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I had a postgraduate interview with one of the highest regarded top tier employers in the region which held influence with all of the most critical sociology-political-economic power brokers within not just the “tri-state” area but the majority of eastern half of the country.

A team of their headhunters had been scouting me since I submitted my doctoral thesis that I was scheduled to defend in order to finally be awarded my PhD which had been the driving concern and focus of my adult life until this point. I had researched Fletcher, James and Associates and maxed out my last available credit card to buy the suite and tie all indicators showed was the most favored among these corporate mogul elites. I barely slept the night before going over in my mind all the variables I needed to account for and information I might be asked to explain or justify by the hiring committee which was being led by no less than three of the members of the board. This was a significantly big deal.

I arrived 15 minutes early and was in the lobby reception area awaiting to be called back. The last thing I needed was to be distracted by a member of the front desk security personnel I tried to focus on anything else other than this 20 something’s squared jaw, those dark piercing eyes that glinted amber and emerald depending on the angle of the light or his jet black hair that was one of nature’s cruelest tricks that would make anyone instantly envious and wish they had been born equally as blessed.

No, this is too important for you to screw up. I had taken Doctor Flanagan’s advice and worn an Egyptian cotton undershirt freshly laundered and “G-string” underwear that was so sheer and minimal that it was practically not there at all. My Mentoring Professor said that was all to distract my brain from over analyzing this very precipitous moment that could make or break my burgeoning career. He had said it was a confidence booster, they gave me a secret that only I knew and that those appraising my worth would instinctively detect and want to hear more from me in the hope they would know my nugget of wisdom as well.

Instead of confidence, I felt exposed. Like I was sweating through the most expensive outfit of clothes I have ever owned. When the guard stood up to sign off on a package my heart sank in my chest and my blood ran cold as he stepped around the desk to inspect and log said delivery. He was without question one of the most handsome men I had seen in my life and I had been friends with my Alma Mater’s wrestling and gymnast teams.

Confidence Doctor Flanagan? More like libidinal overdrive! I thought I was going to pass out when I thought the guard had clocked my gaze. I had not even had the interview and I was about to be banned from the premises for leering at an employee barred from consideration for harassing the help.

My heart jumped into my throat when with ex-military precision he marched over to me saying “You can go in now.” I tried to compose myself as I said “Thank You” hoping for a more masculine tone that only sounded like a mouse squeak in my ear.

Once out of sight my natural biorhythm returned and I was able to better focus on the task at hand, proving my worth as their best possible applicant and the correct choice to fill the vacancy as one of their esteemed colleagues.

The interview itself flew by in the blink of an eye without incident, snafu or embarrassment; all the prep-work paid off when I defaulted to clinical rote being informative without the slightest hint of self-righteous arrogance or sheepish unpreparedness. istanbul travesti It all seemed to go as well as it possibly could.

Once excused by the committee I went back to my car feeling a sense of relief that I had done the best I could and had not made a fool of myself before I even got in the door. The weather was mild and pleasant so I had the top down on my car. I just barely had paid off sitting in the driver’s seat gathering my thoughts before heading home when the security guard came around from behind and asked how it had gone.

He looked amused when I jumped startled by the unexpected query. In a moment the arousal started simmering in my brain as I felt movement in my groin that I tried and hoped went unnoticed by the guard. Mustering as much self control as I could I replied “it seemed to go well, Thank You for asking.” The guard handed me a validated parking pass and I headed home being mindful not to run over the guard as I exited the parking area.

My apartment I shared with three other post grad students which normally didn’t bother me since we all tended to focus on our studies and did not interfere with each other much. Tonight was different. Each had finished and submitted our respective doctoral theses and were waiting to hear back from the panels when our defense would be scheduled. It was 2 weeks till the next major school break so we knew historically it would be next week in all probability but everyone was keyed up and nervous. The energy of the room was frenetic and so I went to the apartment complex clubhouse to work off some of that nervous energy in the weight room set up there. This was my first time here, usually I was on campus when the mood to hit the gym would strike.

You could have knocked me down with a feather when once I used my apartment pass key card to open the door, who should be inside already halfway through a routine set, but none other than the security guard I got so hot and bothered by before the interview.

He was only wearing the thinnest of running shorts, the one with the built in jock support so that with each pull of the leg curl I was able to get an ample view of that amazing bubble butt that I had only seen the outline of in his uniform earlier. Switching off to the pull down bar I got an even better view of his muscular torso that had just the right amount of hair to frame his pecs perfectly. He noticed my arrival as my eyes were following that tantalizing treasure trail in the clefts of those well defined abs of his.

He woke me from my internal revelry by saying, “Well, if it is not the up and comer in the flesh.” It took me a moment to discern if he was being sarcastically snide or genuinely welcoming. He was apparently a regular. I said hello and started alternating between triceps and biceps before switching to behind the head lateral pull downs. I almost lost my grip when he said how much more defined I looked out of that stuffy suit I was wearing earlier. I balked, thinking surely I had not heard him correctly when he came around behind me with a voice like velvet and said how much he had enjoyed seeing me watching him at the office.

When he suggested that I follow him back to his place for some cardio I gave up all pretense of trying to deny what I was feeling. We walked back towards the G units and were soon in his living room. I barely had time to notice the evidence of his living alone as we shed the sweat soaked workout rags and got serious about that cardio workout he had promised.

I felt like I was on some sort of aphrodisiac istanbul travestileri with the way every muscle and nerve fiber came to life with his touch. It was like we were on the wrestling mat with each of us vying for optimal positioning as we worked our way through the oral warm up appetizers.

The security guard surprised me when he slipped seamlessly from giving me head to suck each of my balls with a distinctive popping sound as they went in and out of his mouth. While I was still on the blowjob part of this 69 he followed the cleft between my balls with that talented tongue of his up my perineum and proceeded to rim me with the intensity and prowess of someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

The next thing I realized he had lubed me up so well and I was still so enthralled by the surprising sensory overload that I barely registered being flipped over onto my stomach and feeling that uncut cock of this retired vet as it penetrated me with the precision of a guided pilot missile. I was so worked up by the experience earlier in the day and the gym that it never even occurred to me to mind that he could not have put on a condom in the swift of a transition.

I had to buy a polyethylene condom because of how chafed latex made me hurt and vinyl was more of a problem for the top. It had been years since I last bottomed. I was grateful that I had a colonic that morning to make sure there was no chance of an inadvertent mid-interview gas embarrassment. But there was no way he would have known about any of that!

God that cock feels so good though, it had been way too long since I had a good release like this. It was apparent my security guard was the take charge kind of guys, undoubtedly something carried over from his tour of duty. I wish I had a camera filming this so I could see those muscles of his rippling and undulating as he fucked me furiously with an undeniable passion and intensity. I was just along for the ride as he drove every inch of his uncut cock every way imaginable. It was a good thing I was into the moment as much as his guard was because in his wild abandon I doubt he would have heard or heeded any attempts I would have made in denial or protest; such was the animistic desire we both had in this moment.

I remember hearing the lid of the lube bottle pop as he opened it and how cold it felt as he squirted on my hot hole before diving head first back inside in yet another reposition. I guess I was so dazed and not responding quick enough for him before he picked me up like it was nothing for him and moments later I was ass up on the upholstered arm of the couch face down on the cushion with one hand on the side of my head holding me down while this apparently recently returned military maverick made me his bitch. His bravado both aroused and frightened me. I had always been very clinical in my sexual encounters, some saying even cold and sterile. This encounter most definitely was not anywhere close to my accustomed experience.

