about it.

I’m trying very hard to spy on their movements, but it’s so hard because it’s so dark. The only time I have a break is when a bright scene comes on. Being a horror movie, that is usually very sporadic. Plus, the volume is set on high that basically out sounds all the noises in the entire room. I have not seen anything out of the ordinary between them every time I’m given an opportunity to peek. This goes on for a while. I’m tired due to my strained eyes, so I relent my peeps.

Mike—–

45 minutes into the movie, Fuck! Lance’s hand is on my crotch. I sneak a glance at Scott. Phewwww…his eyes are on TV. The room is very dark, so I suppose it’s a challenge for Scott to even discern what is going on. I did not plan for this to happen, but Lance’s cologne–the scent is just so intoxicating. My nose keeps going back to his neck as if trying to devour the aroma. This is so nerve-racking; this is so obscenely erotic. As I make another attempt to sniff him, Lance raises his head up. Our lips are now less than 2 inches apart. Then, it happens. I find my lips uncontrollably lower to capture those succulent lips of Lance. Our lips touch for about 2 seconds. Then, I remember Scott. I withdraw and take another glance at him. He’s still focusing on the movie. Heart pumping nervously, I have to try those lips again even though I have told myself to quit. I keep repeating this routine for a few more times. Then, magic happens–we end up French kissing lovingly under this dark, erotic atmosphere. For a moment, I’ve completely forsaken Scott. Suddenly, I push my tongue in Lance’s mouth feeding him the wet digestive organ while guiding my right hand to his covered hole. I’m drunkenly in lust for about 5 minutes. I practically lose all sense of time and place until a loud sound on the TV jerks me back to reality. Thank God, Scott’s eyes are still glued to the TV–I think.

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CENTAURIAN

All Rights Reserved © 2022, Rick Haydn Horst

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER SIX

Released by the gods from its disconcerting doldrum, the wind continued its characteristic oceanic breeze, and when the captain gave the order for the ship to return to cruising speed, it rode the swells of the relatively calm waters at a fuel-saving twenty-two knots.

Since the entire incident with Kratos took less than sixty minutes, it left a few hours before the next work shift. Those who had awakened from their slumber tried to rest a little longer before morning, hoping they had seen the last of the overnight events.

As Emma, William, and Ronan, mounted the staircase, Liam, who trailed behind them, noticed a change on Ronan’s back and seemed alarmed by it. “Ah, Ronan…were you aware you have a new tattoo?” Liam tapped its location in the center of his back just below the one that read STALLION.

“I do? What is it?”

“It’s some kind of symbol about three inches tall and a bit less in width.”

Emma and William paused on the next floor before continuing upward, so she could have a look.

“It’s your mark,” she said. “I meant to tell you about it, but I hadn’t realized you would use your powers so soon.”

“I have my phone,” said William pulling it from his pocket. “I’ll take a photo and show you.”

“What does it mean?” asked Liam.

She traced it with her finger. “It’s the astrological symbol for Chiron fused to a backward ‘R’ for Ronan,” she said. “It marks upon his skin a visible sign of the permanent connection of Chiron to his former self. So, he could use it as a symbol for the name Ronan Stallion or for the Centaurian. William, dear, please send me a copy of that. I’ll send it to Caleius for inclusion on Ronan’s future clothing.”

“It is an attractive design,” said Ronan studying the image on the screen, “but I happen to know that someone invented this astrological symbol for Chiron in the twentieth century for a newly discovered orbiting body.”

“That doesn’t matter,” she said. “It’s just symbolic. If people refused to use a symbol due to its recent invention, no symbol would ever become old.”

“This was your idea, wasn’t it?” he asked her.

“Prometheus decided long ago using the power would result in a mark, but nothing distasteful, of course. Since I stay au courant [conversant] with life on Earth, its appearance and location he left to me. I put a lot of thought into it and considered assorted designs over the years, but I settled on this one due to the name of the orbiting body, and just as with you, it has a hybrid nature. Do you disapprove?”

Ronan shook his head. “I like it; it makes a great tattoo. While you’re at it, let Caleius know that my Centaurian shirts need to leave my back unobstructed for my wings.” He gazed upon Liam. “Regardless of my angelic appearance, I will use those when necessary.”

“I can’t say I blame you,” he said. “They’re too awesome to forgo. But now that you’ve used your power, why don’t you just manifest your own clothing from now on?”

“I’m sure I could, but I’m not a designer. I would need a pattern to copy.”

When Liam noticed Emma studying his eyes, he opened them wide to give her a better view.

“You must be absorbing Ambrosia in quantities that no one ever has,” she said. “The gods are lucky to get a few glasses on Olympus. So, if you made a guess, how much do you think you’re getting?”

Liam shrugged a little. “Two liters, maybe.”

“Every day?” asked Emma.

“No, every time. So, six or seven liters a day, probably.”

She gasped. “Oh, sweetie, I don’t know what that will do to you.”

“That’s a lot of anything to put into your body,” said William.

“It won’t kill him,” said Ronan.

“Well…no, it won’t do that,” she admitted.

“So far,” said Liam, “it seems to make me leaner, more muscular, tan, and green-eyed.” He shrugged. “Let’s see what else it will do.”

“Very well,” she said, “that’s up to you, but just know you’ve entered unknown territory.”

They parted ways, and upon entry of their cabin, Ronan headed straight to the sink, not that he had an overly fastidious nature, but he had touched that foul-smelling god and wanted to remove any residue. As he stood there washing his hands of Kratos, he gazed into the mirror at himself and asked how he felt about having—in all honesty—executed him. He questioned whether he had made the right choice, but he hoped that having the knowledge of his ability to destroy a god would deter Zeus from further action, but he wasn’t the sort to give up, and Ronan had a much greater vulnerability than his lack of buoyancy.

Liam had removed his clothing and kissed him the moment he istanbul travesti emerged from the bathroom. Ronan held him in his arms, appreciating his ability to save himself from a long sojourn away from Liam at the bottom of the ocean.

Straddling Ronan’s body on the bed, the head of Liam’s cock lay on Ronan’s lips. He kissed it repeatedly. Liam bent down kissing Ronan who moved back and forth between kissing Liam’s lips and the head of his cock.

“I like you this big,” said Ronan.

“If it were up to you, you’d have me leaving three trails in the sand, wouldn’t you?”

Ronan’s brows rose in interest. “At least three!”

“Oh, at least!” Liam laughed. “And preferably more, right?”

“Uh-huh.” Ronan smiled, pulled Liam’s face to his, and kissed him. “You never have to say it back to me, but I meant what I said to you earlier on the bridge. I do love you.”

“I know. Would you really not want to hear me say it back?”

“A lot of people feel an expectation of having to say it in return when told they are loved. I know you prefer to avoid mushiness, so you never have to say it. To me, your actions practically yell it from the mountaintops.”

Liam kissed him for several minutes and felt the heat on his back from Ronan’s erect Centaurian appendage. Once they had begun having regular sex, it always leaked a stream of slippery precum when erect, making entry into Liam’s body smooth and pleasurable.

They moved to Ronan’s favorite position with Liam lying on his back, Ronan deep inside him, and Liam’s cock in his mouth. He rubbed the head on Liam’s hole, which had become nothing more than a port of entry to give Liam orgasms and fill him with Ambrosia.

The soft-coated steel bar of Ronan’s cock began its long slide into Liam’s interior world, a place to bond in waves of mutual pleasure. He fucked inch after inch deep inside Liam, giving him exactly what he needed, that stretched and full sensation.

Liam ran his hands over Ronan’s impossibly muscular body, and he marveled over how it flexed as he thrust into him. He knew, if he wanted, Ronan could fuck him continually for a hundred years—one orgasm after another—and not make a dent on the sustained pleasure his body was capable of supplying. In all the universe, no one else like Ronan existed and his love came with a privilege that only he would ever know.

One inch. They had reached that last inch his body had trouble accepting, defying his wishes with its stubborn refusal to allow entry. Ronan never complained, but Liam wanted it all, so he could get that rough pelvis-to-ass banging he so often needed. The continuous pistoning, the thrust and pull of cock went on for fifteen minutes. Ronan lifted Liam’s cock and bent to stuff the head into his mouth. Liam’s would need to be even longer if Ronan were to perform that maneuver with greater ease, but the simultaneous suck and fuck had him on the verge of orgasm. He jacked his monstrosity into his lover’s mouth and when he came, Ronan began to fill him. He allowed himself to savor the pleasurable waves of paroxysmal spasms that accompanied every jet of Ambrosia filling Liam’s body. It went on and on, and Liam loved to watch him knowing he helped make it happen, and he could feel every surge of the magical liquid like the mild quake of a gasoline pump, filling Liam’s tank with Ronan’s nozzle deep inside him.

Lost in the sensation, Ronan kept slowly fucking a few inches in and out of Liam as he filled him, and when their usual stopping point—the fifteen-minute mark—came and went, it continued. Curious to know how long an orgasm Ronan could sustain, and how much Ambrosia he could hold, Liam allowed it. He had already reached the point of saturation and adding more had begun to supersaturate every cell in his body. When the twenty-minute mark came, and his belly felt like a balloon, he began to feel strange.

“Ronan,” he said placing his hand on Ronan’s chest, “you need to stop.”

His eyes opened. “Okay.” He laid his hand on Liam’s belly. “Wow. How do you feel?”

“As content as a kitten with a belly full of cream. Don’t pull out. May I sleep on you a bit before morning?”

“Of course.” He pulled Liam to him and kissed him. He held him in place as he laid upon the bed with his sleepy man atop him fully impaled on his long nozzle.

As Liam slept, Ronan thought about what had happened with Kratos. As per his information, if Prometheus foresaw him dethroning Zeus and had kept vital information from him—or whatever may be the case—if necessary, he knew he would forgive him anything for bringing Liam into his life. There were things beyond price, especially the love of a good man.

In the darkness, Ronan concentrated and sensed the swirling imagery that accompanied his connection to Prometheus. The minutes slipped away, but he never had to ask his question, and he barely had time for an answer; morning would soon arrive.

“I know what you will ask, my son,” he told Ronan. “The istanbul travestileri answer is not a simple yes or no. Have I seen you dethrone Zeus? The answer is yes, but I have told no one of this. What you have experienced, is someone manipulating both you and the future by lying in the present. Their lie has created a chain reaction that will result in Zeus’s removal from the throne because he will give you no real choice but to remove him. I’m uncertain who has started this lie, but know this, having told it, doesn’t necessarily make them your enemy. There are mitigating circumstances.”

A knock came upon their cabin door which disrupted Ronan’s conversation with Prometheus. The captain had requested that his three passengers join him and the first mate in the meeting room just before breakfast.

Liam led the way, and with his body having absorbed the Ambrosia, he appeared slightly taller and more muscular than before. Emma followed him, then William, and Ronan came last, dressed in shorts and a tank top identical to the ones he wore the previous day, with CENTAURIAN stitched across the chest. They found the meeting room, a bland space located on the third floor with a table at the far end with several chairs surrounding it. Apart from that, the room contained a lot of empty space for the many folded chairs held in a rack against the back wall for the crew to use in a congregational fashion.

At the table sat their hosts with a laptop. Their expressionless faces foretold the serious nature of the gathering, although the specifics remained unclear as the passengers and William seated themselves.

“We have a question,” said the captain. “As you know, the company equipped the ship with several CCTV cameras, and it caught on camera the altercation between Herr Stallion and Kratos. So, we have something for you to see.”

“The ship’s computer stores the video feeds and uploads them via our satellite link to the company’s server,” said Paul. “I transferred this to the laptop after I saw it.” He played the file for them, which included an audio track.

The video began just before Kratos arrived, and when he did, he walked forward, fading into existence where he stood waiting. It recorded the words he yelled to the bridge, Ronan joining him atop the containers, and everything said between them. Then Ronan, with his face to the sky, shouted to Zeus, but the moment the two men ran toward one another, three men faded into view at the lower end of the image and watched the scene with great interest.

Liam leaned in for a closer look. The video cut to a different camera angle with a closer shot of the men as they stood near the superstructure. “Is that who I think that is?”

Paul touched the space bar on the laptop to pause the video with the image of the men.

“That is our question,” said the captain.

The three of them had perfectly built, muscular bodies—as befitting gods—dark hair with a beard, and none of them looked older than thirty-five years old. One stood naked holding a trident; one wore only a pair of what looked like black jeans and held a bident; the third one wore a pair of white pull-on linen pants carrying a single-pointed staff.

Emma nodded. “They are exactly who you think they are.”

“Kratos had me so busy,” said Ronan, “I hadn’t noticed them.”

“Let’s see the rest,” said Liam.

Paul increased the volume of the laptop and continued the video. Ronan dodged all that Kratos gave him, and they spoke only a moment. Rapidly, Ronan had Kratos immobilized and jumped with him into the sky. On the camera with the better view, the three men watched with their heads tipped back, and a few moments later, a bright blue flash lit the sky and illuminated the ship and the water around them.

The three men began speaking a language only Emma and Ronan could understand, so Emma translated for them.

