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Subject: “Electricity”, Chapter 15, Beginnings and Athletics Section This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, business establishments or events is entirely coincidental. Comments and feedback are highly appreciated, send to mozlover21@. If you want to read more stories please subscribe to my eon/mstories Electricity Chapter 15. Tom Officially, Tom and Kat were no longer on speaking terms. At least not as far as Aubrey was concerned. Unofficially, Tom and Kat had concocted a plan to destroy Andrew Thompson’s career. Originally, the idea was Kat’s and Tom simply went along with it because he agreed that Andrew Thompson was a stain on the LGBT community. But after seeing just how destructive the quarterback’s personality really was to anyone or any relationship within a ten mile radius to him, Tom decided he would join in on the plan and take him out once and for all. “Run it,” he replied when the text from Kat came in. “Are you sure?” she asked. “I’m sure. I’ll handle him,” he said, referring to his partner. She sent a thumbs up in response. Tom walked into the bedroom, where a peaceful Aubrey snoozed away after unknowingly consuming a drink that contained sleeping pills. He gently picked up the writer’s phone and took it with him. He turned the phone off, then hid it under a couch cushion. He unplugged his laptop from the charger and turned on all the apps, ensuring the battery would be dead by the time he woke up. In the morning, before he left for work, he purposely left the the door open, ensuring that a certain someone would be able to come in with ease. Andrew Andrew woke up with the world’s biggest hangover to his phone going absolutely mental. Was the world ending? Why was everyone and their mother calling him? He checked Joel’s text message first, “What the fuck!?!?! I’m going to choke that asshole,” it read. Andrew rubbed his tired eyes. The next barrage of texts came from his publicist, “Call me, if we don’t straighten this out you can say goodbye to your Nike deal.” He moved on to a text from his brother, “He went too far this time. Talk to a lawyer man. This is outrageous.” Andrew was so confused that for a moment he thought he was still dreaming. He clicked the link at the bottom of his brother’s text, which opened to Pride’s front page. He furrowed his brow, Aubrey didn’t tell him anything about a new article coming out, and as far as he knew the foundation piece wasn’t finalized yet. He looked at the top article on the main page, which already had over ten thousand comments. The title read, “The Andrew Thompson Foundation, Or The Andrew Thompson Scam?” He reread the headline ten times, just to be sure. Was he still asleep? Surely, this was a bad dream. Was there something wrong with his sight? He clicked open the article and scanned it fast, “…a man with a history of reckless human endangerment…fraudulent foundation to mask predatory behavior…paid off to make rape charges go away…” He sat there for a long while in stunned silence. Strangely, he wasn’t worried about the many lucrative deals this most likely just jeopardized, and the millions of dollars it had probably cost him, nor the repercussions to his career, his reputation, or anything else. The only thing he cared about at that particular moment was that the foundation he created in order to help thousands of kids, would now be stained by all of this, and might never even take off. All the kids it could have helped, all the talents it cold have supported and built up, all diminished because of one stupid article. He couldn’t compute any of it in his head. He didn’t understand how he managed to misjudge a person so badly. He knew Aubrey to be a straight shooter, but he would never have suspected that the writer would publish anything of this magnitude behind his back. He knew how much the foundation had meant to Andrew. None of it made any sense. And then it dawned on him, was Aubrey just trying to use him all this time to get back at his ex, or to make him jealous? He shook his head in bewilderment. How could he have been this stupid and reckless. How could he have ever believed that the writer actually liked him. He should have never engaged in any type of friendship with Aubrey Miller after that first article came out, let alone put his entire foundation in the writer’s hands. Once again his desire had led him astray and into making horrible choices that ended up costing other people, in this instance all of his family and friends like Joel who put in work to create the foundation, and all the kids who now would most likely lose all the benefits. Andrew wanted to drown himself in more vodka, but the sight of it made his stomach queasy. His body felt wrecked and exhausted, but now a million texts, phone calls and emails were waiting to be answered. He knew his publicist would want to do damage control as soon as possible, and he knew he’d have to call his lawyer and figure out what to do with the bogus yet extremely damaging allegations, but Andrew face it. Not yet. He sat on the couch trying to figure out what to do, when he heard a rapid knock on the door. Aubrey Aubrey woke up with an extremely hazy head and feeling very peculiar. He had never slept this deep, it almost felt like he was in a trance. He blinked a few times and tried to adjust his eyes to the glaring sun blazing in through the window. Suddenly, his eyes saw something that made him jump. Kat was sitting in a chair opposite the bed, on the other side of the room. For a second he felt frightened, but then he quickly remembered that she weighed all of 80 pounds and he could crush her in a second. Unless she had Çorum Escort a gun, of course. He quickly glanced at her hands and pockets to check if they seemed bulky, but he didn’t notice anything unusual. “How did you get in here?” he asked, still trying to come to himself. Maybe she was a bad dream. “The spare key under the planter,” she replied. “What do you want?” he asked, his head killing him. “I have some bad news,” she began. “Now, when I tell you, I want you to really think before you act. I know your first instinct is going to be to try to get this removed this as soon as you can, but I urge you to reconsider.” “What are you talking about?” he asked, suddenly getting a really bad feeling in his stomach. “I had to take certain liberties with your name while you were asleep. See, if I published this, it wouldn’t really accomplish much. My name doesn’t mean anything in this industry. But yours still holds some weight. With your name on it, it’s quite the firestorm. And people will take it seriously. Despite those disgusting kissing pictures of you and him.” Aubrey tried to understand what she was saying. “Actually, those will probably come in handy. People will see that even you, as intelligent as you are, fell for his bullshit temporarily, but woke up just in time. Or maybe they will think you tried to infiltrate his world. With you going to that game and being seen at his condo. Yes, I think it will work in our favor,” she said more to herself than to him. He started to look around for his phone, but didn’t see it anywhere. He frantically opened the bedside drawer. “Looking for this?” she asked, waving his iPhone in her hand. He got up, grabbed it from her then backed away quickly. It was dead. He plugged it into a charger and waited anxiously for it to turn on. The clock on the wall said it was 12:00 in the afternoon. How did he sleep this late? He never slept in until the afternoon. When the phone turned back on, he saw countless texts from friends, colleagues, as well as Earl Warren regarding some article. He clicked the link and sunk back down on his bed. “What did you do?” he asked, breathlessly. “You didn’t think that I would just let him get away with ruining countless lives, did you? Why, because of his privilege? His wealth? Because he’s a white male?” Aubrey looked at the words of the article in utter horror. They were the very cohesive ramblings of a complete lunatic with one mission: destroy Andrew’s reputation. Except instead of the real author, it was Aubrey Miller’s name sanctioning all the lies underneath. He couldn’t believe it. He sat in stunned silence for a long while. “You’re unhinged,” he finally stated plainly. “Wait…are you maryjane45789?” “I tried to warn you, but you wouldn’t listen,” she replied and he put his head in his hands out of frustration. The article had already been up for hours, but Aubrey prayed that maybe Andrew hadn’t seen it yet. He got up and looked around for his laptop. He found it in the living room, dead. He brought it back with him and plugged it in. When it finally turned on he tried to log into the Pride portal remotely and delete the article, but the site kept kicking him off. Kat ignored him, and