It was as if he had just been released from at least a year’s incarceration such was the ferocity and aggressive determination with which he dicked my hole. When he flipped me over while still on the couch I was shocked at just how rock hard and aroused I was. Even my nipples were hard points at attention. I heard the sound of the lube bottle squirting but it must have been directly on his cock just before he shoved it back in balls deep. Each thrust made my dick bounce and flop all around so much that it was practically a hand-job. Within a moment I was shooting travesti istanbul out copious ropes of white cum all over the place. The muscle contractions of my ejaculation must have been what he needed since not long after he was plastering my guts with his own with the growling roar so animalistic I actually wondered if he had been possessed. It is October after all.

What happened next caught me off guard. Somehow he had an apparatus at the ready where he looped rope around my ankles and then hoisted my body up feet first with my legs spread akimbo. My now sore and thoroughly used hole was wide open and easily accessible. I felt like I was drunk or in one of those dreams that you can not wake up from. The Security Guard I had been crushing on earlier in the day was downing his second beer, sweat dripping off of him like he had been running in a rainstorm. He opened a third brown glass bottle and chugged it down like it was water leaving 1 bottle out of the six pack he had in the fridge.

The next I felt his semi-erect piss hard was shoved as far into my roughly used hole as he could manage. Bewildered by what he could possibly have in mind I was stunned when I felt the oddest of sensations. It took me a minute to realize what was happening. The guy I had been crushing on proved nothing like what I had hoped and was now emptying his bladder in my ass which trussed up like this gave maximum capacity. I would later be grateful after a friend told me uric acid killed bacteria and was an archaic form of birth control. Well, considering guys can not get pregnant rectally I am still not sure what that was all about. As dazed as I was he must have put something in my water bottle when I was not looking to be this incapacitated.

The next thing I knew he was blind folding me and tying my hands behind my back. It is surreal not to be able to see what is going on around you. I heard the door open and close, then the sound of a truck pulling up front. Then I hear the cap on the last bottle of beer being opened. I waited to hear the sound of it being drunk when suddenly I felt this jerk shoving it neck first in my hole which was still trussed up over my head so I felt the waste of a perfectly good bottle of beer being emptied in my guts. I will never forget the burning sensation the alcohol made in my guts as I writhed trying to get free but by that point he had shoved a ball-gag in my mouth and duct taped it in place.

I consigned myself that I was about to die and what a fool I was for getting involved with someone I never even actually knew. I must have passed out because the next thing I knew was the sound of police sirens outside and the warmth of the sun on my naked and abused body.

The Security Guard was nowhere to be found. He had emptied the apartment overnight of everything except the makeshift wood and rope contraption the police found me still suspended feet over head with the now empty beer bottle wedged firmly in my ass. I heard crime scene photos being taken before I was freed and the blindfold removed.

Evidently he had been hired under a fully documented alias so thorough it never set off any alerts or alarms. My assailant was never captured nor was I hired by Fletcher, James and Associates

I was granted a sabbatical by the college due to this horrifying experience after which I successfully defended my doctoral thesis, though I suspect the faculty took it easy on me. I am lucky to be alive, I realize that, but I have to always have someone I trust near me and the lights have to always be on. I have not been able to face a gym or sports event and always have to sit with my back to the wall facing whatever room I am in and within sight of the exit. My therapist says in time these will pass and that I should just be thankful if not grateful to have survived the ordeal at all.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

A tale of lust for Halloween.

There was a chill wind whistling around the leafy suburbs and the children had long since ceased their seasonal, costumed revelry.

Halloween is an odd day for a birthday but so it is that many such odd birthdays are celebrated without any supernatural disruption caused where the world of the spirits and the world of the living meet.

There are, however, exceptions and as the evening drew on and swirling clouds raced past a bright moon, the silhouettes of wind blown leaves could easily be mistaken for unearthly things in flight.

Seated at his desk, tired and feeling sorry for himself, the figure of Doctor Caldiero betrayed his mood, his mind wandered. A rare glass of wine with his supper was perhaps the catalyst but by no means the only cause of these mental meanderings.

At 64, a year away from his official retirement, Tino’s mind and body were pretty sharp, even after a splendid celebration of his birthday in a swanky restaurant, downtown.

He took pleasure in challenges of an intellectual nature and was working out as hard these days as he ever had, although he was conscious of needing more recovery time.

During the 1980’s his PHD research into nutrition in support of muscle growth for sports training had led to the establishment of a course specifically for students of physical education and sports majors, eventually expanding into a faculty, which he headed, providing education in all aspects of what had become known, collectively, as sport sciences within one of our most renowned universities. He’d done everything there was to do in his field and he was treading water.

One would be hard pressed to find many men as fit or as strong as the doctor at this age for he had always had a passion for training, which originally led to his chosen path in research and then his broader career. Since turning 60, thinking about his body image and hating the process of accepting the inevitable decline in his physique had become a major preoccupation.

As a rational scientist, with access to frontier research data in physiology, neurology, nutrition and bio-chemistry, he realised that, with the passing years, no increase in effort, no dietary supplement, no miracle drug, no surgery was going to prevent the entropy that is inevitable, not just in ourselves but in everything around us; our homes, the cities we live in, the trees and even the mountains decline and fall. Understanding this fundamental truth was not the same as accepting the mood of gloom it brought.

Most of the time the uncomfortable facts of ageing led the good doctor to get on with all aspects of his busy life without obsessing and grief but here he was, contemplating the gathering of his colleagues next year for his last day in office and saying goodbye to everything his academic work had built. What then?

He’d been single for almost four years. The occasional ‘visitor’, nights out and sometimes nights in with friends (Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies? What did all that mean anyway), were his outlets for social and sexual pleasure. He still needed that, needed it bad sometimes too.

Taking care of yourself has its benefits in that way and can lead you to unexpected pleasures with much younger companions, those who could ignore the numbers, those who didn’t continue “You’re in amazing shape,” with “For a man of your age!”

What of trying to settle down again though? He missed not having a significant other. He was out of place in a world much younger than himself, out of touch with the music and culture of those for whom he felt sexual attraction. He couldn’t stand the shallow coldness of social media “Friends”, men of his own age had mostly gone stale both in body and mind and even colleagues, twenty years or more his junior, those just beginning to understand what it’s like to deal with the changes that advancing years will always bring, seemed somehow at a tangent to his way of life.

With a startling clarity, Caldiero had realised the true tragedy of ageing for all of those high profile, beautiful people in the media, who cannot grow young in mind any more than they can prevent the decay in their bodies. He realised what a curse it would be to remain forever young as the world around you is growing old and, in desperation, trading tips with their contemporaries on the next program of fashionable regenerative treatment.

Arriving at this sombre but oddly invigorating conclusion, he stayed sane with his pragmatic approach, which refreshed his eagerness to make the most of every day and work with what he had. Thoughtfully, he glanced down at the papery skin of an old man on the back of his right hand and how his corded right forearm, liberally forested in short, dark hair distracted the eye from it. The broad metal bracelet of his chronometer glinted in the spotlight of his desk lamp as he turned his thick wrist to read the time, it was approaching midnight,

It occurred to him that istanbul travesti it was high-time he turned in, when he was snapped out of his lethargy by a sudden knock at the door.

Surely an emergency of some sort. A neighbour in need of help perhaps. Certainly not a night for casual callers and way too late for anyone canvassing or selling. Who on earth could it be. There was no illuminated bell push to display “Dr.Faustino Caldiero”.