Poseidon turned to Zeus. “What am I supposed to see, brother?”

“That abomination can destroy a god,” said Zeus.

Hades shrugged. “So what. Good for him.”

“That abomination, as you call him,” said Poseidon, “is our brother.”

“He’s no brother of mine,” said Zeus.

“He is half Chiron,” said Hades, “so he’s our brother whether you like it or not.”

“He tricked me into setting Prometheus free. Chiron is supposed to be dead.”

“You called me away from my millennium marathon of coitus with Persephone for some vendetta, is that it?”

“You saw how dangerous he is,” said Zeus. “He will dethrone me; the word is that Prometheus has seen it.”

“Prometheus has remained in hiding since he created the first Stallion,” said Poseidon. “He knew you would punish him after saving Chiron. So, you don’t know the source of that rumor.”

“I only saw that foolish prick, Kratos,” said Hades, “pick a fight with the most powerful kid on the playground—who was just minding his own damn business, might I add—and he paid for it with his life. Those who poke their travesti istanbul finger into the eye of a scorpion should expect to get stung. I don’t blame the Centaurian for his actions (I wouldn’t put up with Kratos’s behavior either), but since you instigated it, Zeus, I do blame you. This is the second one of us you’ve destroyed in your feeble attempt to kill the Centaurian. He made his point clearly; if you leave him alone, he will leave you alone, a sentiment upon which I wholeheartedly subscribe.” Hades shook his head emphatically. “I will not help you with a problem of your own making.” He stepped away and faded into nothingness.

“Nor will I,” said Poseidon. “Hades is correct, entirely, and I have been approached twice; the others have concerns over your growing paranoia. Perhaps, it’s time you retired.”

“I will not,” said Zeus, incensed over the idea.

“Over the ages,” said Poseidon, “none of the Stallions have ever shown malice. Generally, we have left them alone, and they have left us alone. Incidentally, why did you ensure Aquila’s birth?”

“I wanted future leverage,” said Zeus, “in case it proved necessary.”

“Oh, yes, of course.” Poseidon rolled his eyes a little. “I suppose, I should expect nothing better of you, but the Centaurian has more power than you’ve realized—likely greater than your own. If you push him, he has the power and the will to defend both himself and others, but he doesn’t want your throne.”

“No, he doesn’t want it; I think Prometheus does, and he will use the Centaurian to get it.”

“If he should dethrone you, I can only hope he will show you more mercy than he just showed to Kratos. Let it go, brother.” Poseidon heard the people leaving the superstructure, saying no more, he stepped away and vanished. Likewise, Zeus walked forward and disappeared as well.

Paul paused the video.

Liam turned to Ronan. “Why is Zeus so down on you?”

“Zeus never liked Chiron.”

“Really?” asked Emma. “I never knew that.”

“The evidence had lain before everyone to see. Chiron was immortal, so when Heracles accidentally struck him with the poison arrow, rather than dying, he would have lived a life of suffering, so he asked Zeus to trade his immortality in exchange for letting Prometheus go. Zeus should have released Prometheus long before then, but he never would, so this begs the question, why would Zeus consider Chiron giving up his immortality a sufficient price for letting Prometheus go? What sort of trade is that? Had no one ever asked that question?”

Emma thought about it for a moment and shook her head. “I hadn’t thought about it before, but…now that you mention it.”

Ronan continued, “Chiron was viewed mostly as a teacher, a tutor, and a healer. And while the gods could appreciate his abilities along those lines, Zeus never considered him his half-brother, and although Chiron was a demigod, no one treated him as such. He was an outlier, an oddity. Chiron knew how Zeus felt, but others felt kindlier toward him, and he was useful, so Zeus tolerated his existence.

“If Zeus had denied Chiron’s request, no matter how agonizing, he would have remained. But Chiron never liked the way Zeus continually punished Prometheus, so he offered to give Zeus what he really wanted—Chiron’s absence—in exchange for letting Prometheus go. Zeus agreed to his proposal, putting on a show of taking pity on Chiron for his suffering, and as a consolation, he gave Chiron a celestial equivalent to a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame with the constellation Centaurus. Some people like to say that Zeus placed them among the stars, but they’re not actually there, are they? It’s just representative. To my mind, it’s no better than some company giving a retiring employee their name on the company plaque—which hangs on the wall of some obscure hallway—and a gold watch before shoving them out the door.”

Emma laughed to herself and placed her hand on Ronan’s. “That sounds like your humanity giving Chiron the voice he apparently couldn’t find at the time. I’m so pleased that he lives on within you. I had no idea about any of that.”

“Herr Stallion,” said the captain, “as the one ultimately responsible for this vessel and crew, I must ask. Has not the video indicated that we are in danger?”

“That’s a probability,” said Ronan. “I offer you my apologies, captain. Would you prefer that we left the ship?”

“Wouldn’t that leave us vulnerable?” he asked.

Ronan closed his eyes and tipped his head. “Maybe, but we must leave when we reach Genoa.”

“Might Zeus sink the ship before we get there?” asked William.

“Don’t give him any ideas,” said Paul.

“Guaranteed, he has already thought of it,” said Emma, “and he might try.”

“What would that get him?” asked Liam.

“Apart from making me furious?” asked Ronan. “I don’t know.” He turned to Emma. “Have you the ability to transport anyone?”

She shook her head. “I don’t have that kind of power. I can move myself and relatively small inanimate objects, but not anything as complex as a person and nothing large. You probably can, however. That, and a lot more.”

“I have little doubt that I can play the piano,” said Ronan, “but that wouldn’t mean that I know how.”

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Chapter 7: CALEB

And I thought yesterday had been unpredictable. Today has been a complete rollercoaster. Yeong-soo and I spent all day having what felt like a ridiculously perfect romantic winter frolic in the snow, and then in the loft, there was that unbelievable closeness while we were stargazing, but then I was crushed by Yeong-soo’s only slightly sugarcoated explanation that he was going to return to his “normal” life as one of the biggest actors in the world. But then, how could that have been any kind of surprise? There’s no way in hell he would give up his huge career just for someone like me after just a couple of days. What kind of fantasy had I been building up in my head? That we would live happily ever after on this farm? As if.

And then, I don’t even know how we got there, but I ended up baring my soul to him. Told him about what happened with my parents and me, stuff that I’ve never told anyone. Cried in front of him, which should have felt embarrassing, but he held my hand and comforted me and it didn’t feel embarrassing at all. (Okay, maybe a little bit. But not as much as I would have expected.) Along the way I also found out he was gay, and I would have been ecstatic at hearing it if he hadn’t just told me that he would never be able to have a relationship with me.

And now we’re… decorating a Christmas tree in front of a crackling fire to the sounds of Bing Crosby’s Christmas album on cassette? Good Lord, I don’t think either of us would have guessed that this is what we’d be doing tonight, not in a million years.

Deciding on the actual tree was actually not too hard. A lot of the firs by the barn were way too tall, and of the ones that were the right height, only a few of them were a good shape and size. Using a two-person saw to cut it down was a little bit overkill, but I thought it would be fun for Yeong-soo to try it out, and it also wasn’t too hard to drag it back to the house with both of us pulling it. While I was setting up the tree in the living room, Yeong-soo pulled out the boxes of ornaments he’d found yesterday. The boxes even contained needle and thread and popcorn for making popcorn garlands, so we popped some of the popcorn and tackled that first. (Well, actually me pouring us large glasses of wine came first.)

Our conversation in the loft seems to have removed any remaining barriers between us, I mean in terms of what we could talk about. Yeong-soo told me about his one and only gay relationship, with another actor when he was first starting to get big roles, and I told him about my longest relationship. David was a guy I had met at work in Singapore and he had been a great guy, but looking back I was definitely not in love with him. I mean, at the time I’d liked him a lot, but comparing what I felt for him to what I feel for Yeong-soo is like comparing chalk and cheese. They’re both good-looking, although in very different ways. David was a gym bunny and had a lot of muscle. Yeong-soo is also muscular, but he’s lean and not bulky at all. David and Yeong-soo are also both intelligent, but David’s smarts seemed reserved for our work and strategizing how to make lots of money. We didn’t really talk about culture or our emotions or anything like that. I’d never really noticed it at the time, but we didn’t talk about much that was meaningful or very deep in general. I don’t think he once asked me about why my relationship with my parents was so strained. We basically just did a lot of stuff, like work out together or travel, go to movies or out to bars or clubs with friends. David was a great boyfriend, on the surface. Easy to be around, no major disagreements or drama or anything, someone that all my friends envied me having.

But Yeong-soo… Wow, it’s like the difference between a match and an inferno. I never “clicked” with David, not even after more than a year together, the way that I did with Yeong-soo after just a couple of hours. Spending time with Yeong-soo is just so easy. Yes, there’s the physical attraction. I mean, the man’s an international heartthrob for a reason. But he’s also just so damn smart and sensitive and kind and funny, and he just seems to “get” me, even when I’m being too quiet or too agitated.

…And he’s leaving tomorrow. Even if we did somehow keep in touch, what then? I already know just how far away Korea is, having done those futile trips back home to try to see my parents from when I was working there multiple times. It’s practically on the other side of the world. When’s the next time he’s going to be anywhere near Wisconsin? When would I have any reason to be in Asia again? We would be able to see each other what, a few days every few years? We live completely different lives.

Anyway, I’ve gotten off track. Naturally I don’t tell Yeong-soo how much more amazing he is than my previous boyfriend. I just tell him the basics, and that when I decided to move back to the farm David and I had both agreed that we should split up rather than try to do a long istanbul travesti distance relationship. We’d only been dating for a little over a year and he was still working in Asia at the time. I thought I saw Yeong-soo look a little thoughtful at that part particularly, about why David and I had split up, but who am I kidding? Yeong-soo was right to make me face the truth. If David and I knew we weren’t going to be able to make our relationship work, there’s no chance in hell that Yeong-soo and I would be able to. Even if we could have all the chemistry in the world between us, Yeong-soo’s world, of celebrity and constant attention and constant activity, is even further away from mine than David’s was. He might as well be living on the moon.

I try not to think about the disappointment of never seeing Yeong-soo again after tomorrow and just enjoy the remaining time we have left. After we finish making the popcorn garlands, I initiate Yeong-soo to the whole Davies’ elaborate Christmas tree decorating ritual. First, the strands of lights go on, and there’s a very specific strategy my dad had that’s involved in spacing everything perfectly evenly and hiding all the wires. Then the garlands go on, and then there was the annual debate we used to have every year about whether we should put tinsel on the tree or not. My mom always thought it looked a little too flashy and tacky, but Dad said it was tradition, and then my mom would always still pretend to argue about it before giving in. And then all the Christmas balls went on (which also had to be perfectly evenly spaced around the tree), and finally all the other “baubles”, the random assortment of Christmas ornaments that we’d accrued over the years. I try not to bore Yeong-soo with the history of every single one of these ornaments, but I do point out some really nice intricately designed ones handmade in silver that had been passed down through the generations.

“That’s weird,” I say as we get through the last box of ornaments.

“What’s weird?” Yeong-soo asks absentmindedly as he studies the tree from multiple angles. He’s thoroughly enjoying the tree decorating and has become as obsessive about finding just the right place for each ornament as my mom would be.

“The star is missing,” I say, looking in vain through each of the already emptied boxes.

“Find Polaris first,” he says. At my quizzical look, he says in a schoolteacher voice, “If you’re having trouble locating a star, use Polaris as a reference point to the North Celestial Pole. You know, Polaris, the North Star? Don’t you remember what you just taught me?”

“Whoa! Did you just make an astronomy joke??” (Be still my beating heart!!)

“I’m a fast learner,” Yeong-soo says casually, but he can’t hide his amazingly cute smug smile. We share a hearty laugh, but I’m still wracking my brain for where the star topper could be.

“Obviously, I mean the star topper,” I say still chuckling, and then I explain. “For the tree. We always put it on last. It’s like… the cherry on top of a sundae. It was my parents’ absolute favorite thing. It’s what means it’s really the start of the Christmas holiday season. Did you see any other boxes in the closet where these were?”

“No, sorry. Do you need help looking?” Yeong-soo asks.

“No, I’ll go see if I can find it. I’ll be right back.”

I rummage around the garage and do a quick check of the dark corners of some seldom-used cupboards, but no dice. Then I take a deep breath as I steel myself to go into my parents’ old room and check there.

I’d been avoiding doing anything in my parents’ room since they’d passed away, but my need to see the tree completed overrides my strong desire to stay away from it. I check my dad’s closet first since he’s the one who was the head tree decorator, but like him it’s tidy and organized and it’s easy to see that there isn’t much in there, certainly nothing that looks remotely like a box of Christmas decorations.

I poke around my mom’s closet next, but still nothing. Thoroughly puzzled, I check the drawers of the dressers in the room just in case…

And there it is. In the top drawer of my mom’s dresser is a smallish white cardboard box, and I recognize it right away. I pull the box out and hold it in both of my hands a moment. I notice my hands are trembling and that my breathing has suddenly gone wobbly.