kept on talking. “My brother…almost killed himself because of that man.” She got Aubrey’s attention, and he looked up. “What?” “They dated, a while ago. Well, dated according to my brother. If you asked Andrew, he probably wouldn’t remember. He goes through so many men, how could he. He broke him down completely, until Alfie slit his own writs. Thank God I was there to save him.” Aubrey debated whether he should call 911 or kick her out. But decided there wasn’t time to do either. “Whatever vendetta you have against him, I’m tired of being roped into it. I’m deleting this,” he said, even though he couldn’t log in and even edit the damn article. “I don’t think so,” she said. “We both know what’s going to happen if you try to touch this article or tell anyone that it’s not yours.” “No, why don’t you tell me,” he said, throwing the useless laptop away on the bed in anger. “Everyone will find out that you’re a fraud and a liar who doesn’t write his own articles. Your reputation will be in the gutter, right alongside Andrew’s. Don’t try me.” He was tried of looking at her smug face. Tired of all the chaos she had brought into his life. And most of all, he was tired of carrying this dirty secret. “What if I don’t care,” he said and she laughed. “Don’t amuse me. We both know you care. We both know the lengths you’d go to in order to protect your career.” He couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. Couldn’t believe that people like her existed. “The Thompson Foundation was created to help thousands of kids, Kat. You have singlehandedly destroyed that in a matter of seconds. You have taken away their resources, and for what? Because your brother had his heart broken?” “Don’t you talk about my brother,” she said, her tone of voice changing completely. She sounded deadly now, like a viper. But he wasn’t afraid anymore, he just felt sorry for her. “You’re pathetic,” he stated and she seemed confused. “The article stays,” she hissed. “Or your career goes down the drain. You choose.” He got up and put on his jeans, then pulled on a t-shirt. “You know, there’s one thing I’ve been wanting to say to you for a while but have been too much of a pussy to do so. But not anymore,” he said, then slowly added, “Fuck you.” She looked shocked. He grabbed his phone and walked out the door, not even bothering to kick her out. He got in his car and drove straight to Pride’s offices. He stood in front of the door for what felt like ages, his heart beating wildly and uncontrollably out of his chest. This was it, Çorum Escort Bayan this was the moment he was going to get fired and be cut off from everything he loved: writing for Pride and volunteering at Ways. Finally, he knocked. “Come in,” came a muffled answered from the Professore. The writer walked in, his shoulders slouched. He felt tired and angry at himself. He broke one of the most important writing rules: he claimed another author’s work as his own. Despite his writer’s block and everything he might have been going through, his actions were shameful, and now they led to this terrible outcome. Andrew would never forgive him, and his career would never recover. As he sat on the chair opposite of the great Earl Warren he felt utterly embarrassed and ashamed of himself. “Jeez, who died,” Warren asked sarcastically after taking one look at Aubrey, placing his chin in his hand. “Did you see the new Thompson article?” “I did,” Warren replied with a raised eyebrow. “I have to say I was slightly dumbfounded.” “I didn’t write it,” Aubrey confessed. “And I need you to take it down, it’s full of misinformation and lies. Someone has hacked into my account. I can’t get in.” “Someone?” “Kat,” Aubrey replied with a heavy heart, “I…I have to tell you something,” he began. He didn’t know how to say it. He didn’t want the words to even pass his lips. “Just spit it out Miller, we’ve known each other long enough,” Warren said, looking at the writer. “I wish I was coming here and confessing to this because I’m a good person who’s made a mistake and has come to their senses and is seeking forgiveness. But really, I’m coming to you because I have no other choice. I’m practically being blackmailed, and I need you to take this Foundation article down right away, but I need you to know the truth first.” Warren listened carefully. “I…didn’t write the first Andrew Thompson article either,” Aubrey said and waited for a reaction, when he didn’t even get an eye blink, he hurriedly continued, “I haven’t written a word in the past three months. Except for the last few weeks. All my articles prior to that were written by Kat. I was experiencing really bad writer’s block and I didn’t know what to do. I should have never agreed to that of course, it goes against every good writer’s ethics and standards and so I understand that you’ll have to fire me now. But, I just wanted you to hear it from me, and not anyone else. I’m really sorry,” he said, and felt the burden of the shameful secret lift from his shoulders. Yes, he would be jobless now, but at least he was free. He went on, “You know when you hear a beautiful piece of music and it just does something to your insides? It moves you in some unseen way, and you don’t even know why. That’s how I’ve always wanted people to feel when they read something I wrote. Moved. Changed. Informed. But..I lost that somewhere along the way.” Warren sighed, then picked up his phone and dialed a number. “Jenny, I need you to remove the latest Andrew Thompson article under Aubrey Miller’s name, and from all our social media. And work on a retraction statement with the rest of the team right away. Send it to me first, I’ll have to run it by our lawyer. It will be a miracle if Thompson doesn’t sue us after this. And listen, this takes priority over everything else. Say the article was not sanctioned by Mr. Miller or by me.” He hung up and stared at Aubrey for a while. When Warren made no move to say anything else, Aubrey assumed he was too mad to even address him, so he slowly got up and began to leave. “You didn’t lose it,” he heard the Professore’s voice. “And you’re not going anywhere.” “I’m sorry?” Aubrey said, turning around. “I said you’re not going anywhere, Miller.” “But…I don’t understand.” “When I first read the Andrew Thompson article I laughed. I thought it was a joke. When I saw it had your name on it, I laughed even harder. It was so unlike you to go after a single individual with so much vengeance. I knew something was off, but the article was such a big hit, so I kept my mouth shut. Who am I to judge what people like to read? This is a business afterall. Then I saw your other articles. They sounded like you hired a bad ghostwriter. They were lifeless.” “You knew?” Aubrey asked, shocked. “I had an inkling. Was it stupid of you? Sure. Unprofessional? Sure. Am I going to fire you? No. And no, you didn’t lose it. I read your latest work, the one actually written by you. It’s the same as it ever was. And trust me, if anyone knows about writer’s block, it’s me Aubrey,” he said bitterly, “Why do you think I haven’t written a word in all these years?” Aubrey walked back and slumped on the office chair. His body felt extremely heavy holding onto this new information. All this time he assumed Earl Warren was just a bitter old man who loved to judge other people’s writing while refusing to lift the pen himself in fear of not being good enough. Meanwhile, the man had been suffering in silence for years. “Earl, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” “Of course you didn’t. I’ve guarded this secret with my life. That’s why I can’t fault you for what you did. When this happens to you, it’s the most brutal thing in the world. It’s like your very core is ripped out of you, and you just sit there, a talentless sack. You can still taste it, the remainder of your talent, but you cannot produce it, you can’t touch it, you can’t feel it anymore. It’s left. And when that happens you’ll latch onto any lifeline to make it stop. I’m glad you did what you did if it got you back to where you are now,” he said, and Aubrey felt the hot tears roll down his eyes. “Let me deal with this shit show now. You go take some time off, and I’ll see you at your wedding. Escort Çorum In the meantime, try not to piss Andrew Thompson off even more. The type of lawsuit he could bring against us might shut this place down for good,” he said, then went back to vehemently mutilating whatever article he was in the middle of editing, with a bright red pen. Andrew Andrew opened the door hoping it was Aubrey with some type of explanation, or apology. But he was disappointed to find Joel on the other side. “I don’t want to talk about the article,” Andrew exclaimed, walking inside and letting Joel follow. “It’s not that,” the man replied, and Andrew could detect a note of panic in his