His bare feet conveyed him noiselessly to the spy hole at his front door and looking out into the fish-eye world of his front porch, Tino saw a stocky figure, dressed in black with his back turned to the door. A sports bag squatted alongside the visitor, who turned back into view under the porch light. Beneath a wide hood, as the head tilted upwards, could be seen wide, strong cheekbones, a broad nose, subtly crooked, like his own and a short, dense beard of black, through which the faintest warmth of lips might just be glimpsed. The head inclined to indicate the visitor was listening. Tino held his breath.

A hand reached up and pulled back the hood and Tino recoiled. The face revealed was uncannily like his own. The shock made him step back and as he did so, the door somehow unlatched and opened.

The usually calm, logical mind of the career scientist reeled in confusion.

“Father.” Spoke the figure in black, the open doorway revealing an impressive even imposing man. Wide at the shoulder, thick muscular neck, the jacket was narrowly quilted and tapered sharply suggesting a thickly muscled chest and big arms, then at the waist, baggy, black gym shorts did little to conceal the powerful thighs of this man which rippled in time to the ripped sinuous diamonds of his calves as he picked up his bag and stepped forward over the threshold.

Had there been any breath in his body to reply, Tino could not have made himself respond. His senses struggling to process what he was seeing and that word, spoken as if into the vaulted roof of a great gothic cathedral, resounded around the inside of his head.

The apparition, reached calmly for the door handle and quietly closed it behind him. Unzipped the short jacket, which opened to reveal a wide expanse of black T shirt, tautly covering a carefully sculpted rack of pectoral and abdominal muscle, subtly highlighted by the hallway light above his head. At the neck, bluish beard stubble gave way to dark, recently trimmed tufts of curling, black body hair frothing over the binding.

“I guess a hug would be a little premature.” Murmured the man with a hint of disappointment. “I understand your surprise. You were, of course, not expecting me.”

Recovering slightly, Tino regarded his visitor, as this latest utterance careered into the echoing void, jamming all the questions crowding his secret thoughts, beginning a jostling, disorderly queue behind his tongue.

Struggling for clarity, images swam in Tino’s brain. Although he knew it could not be.

A sophomore party long ago. The clothes, the hair, the music of the 1970’s. A familiar face, Tony, the guy all the girls adored, the guy that Tino himself secretly adored. Tony’s current squeeze, Althea. Small, dark and pretty, with an unfashionable, boyish bob. Then they are naked all of them together. Tony pinning Tino down by his arms, slapping his face with his long fat cock, taunting, feeding Tino his ball-sac to lick and suck on. Althea hunched between Tino’s legs swallowing his member and then she’s riding him and Tony has hold of Tino’s head and is fucking his mouth with long strokes and foaming saliva and semen and Tino ejaculates into Althea’s lithe little body without ever seeing her quivering orgasms and incongruously lust-contorted features.

He knows it’s a fake, an hallucination. How could it be a memory when he couldn’t have seen Althea beyond Tony’s body? Who were these people? His analytical mind raced to understand but he just wanted to accept it, as if a hand, like Tony’s was pushing the back of his head and forcing him to swallow what, somehow, he had always wanted. Was it? Was he secretly craving a long lost son? Trying to push out the deception and gasping as if for air, Tino sought out these longings in his memories and suddenly they were there. Dinner parties with colleagues, their children and more recently their grandchildren. Then again came Tony and Althea, before the divorce, walking happily along the beach. Althea carrying their newly born daughter, Tony, hand in hand with two sons and a toddler on his shoulders. How happy they were.

Wait a minute! Tony and Althea were childless! They’d been a brief romance in college!

It was all so plausible to a man in a state of shock. A stranger, remarkably, uncannily like a younger version of himself, presented as his own son. Tino had a perfect right to be confused and disorientated. He looked and looked at the younger man, patiently shifting his weight from foot to foot.

A name came into his mind, unbidden. Matteo, Matt. “Matt?” he croaked

“You remember!” Smiled istanbul travestileri the visitor as an infectious grin, like the break in dark clouds, lit his handsome face.

“All those years Tony thought you were his and brought you up as his own.” Stammered Tino, choking down tears.

“You know he loved you, don’t you?” Interjected the stranger. “He knew you loved him too.”

Tino knelt and submitted to the onslaught, accepting the reconstruction of his memories by whatever force was overwhelming his mind. He raised his tear streaked face to greet a look of concern on the handsome visage of the new arrival, his only son.

Matteo stepped forward and carefully scooping big hands under Tino’s armpits gathered up the crumpled Doctor and raised him to his feet.

“Happy birthday, Dad!” Said Matt in a tender, quiet tone, his warm breath and deep, rumbling voice made Tino quiver with a cocktail of conflicting emotions. Suddenly, he was no longer who he had been but one thing hadn’t changed, as he relished the strong arms around him, the bearded cheek against his, the warmth of that muscular body pressed to his own, the masculine scent awakening his animal instincts and the pressure of his thickening cock all told him that whoever this guy was, he was going to get the fucking of his life.

Tino let his hormones bring him back to his senses, revelling in the powerful response of his sexuality, restoring his vigour, pumping blood around his body and oxygen into his shocked brain. He wrapped his arms tightly around that powerful chest and back, feeling his own muscles electrify as they rubbed against Matteo’s fabulous hirsute masculinity.

The pulse in his ear stopped.

His body was silent and motionless.

He couldn’t even blink.

He felt no need to breathe. Another voice sounded in the room or in his head. It was resonant, it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time and it reminded him strongly of somebody but could not remember to whom it belonged.

“There is a price for this privilege, Faustino Caldiero.” Declaimed the voice. “This beautiful treasure that comes to you tonight as a gift on the anniversary of your birth.”

Once again, Tino was tormented with questions and paralysed, unable to ask but it seemed he was anticipated.

“I send this creature, Matteo, which you desire. He knows only the truth you have given him. His body is yours, you know it as you knew your own.” Insisted the intruder. “I hold the power of life and death over you both.” It continued. “You are suspended outside time and in your world, technically speaking, you are dead.” It preached.

Helpless to respond, the rising tide of panic in Tino stalled. All he could do was listen.

“You can never forget his existence.” Cautioned his captor.” He is joined to you just as your beard and your teeth are part of you. If you wish, he will stay with you, he will love you like no other could and you he.” Intoned the voice. “At midnight on your next birthday, he will return to me and you with him. That is the price.” Warned the voice. “You may, of course, return to your past life of decline but you will never meet again and you will never know what might have been between you.”

These words stabbed at Tino like a hot spear. What was there to look forward to in his past life? Memories, past achievements, failing health, regrets. How could he live not knowing this “Gift”? Why would he just go back?”

He felt a brief, sharp pain at the vein in the crook of his left elbow, a tiny trickle of blood flowed there and without the movement of a hair, he felt his will take up the ghostly index finger of his right hand, dip it into his own blood and write “Tino” on Matteo’s motionless forehead.

In an instant, his pulse raced, his breath whispered as he nuzzled into Matteo’s cheek and beard, his heart pounded in his chest. He pulled away just far enough to look up at Matt’s forehead, down at his left arm and at his right index finger. Nothing. A cold sweat on his brow, he knew that it was real and immediately knew with whom he had contracted.

A warm hand tenderly laid on his bearded jaw guiding his head towards Matteo’s own , that reassuring face moved in for the first of many passionate kisses. Kisses as no other could kiss. 10 minutes past midnight, lips and tongues entwined Tino knew that Matteo would instinctively respond and do whatever pleased him most.