“Is that it?” Yeong-soo has come looking for me, and he stands hesitantly at the doorway looking in.

“Yes,” I say shakily.

“Are you okay?”

He asks the question softly and I look up at him in a daze. Yeong-soo must have seen how unsettled I am because in a moment he’s come in to stand next to me for some much-needed support and I give him a weak, grateful smile in thanks.

“I don’t know why I’m getting so emotional,” I say apologetically, my voice strangely thin in my ears.

“It’s okay,” he says, soothingly.

I nod and turn back to the box. I open the lid almost ceremoniously, istanbul travestileri and we both look down at the star with reverence. It’s golden but not really ornate, and it seems beautiful to me in its classic, timeless simplicity. I lift the star out and hold it, and it feels heavier and more substantial than I remember it. I feel tears pricking my eyes, so before I start crying again I hurriedly set the star aside and check the rest of the box’s contents.

But what I see makes the tears start flowing for real. Next to where the star was is a carved wooden ornmanent, and it’s made up of three names in script with swirls connecting them together: “Joshua”, “Abigail”, and… “Caleb”.

I turn to Yeong-soo with tears dripping down. “This is–” I try to explain in a strangled voice. “This is the ornament my dad carved the year I was born. My first Christmas.”

Yeong-soo puts a comforting arm around my shoulders, and wiping my eyes I look down into the box again.

In utter disbelief I pull out a small stack of envelopes wrapped in a ribbon, envelopes that, impossibly, I think I recognize. They’re greeting cards. Still not believing what I’m seeing, I slowly untie the ribbon and pull out the first card. The envelope has been opened, and it’s a birthday card I’d sent to my mom. The last one before she’d died. I had kept sending them cards for every holiday even though they weren’t speaking to me and I’d had no idea if they’d even bothered to read them. The next card is another birthday card, for my dad, that’s also been read. And the next is an Easter card to the both of them. And on and on and on.

They’d gotten all of my cards. They’d read all of them. And they’d kept them. And not just anywhere. With one of their most cherished possessions, the Christmas tree star. When the realization finally hits me, the floodgates burst open, and I’m consumed by emotion. My entire body is wracked with convulsing sobs of, I don’t know, sadness and happiness, relief and release I guess, and most of all, love for my parents. My parents hadn’t abandoned me after all, not completely. At some level, they still cared about me. Not enough to go against their church, not enough to have a relationship with me, but enough to still remember me and think about me, and love me in the only way they felt they could.

Blind with tears I reach towards Yeong-soo instinctively, and he takes the stack of cards from my frozen hands and puts them away and then enfolds me in a tight embrace. His warmth and his solid frame are strong and comforting, and as we stand together he strokes my hair as I sob like a baby on his shoulder.

I’m lost on a sea of emotions, and I don’t know how much time passes. But gradually my sobs die down and finally I’m all tapped out and I run out of tears. I feel limp and drained, and I’m so grateful that I have Yeong-soo to literally lean on. As I become aware of the fact we’re hugging and that I’ve likely ruined what is probably a very expensive shirt, I raise my head a little off of his shoulder, still sniffling.

“Sorry,” I say. Then feeling lonely and needy and sad I ask weakly into his neck, “Do you mind if we stay like this just a little longer?”

I can’t see his face, but I can imagine Yeong-soo’s look of understanding. “Of course. Take as long as you need. I’m here for you,” he tells me.

With a sigh I lay my head back on Yeong-soo’s shoulder and draw strength from his embrace. I try not to think of anything beyond that as my emotional batteries gradually recharge. I’m just appreciating how incredibly kind Yeong-soo is being to someone who is essentially a stranger.

Eventually I get to a point where I’ve recovered enough to be able to realize I’m enjoying Yeong-soo’s embrace more on a more personal level than as a source of comfort, so I pull away reluctantly. In all honesty I would have loved to have stayed held in his arms all night.

“Thanks,” I say exhausted, flopping down onto the edge of the bed. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been here.”

“You would have managed,” Yeong-soo says taking a seat next to me. “You’re strong. You’ve gone through a lot. You’ve survived a lot.”

“Maybe so. But I’m still a mess.”

“You’re fine,” Yeong-soo says, giving me another heartmelting look that I can only describe as “tender” and one last pat on the arm.

I guess I look a little lost, because Yeong-soo offers up a suggestion.

“Ready to put the star on the tree?” he asks.

I nod wordlessly, and I stand up and grab hold of the precious box of cards and the wooden ornament, leaving Yeong-soo to pick up the star. He steers me out of my parents’ room and back to the living room, and I carefully place the box of cards on the table there. Yeong-soo starts to pass the star to me, but feeling grateful for his presence I shake my head indicating that he should have the honor of doing it. He watches as I put my father’s carved ornament in place near the top of the tree, travesti istanbul and then, finally, Yeong-soo puts the star above the ornament, right at the very top.

We take a moment to stand back and admire the completed tree together, and then I collapse down onto the couch to stare at its white lights. Yeong-soo joins me, and we just sit in silence for a while, just looking at the tree, letting a calmness settle over us.

Feeling dead tired and sapped of strength I close my eyes and rest my head on my right arm on the back of the couch, just for a moment. I don’t have to look at my watch to know it’s gotten fantasticaly late. Even the thought of having to walk all the way to my bedroom and change my clothes to go to sleep seems impossible, and plus I’m still clinging to every last moment I can spend with Yeong-soo. I’d stay up all night if I could, but I can tell that my ability to stay awake is rapidly diminishing. Already I’m drifting off despite my best efforts.

“Beautiful,” I think I hear Yeong-soo say, or maybe I’ve dozed off already? I half-open my eyes assuming he’s talking about the Christmas tree, but when I do I can see he’s looking straight at me, with a curious half-smile on his face and a strange glowing warmth in his eyes.

With a vague feeling of deja vu, I give up resisting and move my arm so that I can lean into Yeong-soo’s left side and then I close my eyes again. Was it really only last night that Yeong-soo was falling asleep on my shoulder? I wonder to myself sleepily. Yeong-soo seems to hesitate for a moment, but then I feel him putting his arm around me and pulling me closer to him. Feeling warm and safe and cared for I let myself drift off, up into the clear and peaceful starry night sky, the stars twinkling like the lights on a Christmas tree.

***

During the night I surface from sleep several times. A few times are barely conscious feelings of warmth and comfort, moving closer to Yeong-soo, wrapping my arm around his front and feeling his left arm squeezing me even closer, or his right hand reaching out to cover mine. I surface momentarily when I feel Rosie and Sonia joining us, and again when I notice that Yeong-soo has taken one of the throw blankets that had been lying on the couch and placed it over the both of us. Another time I dimly notice that Yeong-soo’s head is resting lightly on mine. And then there’s one time when I notice my head has migrated from Yeong-soo’s shoulder to closer to his face, my lips almost resting against his cheek. In my almost-asleep state I almost lean forward to plant a kiss on that beautifully smooth cheek, but even with all my defenses down I know deep down that that’s a bad idea and I manage to resist and fall back asleep without ruining everything.

Warm. Safe. Cared for. With Yeong-soo…

***

My body wakes up at the usual time, and my mind wakes to the full realization that I’ve slept on Yeong-soo’s shoulder for hours. He’s fast asleep and breathing lightly, and his arm is still wrapped around me. For the first time since I’ve come back to the farm I think, I don’t get up to do the daily chores. They can wait for a little while. I just close my eyes again and enjoy the warmth and closeness of Yeong-soo and let myself fall back to sleep, just this once. Together with him, just for a little longer, just a few more precious moments…

***

It’s the sound of a vehicle driving up the gravel driveway and stopping in front of the house that jerks me awake for good. My brain is still mostly asleep and slow to put thoughts together, but I remember that Yeong-soo is leaving today and the thought that I’d been trying to avoid is no longer avoidable and it fills me with an immediate sense of dread.

Yeong-soo stirs next to me, and in my conscious state I suddenly realize that I have in fact been asleep on his shoulder, so I quickly move myself away from him and out from the warmth of the blanket we had been sharing, the daylight bringing a return to rationality. The fire in the fireplace has died out and I feel cold, and just in the few seconds it takes me to fully awaken I can hear that the vehicle has stopped, its door slams, and then there’s the sound of a few steps coming up the front walkway. And then, a very decisive knock on the door.

By this time Yeong-soo has also awoken, and the look of surprise on his face must be the same as on my own.

“Who is it? Do you know?” he asks me, and if I weren’t feeling so anxious I would have stopped to fully admire how amazing Yeong-soo looks just after waking up, with his slightly rumpled hair and sleepy eyes.

“I don’t know,” I tell him as I get up and hurriedly go to the door. “Aaron’s mom, maybe? But I doubt it, this early…”

I open the door, and there in front of me is a petite, intense-looking young woman wearing glasses who I’ve never seen before.

“Hello, I’m Gabriella Domingo. I’m looking for Mr. Kim? I believe this is the location where he said he would be staying.”

I look dumbly at the hand she has stretched out in front of me, and then reach out slowly to shake it as I try to remember my manners.

“Hi,” I say hoarsely and then clear my throat and try again. “Hi, I’m Caleb. Caleb Davies. Yes, here’s here. Please come in.”

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It wasn’t ever hard to find someone to make a housecall when I felt my dad needed a good dicking. For obvious reasons, I never felt the need to do it myself. On top of that, I always got a good chuckle from seeing my dad jump whenever the doorbell rang, unsure if it was a normal guest or one who would be pounding him.

Most recently, I had been talking to an older Dom who was looking to have a no-holds barred session. His name was Jefferson, and he was a bear with a thick cock to match his hairy body. He stood about 6’2 and weighed around 230; the perfect “man’s man” that my dad needed to be put in his place by. He came round on a Friday, about 3 in the afternoon. The goal was to have the evening be long enough that he could do anything he thought of and not worry about time constraints.

The doorbell rang, my dad looked at me, and I gave him a smile. He immediately knew that he would be busy tonight. Jefferson walked in confidently, looking around to spot his new bitch. When he saw my dad, who he recognized from pictures I had been sending/posting on dating sites, a devious smile came across his face. Without saying a word, he strode across the room and put a hand on my father’s throat. He bent down to kiss him, exploring the warm and wet mouth with his tongue. As Jefferson’s tongue massaged my dad’s, his free hand gripped the back of my dad’s head. With a firm grip, he kept the head totally still so that avoidance of any kind was no longer an option.

Eventually Jefferson’s mouth broke contact with my father’s, and he began to give deep wet kisses across the still-immobile face in front of him. Saliva coated my dads face, seemingly every inch of it. Jefferson pulled my dad to his feet and moved him into the bedroom. He istanbul travesti wasted no time with foreplay, pulling down my dad’s sweatpants and underwear to his ankles. He spent a brief moment tonguing my dad’s ass before pulling down his own pants to reveal an uncut cock about 8 or 9 inches long.

With a deep groan, he began to push deeper and deeper inside my father. His hole accepted the cock easily, as it had been trained to do. However, he either didn’t have experience with such a long or thick cock, as he let out a moan too. Compared to Jefferson’s masculine sound, my father sounded like a barely legal co-ed. Jefferson realized this too, and remarked about how cute my dad sounded when he took cock.

Jefferson began to rock back and forth, using my dad as a living sex toy. The warm hole, while still loose, was plenty tight enough to bring it’s new owner to the verge of climax fairly quickly. But he had no intentions on shooting his load so early, and without my dad working for it. He pulled out of my dad in a flash, and repositioned him such that he was now face-fucking my dad with his unclean cock. It should be mentioned that we had a strict “no condom” rule in the house. If my dad was going to get fucked, he was going to be a proper cum dumpster.

I could see my dad’s jaw move as his tongue swirled to clean off the cock that had only moments again been deep inside his rear. Jefferson dropped his head back, a clear sign that my dad’s mouth was performing as it should. The face-fucking began in earnest as Jefferson fought my dad’s gag reflex. He leaned into it, pushing my dad’s head back as he struggled to stay upright. A pair of heavy balls smacked his chin over and over as the cock seemed to go right down his istanbul travestileri throat. When my dad started to gag, Jefferson would smack him across the face. The sudden shock caused a greater gag, which acted as a massager for the shaft greasy shaft. After some time, Jefferson again pulled out.

He seemed to suddenly get more sadistic, apparently his initial test being passed. He ordered my father to lay down on his back, a command which was followed without hesitation. He had learned well. Jefferson turned around, and planted his ass right over my dad’s face. He had mentioned online that he was into smothering, and now I got to see it in action. He posted his legs and arms in such a way that he was stable while still keeping the maximum amount of pressure on his new seat.

He simply sat still, not saying anything or even moving too much. Eventually, the breath emptied out of his human furniture. My dad (and I, admittedly) assumed Jefferson would sit up after a while to give some fresh air. This was not the case. Jefferson smiled as my began to move, nervously at first, and then slowly developing into a panic. His body thrashed as he tried to break a gap to get oxygen. It worked, and he made a quick inhale before his scared expression was swallowed up by a hairy ass. Jefferson was displeased, and knew how to correct this mistake.