voice. “What is it?” he asked. “It’s Drew,” Joel stated. “What about him?” Andrew asked confused. “Drew is the secret source,” Joel said and sat on the couch, then started crying. Andrew didn’t know what to do. His head was pounding with a piercing headache. His body felt exhausted. He had way too much on his plate, and now this. He knew Drew was bad news since the moment he met him, and now his suspicions have all been confirmed. But more than that, one of his best friends was caught in the crossfire, and if there was anything Andrew hated it was seeing Joel cry, so he sat down next to him and hugged the man. “It’s alright,” he said. “I’m really sorry, I had no idea,” he sobbed into Andrew’s shirt. “I just got a weird suspicion after that nasty article this morning. I remembered the dinner with Aubrey and I just…he seemed really eager to help write about the foundation, it just didn’t make any sense. So then I checked his phone while he was in the shower, and he was talking to this woman about the foundation and all this shit in regards to you. So I looked her up and she works for Pride, but it doesn’t make any sense. Aubrey was at that dinner. Why would Kat need the info if she could just ask him? None of it makes any sense.” “Kat?” Andrew asked. “That’s her name, Katelynn `Kat’ something. I forgot.” Andrew was trying to make sense of the information, but nothing added up. Katelynn was the name of the woman with whom Tom cheated, from what Andrew could remember. But none of the puzzle pieces fit in his head. “I need to speak with Drew,” he said, and Joel nodded his head. “He’s at home. I already confronted him, told him he was a piece of shit and that I was leaving,” Joel stated and Andrew was touched. “Listen, I appreciate the loyalty, you know I do. But, please don’t get a divorce on my account. I know Drew was never my biggest fan…but your happiness is more important to me than some stupid article Joel,” he said and Joel looked at him for a while. “You really have matured, wow,” he stated, smiling. “I’m proud of you. You’re my family, I’m not going to stay with someone who went against my family. Now go talk to him, I’m going to stay here, I don’t want to see his face right now.” “Okay, stay as long as you want,” Andrew replied, then grabbed his keys and left. He rang the bell at Joel and Drew’s house, and heard the hurried footsteps running to the door. Drew must have thought it was Joel coming back. He was disappointed to see Andrew, and then fear crossed his face remembering that Joel most likely told Andrew everything. He attempted to close the door but Andrew’s strong arm prevented that from happening. “You need to leave,” Drew protested weakly, but Andrew opened the door even further and let himself inside, past Drew. “Tell me what you did,” he said, trying to give Drew a chance to come clean. “You’re trespassing, you need to leave,” Drew said, infuriating Andrew. He grabbed him by the shirt and shook him. The other man appeared terrified. “You piece of shit. You really went behind my back and talked about me to the tabloids?” “Let go of me!” “Admit what you did first.” “Fine, I spoke with one paper. Okay, I was tired of you constantly acting like you were still Joel’s boyfriend. Ordering his food for him, making him work for you, spending all that time with him. I was sick of it. I just wanted it to stop. I wanted you to find yourself a boyfriend and leave my husband alone.” “So instead of coming to me and talking about it like a man, you decided to be a tattletale?” he asked, letting go of Drew in disgust. “She came to me! I didn’t know who she was at first, she just sat next to me at a bar. We started chatting. Somehow the topic of you came up. I shared my views. And she said if I wanted to, she could do something with those views. That she worked for an influential gay magazine. That’s how it started. I tried backing away later, but let’s just say she can be very persuasive, alright.” “This is Katelynn you’re talking about, correct?” Andrew asked. “Katelynn, Kat, whatever her name is, yes.” “What about Aubrey? “What about him?” “Don’t play stupid,” Andrew said, getting in the man’s face again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about man. I only spoke to that woman.” “You never spoke to Aubrey?” “She’s the only person I’ve been in touch with. I’ve never met Aubrey Miller in my life until you introduced us at your dinner.” Andrew tried to make sense of it, but it still didn’t add up. “You’re a piece of shit, you know,” he said and walked out of the house. Driving back to his condo, he thought about contacting Aubrey, of trying to clear this whole mess up. He couldn’t believe the writer would be involved in doing this. If he could just give him some type of explanation, Andrew could forgive him. But in the end he decided against it. What was the point anymore? Aubrey had chosen Tom, with or without his input the foundation article had made its way into the world under his name, and most likely created significant damage to months of work that Andrew and his family had put into it. Not to mention that Aubrey was getting married. There was not coming back from this, no recovery. The only logical thing to do was to contact a lawyer, get the article removed, move on with his life, and forget that Aubrey Miller ever crossed his path.

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Subject: “A Trial Of Strength” – Part 234 by Rob Williams A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 234 By Rob Williams IN THIS CHAPTER: The feud between Randy and Mark worries Bob so his boys console him with incredible sex. He is mesmerized watching the twins make love to each other. In a wild therapy session Dr. Steve asks, “Randy, are you in love with Mark?” Randy yells, “Are you fucking crazy? Me? In love with this asshole cop who just because he looks like a goddamn Greek God thinks the sun shines out of his fucking ass?” ********************** Chapter 234 � “Randy & Mark Admit The Truth” Randy had confessed the truth to his boy, Pablo. “You should be ashamed of me, kiddo,” he said as he hugged him. “I fucked up real bad this time �gave Mark a beating he didn’t deserve just because he fucked that Ranger, Pete, a guy who’s not even a member of the group.” He pulled Pablo down beside him sitting on the bed. “Truth is, it had nothing to do with Pete. Deep down it was about Bob � always is. I guess I just saw Mark taking another guy away from me and I got paranoid about him and Bob … for the umpteenth time. Shit, it’s like the same movie playing over and over.” Dr. Steve, their therapist and Randy’s brother, had put it more forcefully to Randy and Bob. “Listen, I’m tired of pussyfooting around this, walking on eggshells. I’ve given you two so many therapy sessions and it seems to have had no effect at all. It’s like a video on a continuous loop. I am so fucking tired of going round and round with you and ending up where we started. I’m beginning to think I must be a lousy shrink, wasting my time lecturing two over-privileged alpha males on why their life is a mess. “So what in hell is going on here? Sure, I know Randy and his anger is the cause of this latest blow-up, as usual, but you, Bob, are not entirely free of blame. I mean, what exactly do you have going with Mark? As I understand it you two are in love with each other � you sometimes even make love � and I’ve seen you eye-fucking each other when I’m at your house. How do you think that makes Randy feel? How would you feel, Bob, if Randy and Mark were `in love’ and you were always wondering if one day Randy would choose Mark over you?” “OK, so Randy’s gonna get punished by Mark in this kinda medieval ritual you guys have for settling disputes But when the dust has settled I want to see all three of you at my house for a therapy session. That’s a toxic triangle you got going there, ready to explode at any time. We gotta look that one straight in the eye, see what we can do. ***************************** So what was going on? Steve pondered that question as he sat with the whole group watching Mark’s ferocious punishment of Randy. He felt there was something behind Randy’s rivalry with Mark, something more than just jealousy over Mark’s attraction to Bob. He knew there was a piece of the puzzle missing � he just couldn’t put his finger on it. He glimpsed clues to the answer as he carefully watched Randy, buck naked, helplessly bound, with the cop’s baton shoved in his ass. It had become a real trial of strength between the two alpha males � the construction boss enduring the cop’s savage retribution but refusing to verbally submit to him. Mark grabbed Randy’s black hair and pulled his head up. The gypsy’s rugged, tortured face stared up at him � wild-eyed, running with sweat, tears and semen, his stubbled jaw sagging open. “Now you have