He lifted the younger man’s meaty paw to his mouth and kissed it’s palm before leading Matteo to his bedroom. Matteo shucked off his jacket and Tino lifted the black T shirt off as Matt raised his arms in a perfectly synchronised movement and Tino dove right into the dank musky valleys of his pits, the deep, furry cleft between his powerful pecs and the downy ripples of his hard abdomen. Matt kicked off his black trainers, just as Tino reached inside the waistband of his shorts and they slipped down those massive legs to the floor as Matt’s fat cock bounced into view and into Tino’s hungry gullet in one gulp travesti istanbul like a seal swallowing a fish.

Matt clamped his big hands over the back of Tino’s head and pressed down hard. Tino’s face was deeply buried in the dank curling undergrowth of Matteo’s groin, working his throat muscles on his shaft, Tino’s arms wrapped around the massive, bristling pillars of Matteo’s thighs, Tino’s hands parting the downy cheeks of Matt’s arse and his thick fingers groped for the tender centre of that musky glade.

Just as Tino was beginning to think he’d black-out from lack of oxygen, Matteo’s hips pressed forward, sandwiching Tino’s face in an irresistible grip, he pumped his hot sperm into Tino’s belly.

As soon as he felt Matt’s great tree-trunk legs buckle with the force of his orgasm, Tino siezed his chance to free his face enough to gasp in a breath that whistled down his wind-pipe, past the tumescent flesh tube cramming his gullet, he sank happily back into that blissful tangle of pubic hair, with Matt’s dangling testicles at his chin.

Mentally confirming the wisdom of his decision to accept Mephistopheles’ contract, he busied his fingers at Mateo’s hole as he milked the last dribbles of semen from his prostate, it was Tino’s turn to grip the quivering fucker before him, tantalising that tender flesh, drawing out the rapture of losing your load in a series of brain busting explosions and spasmodic aftershocks. Matteo was putty in his strong grasp, quivering like a giganticrag doll, his head lolling, groaning and moaning uncontrollably, Tino was overjoyed. In the confinement of his smart dinner suit his own genitals were painfully confined but such was his ecstasy and his anticipation, the strangulation of his folded hard-on goaded him like a race horse under the whip.

Without releasing his bear-hug, Tino came up for air once more, using the opportunity to topple Matteo onto his bed, he moved quickly to hoist those titanic legs and grasping Matt’s ankles he plunged his saliva covered face into the musky depths of Matteo’s gloriously furry butt crack. Without a pause in his orgasmic groaning and moaning Matteo clasped his hands behind his knees, pulling them back and wide and encouraging Tino to force his legs into a wide splits that seemed impossible for such a powerful physique. Instinctively, Tino repositioned his hands, propping up Matt’s beautiful bubble-butt, affording him the greatest possible access and he wasted no time in chowing down like a beast on that irresistible offering before him.

Matt’s cock twitched and his ball-sack writhed as Tino devoured his hot slippery hole and penetrated him with his skillfull tongue. He tried to raise his head to see the scene playing out on the dressing table mirror, lit from the hallway, through the open door but each time Tino chomped on his arse and thrust his tongue into him his head slapped back onto the mattress and his eyes rolled back uncontrollably under the upper lid, he pulled his legs wider apart and wished he could open right out for those sucking lips, those nibbling teeth and that probing tongue to work their magic even deeper into him.

Tino could stand it no longer, with lightening speed he tore open his fly, scooped a hand under his painfully cramped genitals, drawing them out into the open with a bestial grunt, where the angry, steel hard helmet of his cock seemed to faintly glow, silken in the gloom. He grabbed those ankles again and fell on the prone figure, split open and ready before him, pressed his cock against the gaping ring of Matteo’s arse and burst into the man’s guts in an act of uncharacteristic brutality. Matt yelled as Tino ground his pubic mound into the body below him, spearing him with one long punching thrust.

Tino stifled him with his mouth, thrusting his tongue right into the tonsils, filling Matteo to the max at both ends. Matt’s response was to clamp his massive legs around Tino’s torso and locking his feet together at the ankle over the small of Tino’s back, crushing their bodies together in an unbreakable embrace.

Tino thought his heart would burst with joy as his cock throbbed inside Matt’s hot body, he looked down into the face of his younger self and saw the same stern look of lust, fulfilment and total happiness reflected back at him. he twitched his cock inside Matteo, Matt twitched his cock, pressed between their hard bellies and in so doing clamped his ring around Tino’s shaft. They smiled at each other in wordless acceptance of their perfect communication and with the slow, piston motion of a great steam engine, Tino drew out his cock and plunged back in, electrifying both of them. They kissed deeply as his tempo increased until their bodies generated so much inertia they could no longer lock their mouths together and slightly parted they share one another’s air.

Tino loved the feel of the muscle and the pelt beneath him, it seemed to be driving his copulation as Matt’s gripping legs and pumping hips brought them crashing together with each stroke. His whole being seemed to rise up onto a peak of multi-sensory pleasure and hover there for what seemed like an age, savouring this tremendous potency, driving everything he had into this man, the other drawing out that power and giving it back like the circulation of one, well oiled machine.

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My name is Jay, I’m 24 and straight but what happened this night has got me thinking.

It started on Saturday night, it was hot and I couldn’t sleep so I decided to take a walk winding up a park I ride my bike at. A cool breeze began blowing so I walked to a bench by the woods and sat down.

After a few minutes I heard someone whisper, “what are you hear for?”

Turning around I see and older man leaning out from behind a bush and said, “just here for a walk, it was so hot in my apartment and my ac is broken so here I am.”

“Oh ok we were just wondering sorry to bother you,” he said.

“No problem man, who are the we you’re talking about,” I said.

“Just me & a friend getting ready to smoke a joint,” he said.

“A joint can I get a hit or two?” I asked.

“Sure come on in,” he said.

Pushing the bush aside I saw 2 men both maybe around 40 or so and said, “hi I’m Jay I live down the street.”

The man who spoke to me earlier said, “I’m Dave, I live a few streets over.”

The other man said, “I’m Roy nice to meet you Jay.”

Dave lit the joint and after he took a hit handed it to me, we passed it around until it was finished. Dave pulled out & lit another the shit was strong I had such a buzz going as did Roy & Dave.

After finishing the 2nd Dave said, “how about we do up another?”

“I’m in,” said Roy

“Count me in,” I said.

As we smoked the 3rd joint Roy leaned over and kissed Dave, as they made out all I could think was, “what the fuck!”

Roy then unzipped Dave’s pants pulling out a massively fat 7″ cock and began sucking him off.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it as I watched this man swallow another guys cock, Dave must have noticed me as he said, “want some of this, come here Jay?”

I felt like I was in a hypnotic state or something as I walked towards him watching as he unzipped my pants taking out my cock running his tongue over my shaft before swallowing my skinny 8″ cock.

“Oh shit,” I moaned as he took my shaft down his throat.

Dave Pulled me down to the ground with him & Roy, I watched Roy swallowing him as he sucked my cock. Dave unzipped Roy’s pants pulling out his enormous cock a little bigger than Dave’s in length but so much fatter than his.

As I saw that cock I imagined it would take 2 hands istanbul travesti to reach around it and was amazed at something being that big.

Dave pushed my head down until I was face to face with Roy’s cock then said, “open wide you’re in for a treat.”

Still in a mesmerized state I instinctively open my mouth and begin running my tongue up & down his shaft. Then taking a deep breath & forcing my mouth open as wide as possible I swallow half way down his shaft, I could feel his huge head bang against the back of my throat. Knowing I could never force his huge throbbing cock into my throat I began bobbing my head up & down his shaft as my hands caressed his huge hairy balls.