Still sitting on my dad’s face and in the direction of his body, he picked up my dad’s legs and held them under his arms. My dad was now shaped like a capital “C”, with his feet overhanging his head. This removed a great deal of leverage, which he realized when he tried again to struggle for air. Jefferson had only to keep his arms clenched to continue the suffocation. My dad returned travesti istanbul to bucking like a bronco, an amusing sight. I truly thought Jefferson would remain there to the point it became an issue, but I chose not to intervene. I was simply too curious. As my dad began to slow down, he made one last, desperate attempt to break free: he began to scream.

This was what Jefferson had been waiting for. The vibrations against his hole must have been pleasurable, because he again let out a moan and raised his ass to give my dad some much needed air. Like a fish out of water, my dad sucked in whatever he could. He caught on too, because once Jefferson took his seat again he immediately began to shout. Now with that, Jefferson began to grind his ass into my dad’s face, with his nose seeming to fit snugly into the asshole itself.

He did this for a few more minutes, and when he got up my dad’s face was beet red and covered with tears and ass sweat. Jefferson turned around while my dad lay there catching his breath, and began to stroke his cock. Within no time at all, he reached a climax and covered my dad’s face with a thick layer of cum. The tears on his face washed some away, but Jefferson kindly took a hand and rubbed it all around, just like he had done with the saliva mask earlier. My dad gasped, apparently thinking he was being smothered again which prompted a laugh from Jefferson and I. Clearly, his ass had made an impression. I left the room and didn’t return until the morning, when I saw Jefferson sleeping with my dad wide awake in his arms.

The room smelled of sweat, cum, and ass. My dad was still crying, and Jefferson had a smile. I left them be and when Jefferson came out later, he thanked me for the free slut and said he would be back. I told him he was welcome any time, and he left. My dad stayed in bed all day. I checked a few times to see cum leaking out of his asshole and took a few pictures to add to his online profiles. Jefferson would be back, and we all knew it.

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Author’s note: Thank you for reading, everyone! I’m well aware that this story is not the usual fare that gets posted in here, so I’m glad you’re keeping up with it!

BlowPopJ – thank you for enjoying my lighthearted story! And I’m so glad to have such a supportive reader in you!

Jrankcold – Thank you 🙂

curiousaudrey – so so happy to see someone into Galien big time! I picture him as a bishonen, but one with a mischievous streak 😉

Chapter Thirteen – Obnoxious Little Four-Letter Word

“All right, that’s enough,” he said meekly as Conrad held him and continued to torture his neck with small kisses and flicks of the tongue. “People are staring.”

“And since when do you care?”

“We barely know each other,” Kai protested. “It’s not like you can tell for sure whether I care or not.”

“I’ve heard enough about you. And the night we spent together was enough to confirm every rumor. Your Majesty, you’re insatiable. Lie to me as much as you want. I won’t be dissuaded so easily.”

Kai rolled his eyes and pushed Conrad away, making sure not to use more force than necessary. “And I thought you didn’t like it. Not one bit. I beat you fair and square and forced you into,” he couldn’t believe he was saying cringey stuff like that, “my bed. So how about you go back to hating me like usual, so I can finally ignore you?”

Conrad’s fierce gaze examined him, and a small smile curled the man’s lips. “You saved me from a certain death. It had to be because,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “you still want me in your bed. And I intend to repay this debt in full.”

“All right, just give me a pony or whatever, and we’ll call it even.” Conrad was still distractingly close, and Kai was itching to get away.

“Why are your jokes so cruel? Do you want me to chase you? Hunt you down? Is it part of what makes you satisfied?”

Kai growled low in his throat. “You’re driving me nuts, Conrad! Why can’t you just take my words at face value? And come on, how many times do I have to say that I don’t want to force you into my bed anymore?”

Conrad paused for a moment and stared at him. He nodded shortly. “Then I will just come to your bed willingly.” With that, he pulled at the horse’s reins and turned away from Kai.

Who gazed after him, a million thoughts per minute crowding inside his mind. He had never ever ever read a BL manga or watched a BL show, and now that lack of knowledge put him at a major disadvantage. However, the guys around him had to be more or less tropes found in any creation of the romance type, so he needed to take a shot at it and clear things for himself.

Therefore, Pepin was the loyal servant in love with him. He was beautiful and determined, and that meant that it didn’t matter what Sebastian – who Kai played at the moment – did, he would always love the prince.

Conrad was the fierce and proud captive who was bound to fall in love with the prince. No amount of reasoning mattered, without a doubt. Whatever happened, Kai had to put it down under ‘yaoi logic’. Which was bad because it meant that he had no chance to make Conrad change his mind.

Oh, how tragic. He would be loved by two awesome guys, no matter how terrible his character was, Kai thought to himself and sighed. Still, it didn’t mean that he had to give up. Maybe he could convince Galien to steal Conrad from him. Not Pepin, though.

Pepin was off-limits. Plus, he was the least dangerous. Kai didn’t know much about BL and whatnot, but he was pretty sure that Conrad wanted to give it to him, while Pepin wanted… well, to be given ‘it’.

But, wait, his mind began to go in circles, hadn’t Pepin said something about anything he did with Conrad, Kai had to do with him, too? What if Pepin, too… No, no way. His royal behind was in terrible danger if that were true.

Well, he would be careful. No one was going to touch his behind as long as he was on guard.

***

“This man is rather annoying in his indecisiveness,” Sebastian commented as he browsed through a digital copy of the manga featuring the character he would cosplay later tonight. “What do you think?”

At Milo’s suggestion, he had started reading it on his boyfriend’s laptop. In a nutshell, he would be an actor and perform on a stage. It couldn’t be that difficult.

“Dude, are you trying to get me hooked on BL now? Don’t make me read it, too,” Milo complained.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. It might be corny,” Milo replied, but he blushed and looked away.

“What do you mean?” It surely had nothing to do with food, whatever Milo wanted to say.

“You know. I heard the characters tend to be so extra.”

“Extra?”

“Over the top,” Milo explained and began tapping his foot. He was lying on the bed, but his long legs touched the floor.

“Why are you embarrassed?” Sebastian asked, narrowing his eyes and inspecting the other.

“I’m not,” Milo blurted out.

“You’ve read such things before!” Sebastian exclaimed as the realization dawned on him.

“I was curious, okay?” Milo stood abruptly and ran to the opposite istanbul travesti corner of the room.

“The story appears to be quite convoluted, but I don’t see how reading such a thing can be a cause for embarrassment,” Sebastian commented as he browsed through the illustrated pages. “The art on display can be considered charming even.”

“Are you going to laugh at me?” Milo asked quietly. “If I tell you?”

“I don’t see why I would do that.”

Milo moved his weight from one foot to another. He was wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt, and Sebastian couldn’t take his eyes off him. His boyfriend had truly attractive thighs and nice muscular arms. If Sebastian kept staring, there was a chance that he would, as they said in this strange world, jump his bones.

“I’m sure you didn’t get to those parts,” Milo said with a slight huff, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“What parts?” Sebastian began clicking through. Page after page, Prince Sendrian, who he was supposed to impersonate on stage tonight, couldn’t make up his mind about the young man he was in love with. When there wasn’t one thing or another getting in the way, the fictional royal managed to stumble upon his own self, thus delaying a satisfactory resolution.

“Just skip to chapter thirty-seven, and you’ll know what I’m talking about,” Milo mumbled.

Sebastian quirked an eyebrow and did as told. He stared for a moment, scrolled down, and lower, and lower…

He cleared his throat. While the videos he watched late at night left nothing out, he was rightfully impressed by the artful way in which the characters were depicted on the screen in their throes of passion. The words they told each other heightened the arousal, and seeing how the readers must have endured through dozens and dozens of pages of Sendrian’s clumsiness in dealing with matters of the heart, those scenes were all the more satisfying.

His eyes met Milo’s beautiful greens.

“Totally corny, right?”

“I still don’t get what you mean. You’ve watched videos, have you not?”

“You mean, porn? Yeah,” Milo admitted, although he looked away as saying that.

Sebastian had to admit his boyfriend looked quite attractive like that, embarrassed, and with his cheeks on fire.

“So, why would you feel embarrassed by these drawn characters and their complicated love affair?”

Milo looked away and then hanged his head low. “I jerked off to it,” he said quickly. “This manga.”

“Oh.” Sebastian looked at the laptop screen and shifted. The signs of early arousal were starting to inconvenience him. “I can see why. The artist made sure the readers would see everything in detail.”

“But it’s not because of that,” Milo interrupted him. “That I jerked off. Why the hell am I telling you this?” he moaned and covered his face.

“Because we’re boyfriends,” Sebastian said matter-of-factly. From the day before, he had understood the term as being one to describe lovers in this world. He would have argued that they still needed to bed each other to truly be considered that, but they were heading there anyway.

“All right. Don’t laugh.”

“As you can see, I don’t.”

Milo took one deep breath. “I came when they said ‘I love you’ to each other. Isn’t that corny?” he insisted.

Sebastian opened another tab on the browser and searched for the term. “Yes, I suppose it can be considered corny,” he said after a short while.

Milo rubbed the back of his head and snorted. “I think I like watching porn with feels,” he said.

Sebastian rolled out of bed and walked over to Milo. “Well, it may be corny, but there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“It’s not? Don’t tell me you too -“

“No,” Sebastian said abruptly. “I’m not interested in sentimentalism.”

“Oh,” Milo managed to whisper, and the corners of his eyes dropped.

Sebastian kissed him and let his hands wander down the nicely defined arms. He would take much pleasure in discovering that body and all his secrets.

“There is something else,” Milo mumbled and bit his bottom lip.

Sebastian dragged him close and took that delicious lip between his teeth, and sucked it into his mouth.

“What else?” he asked.

Milo blinked, his breath coming in a bit short. “I think I got a hard-on for the main character.”

Sebastian still had the wig and that peculiar outfit on, as he had argued that he needed to be more comfortable in it before climbing on stage tonight. “Ah, I see,” he said with a bit of satisfaction. Although it was just make-believe, he appreciated Milo’s feeling attracted to the character he would impersonate, for the simple fact that there was some resemblance between Prince Sendrian and his actual self and physical appearance.

“I can see why,” he replied. “He is very attractive. I should say that many of his mishaps are easier to be forgiven due to that alone.”

Milo snickered. “I guess. As long as the guy is hot… yeah. So you’re not mad about it?”

“Why should I be? You’re my boyfriend.”

Something that really made him experience a tingling istanbul travestileri sensation right in the middle of his chest, which felt both unbearable and enjoyable at the same time. Like a slight frisson of pleasure, it overtook him when he least expected it.

Curse or not, Sebastian couldn’t deny that his attraction toward the beautiful boy in front of him was real and different from any of his feelings nurtured toward his long string of lovers. Not even Conrad’s memory, still fresh in his mind, entangled with a certain degree of dissatisfaction over not having had him enough times to become bored, could rival with it.

“Ah, and that solves it all? You’re not jealous? Not even a tiny bit?” Milo asked and circled Sebastian’s waist with his arms.

“No.”

“I’d be,” Milo admitted. “I mean, porn is one thing, but this -“

“Jealousy is a petty emotion,” Sebastian interrupted him. “And a character created with the sole purpose of determining those looking at him to like him, despite his numerous shortcomings, is bound to cause such reactions.”

Milo sighed. “So I’m a victim of BL magic?” he asked playfully.

“Magic is a strong word. Why do you like this fictional prince? Is it only because he’s handsome?”

Milo moved his head from side to side. “Not only. I shouldn’t like, though. I mean, he’s cold and full of himself -“

“He’s not. He’s just aloof and blind,” Sebastian argued.

That earned him a thoughtful look from the other. “Are we talking about the same character?” Milo looked puzzled. “Because I’m sure I wouldn’t like in real life a guy like that.”

An irksome feeling began to grow inside Sebastian. “Why wouldn’t you? If he were just as handsome.”

“Really, Kai? A guy like that… come on, even a good guy like you can see it. Sendrian is an arrogant bastard, and, in the real world, he’d be nothing but a heartbreaker. You know, the kind your momma would tell you to stay away from,” Milo added with a small laugh.

Rightfully annoyed, Sebastian caught Milo’s chin and pressed his lips against his mouth. “Then what do you feel when you see me dressed up like him?”

Milo snickered. “Come on, man. That’s a totally different thing. This outfit gives me a boner. But it’s because it’s you in it, and not someone else.”

Of course. Milo, in his clumsy yet endearing way, told the truth. The boy in front of him was much attracted to his friend Kai, and any passing feelings toward fictional characters didn’t matter.

“What’s wrong?” Milo caressed his forehead, drawing small lines on his eyebrows.

“You can’t love a fictional character, can you?” Sebastian asked.

Milo smiled, that amazing smile of his that could make the ice melt. “I guess not. It would be weird, I suppose. Although, me falling in love with you after being friends for all four years of high school must be weird, too, right?”

Love. Again and again, that obnoxious little four-letter word.