to submit, man, Mark said, “Just two words and it’s over.” Randy stared defiantly into Mark’s eyes and growled, “Make me.” It was Randy’s boy Pablo who broke the stalemate. Unable to watch his master suffer anymore he offered his own ass to Mark if he would cut Randy loose. Mark agreed and was about to fuck Pablo when Randy howled in despair. “No � not my boy. OK, OK, I give up. I submit to you, officer. Please don’t fuck my boy… forgive me for what I did to you … you’ve beaten me … you’ve won.” He shouted so everyone could hear. “I submit to you, sir. Please … I submit.” And it was over. Mark shook Pablo’s hand and said, “Well done, kid. You are your master’s boy alright.” Mark turned to Randy, took his face in his hands, leaned toward it and their lips touched. Their mouths closed over each other in a long, shared, silent kiss. And at that moment Steve knew. Of course, he thought � damn, I’ve been so stupid. Suddenly it all fell into place � those glancing looks that didn’t fit, that meant something else … the subtle hints Steve had noticed … Randy’s refusal to end his punishment by Mark. What did Randy admire in men most but their strength, their courage … and their beauty? And the cop had all that and more. He was a beautiful, dominant alpha male who commanded universal respect, so gorgeous that only he could seduce Bob into loving him � Bob, who was so devoted to Randy. And it was that that had obscured the picture for so long. The rivalry between Randy and Mark was legendary in the house. Randy saw all of Mark’s sterling qualities only in respect to Bob, resentful of Bob’s attraction to him, scared of the possibility that Mark could steal him away. But Randy’s fierce resentment had hidden a larger truth. Sure, when he saw them together Randy was jealous of Mark. But what Steve hadn’t realized until now was that Randy was jealous of Bob too. The key was that Randy and Bob shared the same affections and emotions � they thought and felt alike. Everyone knew that Bob was in love with Mark, but there was something nobody else ever guessed, least of all Randy and Bob. Randy was in love with Mark too. ******************************** Zack, the black leather master who had presided over the event now took charge again. He untied Randy and supported him until he regained his balance. Mark faced him, they stared at each other long and hard … then shook hands, like competitors after a fight. Steve caught the intense look that passed between them and that clinched it. `Yeah,’ he thought, `I was right.’ Zack hooked Randy’s arm over his shoulder and led him away. Ignoring everyone else Randy turned his sweat-soaked, cum-streaked face briefly to Bob who winced and inhaled sharply. And then Randy was gone. Zack took him across the street to his house to clean him up and put him to bed. Jamie ran to Mark and hugged him, knowing how painful the whole episode had been for him. As a cop Mark had learned to hate violence and now he had inflicted pain and suffering on another man. As Mark led his boy into their apartment the other boys crowded around Pablo with congratulations but some concern. He had disobeyed a primary rule that boys stay out of masters’ fights, and by offering himself to Randy’s rival he had forced Randy to submit to Mark, something he had fought against so hard. “You did great, dude,” Darius said, throwing an arm round Pablo’s shoulder. Pablo stared back with tears in his eyes. “I gave up, Darius. I wasn’t tough enough to watch Randy get tortured anymore. He refused to submit so I made him do it. He only did it to save me and he’ll hate me for that. He’ll think I’m not tough enough to be his boy.” “Bullshit,” Darius said. “You did it because you’re his boy, because you love him. It was the only way. That stuff was turning into a brutal trial of strength between two macho, bullheaded guys and could have ended real bad. Can you imagine the pain of the cop’s club in his ass?” “Well I’ve taken your club in my ass often enough.” “Yeah, but even my dick is not as big as that. You know, Zack once told me that a guy can suffer his own pain but watching someone you love suffer is ten times worse. It took guts to do what you did and I’m proud of you, dude.” He grinned. “Wait `til we’re in bed and I’ll show you just how proud. Now I’m going to Zack’s to help him with Randy � and you’re coming with me.” Pablo flinched in protest but Darius insisted. “When that guy wakes up he’s gonna want to see your face, kiddo. You know how he is � after that beating he’s gonna have to prove to himself that he’s still the same tough muscle-stud he always was, and there’s one sure way to do that. My guess is your ass is gonna get a real pounding. Nothing wrong with that is there?” Pablo gave his crooked grin. “Guess not. Thanks, dude. Come on, let’s go.” ************************* The show was over and the group was thinning out. But Bob still sat there staring blankly ahead, a mass of confusion. It had been agony for him to watch Randy suffer so bad, stubbornly refusing to submit. But he also remembered the traumatic sight of Mark, lying half naked in the dirt after being savagely beaten by Randy for no real reason except the paranoid insecurities in his mind. “It’s real tough, eh, buddy?” Steve had come to sit beside him, knowing the convoluted thoughts that must be plaguing him. Bob turned to face him. “The worst part is, Steve, that it’s mostly my fault. You said yourself I’m not free of blame. I’ve made no secret of my love for Mark nor he for me. Randy could tell when I’d been fucking with Mark and it must have hurt like crazy. How could I have done that to him, especially knowing how explosive he can be?” Steve smiled reassuringly. “Don’t beat yourself up, old buddy. There’s enough blame in this sorry story to go around for everyone involved � even me for not realizing sooner what I know now.” He grinned, “As Randy would say, `You call yourself a shrink?’ Bob, this thing is more complicated than you can imagine and I need to talk to you about it. Not now, but to all three of you in a proper session at my house. I happen to know that Mark’s not working tomorrow and Zack can substitute for Randy. Can you take tomorrow off work and come up around 10am?” Bob nodded. “I hadn’t planned on going in to my company anyway, and Jamie and Brandon can take care of the office here. They practically run it anyway. So I’ll be there.” He hesitated. “Do you think I should go to Randy now?” “No I don’t. I’m sure he’s asleep and Pablo’s watching over him. And when he wakes the first thing he gonna want is to assert his masculinity � by fucking ass. I just hope Pablo’s up for it.” Bob managed a smile. “No doubt on that score. Nothing Pablo loves so much as a hefty fuck from his big gypsy master.” “In the meantime,” Steve grinned, “I see a couple of guardian angels on your shoulder.” The twins, Kevin and Kyle, had been hovering in the background, always discreet, always waiting to serve the master they idolized. Bob turned to them and Kyle said, “Sir, we’ve already taken a tray of food to your room and, if it’s OK, we’d like to join you, eat with you, take care of you.” Bob blinked in surprise and suddenly realized there was a world outside all this angst and mayhem, a sane serene world. He also realized that the company of the gentle twins was exactly what he needed, especially with the prospect of them `taking care’ of him. “You guys,” he smiled, “thank you for the offer � there’s nothing I would like better right now. Lead on.” He got up from the table. “Thanks a million, Steve. I’m intrigued by these `complications’ you mention � a bit scared too. See you tomorrow.” Steve watched with a sigh as the twins led Bob inside the house. Steve grinned at Lloyd. “At the risk of sounding like the Lone Ranger, `my work here is done, Tonto’. At least for now. Let’s hit the road.” Lloyd laughed. “OK, Kemo Sabe. Let’s go.” ******************************* As soon as Bob walked into his bedroom he felt overwhelmingly tired. The situation involving him, Randy and Mark seemed to have reached a breaking point and he had a strong sense that he was at fault. Steve himself had said Bob was not entirely free of blame, but later he had told him, `There’s enough blame in this sorry story to go around for everyone involved � even me for not realizing sooner what I know now’. What did that mean? It was all so damn confusing. And what was Randy doing and feeling right now over at Zack’s? Did he miss him? Did he still love him? Then he remembered early that morning when he had looked through the crack of the bathroom door and saw Randy jerking off and murmuring his name. Well, at least he still lusted for him … that’s something, I guess, Bob thought to himself. “Sir? Excuse me, sir.” Kevin’s voice jerked him out of his troubled daydreams and he saw for the Hatay Escort