We laid there for several minutes each fervently sucking the other cock I could feel I was ready to explode and pushed my cock hard into Dave’s face. Just as I was ready to shoot my load I buried my face deeper onto Roy’s hard throbbing cock, his head ripped my throat wide open causing my gag reflexes to kick in and I pulled back.

Roy pulling away from Dave’s cock for a second said, “Jay you know you want to swallow it up!”

I suddenly shot my 1st stream of cum and in an excited state rammed Roy’s cock back into my throat. I fought the urge to gag and swallowed, a few inches slid deeper as I felt my throat open wider than I could ever imagine. My second stream of cum shot and I took Roy even deeper bottoming my mouth into his hairy crotch.

I held Roy’s cock deep in my throat as I continued to shoot stream after stream of cum into Dave’s mouth.

As I watched Dave being sucked off by Roy I could see his body tense and knew he was going to explode.

Dave pulled my cock from his mouth and after licking my cum from his lips said, “fuck I’m gonna explode.”

I began pumping my mouth up and down Roy’s shaft forcing his entire shaft down my throat as I watched the hot action going on in front of me. I wanted so desperately to taste & feel his hot cum shoot into my mouth.

“Fuck oh yes,” Dave said as I saw his body tense and his hips pump as he shot his load into Roy’s mouth. After what seemed like 30 seconds his last stream shot as he collapsed against the ground.

Now it was just me sucking Roy’s cock which I was doing like my life depended on it. After what felt like an eternity, istanbul travestileri my mouth sore and my throat parched from being forced to stay so wide open for so long, Roy’s body tensed as his 1st stream shot down my throat. Pulling his cock from my throat his cum filled my mouth so much so each subsequent stream forced cum from the corners of my lips before I could finish swallowing the previous.

After his final stream ended Roy’s cock began to slowly shrink and I was shocked when he became fully flaccid his cock was way less than half it’s erect size. Licking my lips I cleaned off the cum that leaked out.

As the three of us lay there Dave said, “we come out here a lot, I think Roy would agree if you want to come back you would be more than welcome.”

“Oh yeah, I have to get going now my wife will be home from work soon. See you tomorrow Dave, Jay it was great meeting you.” Roy said dressing and leaving us alone.

Dave & I both sat up naked from the waist down and began talking.

“I can’t believe you got Roy’s cock in your throat that was fucking awesome, I tried and just gag.” Dave said.

“I can’t believe I did any of that. It’s the 1st time I’ve done anything like that, I’m straight.” I said with a raspy sore throat.

“Dude what you just did isn’t straight, you seemed to like it way too much. That’s not a knock or anything just a observation.” Dave said.

Looking away I stammered & said, “I have to admit it was hot and his cum tasted better than I would have thought. I only hope I get my voice back soon my throat is so fucking sore.”

I could see Dave’s cock beginning to grow & could feel mine stiffening as I watched.

Dave reached out taking my cock as he began stroking up and down my shaft, I reciprocated stroking his growing shaft.

Dave leaned his face to mine kissing me his tongue forcing my mouth open as it playfully began flicking at mine. As we kissed he ran his other hand grasping my bare ass, then pressing a finger to my hole slowly slid it in.

Pulling away from our kiss I moaned pushing against his finger, I could feel my cock getting hard as steel as he stroked me faster.

“You like that you little faggot,” Dave said.

I felt a wave of excitement roll over my body as he said that to me and not knowing travesti istanbul why said, “Yes crap yes I like that let me be your faggot.”

Dave pulled out another joint and we smoked while jerking each other off, soon I was feeling that same strange wave as before as my inhibitions seemed to leave me.

Dave stopped stroking my cock and turned me over, after getting me to my knees he went behind me. Feeling that mesmerized state again I knew what was happening, I didn’t want this to happen but I couldn’t stop him,

Spitting in his hand Dave slathered my ass then he spit and covered his cock. I felt his cock pushing against my ass then suddenly he pushed his huge cock stretching it wide open as 3″ entered.

“Ow fuck that hurts,” I moaned as his cock seemed to be splitting me open.

“Shh take it like a man, you’re gonna love this,” Dave said.

Dave pulled almost all the way out and then slammed hard forcing his cock all the way inside me.

“Please please no,” I plead with tears welling as the pain ran through me.

“Don’t worry it’ll be over soon, you’re gonna want it over & over when I’m done,” Dave said.

Dave then began rapidly pushing in & out, thank God it didn’t take long before I felt his cock stiffen and streams of cum began filling my ass.

Dave slid his cock out when he was finished and said, “bet you can’t tell me you didn’t like that.”

Sitting there I had to agree after the initial pain I really did like his cum shooting inside me and said, “yeah I guess if I was honest.”

I could feel the cum leaking from my ass as Dave said to me, “well I have to get going now, I really do hope you come back again. Roy is a big bottom guy and maybe next time you can have another 1st.”

“We’ll see,” I said.

Dave dressed and left, as I sat there with the high beginning to wear off I wondered what just happened. I dressed and hurried home as the cum leaking from me soaked through my underwear and pants.

When I got home and undressed it really hit me, I did like everything that happened tonight. Picking up my underwear I put my nose smelling the cum that filled me up. I felt a tiny stream of cum run down my leg, taking my finger I cleaned it off with wonder I licked it off wanting to taste it and found it to be sweet, tart & salty.

As I lay in bed my mind wandered and I found that I think I want to go back there again as I was hoping to fuck Roy. I could feel my cock growing as I imagined what it would be like and began stoking myself. After covering myself with my cum I drifted off to sleep…..

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Tyler is a freshman student at Creepside College. Gay and closeted, he has some troubles controlling his urges surrounded by frat guys, sexy professors, his hot brother and most importantly, his stunning straight roommate: Austin. The story is divided into 2 main parts – semester 1 (ch. 1 to ch 12) – semester 2 (ch. 13 to ch. 24).

In the previous chapters, Tyler promised himself he would stop obsessing other straight guys. But his resolution did not last long as he played with a passed-out Austin, and even tried to catfish him. Things took a turn when Austin found out he was talking to a catfish!

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Chapter 16: Doing a Martin

“I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG.”

My mind went all over the place. My life was over. Austin knew! He “always” knew. I started to sob like a little child.

Did Ryan tell him something? About me being gay? They were in a car for hours together, maybe he would have mentioned walking on me jerking-off to gay porn? No, he would not have… Or maybe Ryan had mentioned “Anna”‘s profile? And Austin would have matched the pieces of the puzzle together? No, Mallory was there too. There was no way Ryan could talk about his secret Instagram account in front of her. But what if he did when they were alone? Or maybe, Austin just knew I was gay, not from Ryan but from the staring… the creepy stalking, or worse… from the touching… Maybe he remembered New Year’s Eve? But then, how could he know Anna was me? Did I say something in the conversation? I almost betrayed myself several times while I was catfishing Ryan… Shit! I could not go through the conversation again to check because Austin blocked Anna’s profile. Maybe it had something to do with the IP addresses?

“I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG.”

I was shaking.

He knew all along.

I needed to do something. Anything.

I picked up my phone shaking and called Austin. Either that or I would drive myself crazy.

To say what? Sorry I tried to catfish you? Sorry I touched you in your sleep? I was already regretting calling him when he answered:

“Yo mate! You could not wait until tomorrow to talk to me?”