“Are you in love with me?” Sebastian asked in a measured voice.

“Yeah,” Milo said with a slight shrug like it wasn’t a big deal.

“How do you know?”

“I just do. Man, don’t make me say corny stuff now.”

“Far from me.” Sebastian stepped away from Milo and plopped on the bed. Suddenly, the wig made him feel too hot, and the outfit he was wearing felt like nothing but a joke. “I should change into my clothes.”

“We should drop by yours,” Milo said. “I suppose you don’t want to go to The Pit in your uniform, right?”

“You’re right.” Sebastian pulled the wig away and dropped it on the bed. Then he took off the pants and started to struggle with those leather straps.

“Let me help you out of those.” Milo stood behind him, and his hands came to rest on his chest. “Just so you know, you don’t have to wear an outfit for me to like you.”

“I know,” Sebastian said prickly.

“You’re not mad because of my stupid confessions, right? I swear that I won’t touch a BL manga ever again in my life.”

Sebastian pursed his lips. Milo got it all wrong, but it was impossible to correct him. Such a thing would only lead to a long string of misunderstandings.

He was losing sight of what was important. What he had to do was to find a way to break the curse keeping him trapped in this world, not to play lovers with a young man, no matter how beautiful.

Or how warm his hands were, resting on his chest like that.

“Please do touch whatever you like,” Sebastian said in a soft whisper.

Milo laughed and caressed him while breaking him away from those leather straps. “Is that an invitation? Too bad we have stuff to do today.”

“Of course. I must earn my keep.”

“You know, you really do talk like a fictional prince. I don’t know if I should get used to it or just tease you about it until you drop it.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

He would find a way to return to his kingdom and his world. Milo should get his friend back, as well.

Sebastian frowned. What kind of mishaps was Kai causing right now while playing his role? According to the fiction in this world, travesti istanbul traveling to distant realms that only existed in fantasy was a coveted dream, albeit seemingly impossible. Kai was probably having a good time playing the prince, but could he truly be aware of the dangers that came with being the protector and ruler of Ifigia? He was, after all, just a clueless boy.

His frown deepened. What happened if his body was killed? Maybe the curse was cruel in that way. As he was now removed from his world, he could do nothing to protect himself.

Maybe the entire kingdom of Ifigia was in danger, and nothing stood in the way of disaster but a high school boy who knew nothing about being a prince with the fate of thousands depending on him.

***

“Is Galien comfortable?” Kai asked Pepin. “He rode a long way.”

And hopefully, he’s already asleep and out of my hair.

The servant closed the ornate doors to the princely quarters. “He is but told me to prepare everything needed for a – I’m quoting him – little dip in the hot spring. He wants you to join him, as he thinks you need to forget about the worries of caring for Ifigia for a bit.”

“I think I’ll pass,” Kai said in a deadpan voice.

“He is your cousin, and I know him well. He is capable of running naked through the entire castle only to drag you with him.”

Kai sighed and stared at the ceiling. He counted to ten. Then he remembered the little episode from earlier. “What does Galien want from you?”

To his surprise, Pepin appeared to ignore the question. He was already busy tidying up the room, although nothing needed to be tidied up.

“Pepin,” Kai said slowly, trying to sound royal and convincing.

“What?” the servant asked suavely.

“What’s the deal with you and my cousin?”

“You know well what.”

“No, I don’t. Hit to the head and all that.”

“I thought that was a lie,” Pepin commented without interrupting his chores.

“Don’t change the subject. Come on, spit it out.”

Pepin finally stopped and threw him a direct look. “He proposed.”

Kai began laughing but then reconsidered. “To you? I mean, like a marriage proposal?”

“Yes,” Pepin replied and frowned. “Exactly like that.”

“And? What did you tell him? When did this happen? Where the hell was I?”

Kai knew very well that he must have been somewhere far away and completely clueless about a guy named Pepin who had guys asking for his hand in marriage. Still, he was curious about what Sebastian must have thought about such a thing, and it could explain, despite Conrad’s explanations, why the prince didn’t want his cousin around. That guy was a servant-stealer!

“It happened the last time Master Galien was here. You were getting invested in your role as protector of Ifigia. And you,” Pepin threw him a pointed look, “heard everything. Because you were there.” He grabbed a pillow and began to fluff it.

No wonder the servant had to tidy up all day long. He just liked to get busy with all those feathers floating around. Kai grabbed the pillow and threw it on the bed. “Aren’t you leaving something out? What did you tell him?”

He towered over Pepin, but the servant stood his ground and stared defiantly at him. Maybe Prince Sebastian could drive fear in anyone around him, but not so easily in this little guy. Or maybe, just maybe, Pepin didn’t fear Kai because he was nothing like the real prince.

That was a valid theory, too.

“I told him,” Pepin bore his pretty blue eyes into his, “that I would think about it.”

“No way!” Kai exclaimed. “Why would you tell him that?”

Pepin shrugged. “To see what you would say.”

“Ah. I see. And what did I say? I said something, right?”

Pepin’s eyes filled with barely contained anger. “You said,” he said thickly, “that Galien was free to have me.”

Kai blinked a few times. He had expected Sebastian to be possessive of his servant, who was also his mother’s gift to him. Apparently, the prince was not at all sentimental.

“Don’t tell me he popped the question again.”

“What?” Pepin was confused.

“Did Galien ask you the same thing today?”

“Yes.”

“The… damned rat!”

Pepin’s eyes grew wide. Kai was pretty sure he was completely out of character right now but just couldn’t stop. Who did Galien think he was to go around and steal other people’s loyal servants who also doubled as great friends?

“And what did you tell him?” Kai grabbed Pepin by one arm before the servant had a chance to start dusting or whatever.

“The same thing,” Pepin said defiantly and set his chin high.

“Why?”

Pepin’s face scrunched up. “Your Majesty, it hurts.”

Kai hadn’t realized he was squeezing Pepin’s arm. He let go like he had been burned. “Oops, sorry. But, still, why?”

“Why? You don’t want to marry me, right? And I won’t be young forever.”

Kai rubbed his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or slap himself for not knowing what to say. “Pepin, my dude, you’re twenty. You don’t exactly have to hurry to get married.”

“And do what instead? Wait for you forever?”

Kai began scratching his head. According to Pepin, he must have been pining for Sebastian for years. That could get frustrating, having a crush on a guy who clearly had no intention to return such feelings.

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John came in to my parents variety store almost every day to buy cigarettes and magazines. My parents had known him since high school. He was about the same age as them, mid 40’s, single guy, a loner. He drove an old Pontiac and worked for the town driving a garbage truck.

I always laughed when my Dad saw him pull in to the parking lot. Dad couldn’t stand him and was always happy to see him go. Stuck behind a store counter you were always a captive audience. He would stay and chat and chat with whoever was behind the counter.

I was 18 at the time, tall and lean and working at keeping in shape. My Dad took a job driving big rig trucks cross country leaving my Mom and I to work in the store. They were long hours but I didn’t mind. I would take over from my Mom after I got home from school. She would give me a break for supper and to do some studying then I would work until closing at 10PM. After I closed up I would go for a run or hit the weights in the basement.

One night a half hour before closing John came in. I realized I hadn’t seen him for a few weeks since my Dad took the other job. He always made me feel awkward, not too tall maybe 5’8″ and had to weigh close to 300 lbs. He was a huge hulking man despite his height, arms like tree trunks, always a three day growth of beard. There was an odor about him, not unpleasant but strange. He always wore a wife beater T shirt and cargo shorts. His black hair, a huge mop on his head and when he wore those T shirts it was obvious his chest and body were covered with thick black hair.

I was serving some other people when he came in, giving me a nod and walking to the magazine stand at the back of the store. He was a big fan of the porn collection we had and with the cigarettes was one of the loyal buyers. My Mom hated having them in the store but my Dad convinced her they were one of the best money makers so they stayed. He came up to the till after the guys left with a few magazines and asked for a pack of cigarettes.

I said, “Hi John…..been awhile. My Mom was thinking of getting rid of the porn magazines. Slow sales when you aren’t around.”

He laughed, “Well maybe I should get a few more. Wouldn’t want my source drying up. How have you been? Is you Dad still driving truck?”

“I am ok. School is a bitch but getting by. He is still driving. Going to be away for a couple of weeks.”

He stopped and looked me over, “Wow I can tell you have been hitting the weights Rob. How big are those biceps?” He leaned over the counter taking my arm and squeezing the muscle. “Mmmm hard as a rock. Your dad told me you got a ball scholarship at State. Congratulations!”

I pulled back a little surprised by his sudden move. God, I am sure I giggled and blushed. “Thanks….I try. Getting ready for ball, trying to put on 10 pounds but it is hard enough keeping at 190.”

John laughed and patted his huge belly. “You need to knock back a dozen Bud’s everyday. That will put istanbul travesti it on.”

“I wish….have to wait a few years for that.”

He said, “Always got lots of cold ones…come by any time. I wont tell your Mom.”

“Thanks…I think. Is this all?” I picked up the magazines off the counter and a quick look saw that he had picked up Hustler, Penthouse and a couple of the Gay magazines that are hidden at the top of the rack by my Mom.

I looked up at him and could still feel my cheeks were rosy red. John smiled at me and said. “Yeah those mags and a pack of smokes.”

He paid for them, picked up the magazines and smokes off the counter and said, “Take it easy Rob. Drop by anytime if you want a beer.”

I watched him leave, puzzled and interested why he bought the gay magazines. I watched him leave, a big gay bear, like in those magazines.

I waited each month for a new batch to come in. I always tried to be the one unpacking them and putting them on the shelves. If my Mom did it she would always send the new ones back with the older ones. I would grab a copy of all the gay ones and hide them in my room. It was easier now to do that since Dad was hardly home. My Mom had found my stash under my mattress and told my Dad. That was probably the worse day in my life. He beat me with my baseball glove. I am sure he was more scared I was a faggot then for reading gay magazines.

I had quite a collection of the ones I liked. I started making a scrapbook of the men who excited me. I realized I was attracted to big bearish men. Maybe that was why I was so intrigued by John.

I closed the store and went upstairs to our family apartment. Mom was in bed and I went and changed into my running clothes, light nylon shorts and a cropped T. I went out the backdoor and around the building through the edge of the parking lot. It was pretty dark, the only light was from a streetlight on the other side of the road. I was surprised to see John’s old Bonneville still parked. I stood there in the shadows watching from not more then 10 feet away. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I could tell he was leafing through one of the magazines and the tell tale sign of his cigarette glowing as he sucked in the smoke.

I could see his shoulders bobbing slightly and thought..fuck he is whacking off. I couldn’t stop watching…this fat old guy whacking off in his car. Suddenly his head tilted back and I heard a faint groan come from his car. I had moved a couple of feet closer, wanting to get a closer look when a car turned the corner, its headlights shining on me as it rounded the corner and drove off. My heart was racing, afraid John had seen me. I didn’t have to wait long.

“Rob. Come out, I saw you.” John said from his car.

I thought fuck. I considered turning and running back into the house. I stood there, frozen. He leaned over and opened the passenger door and he told me to get in. I walked around the car and hesitating istanbul travestileri for just a moment slid into the passenger seat.

John was sitting there his pants down around his shins….one of the magazines opened beside him. I looked straight ahead….I didn’t want to see anymore. The car smelt wet, funky. The floor was littered with old soda cups, takeout food bags, old magazines and an empty whiskey bottle. I kicked them out of the way not wanting to look at him.

“You were watching me. Did it excite you?”

“No. I was shocked you were doing that in your car in our parking lot. Couldn’t you wait until you got home?”

“What if I told you I was thinking of you while i was doing it. Looking at the boys in the magazine.”

I sat there in stunned silence, looking ahead out the window.

“I heard you like to look to. Your Dad told me he caught you with them in your room. He was pissed wasn’t he?” Laughing, “Told me he wouldn’t have said anything if you were looking at chicks.”

“He told you! Fuck…..I was just looking. I’m not gay. He beat me. Did he tell you that?”

“No. I am sorry to hear that.” He reached over and put his hand on my bare leg. I jumped at his touch but didnt move. I felt like crying. I could feel the sobs building in my chest. I looked at John, the tears welling up in my eyes, splashing on to my cheeks. He turned…leaning over taking my one cheek in his huge paw, wiping the tears from my cheek with his thumb. His fingers behind my head, he pulled me towards him and kissed my cheek and then my lips.

I melted…..the tension, the confusion of what I felt, the sexual urges as an 18 year old sexually confused boy all released itself. He held my head and I didn’t resist. He started to push his tongue into my mouth, keeping my lips shut and then opening my mouth to his tongue. My body was melting, just wanting someone to do this. I kissed him back, with some hesitation then passionately. The confusion, the tension of hiding my feelings, the beating by my Dad, the nights of pleasuring myself thinking about sex, cock, bears, pussy released itself in one instant.