first time that the table in the bedroom had been set for a meal. He realized that, as well as being confused, he was hungry. Kyle took over: “Sir, why don’t you take a shower while we take care of the hot food and coffee in your kitchen here? Then we can eat.” “What about food for the guys downstairs? It’s Sunday brunch today.” Kevin spoke soothingly. “Nate, Eddie and Brandon are already doing that under Mario’s supervision. Please don’t worry about stuff like that, sir. Leave everything to us.” Bob heaved a deep sigh and started to relax. He kicked off his shoes and delivered himself into the tender hands of his twins who began to undress him. Kevin unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off and licked the sweat running down the cleft between his pecs. Kyle knelt at his master’s feet, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. Then he lowered Bob’s boxers and, as his long, thick cock flopped out, he couldn’t resist leaning forward and licking it once from bottom to top. The twins took their naked master to the bathroom, made sure he had warm towels and left him to shower as they went to the small kitchen in the suite. A bit later Bob emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a soft white bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist, the top hanging open and giving a tantalizing glimpse of his muscled pecs. The twins were standing by the table in their usual shorts and white T-shirts, tight enough to show the outline of their lithe young bodies underneath. Their youthful beauty made Bob smile and his cock stiffened. As they sat down to hot food, coffee and juice Bob felt a wave of affection for his boys, always working quietly in the background no matter what drama was unfolding, making sure everyone was fed. The twins were extremely close, even sexually, and had spent all their young lives going from one foster home to the other, sometimes running away to prevent being split up. Their greatest fear was being separated from each other and Bob had sworn to them that that would never happen. And so, in utter contentment, they ruled their kingdom � the kitchen. As they all ate Bob said, “Hey, you guys have your ear pretty close to the ground, you always know what’s going on, so tell me how the boys are handling all this.” “Pretty good, sir,” Kyle reassured him. “We’ve all pulled together, even through the scary moments. Pablo is pretty shook up, though he always puts on a display of bravado. Brandon’s being real good with him as Randy apparently asked him to be a friend to Pablo.” “Anything else?” Bob asked sensing that they were holding back. “Well, sir,” Kevin said hesitantly, `We have a kind of sense that Eddie’s feeling a bit put out as he was Brandon’s first friend. Now Brandon’s got Mario, plus Randy gave him that job on the construction crew, then Brandon did his gutsy number up at Steve’s and now he’s being a friend to Pablo. So with all that going on Eddie’s feeling kinda left out. You know Eddie � always thinks he’s `only the assistant houseboy’. We hinted all this to Brandon and he and Mario are planning to have Eddie and Ben up to his place for dinner � kinda get reacquainted.” “Thanks, guys. Keep me posted on the Eddie and Brandon thing. That’s the kind of friendship we should encourage here.” There was a silence as Bob sipped his coffee and weighed his next words carefully. “Er, Steve has asked Randy, Mark and me to go up to his house tomorrow for a therapy session � kinda sort things out. He said that things between Randy, Mark and me are more complicated than I thought and he now realizes something he should have guessed before. Er, like I said, you guys are pretty astute and usually know what’s gonna happen around here before it does so, er … do you have any idea what he was talking about? The twins looked at each other rather uncomfortably, communicating with their eyes as they usually did. “Sir,” Kyle said, “we’ve talked about this quite a bit and we, well, we think we have a good idea what Steve means.” “So?” Bob asked expectantly. Kyle shifted in his chair. “Sir, you know there’s a rule in the house that the boys don’t get involved in the masters’ affairs.” “Yeah, well Brandon and Pablo seem to have broken that rule with great results.” Bob saw their discomfort and smiled. “But you’re absolutely right and it was not fair of me to ask you. It’s up to Steve to tell me what he’s thinking, not you, so I apologize and we’ll let the subject drop.” He sighed deeply and raised his arms in a long, languid stretch. “Jeez I’m tired.” “Sir,” said Kyle in a commanding voice. “Kevin and me think you need a nap.” “Guys, I’m in your hands.” Kevin stood up and said sweetly, “Just what we wanted to hear, sir. If you’d allow me.” Bob stood up, Kevin went behind him, pulled the bathrobe from his shoulders and folded it over a chair. Kyle said, “Please, sir, lie on the bed.” Bob willingly obeyed and as soon as his naked body touched the cool sheets and his head sank into the pillows he started to unwind. But muscles have a memory and his were still tight after the dramatic events of the last couple of days. The twins took care of that. He gazed up at them as they stood at the foot of the bed and slowly pulled off their shirts, dropped their shorts and smiled down at him, wearing just white boxer briefs. God they were gorgeous, Bob thought, with their angular, all-American faces, tousled light brown hair, sparkling eyes and tall, lithe young bodies that had been perfectly sculpted by sessions with Randy in the gym. They were not only absolutely identical but they seemed to communicate through telepathy, always knowing what the other was thinking. Perfectly synchronized they sank to their knees on either side of the bed. Kevin opened a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of massage oil they had used before. He unscrewed the top, held it high and let the liquid drip onto Bob’s chest, releasing the oil’s scent of sandalwood. When oil was flowing down the cleft between Bob’s pecs the boys leaned over him and ran their hands over his chest. In earlier years, when they were homeless and broke, they had been forced to trade sex for money and they became experts. They put their skills to good use now as they gently massaged their master’s pecs and neck, digging their fingers into his trapezius muscles and making him sigh with the painful pleasure of deep massage. Bob watched the twins’ intense expressions as they moved down to his ripped abs and over his slim hips, then concentrated on a leg each, digging into his muscled thighs, calves and finally massaged his feet. By this time Bob’s cock was standing tall as a flagpole and the twins grinned at each other. They eased upward, bent their heads and licked his cock, one on each side. Then Kyle took the whole length into his mouth and down his throat, his beautiful face moving slowly up and down, hair falling over his forehead. He yielded to Kevin who took over seamlessly, and soon they were trading back and forth. Bob looked down at the erotic sight of two beautiful young faces focused on his cock, taking turns sliding their mouths over it. “Guys,” Bob breathed, “I can’t hold out much longer, you’ve got me so hot, I…” “Please don’t cum yet, sir,” Kyle said. “You will know when it’s time.” Kevin drew his head back so only the head of the cock was in his mouth. Kyle leaned forward … and kissed his brother. The head of Bob’s cock was trapped between their mouths. He felt their lips kissing over it, felt their tongues licking each other, licking his cock … and it drove him wild. He had never felt a sensation like this, never seen his boys look more beautiful as they kissed each other with his cock between them. He was in ecstasy, his cock shuddered, his breathing became ragged and with a long sigh … “aaaah”… his cock erupted in their mouths. The boys swallowed hard, competing for every drop of their master’s precious juice. They pulled off, smiled at each other and kissed each other passionately across their master’s naked body, sharing his semen. They pulled back and linked their four oily hands together … around Bob’s long shaft. He watched their muscles flex as they ran their linked hands up and down his cock. They had been staring at each other but now turned to look at Bob. “Please, sir,” Kyle smiled, “we want to drink some more.” “Please, sir,” said the gentle Kevin. They stroked harder, faster, and although Bob had already shot a load he felt his cock pulsing again, he looked at their expectant faces poised over his cock … and a stream of jism spurted up into their open mouths and once again they swallowed the liquid like nectar from a god. *************************** Bob lay back, closed his eyes and felt all the tension drain from his body. All his confusion of conflicting emotions had been