I was crying over the phone but could not verbalize a word. He did not seem mad. He seemed awfully normal actually.

“Bro what’s going on? Hello? Ty, Are you Ok?” He sounded more concerned now.

“Yeah… I…”

“What is it?”

He seemed surprised that I was crying. The man just called me a fag. How could he act so normally?

Then I realized it. He called Anna a fag, the fake profile. Not me.

I hung up.

When I read the phrase “I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG” directed at me, I instantly thought that he had recognized me. The fag in Austin’s life. The one who had been obsessing over him for months. But maybe…

I went back to the two videos I had just sent. OH FUCK! That was it! In one of the videos, Sofia/Anna had red nails, in the other, she had blue nails and a different haircut. I pretended the two videos were live! Of course, Austin realized I was a catfish at that moment; besides, he was probably suspicious since the very beginning — this is why he kept asking for a live cam session!

I was a total fool.

Austin caught a catfish. He did not catch me. At least… not yet! I deleted Anna’s account immediately. Austin tried to call me several times. Damn, now this phone call, crying, it was the most suspicious thing ever.

I did not answer, he texted me:

“Man, answer the damn phone!! I’m worried. What’s going on?!”

I collected myself as best as I could and called him back.

“I’m sorry, Sofia and I, it’s already over. She did not want anyone to know about us and I wanted to have a more serious thing… She just ended it.”

The lie came out without thinking it through but it turned out to be the most perfect lie, it was explaining my fake relationship with Sofia, ending it before the new semester started and giving me a reason to cry over the phone.

“That bitch!” he said. Maybe I should specify, he was not talking about me.

I said I needed to be alone and never wanted to talk about “that bitch” again (that would also save me from further explanations) and Austin told me he would be there to change my mind the next day.

My dear reader, that evening was the last time in my life I ever catfished anyone.

I played too close with the fire. This time, I got lucky. But on so many occasions, my brother or Ty could have caught up to me. Actually, one of them eventually did. But more on that later.

On the first evening back on campus, the guys (Austin, Gary, Martin, Henry, Steve, and Luis) and I sat down together retelling our holidays. I was happy to share Austin’s embarrassing drunk stories from New Year’s Eve. Although, I did not mention me stripping him while he was passed out or our interrupted masturbation session. We had a nice time. Once most of the boys started to talk about football again, Gary and I called it a night and we went to bed.

During the first week, I barely saw Austin even istanbul travesti though we would always take time to joke around and would now text each other constantly, like best friends do. His practices were taking a lot of his time, since he broke up with Ashley, he registered for some more activities: swimming and wrestling… As if he was not already hot enough? Steve and Austin were now wresting together once a week and this thought alone was enough to keep me awake at night. They were objectively two of the sexiest men of the entire College.

This time apart from my roommate did help me as I was dedicated to start fresh and focused more on classes this time around. The previous semester was a bit too crazy and the latest incident with the catfish convinced me I needed to work on controlling my urges.

When Austin was sleeping in tight underwear or naked next to me, I would merely look and direct my thoughts on tennis training or homework. Don’t worry my dear reader, I had not completely lost my mind, of course, I still peeked at his morning woods and sweaty armpits. The man was a perfect Adonis, it would have been a crime not to look!

Thankfully, Janice was there to keep me right on track. Austin and Ashley were now very vocally hating each other and could not be in the same room together, but their break-up felt like a little break-up for Janice and I and I was happy to spend some time alone with her.

Admittedly, we had grown close together while we were the official third and fourth wheels of Austin and Ashley’s relationship.

Janice gave me more details on what had happened the night of the end of semester party. It was still a very sensitive subject for Austin. Ashley drank a lot and ended up making-up with a sophomore, a certain Brandon — not even that cute — right in the middle of the dance-floor. According to Janice, it was a coping mechanism for Ashley who felt trapped in the relationship since Austin had moved in in her room. To be trapped in a relationship with Austin, I would give anything but I did not say that to Janice and faked to understand the psychology behind Ashley’s behavior.

On a Thursday night, a couple of weeks after the start of the new semester, Austin came back to the room very late, around 2am. I knew there could be only one good reason for him to return from football practice that late: a post-training fuck session. I did not ask any question though.

But maybe this had triggered something because the next day, Austin was very in the mood to jerk-off to some porn together. I happily obliged.

“You know what your brother told me?” He said, while I was masturbating him in front of a Latino girl shoving a dildo in her ass.

“You are scaring me…” I replied, being truthful.

“We should not worry about jerking each other’s off! He said it was almost mandatory among roommates.” He laughed, making his hard cock pulsating a bit under my fingers.

“Ah…” I said, remembering the deep embarrassment of that morning when he caught us.

“He said that he did worse. Did you know about that?” I had a hard time to focus as Austin was caressing my balls while casually talking about my big brother. “He told me he was sucking his roommate dick all the time when they were both singles during College and they could not get girls!”

I stopped jerking him off.

“You know, just to help him get a good release with his mouth! Always better than a hand!” Austin continued, smirking.

Was he proposing something to me?!

I looked at him, stunned: “Austin?”

“Relax man!” He said. “I did not ask you to do a Martin on me!” He smiled and jerked off his monster cock with both of his hands while one guy was now fingering the Pornstar on the screen, she was squirting a lot.

“Doing a Martin” was our new name for a very sloppy deep-throat. We had coined the phrase when Martin told us another one of his blowjob stories with a waitress in the bathroom of a restaurant.

I continued jerking off, now focusing on my own cock. A lot of thoughts were battling in my head. How did I want to play this? Why would my brother say that to Austin? To put me in an uncomfortable position or… maybe to help me? To help me get what he knew I really wanted? I should offer Austin to suck his dick. Now.

But it was too late: Austin had cummed on his slightly hair abs, using his own hand, well his own two hands.

I was a bit taken aback but the sight of his cum was always sufficient to make me blow my load. We went to bed, once again sleeping naked. Did I just miss the opportunity of the life time?

As the days passed, I thought I did because if Austin would still be comfortable jerking off on his bed, he was no longer offering me a helping hand and even less so, to lend him my mouth. Maybe he thought that he had shocked me?

On the contrary, he had implanted the idea deep in my brain and knowing me, it was obvious that I could not let it go until I would have successfully deep-throated his monster cock. To be fair, I did istanbul travestileri not need that much help to think about offering a blowjob to Austin but still, hearing those words from his own beautiful lips. It had now become my new obsession.

On January 27th, we all celebrated Austin’s 19th birthday. I had bought him a new wrestling singlet. He was new to the sport and had to borrow some singlets from Steve for each of his class. You can imagine I chose the most revealing one I could find, bright yellow, with as little as fabric as possible. I could not wait for him to try it on.

As usual, the evening started to get wild with the guys. Crowded in Gary and Steve’s room, we started to play a game of truth or dare.

“Martin?” Started Gary.

“Truth.”

“Did you ever sleep with a woman over 50?”

“Damn right I did! And it was great!” Martin bowed down, proud of himself. Everyone else applauded and/or fist bumped him.

“Keep your mommies away guys!” Shouted Luis to warn us all. Everyone got a good laugh, although, I was pretty sure nothing would stop Martin to actually fuck one of our moms.

“Steve?” Asked Martin.

“Dare!”

“Run naked through the hall!” Ordered Martin. “Now!”

“I am not surprised you want to see me naked Martin! I saw your looks in the locker-rooms after practice!” It was pretty ironic as Steve was always the one who seemed to stare at everyone else in our shared bathroom. I thought of the many times I got to see his boner in the past few weeks only. My ears went a little red.