His lips and tongue tasted of cigarettes and whiskey. My tongue lashed away at his. He pushed his fat long tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it greedily. The three day growth of his beard rubbing against my chin and cheek feeling oh so fucking sensual. His other hand rubbed my hardening cock through my running shorts. It felt so good….I was afraid I would cum. He pushed me towards the door and grabbed the waistband of my shorts pulling them down. I heard the silky material of my shorts start to rip so I raised my ass off the seat and he pulled them down dropping them to my ankles.

His hand wrapped around my cut cock, already 7″ at 18. Stroking me……i squirmed under his touch. His right hand holding my head, his fingers in my hair massaging the back of my head as his left hand slowly stroked my cock. He travesti istanbul broke our kiss, his hand firmly pulling me down towards his lap. I didn’t resist but did tense up. He was pulling me towards his cock.

His pants and boxers were around his shins. He had pulled his wife beater up around his neck, his big fat man nipples, as big as acorns, jutting out. His cock lay like a fat sausage on his upper thigh. He was semi hard and so thick, as big as any of the guys I had seen in the magazines. A mass of black hair covered his belly and pubes, a large patch of sticky cum was matted in the hair. He took his hand off my cock and grabbed his, stroking it, slapping it against my face. I felt the cum on his cock smear my cheek. He took the tip of his cock and ran it over my lips. I could feel him hardening, fully erect. His huge belly bouncing as he turned leaning against his door pulling me onto his cock. I opened my mouth taking him in my mouth. His cock was smeared with his cum, tasting a bit salty and funky. His groin was musky, earthy, smelling of sweat and not at all fresh.

He was rough…his hands on both sides of my head, pushing me further down on his cock….my nose into the mass of hair and cum. I loved that I was actually sucking a cock, even if it was John’s gross hairy mess. He took complete control….I had no idea if I was doing it right but several minutes later I felt his ass tighten and he started to groan. A hot slimy mess shot into the back of my throat, choking and gagging me. He pulled me further down on his cock, holding me as shot after shot filled my mouth and throat, spilling out and down his cock.

He released my head and I sat up gasping for breath, swallowing his cum, licking my lips. My face and chest were smeared with spit and cum. He shifted his massive body…pushing me back against the door and bent over taking my cock in his mouth, cupping my tight balls and taking my cock deep. I felt his nose against my pubes, his tongue twirling and sucking on my cock. My breath came in short gasps……it was fabulous…..my body was one nerve. I felt one of his fingers touch and enter my ass. My back arched and I came…..spurt after spurt…never having an orgasm like that….I thought it would last forever.

I lay against the door, emotionally and physically exhausted. I watched as John sat up, licking his lips. He looked at me and laughed, “Tastes like cherry to me.”

I felt embarrassed and so brutally naked. All the pretenses of being a jock, a man’s man like my Dad fell away. I wanted to jump out of the car but oh so wanted to stay for more. John squirmed around, pulling up his shorts as I watched.

“Well kid, have to get going. It was fun.” I fumbled around on the floor for my shorts and pulling them on I realized the waist band was torn.

“Yeah ok…god….yeah…”

I opened the door and looked back at him, not really knowing what to say.

John smiled a crooked smile and said, “Remember, drop by anytime for a beer or whatever. You know where I live.”

I stepped out of the car looking at him as he started it up and drove away.

I was shaking…..realizing what happened and not believing it. Thinking about having a beer.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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The waves were perfect off the beach with a popular resort that visitors from London in particular liked to frequent on summer weekends, though Clay and Butch were stallions in residence at the Cornish town. Working there summers and winters, though summers, to be fair, were very often busier than the slower, more relaxed winters, they boasted the benefit of one there, where they’d moved, knowing that they were related. Clay’s dark bay, almost black, coat was told as bay only by his mealy, brown muzzle and softer, brown points, while Butch was a pure black with a stark, white stripe on his face, cutting down with a sharp deviation towards his right nostril at the end. A touch of pink softened his nose, though anyone that knew him would have guessed that he was the more in charge one of the duo.

Summers may have been a busy time but the surfing brothers still found time for one another out in the surf when the sun was going down, sitting on their boards, relaxing while they waited for another swell to come through. They would only paddle to catch the best waves, after all, and the rest of the time would be spent out there, shooting the breeze, tails fanning out in the istanbul travesti water where they perched on their boards. Their weight forced the fibreglass under the water, though still allowed them to be buoyant enough to sit, Clay leaning back on his paws, snorting softly.

What someone would not have seen on first glance, however, was Butch’s paw around his brother’s cock, stroking and teasing lightly, a hard rod of dark-skinned stallion-flesh protruding from the bottom of his surf trunks. They were a popular brand, but any pre-cum that spilt down to mark their dark shading would float away in but a moment, as quickly forgotten as it had been spent. Clay grunted, shaking his head, his half-wet mane trying to still cling damply to the side of his neck, quivering in place.

“Unff… Fuck, Butch…”

Butch smirked.

“You always were such a slut, little bro.”

Clay shuddered, his cock throbbing, drooling a little more pre-cum in direct response to that. Why did he get off so much on being called a slut? It was as if his entire body had turned to jelly, shivering and trembling, his hide twitching over muscle, need coursing through with very beat of his heart pumping blood heatedly around his body. The cool of the summer evening and the water, shore not all that far away and the ragged cliffs too, was not enough to simmer down the heat in his body as his brother took control, so very easily dominating him.

As he always did. Butch had always been in control.

The stallion nickered throatily as his brother controlled him, stroking his cock, making him istanbul travestileri throb and nicker all the more wantonly. A pawjob like that should not feel as good as it did, the stallion’s fingers folding expertly around his thick length, sometimes sliding over his medial ring and sometimes not. It was all under Butch’s control and up to him to decide, always.

“I think a needy cunt like you really fucking needs to cum, hm?”

Butch rarely minced words and he didn’t hold back then either as Clay nodded, heat rushing to his cheeks and neck as he moaned. The bulge in Butch’s trunks too could not be ignored, but he had not been ordered to please him, his entire body on the edge of need that could not be held back. That was why he had Butch there to control him, to take charge and dominate him, all as he lusted and loved for each and every day of his life.

“Unff… Ohhh… Fuck yes… Please…”

“Please, what, cum-whore?”

Clay trembled, whinnying shortly, the high-pitched sound cutting over the waves, water sloshing around his thighs and crotch.

“Mmmph… I wanna cum, bro… Please… Please, let me cum.”

He had to beg, though his whimpering rarely got him anywhere. He had to try, hips rocking, tilting his board, though he could not care, could not find it at all in him in the moment to worry about something as trivial as that. Grunts rose from his lips again and again and he twisted back and forth, though obediently stayed where he was, a hiss rising from his brother’s lips.

“Yeah… Yeah, you just want to cum, such a needy whore… travesti istanbul Always cum, only one thing on your mind. You’d do anything to get hard, to get a load down your throat, painting your face with seed.”

Clay moaned. Oh, that was too much, his cock throbbing, teasing tantalisingly on the edge as if he was going to pass the point of no return — yet his brother was too careful for that. Despite his harsh words, he was a stallion who knew exactly what it was that his brother wanted and needed, backing off, keeping him there, pumping his cock on that delirious edge of orgasm. It would have been so easy to merely get Clay off, pre-cum trickling, dollop after dollop, down the length of his heady shaft.

There were far more alluring pleasures to be had out in the surf, the swells forgotten, needs rising. As much as Clay whimpered and begged, his brother would not let him hit that high, passion rising, falling, up and down, just like the ebb and flow of the tides.

Yet the tides were not under their own control and, in the same vein and flow of water, neither was Clay. Neither did he want to be as his cock remained ramrod hard, throbbing, aching, nuts churning, his brother leaving him there, trembling with arousal.

“Not today, slut.” Butch taunted him, tugging his surf trunks out of the way to expose and free his hard erection, a dark-skinned shaft with a bulging flare at the head, marked already with fresh pre-cum. “Now… Suck it all down.”

Even with his cock still hard and so very wanton, Clay knew that he could only obey. And it made his heart pound all the more.

He’d do anything for his brother. Even forgo his own climax, left hornier and needier than ever, the swell of waves forgotten as they bobbed in the surf, one hard length finding an equally wanton, slutty muzzle.

It was where Clay belonged.

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Starting at about age 19, I began to take over the role of the man of the house from my dad. I became more and more dominant and in response my dad became more and more submissive. At a certain point, I realized I do what I do not out of any sense of being an alpha male, but because I enjoyed the humiliation. I think he must have too, because he slowly became my bitch. It started with me kicking him off the couch, to making him sit on the floor, to the point where he simply responded to my beck and call. And of course I decided to use this force for good: my dad was going to serve those who need it most.

My city was a large urban area, and as such we dealt with a great deal of homelessness. These were men who were down on their luck who (usually) needed a pick-me-up. Luckily, my dad’s desire for domination and humiliation fit in perfectly with this. The first night I did this, my dad was shocked. I brought home a man who was a legitimately good man who had been let go and was living on Skid Row until he could find some way to get back on his feet. I decided a night of pampering was in order and let him know. He agreed and came to my house.

My dad greeted us at the door in a tight thong and nothing else, the cool night wind immediately shrinking his already small cock and hardening his nipples. I invited our guest in and pointed him to the restroom while I spoke to my dad. I told him that we were doing a good istanbul travesti man a good service, and that this guest was now as much as my father’s owner as I was. I made it abundantly clear that we were going to make tonight as pleasurable as possible for this man.

I directed my father to the bathroom, and we both entered. Our guest was standing at the toilet, his cock resting in his hand having just pulled his pants down to urinate. Without a word, my dad walked over to and kneeled down. Making no eye contact, he grabbed the thick member and brought his face to it. As he did, the smell of an unclean cock hit him. Our guest clearly hadn’t showered in some time and it was noticeable. My dad gagged at the smell alone, and tears welled in his eyes. Nevertheless, he put the purple head of the rank cock in his mouth, looked at our guest, and nodded. Understanding the cue, the homeless man relaxed and let a stream of piss shoot down into my dad’s mouth. It began to overfill, and the piss dribbled from his lips down his bare chest.

With some effort, my dad swallowed the salty liquid as the man looked at me. I nodded in silence, demonstrating that this was as normal as anything else. With that, the three of us moved into the living room. The homeless man took off his pants entirely as we sat down on the couch. The smell now filled the room, as his unwashed ass was released from the worn pants. He motioned istanbul travestileri for my dad to get down, and my dad did as commanded. The guest now pulled my dad’s face towards his ass, smothering my pathetic father with hair soaked with sweat.

My dad gagged again, but there was no escape from the stench. His tongue left its safe zone and began to lightly run up against the asshole that enveloped his senses. With the warm balls resting on his eyes acting as a blindfold and hairy thighs wrapped around his ears, taste and smell were all that guided my dad through this hellish rimjob. He gagged often, cleaning out an ass which had long since gone neglected. Matted hair and dried dark spots were the main contributors to this gagging. His nose was assaulted by hair as well, giving a much more literal meaning to the term brown noser. He licked and sucked, eventually going so far as to tongue-fuck the dirty asshole in front of him. The guest enjoyed this, as shown by his hard greasy cock and the rate at which he began to grind on my dad’s face. Eventually he relented, allowing my dad to breathe fresh air before diving back down on the unclean cock which had earlier deposited a stream of hot piss down his throat.

Now I watched with enjoyment as my dad’s head bounced up and down a thick, greasy cock. His nose came to be buried in thick, untrimmed pubes as his jaw seemed to be stretched to its limits. Again travesti istanbul the guest began to rock, desperate to shoot more liquid down my dad’s soft and open mouth. At once, the guest pulled my dad off his cock and moved his head to his balls. Similarly unclean, with a distinct vinegar-like taste from the accumulated sweat and musk, my dad sucked every inch of dirt and grime from the hairy sack.

Every so often, dad’s tongue would lap out underneath the sack as he took both nuts in his mouth. Then he would switch back to sucking on one as his right hand began to stroke the cock which had been lubed up with saliva produced from deep gags. After some time, our guest began to throat-fuck my dad again. This time was much more aggressive.

It seemed as though his goal was to stab his cock through the back of my dad’s neck. The force with which he thrust his hips forward was fully unexpected, and I’m certain his cock slammed into my dad’s tonsils. This caused great heaves as my dad struggled to keep the cock under control. The guest continued this until tears streamed down my dad’s face, and then with a groan he shot a load into the waiting stomach of my submissive father. Despite cumming, he held my father on his cock so as to lap up every bit of cum and to get the maximum amount of pleasure. With that, my dad’s contribution had ended. The man stayed the night and in the morning, went on his way. Before leaving he left a memento of the evening, kissing my father deep and long on the lips which had produced so much pleasure for a man down on his luck. As their tongues danced, I took a picture a reminder of the man who we had, for one night, put on top of the world.

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May be around eight in the evening the doctor knocked at the door. I was in deep sleep and by the time I opened my eyes he was close to me bending down on to me his hands resting on the bed side.

“How are you my dear?” he whispered gently on to me.

I was gaining my full consensus from my sleep. He bowed his head down and from the bottom of my cheek he swept his long wet tongue all the way up close to my right eye. I huffed staring at the empty wall in front of me. I couldn’t resist or even move under my blanket. I breathed deep as I his devilish laugh plunged through my ears.