dispelled by the twins’ tenderness and love. He was tired but elated and did not move as he felt his legs being lifted up, and he merely sighed as a cock slid slowly into his ass. He opened his eyes and saw that the twins had removed their shorts. Kyle was standing naked on the bed holding his legs up high and Kevin knelt before him, his hips moving back and forth massaging his ass with his cock. Bob surrendered completely to his boys as he gazed at the two young bucks taking turns fucking his ass. He was drifting into a world of pure pleasure ruled by the twins where all negative thoughts were banished. His cock was hard again and he groaned, “Please, guys, let me see you cum.” “OK, sir,” said Kyle who was taking his turn fucking him. But instead of intensifying the fuck to its climax he pulled his cock out and moved up the bed, kneeling astride Bob’s chest facing him. Kevin dropped to his knees behind his brother � and pushed his cock into Kyle’s ass. Bob had seen the brothers fuck each other before, and the sight of identical twins making love was highly erotic. But they had never done it kneeling over him before. He turned his head to the side and stared into the floor-length mirror on the wall, at Kevin gently fucking his brother, both of them with placid smiles on their faces. Then he turned back to look up at them. Kevin was reaching round his brother’s chest and squeezing his nipples as he fucked him, and Kyle was stroking his cock, pointing it at Bob’s face. “Sir, you wanted to see us cum? Here it is, sir.” Kyle blasted a spray of semen onto his master’s face. Stunned, Bob looked through the film of jism and saw the hazy image of the boys trading places. Kevin was getting fucked by his brother, he was pounding his cock … and a second load of cum spurted into Bob’s face. Bob closed his eyes and feasted on the image of his beautiful twins fucking each other, each in turn blasting their juice into his face, some of it landing in his mouth. He was savoring the musky taste of his boys’ fresh semen when he felt them move. The next in a long string of erotic sensations was the feeling of their tongues cleaning his face and eyes. They sucked in their own juices, then closed their lips over their master’s in a long, cum-filled three-way kiss. When at last they separated Bob smiled at them. “Guys, you are absolutely incredible, you know that? Wow, that was awesome � just what I needed to clear my mind of all the wreckage. But I’m totally bushed. You promised me a nap � and I hope you’ll join me.” “The other boys can hold the fort, sir,” Kevin smiled. “We won’t be interrupted.” They climbed into the bed, one on each side of their master, and in minutes they were asleep, with the twins lying face to face on Bob’s chest, their lips almost touching. ***************************** Calm had also been restored across the street at Zack’s house � except in the mind of Pablo. He sat at Randy’s bedside keeping vigil while his master slept fitfully, regaining his strength and restoring his energy after the brutal punishment he had endured. Zack and Darius had left them alone in the guest bedroom but remained within earshot in case they were needed. Plus, in Darius’s case, so he would be the first to know of any new developments. Darius had said that when Randy woke up he would want to see Pablo’s face, and to fuck him to prove that the punishment had not made him any less of the sexual stud he had always been. Pablo kind of doubted Hatay Escort Bayan this because of the way he had offered himself to Mark to end his master’s torment and made Randy submit. Also, Randy would be in no shape yet for sex. It was a long time before Pablo got his answer. He sat loyally beside him, gazing at his naked body half covered by a sheet. Finally Randy stirred and groaned with the residual pain in his ass from where the police baton had been shoved in it. He turned on his side, opened his eyes and, when his blurred vision cleared, he saw Pablo. The boy was shifting uncomfortably in his chair, looking as if he was about to take fright and run. “What the fuck you doing there, boy?” the deep voice growled. Pablo gulped. “Sir, I’ve been sitting here all the time you’ve slept in case you woke up and needed something, sir.” “I don’t mean that … I mean what the fuck are you doing in that chair and not in my bed? OK, so I have woken up and I do need something � you.” Pablo stood up, holding his head high. “Sir, I don’t deserve to be in your bed after what I did. I got involved in your fight with Mark, offered myself to him and made you submit. I’m not tough enough to be your boy, sir, let alone be in your bed.” Randy sighed, “Oh shut the fuck up, boy, and get your ass over here. Cut the bullshit, get your fucking clothes off, and get in the damn bed.” Scrambling to obey Pablo stripped naked and eased into the bed beside him. Randy pulled his head toward him and fixed him with his steely eyes. “Now listen, kid, `cause I’ll only say this once. What you did today took a lot of guts � and I know you’ve got guts. You did it for me and you were prepared to take the cop’s dick up your ass to save me. I would expect nothing less of my boy.” His voice softened. “In fact it gave me a way of submitting to the cop just to save my boy.” “Anyway, it’s done, and you know me … when a thing’s over it’s over. We’ll say no more about it. Of course, you’re gonna get your ass fucked � good and hard. Feel this.” He guided his boy’s hand down to his iron-hard cock and said, “See, no damage there. And being in bed with you always gets me hard. But first I need more sleep. So what say I reserve that perfect butt of yours before any other guy gets to it? Lube me up, kid.” Quickly Pablo lowered his head over the massive cock and swallowed the whole length down his throat. Randy pulled the boy’s head back by the hair. “That’ll do it. Now turn over.” Pablo turned his back to Randy who pushed his wet cock between the mounds of his ass and all the way down his chute until it came to rest deep inside him. “Right, now when I wake up, boy, you’re really gonna get it.” He put his brawny arm round Pablo and pulled him against his chest. Before they fell asleep he murmured softly in his ear, “Thanks for what you did, kiddo. I’m real proud of you.” Pablo’s crooked grin stayed on his face even after he fell asleep, impaled on his master’s rod. ****************************** “What time are they coming?” Lloyd was sipping coffee across the breakfast table from Steve next morning. “Around ten o’clock,” Steve said, “that’s if they all show. Bob and Mark will but I have my doubts about Randy. He’s as stubborn as a mule and sometimes just as dumb. Kicks like a mule too. We had quite a moment together yesterday when he apologized for keeping his distance from me, for shutting me out, and actually told me he loved me. “But I know how he can be. Always has to be the boss and resents his younger brother (younger by a year!) taking charge of the situation. He thinks he should always be in command � only difference is that he exerts his authority with his fists and I use words, so at this point there’s no choice. He’s already done the fist thing and look where that’s got us. Let’s go upstairs. I want to watch them come in. You can tell a lot by body language.” Standing at their bedroom window Lloyd said. “I always love to watch you work, your thought process. You’re a great therapist, you know “… he grinned … “in spite of what Randy says.” “You’re right,” Steve chuckled, “he’d never admit to that. Hold on, here they come.” They saw a truck pull up at the gate, then a black sedan. Lloyd pressed the button to open the gate and Mark strode in, followed by Bob. “Hmm,” Steve mused, “separate cars, not an auspicious sign. Look at the way they walk � Mark’s resolute as befits a cop, tough and determined. But Bob is less sure of himself. Poor guy’s racked with self-doubt. Now where the hell is Randy?” A few seconds later a bigger truck pulled up and there was a loud slam of a door. “Hear that, Lloyd? That’s anger but a lot of insecurity, nervousness too I’d guess, though that’s not usually a word I’d use for my big brother. I better go down and meet them. I want this to be an informal session and, when the time’s right, I’d like you to join us if they agree. Sorry to ask you this but could you bring us coffee on the terrace when we start?” “Sure,” Lloyd grinned, “happy to. Only you’ll pay later. You can’t always be in command you know. Someone has to take you down a notch or two.” Steve grinned salaciously. “Maybe down in the basement?” “Definitely the basement,” Lloyd said. “It’s about time the patient turned the tables on the doc. Now get your ass out of here.” *************************** Mark was already standing at the front door when Steve opened it. “Hey, officer,” he beamed and shook his hand