“Yes, Steve… if you say so… Now, take off those clothes!” Martin had always a sort of authoritarian tone. He made me think of Professor Fletcher in a way. Wait, Professor Fletcher did say those exact words to me actually. I smiled to myself while Steve took off his clothes, not even trying to hide his genitals. He started running in the corridor with a huge smile on his beautiful face, his black flaccid cock flopping against his muscular thighs.

He put back his underwear on. Only his underwear, why bother to have more clothes on when you looked like that? Then he said:

“Birthday boy! Truth or dare?!”

“Dare.” Replied Austin.

“I dare you to drink 3 shots of tequila out of Henry’s belly button!”

Henry took off his shirt right away; This one too was always happy to show off his muscular smooth body.

“At least, he is shaved” said Gary “easier than if it was on Martins”. Martin showed off his hairy torso with a smirk. “Next time maybe.” He winked. You bet that I LOVED these parties among the guys.

Austin obliged and drank out of Henry’s body. He did not leave a single drop.

“Henry” He said.

“Dare!” Shouted Henry immediately.

“Pay back time: Drink 4 shouts out of Martin’s belly button!”

“Fuck you man!”

Martin was too glad to completely take off his shirt and present his hairy chest to Henry. Henry pretended to be grossed out but did not shy away, he sucked on the belly button, and told he had swallowed some hair afterwards. Again, everybody was drunk and giggling.

“Tyler. Truth or Dare?” Henry asked.

I knew that if I responded truth, I would probably have to lie but I was scared of the dare. However, I would not mind drinking of Austin’s body so I went for it.

“Dare!”

“Wow Tyler grew some balls!” Teased Martin. “Shut up” Austin said, defending me. I just gave Martin the finger and everybody laughed.

“Ok… I dare you to suck Austin’s dick as a nice birthday present! I think the man of the hour deserves it!”

This was way out of line compared to the other challenges and way out of character for Henry. He was drunk, but still. There were a few seconds of silence. I looked at Austin. His hand was actually approaching his zipper and his crotch — oh my god, were we doing this?! – when Henry said:

“Ok maybe that’s a lot for a first blowjob… You should suck Gary instead, more manageable.” Everybody laughed, once again, not me though and not Gary who complained: “My dick is hard to manage as well… I mean… It is big!”. Austin, on my right side, kept on smiling but almost seemed disappointed we did not go through with it.

“Come on Henry, give me a real challenge, something doable.” I pleaded.

“Ok, ok. Just suck on this banana then! But I want a beautiful deep-throat!”

“Great idea!” Encouraged Steve.

“Martin should be the judge of my banana sucking skills then. He’s the expert, right?” I said, daring the guys.

“Go ahead Ty, I’ll give you your grade.” Martin said imitating our strict English teacher. “Let’s see if you can do a Martin properly.”

Gary handed me a banana. To be honest, I had already done that once or twice before, privately though, not in a room full of straight College guys. I proceeded and tried to deep-throat the banana, under the hissing and applause of the guys. Why should I care, I went straight for it! Once I gagged, I pushed it back.

“I am impressed Tyler. I would give you a B+. You could have gone travesti istanbul deeper but I salute the commitment” Martin shook my hand while inspecting the saliva on the banana. A devilish look in his eyes.

“Martin.” I said. “You have already used your truth, right? So, Dare?”

“Dare, sure! You can ask me anything!”

“Try to go deeper than me on that banana. If you can…”

There was now some tension in the air.

“Sure, I’m not a pussy” He took the banana out of my hand, it was still full of my saliva but Martin forced it into his mouth right away, almost completely, a tear coming out of his eyes.

“SHIT!” Said Steve. “Wow, he really did go for it. It almost got me hard!”

Martin kept the banana in his throat, almost challenging us all to laugh or to try to do better.

“Man, that’s good, you did it.” I spoke. Impressed. Intimidated even.

Martin kept on going and only removed the banana from his mouth 20 seconds later, when it was totally drenched with his saliva. “The fucker!”

The challenges followed for almost half an hour until everyone was too drunk to understand the rules of the game. I know, the rules were pretty simple but we were also really drunk. Luis ended up totally naked, he looked delicious. Gary and Steve had to make out and they weirdly seemed into it.

When we got back to our room, Austin and I were both dizzy. We struggled to open the door, both giggling like two teenagers.

“Happy 19th!” I shouted, once again.

“Thank you, my friend!” He put his arm around my neck.

“I am sorry you did not get a blowjob from a good slut for your birthday!” I hugged him. He was undressing, now getting fully naked. I was too. We were still semi hugging. The moment was getting deeply erotic.

“Well Ty… for your birthday, I’ll think to get you a hooker! I know you want to lick some bitches’ ass very bad, I’ll find a way to get you that!” We laughed again. I was buzzing.

I was too drunk to think straight.

Literally, I thought very gay.

He was naked before me and for the first time ever, I touched his flaccid cock. I wanted him.

“I can sacrifice myself for the team.” I said seriously, staring into his blue eyes, my hand on his cock.

Austin looked at me intensely. Then, he understood.

“You think you’d know how?”

I was still sober enough to avoid mentioning what I had done with my Laws Professor to prove my skills.

“Well, I guess it’s not that complicated. I have already sucked on a banana”. He started to touch his now semi-hard penis, grinning.

“Ok. Wait.” He turned on the computer and launched a porn. It was not the usual stuff we would watch. In a hurry, he clicked on the first video he saw, it looked like a 90’s movies with very hairy guys and normal looking girls.

He lied down on his bed.

“Let me focus on the movie.” Austin slowly got harder. I was standing next to him in my boxer briefs. I was getting hard myself despite the alcohol going through my body.

I knelt down. That did feel weird and Austin looked at me, a bit unsure. I joked: “I am just about to pray the lord, nothing else”.

“Man… that’s so fucked up.” I did not move, but then he continued: “I’m hard, you can try!”

I leant towards his big dick; I had never been that close. I took a good look, enjoying the moment. I had already seen it harder but it was good, I could ease it in my mouth while it was still a bit soft. I appreciated every vein, his big balls, his pubic hair. I touched his dick with my hand first. He was focusing on the porn on the computer but he moaned. I played with the foreskin with my fingers, let the head out and finally, I went in, started to suck the tip of it.

Austin moaned again.

I was now sucking his dick. Taking as much in as I could. I was hoping he would guide me with his hands in my hair but he was lying still, sometimes touching his dick with his own hand but never touching me. I felt his tool growing inside my mouth. I touched his balls.

“Am I doing this right?” I asked.

“Shut up.” He said abruptly. “I’m trying to picture you as a girl!”

As pathetic as this may sound, that broke my heart a little. He could enjoy my mouth only if he believed it was not mine. It did not stop me though. This was just too good. He tasted too good. I went on him deeper, harder. He moaned louder.

“Fuck, fuck” he said.

I looked towards his face; his eyes were closed. I was leaking tons of precum on the floor. My own dick was really hard. I was starting to really get into it, then I remembered I was supposed to be straight and removed myself a bit.

He let me go and just jerked himself off with his hands for a while, still without opening his eyes.

“Thanks bro! That was a nice birthday present!”

My eyes were teary, and not only because of the difficulty of gagging on his now well erected dick. My feelings of lust, of love, of fear were overwhelming me.

He kept on jerking off:

“How did it feel?” He asked softly.

“Weird.” I replied. Instead of delicious. Instead of paradise. Instead of “I love you”. Instead of “Fuck me in the ass now.”