“Let’s examine you now!” he said in a canny voice.

As his hands dragged down the blanket from me I tried to cover myself properly grabbing my shirt top tightened up. I gulped dribble and nudged my lips in fear and anxiety. The old man took my right palm and his tongue once again gently licked trough the top of my fingers. In a swift move he pushed my middle finger in to his mouth and sucked it tightly wrapping his lips around it. I was so embarrassed and nervous. I exhaled deep and looked at him for the first time. He tilted my palm and then licked inside of it. It was so slimy and ticklish that I quietly quaked my hips. Starting from my pinkie he sucked then one by one.

“How are you feeling you my doll? You look nervous,” he whispered patting his hand gently thru my head and cheek.

Climbing up gently he placed his filthy wet blabber right on to my cheek. He then started licking and kissing my cheek furiously smacking his lips on to my face. I was really getting teased and my whole body was responding violently.

“Let’s open up.” he said moving his hands to my shirt and unbuttoned me.

My hands were spread on to sides of the pillow. I respire deeper and harder on each button get released. I gazed at his face once to see his excitement.

After moving my shirt to my side he put the stethoscope between my chests. I was panting. Suddenly he leaned down on to me and gently licked thru my chest mound keeping his right hand firmly holding the equipment he mildly licked over my creamy chest. Then the stethoscope started moving thru the top of my chest while he keep on licking my heave.

“Let’s remove this from here,” he suggested.

Doctor then lifted my right hand and removed my shirt from my right shoulder. He then made me turn slightly away from him. Then something weird happened. He started to lick my arm pit. It was so filthy and tickling I twitched my body here and there. It was first time someone did that to me and it felt funny. It almost gave me a laugh but I tried to control my moans. I keeps my body neat all the time and because I don’t have any body hair under my arms it felt really funny. I tried to calm myself but it felt itching. The he slowly crawled his tongue over my chest and moved thru my neck. He gently pecked my neck and licked. His right hand gently caressed my chest mound. I breathed faster and louder.

Doctor the slowly moved down feeling my knoll right on to his palms. Within second I felt my tiny little brown nipple got sucked between his lips. He then crawled up on me staring right at my eyes laughing wicked. He then gently fondled my face.

“So soft. So tender,” he snarled touching my face with his right hand.

Then in a swift action he licked me starting from my chin to tender lips to my nose tip. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue gradually licking my face again. As I opened my eyes I saw him removing his stethoscope from him and moving towards me sticking his wet taster. He licked my face again and again. Starting from the middle of my chest he dragged it thru my neck to my chin then to my lips and then to my snout. He ever pocked my nose with his tongue tip. He was really enjoying his wild explorations and I was started to feel bit more relaxed. When the last time he reached up to my lips he kept licking my lips longer making me gently part my lips. I panted deep. He leaned back adjusting his posture crossing his leg on to my sides. I nervously looked at his smiling face feeling all the wetness on my face lips and nose. I gently smacked my lips tasting some of his drool.

“You took like a doll.” he murmured moving toward me and slowly licked my nose tip.

From the bottom of my jawline doctor swept his tongue up till my lips. Then he pushed his tongue between my lips. I tried to keep my mouth shut grinding my teeth together. He just kept on licking my upper lip playing with his tip even pushing beneath my lip then moving to lower lip. I gasped for air as I kept my lips together he sucked them again and again. He then moved down again smacking his lips thru my chest up to my cheek wetting them all over. From eight cheek to my jawline to my chin to my right cheek his wet blabber roamed around slurping. He then grabbed my lower lip with his fingers and started sucking them hard. I kept moaning continuously and finally I parted my lips opening my mouth and let him plunge his tongue in my mouth. He licked my nose poked my nose holes. My eyelids almanbahis my eye brows my forehead every inch of my face got ravished by his taster.

Doctor then slowly moved down gently caressing my nipples. He then gently dragged my bottom just above my navel. My hands were spread wide on the bed and he started licking from my chest. Keeping his hands on to my waist he lich my nipples then down to my ribs moving from one side to the other up until he reach my other nipple. Then he dragged my bottom further down below by abdomen and started untying my nodes.

“Look at that!” he suddenly pinched my belly teasing hi finger around my navel.

“It’s so deep, SO round!” he expressed his bewilderment.

It was like he got distracted from his primary task. I trembled myself as I felt his tongue touching my navel curves. I could not look down. I twitched my hips as he pushed his tongue inside my navel moaning loud. I grabbed my hand on to his shoulder moving myself his gulp. It was really trilling and prickling at the same time. He licked and slurped like he is tasting something from my navel hole. He then took my hand from his shoulder and the licked the violently.

“What is that?” He muffled as he dragged down my bottom from my waist.

I just couldn’t looked down on him. I gawked my eyes on to the wall and ceiling. He kept on murmuring something and he parted my legs. He then moved closer to my hips lifting my right leg. Then he started to lick the bottom of my leg. He tickled my fingers with his tongue. He pushed my big toe inside his mouth and sucked it. The grey haired old man was so dedicated to fix my saliva skin aversion issue. Next were my legs, knees and thighs that got her tongue treatment. When he reached up to my thigh he made me turn around.

Rolling myself down doctor made me be on my knees and elbows. His hand touched my butt and then between my bums he gently rubbed my ass dip. His fingers trusted thru my undies rubbing my tightly packed restless balls. I bent further down as his lips started to roam behind my waist. I kept my hips heaving and I settled myself squeezing my tiny melons on to the bed. His tongue moved here and there all over my back while his hand kept on teasing my crotch. He licked his tongue right over my spine giving me chills all over my body. His hand playing down there poked my bum hole in between giving me strange sensations. As he swept down his lips from my back to my waist his hand crept further up and grabbed my surprisingly strong erection. I felt bashful and nervous as he grabbed my cock over my brief and started rubbing it. He moved further down pacing his face right over my buns. He then started to sniff then so loud that I started feeling bashful.

“My doll seemed all excited and wet here,” he giggled as he kept on rubbing my erection and poking my hole with his thumb.

Doctor then slowly grabbed my brief and bragged it rolling down thru my butt.

“Oh! Look at that!!” he seemed all excited too.

I cannot see what is happening up there but I can feel him stopping removing my undies for a moment. Then all of a sudden he growled and I felt his wet tongue plunging between my bum cheeks. I could not control my filth as I moaned feeling his tongue licking and pocking right my bum hole. I twirled my hips in agony.

“Oh doll, that’s the cleanest sweetest rim I have ever seen!” saying this he moved a side and stood from my side facing away from my rump.

Grabbing my bums on his hands he reached how on to my bum crack and he started to lick my crack again and again. This also was my first time experience and it felt strange filthy and at the same time extremely horny. Kept on licking he dragged the rest of my undies down to my knees. He hushed his hand between my thighs and gently started to feel my cock in his hand.

“You are all wet down here already. I bet this is not your first time dear?” he said in between his hand tongue job.

I didn’t said anything, just tried to control my emotions.

“Your ass is so pretty and hairless. Let me give you a proper treatment.” saying that he removed my undies and turned me around. He removed the shirt also making me completely naked.

Doctor sat between my legs closer to my hips again. Then lifting my hips he placed then on to his thighs. Then holding my knees he pushed my legs towards me. I was so nervous to see my crotch exactly below his face, my cock shamelessly swung in air. He then started to lick my bum hole then to my balls and then right on to my already wet erection.

“Look at your little one,” he said tacking my erection on to his hand.

Doctor then gently stroked my cock in his hand. Making me more uncomfortable he put my cock in his mouth. I moaned and twitched my hips almost begging him not to do it. Then he moved a foot back resting my hips on the bed. Keeping my legs apart he gently caressed my cock using one hand. My cock was oozing juice and it was all wet and slimy down there. He then bent down on me leaning towards my face. His hand gently almanbahis giriş rubbed my cock and he licked my face once again. His hand started to rub my cock faster and I was going to explode any moment.

“You are So SO tender!” he commended once again moving back from the bed removing his lab coat.

Doctor leaned on to me again reaching his hand rubbing my erection, he licked my face once again. This time he moved his finger further down and pocked my bunghole at once. I instantly yanked my hips feeling his finger not only poking but gradually creeping inside my back hole. May be it was my own precum on his fingers making him pierce his finger thru my ass. I moaned continuously as he roved his finger in and out of my ass hole.

“Let me loosen it up,” he told me kissing and licking my face in between.

After a few seconds he gently caressed my boobs and started licking me from my chin over my lips up until my temple.

“Doll…I’m so thankful to you that you let me treat you,” he hummed looking at my eyes gently squeezing my mound.

Doctor then moved all the way down. Starting from my back door he licked me all the way up thru the center of my chest up until my nose. The then he did the reverse form my nose down thru my belly till my erection. He then gently licked my throbbing swinging rod. Then gradually creeping up he grabbed my boobs in his palm and squeezed then together as his lips swept up from my belly reaching my melon. Doctor then leaned back and started unbuttoning his shirt. I then only noticed that he already got rid of his pants and he was I his shorts.

“Come to me!” he suggested as he gently lifted me up and made me sit in front of him.

“Look at your cute little face,” he commended as his tongue reached out. I could not look at him anymore.

Doctor held my head in his grasp and gently licked my face starting from my jawline up until my temple. Then he restarted licking my whole face blowing his warm breath on to me.

“I will lick each and every inch of you to check your drool concerns.” he murmured tickling my nose with his tongue tip.

My lips one after the other kept on disappearing inside his mouth getting sucked and licked mercilessly. I gagged for breath and gave short moans. It was like I was slipping in to state of trance. He then pushed me gently on to the bed and quickly caught my cock once again. The he took his wet fingers down again and pierced his finger up in to my ass. I was so thrilled by this time I wished the finger to be his cock anyone’s cock and I wished it to go deeper. Doctor then quickly removed his shorts standing in front of me. His shirt buttons were all open showing his bare body. He was having gentle hairs on him. He doesn’t looked bulky but he had a big fat belly. Down there he was holding his cock in his left hand. It was not that huge either but had dark pubic hairs nor very thick though. I could not gape at his crotch for long. It was fumbling in his hand.

“Let me see how good you are, with your mouth, dear,” saying this he moved up to be crossing his legs to each side he stood on his knees just above my chest.

I lie motionless nervous obviously.

“Let me open your mouth and see your tongue.” saying this he made me open my mouth by putting two fingers in.

Moving closer to my face holding his cock in his right hand he immediately pushed his wet juicy cock in to my mouth. He pushed himself so deep that his whole meat got crowded inside my mouth. Without pulling his cock completely out he gently pushed his hips deep in to my mouth. His private hair was touching my nose. He was calm but his thrusts were so deep it almost touched the top of my throat. I thought I could not breathe like this but it went okay. When he pulled his cock out from my mouth it was all slimy and wet. Tears were coming out of my eyes but I was not crying.

“You know dear, this is not the place for my cock to get right treat,” he teased me.

The doctor moved down from me. I was so nervous I kept staring the ceiling breathing and panting hard.

“When I asked you whether you had anal sex before, you both seemed nervous and was quick to say, NO” he exclaimed.

“I can see you might not have done it before but you surely tried,”

I kept silence.

It was true. We tried it a couple of times but it was painful and we let it go. But we never did anything like he did today poking and joshing so that my bum be ready for something bigger than a middle finger. Doctor sat close to my crotch my legs were parted folded up. I couldn’t dare looking at him. I was feeling his erection rubbing around my bum playing around my back door.

“Let me show you how it’s done dear,” he snarled brash as his cock rubbed my bum hole harder.

When I came to this clinic to have this really awkward conversation with a really filthy rugged old doctor to share my secret skin problem after having intimate sessions with my buddy I never ever thought I will be laying in front of him naked spreading my leg with an erection almanbahis yeni giriş swinging in air ready to receive my first real anal.

The first few jerks were gentle and slow. I was really anxious and afraid this time. I think I almost passed out when the painful memories of my previous experiment started flashing in front of me. Doctor was relentlessly muttering and commending what he was doing or trying to do. I could not remember any of the things he said at that moment. My eyes were partly open and my hands were tightly gripping the bed blanket.

“It’s all in, my baby doll!” he was slanting down gently caressing my face. That was the first thing I remember him saying after he began his insertion.

Doctor started licking my lips and face again. Gently his hips started rocking and I started to feel his cock rowing inside my ass. He moved his cock in and out continuously in a medium pace cuddling my balls and erection under his big fat belly. He kept on licking my cheek nose and lips while he racked my bottom. Then in between he stopped licking and actually kiss me sucking my lips with his filthy mouth.

“You see? You are all loosened up!” he exclaimed.

“There won’t be any pain anymore,” he said before he leaned down and kissed me.

The whole bed was rattling gently. I kept on moaning gently folding my legs over his thighs which kept on swinging on each thrust he made. Doctor placed his face on one side of my head and put his hands under my pillow holding it tight. He fucked me incessantly tightly holding me to him.

Doctor then rolled me over to a side and he lay behind me, lifting my right leg up he penetrated my ass from behind. Cuddling me closer he made me move my arm around as he started licking my armpit once again. His right hand squeezed my right melon which was swinging in the cool air. My legs were moved further both lie flat on the bed on top of another. He rammed his cock mercilessly in my ass with a solid swiftness. My cock was wavering in the air rubbing its tip against the bed pasting all the cum it was oozing.

After some time of vigorous spooning doctor made me stand in doggy style, my cushy chest and hands flat on the bed. Standing between my legs grabbing my curvy bum cheeks he pushed his cock right thru my wet and creamy ass slit. It went smooth and like he said there was no pain anymore. It was the same position I tried before and failed. Now finally it is happening. My thighs and bums got blasted making huge thudding sounds. My buns wobbled on each trash I receive. My cock felt merciless swaying in air together with my balls. Reaching me up front he took my right hand stretched towards him. I stood on my left hand on the bed. He started to fuck me faster and my boobs started to swing in the air with the motion. I felt my nipples were all stiff and erect. The old man changed his rear so dramatically that I could not control my breath or sound. I moaned and grieved. I felt by boobs much heavier as they were gently hanging and the fluctuation was making it a bit sore. The whole bed rattled and thudded on the floor. The sound echoed filling the room.

“You feeling good, dear?” he asked me mercilessly kissing my back.

I tried to lean down on the bed but he put his arm around my neck and pulled me back. Keeping me tighter to his body he fucked me slowly. He licked my ear and cheek from behind. With a sudden loud humming he stopped his hip movement. Going back to the initial position once again he spread my legs and penetrated me from the front.

“I’m going to finish of now!” he murmured as he paced his movement.

Holding my elbows on his hands the doctor racked my bum hole more furiously. My belly fumbled and my boobs swung and whirled in air. It felt like my chest going to rip off from me. My cock mercilessly blasted down on to my belly itself. His cock went deeper and deeper as he fucked me madly. The whole bed rattled loud and finally he stopped.

“Oh dear. The best is, coming,” he commented instantly catching his breath. Leaning down he licked my face and keep on humping me again.

His belly tightly squeezed my cock. It was so hard I accidentally ejaculated between our bellies. Hearing him moaning loud made me explode. It was so intense and noisy.

“I’m coming. I’m coming” he screamed in between my whines.

Then like a storm settling down he came. I was feeling dizzy. I panted high. I was sweating in the ac room. I gagged for breath. For some time I didn’t moved or looked around either. What the fuck just happened? I just got fucked by someone I barely know. The weird part was that I never protested or even said a world during the whole time. I agree that I permitted doctor to test me how saliva act on me other than my buddy’s. But I never permitted him to fuck me suck me or whatever things just happened. I could not think straight any more. I suddenly felt guilty for letting the doctor to be the first one steal my almost virgin ass. I am absolutely sure that the whole saliva licking part may be for the sake of treatment and testing but. He just fucked my ass and I really didn’t opposed him at any point. Suddenly the doctor like a gentle man put my shirt over my naked body, I gazed away. He came closer to me and gently pat my cheek.

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Well, I will say I did not expect this… See, it all started on a recent conference trip for my job. We were in St. Louis for the conference, and due to budget issues, I had the pleasure of sharing a room with my co-worker Jim (I will call him Jim, to protect his privacy).

We had the usual conference boredom – hour after hour of people telling us how to do things new in our job – which management would promptly reject. So after the sessions were done I decided to go walk downtown and find a nice place to eat and – importantly – have a good beer.

Jim came along with me as he too was in need of a stiff drink. He’s a pleasant fellow, tall, lean and fit. Of course, with the size of our company I never interacted with him much. But he seemed like a nice guy – IF I had to share a room with someone, he’d be fine.

We spotted an Irish pub downtown, and Jim insisted we eat there. I was introduced to “bangers & mash,” a delightful dish. And the beer – wow. I just kept trying draft after draft of good Irish beers. Fantastic.

Feeling good, we sang songs from the 80s’ out loud as we walked back to the hotel downtown. “Come on Eileen” was our favorite, even if neither of us knew many of the lyrics. He looked at me, and gave a jerking-off motion as he sang the chorus, and I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants.

Back in the room, Jim brought out a bottle of good Russian Vodka. I hurriedly fetched glasses and ice and we were well on our way. After a few drinks, I announced it was time for me to shower and go to bed. Jim gave me a “boo” as I grabbed my undies and headed for the shower.

In the warm water, I washed myself, and thought of the evening. Jim was much more than I had expected. I never imagined myself with another guy – but I had to admit, Jim was pretty good looking and had a nice body.

With these thoughts still in my head, I put on my fresh undies and went out to the room. I usually sleep with a t-shirt, but I acted more daring this time and went with my blue briefs only.

Jim was watching TV, and promptly arose as I crossed to my bed. “I’ll take the next shift,” he said heading into the bath.

I lay atop the bed, and I kept thinking about Jim. His rugged good looks. His eyes. His smile.

I forced myself to stop dwelling on it. After all, we were co-workers. Nothing was ever going to happen, right?

Jim emerged from the bath a few minutes later. He had a towel wrapped around him, which to my surprise dropped to the floor as he reached his suitcase. He stood there naked as he dug through the bag for his underwear. His back was to me, and I could not help myself from looking at his tight ass. But what really caught my eye was the full frontal reflection in the hotel mirror above hid suitcase.

His cock was perfect in every way. Long and well hung, it seemed to have a rhythmic dance to it as he looked through the suitcase. He was circumcised, and it seemed like his cock was 9 inches long. Wow.

My initial response was almanbahis an immediate flow of blood to my own cock. It was totally involuntary, and even surprised me. But then I reached down and pushed my cock down so as to not present a tent if Jim looked my way.

Just then I caught movement in the mirror, and realized that he was looking at me. Busted. He had clearly seen me subduing my own erection in the reflection. I glanced away, but the deed had been done, and now the game was on. And the ball was clearly in Jim’s court.

He said, “Oh, there it is,” as he pulled out a tiny pair of briefs. They were bright orange, and could only be described as a thong – or banana hammock. He pulled those tight briefs on and spun around, daring me to look at his fantastic package.

“I hope this is okay,” he said with a knowing smile. “I like to be comfy when in bed.”

“Looks good to me,” I said. What the hell? My mouth opened up before my brain engaged – again. I was mortified. But, I kept my mouth shut and pretended to watch TV.

Jim walked over to the split between the beds, and sat down on his side facing me. I was still propped up on pillows facing the TV.

“What are you watching?” he asked, not bothering to look at the screen.

“Um. Looks like lizards running across a beach.”

“Fascinating.”

I finally looked over at him as he casually gazed at my body. Suddenly I was very self conscious laying there in my undies.

“You know,” he said as he continued to stare. I looked up at his eyes, and saw they were locked on my mid-section. “Therapeutic massage is one of the best things to do to prevent a hangover. And we both have had a lot to drink tonight.”

My mind raced forward to all the permutations of this suggestion. I visualized him astride my body, his hands rubbing up and down my bare back. I was nervous, but I was also aroused at the thought. I’d never really been with a man before, but my porn lately was very much focused on hot dicks – and Jim’s cock was certainly hot. Plus, it wasn’t as if he was doing anything devious – pretty much just offering to give me a massage. Perhaps I was reading too much into it.

“Well,” I nervously croaked. “If it helps, then perhaps we should try it.”

“Good,” he exclaimed as he stood up. Now my own eyes were drawn to his mid-section. Specifically that huge bulge in his tight bikini thong. Damn. That monster cock was stretching the thin orange fabric to its limits. And it was right in my face now as he crossed to my bed.

Instead of walking around, Jim walked forward to me, putting his cock right in my face. I swear I could have reached out to grab it, and a big part of me wanted to do just that.

Instead, I chickened out and rolled over onto my stomach so he could massage my back. He started working my upper back and shoulders, which really felt good. Soon, the relaxation kicked in and I began to not worry so much about his body, and simply allow myself to feel the tightness almanbahis giriş leave my body.

Then, Jim climbed up on the bed, and (as I predicted) straddled me just below my hips. He was reaching up and working on my lower back and upper buttocks. I moaned in time with his manipulation of my muscles, relaxing me even more. Ironically, while I was so relaxed I became aware that I had worked up a raging hard-on.

My cock was pressing down into the bed, and it was becoming slightly uncomfortable as it was still facing downwards. I began to shift my butt a bit to relieve the pressure, but that only got me shifted halfway. Now my cock was facing straight into the bed, and his hands were pressing on my ass. This created a curious mix of pleasure and pain, and I began to shift to relieve the pressure on my member.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Um, not exactly,” I whispered. “Afraid I need to adjust myself a bit.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said helpfully. “That is a normal response. Why don’t you turn over?”

He raised himself up on his knees, and took his weight off my legs. This immediately relieved the pressure and I simply rolled over onto my back.

To my non-surprise, and total embarrassment, my cock was tented straight up. It stretched my modest blue briefs to the limit, and I just watched to see what Jim’ reaction would be. This was the moment, I figured, to find out if I was reading the signals correctly. Or, would he try to cool me down and go crawl into his own bed – meaning I had misread the evening.

“Well,” he said as he looked at my erect penis inside my briefs. “No wonder you were uncomfortable.”

He simply reached to my sides and in one quick movement pulled my briefs off. My cock sprang up as if it were trying to pose like Superman flying.

Jim rose on his knees, and slid my briefs off my now nude body. I watched his cock in that tiny bikini as he did so, and I was relieved to see it growing in response.

Now, I suppose a bit of back story will help explain my issues. I have always been attracted to both men and women, so I realized I was bi-sexual. But the only time I ever did anything with another guy was a big mistake. It was a casual hookup, and we drove into the country for some privacy. His cock was crooked, and hairy, and smelled too strongly for my senses. Not bad, but certainly not a good experience.

But now, well – Jim was freshly showered, and I had seen he shaved his cock (just like me) and I was close enough to smell him – and it turned me on. He smelled faintly of soap and perhaps shaving cream. So nice.

With him still straddling me, now my naked cock pointing up between his legs, and his huge bulge staring me in the face I did what any red-blooded person would do. I grabbed his cock in his bikini and pulled it to me. I kissed his dick through the fabric, and began to rub him up and down as he swelled in size.

Taking his bikini by the sides I began to slowly lower them to reveal his manhood. almanbahis yeni giriş Inch by inch the monster cock was exposed to my eyes. It was still pointing downward, but it gave resistance as I maneuvered his bikini down. I knew it was growing – thus the resistance, but I did not stop. I simply kept slowly pulling down the bikini.

His shaft was freshly shaven, and when his balls appeared they were smooth and creamy. His shaft was now three-quarters revealed, but still no sign of the tip of his penis. Damn, how big was this cock?

Suddenly, I slid the shorts all the way down and thrust my open moth forward. I was rewarded with a perfect catch as his cock sprung to attention as it entered my wet mouth.

At this point I no longer needed any conversation, or excuses. This was simple lust and I took full advantage of the moment.

He thrust his huge dick into my open mouth, and I devoured as much of it as I could. I had read about the gag reflex, but you really can’t understand it until you try to shove a huge, long, shiny penis deep into your own mouth. I gagged and he pulled back just in time for me to recover..

Then I was holding his penis in my hands. Wet with my juices, it gleamed. He was about the same girth as me, but he was so long. I pulled him to me and began to lick that beautiful shaft. Starting at the tip, I licked down every inch until I was sucking on his shaved balls.

I felt Jim’s hand on my hard cock as he reached behind to stroke me. He smiled down at me as he tugged on my dick, causing intense pleasure.

I again took his shaft deep in my mouth. This time I consciously loosened my throat and allowed it to slide deep inside until my mouth hit the base of his shaft. I had done it. Deepthroated my very first time. It was so intense and I felt the build up of cum inside my own cock as I sucked on his.

It only took a few more sucks and strokes for both of us to reach the edge. I thought about edging him for a few more minutes, but I could not stop my desires from sucking his big cock as hard as I could.

My hand on his balls alerted me before he moaned loudly that he was coming. I pulled him halfway back and swirled my tongue around his swollen cock head.

I could feel myself inching closer to orgasm as I sucked and stroked his magnificent penis in my mouth.

Just then, it all climaxed at once. He erupted into my open mouth, shooting load after load deep in my throat. My cock spasmed in response, shooting ropes of cum up and all over his arm and back as he kept stroking me off.

I was thrashing, moaning, and coming all at the same time as I sucked every last drop of his cum. I never even thought about it, I just swallowed it all – tasty and salty. His hand continued to stroke my dick even as his strength gave out and he slid back, out of my mouth and down prone onto my body. Our hands were between us, rubbing each other’s cocks as we kissed.

Suddenly it was like a light switch, and Jim rolled off me and began to softly snore. I was still panting with erotic desire as he slept beside me.

Slowly I cradled his semi hard penis in my hand and drifted off to sleep dreaming about the next encounter with this lovely guy.

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