He opened his eyes and saw that I was a bit distraught.

“Dude, are you ok? That’s just a dick! You did not have to!” He looked concerned now.

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Growing up in the 1970’s Bible Belt, I was very naïve and inexperienced when I had my first real sexual encounter with another person. Even through college, my sexual contacts were limited to light petting sessions with an equally naïve girlfriend, feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra. Only once did she briefly squeeze my hard penis through my jeans.

That my first experience didn’t happen until I was a 23-year-old college graduate seems ridiculous now, especially as it was with another man. It happened while I was working as a government regulator aboard a tuna fishing boat on the Pacific Ocean.

After several weeks of training in San Diego, I flew down to Puerto Rico, where the tuna boats unloaded at the canneries, for my first voyage. As I walked on to the Rosemary C, a 225-foot tuna seiner, I knew “first-timer” was written all over my face. But despite the stories I’d heard about the “G-Man” being despised and alienated, the crewmen — mostly Portuguese & Filipino nationals, were friendly and helpful.

I shared a cabin with three Portuguese brothers — Marcos, Gilberto and Pedro. Each bunk had a privacy curtain. The others had small TVs and VCRs mounted at the foot of their beds which I quickly learned they used to watch porn tapes late at night and masturbate. It wasn’t until later that I realized why they also kept rolls of paper towels in their bunks.

The day after I arrived, we set out to sea for what turned out to be a 90-day voyage. Fortunately, I don’t suffer sea-sickness and within a week or so, I settled into life aboard a tuna boat with 18 other men. At the end of each day everyone stripped off their work clothes and tossed them into a washing machine before showering in the communal bathroom. It took me a while to feel comfortable undressing in front of the others, but they were obviously completely at ease with being naked around each other.

One difference between the Portuguese and Filipino crewmen was obvious — the former had much bigger penises, and Marcos had the biggest. It hung down long from his thin waist and flopped back and forth as he strutted around the shower room. It was hard not to steal envious glances — even soft it looked longer than my six-inch erection.

My istanbul travesti life and sexual orientation forever changed late one night about three weeks into the trip. Until then my fantasies were only about soft curves, round breasts and warm vaginas. They still dominate my sex life, but ever since that night my horizons are much broader.

I was still nervous about masturbating with other men close by, so I always waited until late at night when my bunkmates were asleep. That night I was working on a good erection when Marcos came in from being on watch-duty. I froze when he flicked on the overhead light, even though my privacy curtain was closed.

Out of curiosity I peeked out to spy on him. I don’t know what I was hoping to see, so I was a little surprised when he pulled off his t-shirt and pushed his shorts to the floor, revealing a smooth, hard ass. After turning on his TV he stepped across the cabin to turn off the light and I could see his long penis jutting out from his body instead of hanging down. He must have been aroused because it was longer than I’d ever seen it.

Now the room was dark, but I could still see from the light of Marcos’s TV. He got into his bunk and laid on his back. I figured he would close his curtains to jack-off in privacy, but to my surprise he left them open. Instead, he just reached down and started stroking himself.

I was fascinated because I’d never watched another guy masturbate. He alternately slid his hand up and down the length of his shaft and squeezed the tip. I couldn’t see his TV from my vantage, but it must have been a good video because soon his chest was rising and falling and his hand was moving faster and faster.

After just a minute or so a thick stream of sperm suddenly erupted from his penis. I swear I heard it splat as it fell on his belly, but maybe that was wishful thinking. It was followed by two or three more ejaculations and a couple dribbles that left his penis glistening in the TV light. Marcos quickly recovered, cleaned himself up with paper towels and pulled his curtain closed.

Laying back in my bunk I realized my heart was racing from having watched another man masturbate. It all happened istanbul travestileri so fast that I had forgotten about my own penis. Despite the neglect, it was still rock hard and I was able to bring myself to a powerful orgasm, shooting sperm all over my own stomach. By then, I too, kept paper towels handy.

The crewmen rotated watch duty, so I studied their schedule in hopes I would catch Marcos masturbating again. Four or five nights later I stayed awake while he was on the 8 PM-midnight watch. Gil and Pedro were asleep in their bunks when Marcos came in. He woke Pedro, who then left to take over the watch.

I spied on Marcos from my bunk again with my heart racing in nervous anticipation. I was not disappointed as he stripped naked like before, turned on his TV and lay back in his bunk. He again left his curtains open. After a few minutes his penis began to grow and when he began stroking it, I pushed my own shorts down and started masturbating, too.

Within a few minutes Marcos was fully erect (I was completely hard almost immediately). I quietly stroked myself while he did the same. He seemed engrossed in the video on his TV, but then he suddenly looked over and beckoned me with a finger! My heart stopped. Did he know I was watching him? I moved back from the narrow gap in my curtains, certain he could not see me. But he beckoned me again. Did he want me to join him? Watch his porn video with him?

Many people blame modern media for society’s obsession with large penises, but I think mankind has probably been fascinated by them since Cain and Abel first stood side-by-side naked. It was that same fascination that motivated me to climb out of my bunk for a closer look at Marcos’s big penis.

If I had stopped to think about what I was doing, I would have shrunk back in my bunk and pretended to be asleep. But I didn’t. I pulled up my shorts, climbed down and crept across the dark room. Marcos slid over, giving me room to sit on the edge of his bunk. I was facing the TV but could clearly see his penis by my side. My attention was so absorbed by it that I don’t remember anything about the video.

I kept my face turned toward the TV, but really my eyes were glued travesti istanbul on Marcos’s member as he continued to stroke himself. My heart was pounding fast and my own penis was achingly hard from the excitement of being so close to a naked man.

I didn’t know what to do and started feeling foolish, like a fully dressed man at a nudist colony. Should I take off my shorts and start masturbating, too? I certainly was hard enough! A moment later, Marcos grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand toward his penis. I felt like I had stepped out of my body and was watching as he placed my palm around himself.

It felt soft on the outside but hard underneath just like mine, not much thicker but two inches longer. I squeezed it gently and lightly tugged up and down on the shaft. Feeling the skin slide up and down the rigid muscle was amazing. A drop of pre-cum formed at his red, spongy tip so I rubbed it in with my thumb. Marcos moaned slightly then and when I looked back at him his eyes were closed, clearly enjoying my ministrations.

After a few minutes of stroking and squeezing him, Marcos put his hand over mine and moved it up and down more rapidly. I figured he was ready to ejaculate, so I stroked him faster and faster, letting the tip slide through my hand just the way I like to masturbate myself.

Very quickly Marcos’s breathing became labored and his hips thrust up and down. Then he let out a quiet groan and a thick stream of sperm squirted out and landed on his belly and my wrist. I continued jacking him off and several more ejaculations came out and landed on my hand. I used the slickness of his ejaculate to stroke a few more, smaller spasms out of him.

I was reluctant to let go of his penis even when it began to soften in my hand. After a few moments his breathing slowed and he wiped up his sperm. My hand was covered with it, too. He handed me a paper towel and as I stood up he suddenly closed his curtain. Just like that – he was finished with me.

I threw the paper towel in a waste basket, climbed into my bunk and immediately pushed my shorts down, releasing my own aching penis. My hand was still sticky with Marco’s sperm, so I spit into it, creating an effective lubricant. The thought of what I had done quickly pushed me to another explosive orgasm.

I was both scared and excited about jacking Marcos off. Scared that I might be gay but excited about making him cum. I was still struggling with those emotions when Marcos took our relationship one step further a few weeks later…

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