firmly. “Good to see you … come on in.” He was closely followed by Bob who smiled uneasily at him and they too shook hands. Steve had decided that hugs would be out of place … might set the wrong tone and even show favoritism � a definite no-no.” They stood in the hallway uncertainly until the door flew open again and Randy stood there in jeans and his usual loose tank top that displayed his muscular torso more, even, than a tight one would. But it was not through vanity (physically he didn’t have a vain bone in his body), it was just what he always wore and fuck everyone else. Steve, observant as ever, noted how they were all dressed. Mark was in shorts and a ribbed black tank top (Jamie’s favorite, Steve knew that) contrasting with his blond good looks, making him look even more spectacularly handsome than ever. Steve made a mental note � `dressed to impress’. Bob looked almost preppy in clean blue-jeans and a white T-shirt. Steve guessed that in his nervousness he had taken refuge in a conventional look that made him feel comfortable. Though there was nothing conventional about Bob. The most ordinary white T-shirt could not mask the stunning musculature of his body underneath and highlighted his gorgeous face. “Welcome gentlemen,” Steve smiled. “I wanted this session to be as informal as possible, so we’ll go out by the pool and Lloyd will bring us coffee and anything else you guys want.” “Whatever,” growled Randy, “let’s just get the fucking show on the road.” He strode through the house onto the deck and threw himself into a whicker armchair, legs stretched out before him. (Always the leader, Steve smiled to himself) The others followed and sat in the other chairs, unaware that Steve had arranged them carefully on one side of a long table with him seated in a slightly higher chair on the other side. He had to keep them all in his eye line. It would be a mistake to turn his back on one while talking to another … he needed to watch reactions. Timing his entrance perfectly Lloyd brought out a tray of coffee and smiled mischievously at Steve. He was barefoot, shirtless in just blue jeans with a white strip of underwear showing just above the waist. His tanned, perfect gym-hone body looked sensational and he knew it. A smile flashed on his handsome face and he said, “Coffee, gentlemen, and if there’s anything else I can do for you, just give a holler. I’m all yours.” All the men felt their dicks stirring and Steve smiled up at him mouthing “asshole”, unseen by the others. Bob and Mark reached for coffee … Randy didn’t stir, hunched morosely in his chair. “OK,” Steve said, “I want this to be an interactive session with you guys doing most of the work. As I see it we have a complicated situation here with love versus obstinacy, clashing egos and a lot of denial. And much of that is to be expected. After all, you are three powerful, dominant alpha males � not to mention stunningly good-looking. That’s a perfect breeding ground for macho rivalry. “I want to say one other thing before we get going. In all my experience I have never seen two people as much in love as Randy and Bob. They are united as one, joined at hip, unable to exist without each other despite their obvious differences of background and style. But that should not be a boulder blocking the entrance to their world … rather, it’s a rock foundation we can build on. Any questions before we go on?” Mark and Bob shook their heads. Randy stared into space, bored by his brother’s sermonizing, as he thought of it, and resenting this whole damn-fool session. No one could tell him who he was or what he felt, least of all about his feelings for Bob. Steve watched his reaction and smiled inwardly. OK, brother, he thought to himself. Maybe this’ll get your attention. “Good, so right off the bat I have a question for Randy. He stared straight at him and they locked eyes. “Randy, are you in love with Mark?” It took a few moments for the stunned men to take this in, and then Randy threw his head back and laughed. “Yeah right � good one, bro. Me in love with the guy who just tortured my ass, the guy who wants to steal my man away. OK, enough with the jokes � let’s get serious here.” Steve looked at him evenly. “I am serious, Randy. I want to know. Are you in love with Mark?” It was as if thunder clouds had suddenly rolled in. Randy flexed his stubbled jaw, clenched his fists and sprang from his chair. “Are you fucking crazy?” he yelled at Steve. “You call this therapy? It’s fucking insanity, that’s what it is. Where do you come up with these off-the-wall ideas? Me? In love with this asshole cop who just because he looks like a goddamn Greek God thinks the sun shines out of his fucking ass. Yeah sure, I’m in love with the arrogant son-of-a-bitch, if love means wanting to beat the crap out of him every time I lay eyes on him.” He started to walk away, but turned back and jabbed his finger at Bob. “You … you put him up to this … it’s a conspiracy you all cooked up to make me accept Mark as your lover. OK, if that’s what you want, take him, just don’t expect me to sit through this bullshit circle-jerk you all call therapy. I’m outa here.” In spite of everything Bob gazed in awe at the raging gypsy. This was when he looked his most magnificent, his body flexed with anger, blue eyes flashing in his swarthy face … and Bob’s cock was rigid. Randy spun round and strode up the driveway to the gate. Steve sighed and looked at the other two. “The gypsy doth protest too much, methinks. Jeez, all I asked was a simple question. Guess I’ll take that as a yes.” Bob looked at him in alarm and was about to comment when suddenly Randy stopped at the gate, whirled round and strode back to face them, legs astride, muscles flexed. “OK,” he said, his tone less ferocious than before, but still riled up. He again pointed at Bob. “OK, maybe you didn’t put them up to it, I take that back. Steve just brainwashed you is all. And you,” pointing at Mark, “I take back that stuff about the sun shining out of your ass � you can’t help your looks, I guess � and I don’t wanna beat you up. There’s been enough of that.” He pointed next at Steve. “But you … you are a fucking lousy shrink and I’m damn-well not gonna let you brainwash my man here.” He sat down heavily in his chair. “So go ahead, doc, let’s hear some more of your half-assed bullshit.” Ever the professional Steve took it all in stride. “Randy,” he said calmly, “you should know that I didn’t share my `off-the-wall’ idea, as you call it, with anyone until I asked that question just now. It came to me as I watched Mark punish you yesterday and saw the looks that flashed between you. Your pride wouldn’t let you submit, certainly, but there was more to it � you actually wanted sexual attention from Mark, no matter how rough. And that Escort Hatay kiss at the end. That was not just Mark making nice. That was a passionate kiss between two men who had strong feelings for each other. “Now I may well be a `lousy shrink’ as you say, but I never lie to you, brother. And I swear that when Bob and Mark came here neither of them knew any more about my idea than you did.” Randy huffed a bit and glanced at Mark and Bob, but he seemed to settle down. He knew Steve was honest � it’s just his crazy ideas that made him so fucked up. So he was more receptive when Steve said, “Now as all this is new to Bob too I would like to talk to him alone for a while. And Randy I do mean talk, not brainwashing. So if you two wouldn’t mind leaving us for a bit � maybe take a dip in the pool…? Randy shifted in his chair ready to dig his heels in but Mark stood up. “Fine with me,” he said. Facing them he began slowly to pull his tank top off over his head, revealing first his ripped, eight-pack abs, then the slabs of his chest until he was stripped to the waist. He tossed his shirt onto a chair, then bent down to unlace his sneakers, showing off the muscles rippling in his broad back. He stood up straight, unbuttoned his shorts, let them drop and stepped out of them, letting his long cock swing free. Backlit by the sun the naked cop looked spectacular, the light glowing behind his face and blond hair creating the halo image of a god. “Coming Randy?” he smiled. It was a challenge � at least that’s the way Randy saw it � and he always rose to a challenge. He stood up next to Mark, facing Bob, kicked off his boots, pulled off his tank top and dropped his jeans. It was less showy than Mark’s performance but the result was at least as stunning and Bob gazed in awe at the two naked muscle-gods, almost like competitors in a bodybuilding contest. Steve, of course, realized they were showing off for Bob, and in that sense they really were contestants. Randy spun round, ran to the pool and dived in, closely followed by Mark. Steve grinned at Bob and said, “Always has to be the leader. Actually, the reason I sent them away was more for them than for us. Sometimes it’s best to drop the bomb then let the patients sort through the wreckage. Not that I think there will be much wreckage here � I hope not. But now that we’re alone, how are you feeling right now?” Bob laughed, “Ah, that good old therapist question � `and how do you feel about that?’ Huh, if only I knew. `Stunned’ comes to mind, though between you and me, Steve’ I’m not entirely surprised. I know Randy so well � his little quirks, what drives him, what pushes his buttons. I always felt that his continued antagonism to Mark was a bit over-the-top � contrived in a way. Of course, what masked everything was his jealousy of Mark’s feelings toward me. But I always suspected there was something else.” Bob sighed. “Steve, what you said about me being partly to blame was absolutely true and I feel so guilty. I love Randy like crazy, as you said, and I somehow took him for granted. Guess I thought he was tough enough to handle the situation between Mark and me but I was wrong. When it comes to me he’s about as tough as a newborn puppy. Steve, I’ll do anything to make things right � leave Mark, leave everything. I’d follow him anywhere, do anything he asks.” “Hey, hey, it won’t come to that, buddy. Let’s take it one step at a time. First of all, we saw what just went into the pool. Let’s wait and see what comes out. **************************** When Randy and Mark first dove into the pool it was (no surprise) a contest. The rivalry between Randy and Mark had lasted so long that it would not be dissolved just by Steve’s crazy idea that Randy was in love with the gorgeous cop. The pool was a long lap pool, great for competitive swimmers like these two. But, as with almost everything physical, Randy was the stronger swimmer of the two and when, after numerous laps, Randy paused for breath he boasted, come on stud, keep up.” “Fuck you, man,” Mark panted, swimming up beside him. “Damn, I just never seem to be able to improve my speed.” “That’s because of your form,” Randy said. And suddenly the contest had become a lesson. The physical activity had eased the tension between them. Whatever else they were, they were both men of action and admired each other’s strength. When they first knew each other they had undergone a brutal trial of strength at the hands of thugs in the desert and had fought side by side to defeat them. The memory of that was still embedded deep in their brains. Sure, Randy was still showing his superiority but this time as a coach. But Mark saw it merely as a lesson and accepted his advice. “Yeah,” Randy said, “a few changes will make all the difference. Right now your arms are like windmills � you need to bend the elbow when the arm exits the water and then reach far forward. And try to keep your head lower when you breathe. Here it’s easier if I show you.” Standing beside him he wrapped his arm round Mark’s waist and held him belly down in the water “OK, as I move you forward breathe after every three or four strokes and bend your elbows like I said. Yeah, that’s better … keep your body straight like an arrow and turn your body side to side like a dolphin. The less you splash the better.” Mark felt the improvement … and he also felt Randy’s body and his cock pressed against his side. Randy’s cock was getting hard and he pulled away from Mark. “OK, race you.” They launched themselves off the side, swam the length of the pool, their muscles gleaming as they churned through the water, and Mark reached the end a split second after Randy. “See the difference?” Randy beamed as they hung onto the side face to face. Mark grinned, “You should be a swim coach, big guy.” Flushed with physical exertion they smiled at each other. Their faces � one chiseled blond, the other swarthy and rugged � were streaming with water, handsome icons of the male athlete. Their eyes locked and impulsively they pressed their lips together. The kiss mounted in passion, tongues probing, until they both jerked back with embarrassment. “Hey,” Randy said, “better get back and save Bob from Steve’s brainwashing. You with me?” “Right behind you, buddy.” ************************** Steve and Bob had heard the laughter from the pool and Steve smiled at Bob. “Progress, I think. Whenever Lloyd and I have a fight I push him in the pool, we tussle … and in a few minutes we’re fucking. Thought I’d give it a try with these two. Let’s see if it worked.” He grinned as he watched the two muscle-studs pull themselves out of the pool and walk toward them … both sporting rock-hard erections. “Oh yeah,” Steve grinned, “worked a treat.” “I hate to mention the obvious, guys, but what you gonna do with those tree trunks?” They both stared lasciviously at Bob but Steve intervened. “Oh no you don’t. Bob’s sitting this one out � this is between you guys. We gotta decide this once and for all.” He pulled a mattress from a chaise and tossed it on the deck. “By my estimation,” he grinned, “and by the authority vested in me by the State of California … someone’s gonna get fucked. Let’s toss for it � your call Randy. The men looked on bemused as Steve tossed a coin and Randy blurted out, “Heads.” “Heads it is,” said Steve, slapping the coin on the table. “OK, guys, go for it.” Randy looked at Mark and grinned sheepishly, “You up for this, man?” “I am if you are. Gotta do something with this boner.” He lowered himself onto his back on the mattress and gazed up at Randy, his sparkling blue-gray eyes issuing a challenge, a challenge Randy was only too willing to meet. “Give me a chance to get my own back,” Randy said. Bob and Steve watched in nervous apprehension as Randy knelt between Mark’s legs. They both knew this was the make or break moment. Randy was still confused by his feelings so, as usual, he took refuge in brute strength. He pulled Mark’s legs up and pushed his cock between his ass cheeks. “You busted me up good, man. My turn.” He slammed his cock deep into the cop’s ass, making him scream, then pulled back and ramrodded him again. Mark winced in pain and looked Randy straight in the eye. “Why don’t you cut the crap, buddy? You don’t mean this … you and I know you don’t hate me. We both know Steve was right. For once in your life surrender, Randy. Surrender to the truth.” Randy gazed down at the beautiful, sculpted features, the blue-grey eyes, the tousled blond hair … and that magnificent body. Mark said softly, “Make love to me, Randy. Please, man … I’ve wanted it for so long.” Randy whimpered, leaned forward and clamped his hands over Mark’s wrists above his head. “I don’t wanna hurt you, buddy. I’ve hurt you so much in the past and I guess deep down I never wanted to. I was scared of you. Every time I pounded your ass it was a warning and a punishment. Not this time. Man, you are so fucking beautiful.” He grinned, “I want you, officer.” Mark flashed a dazzling smile. “So go for it, big guy.” The rest was poetry. Steve and Bob stared at Randy’s magnificent body poised over the cop. His long, thick rod eased into Mark’s ass, pulled back, paused and pushed in again as Mark moaned, “Oh yeah, that feels so good. Keep fucking me, man. Make love to my ass.” They stared at each other transfixed and Bob could see that Randy’s hypnotic blue eyes were having the same magical effect on Mark as they always did on him, drawing him in to that enchanted world that he shared with Bob. It was the same mesmerizing effect Randy had on any man who had ever felt the gypsy’s cock in his ass and been bewitched by his eyes. Bob might have felt jealous, scared, as his lover made love to another man, but this man was Mark whom Bob also loved. Randy glanced briefly up at Bob with a gleaming smile. Bob was thrilled to see Randy so happy and he gazed in wonder as the two glorious muscle gods continued to fuck. Bob looked up at Steve and got a reassuring nod � but then he caught sights of the coin on the table. It showed tails. He frowned at Steve who smiled, “A little white lie. It had to be this way, buddy. Randy had to go first. Wouldn’t have worked the other way.” The fuck went on and on until Randy couldn’t hold back any longer. He stared down at Mark and said, “Your ass feels so fucking good, man, I gotta cum. I wanna pump my juice inside you. Here it comes buddy … I’m gonna cum … Yeah … Oh yeah …” and his cock erupted deep inside Mark’s ass. Randy pulled out, fell forward onto Mark and pressed their mouths together. But Mark twisted over on top of Randy and in seconds Mark’s cock was inside him, massaging his ass as he pressed his palms on his chest. Mark was now so hot his balls were bursting. “I love you, man,” he breathed. “This is for you …” and Randy felt the cop’s hot jism flowing inside him. They gazed at each other panting hard, hearts pounding. Mark gently withdrew his cock and they fell into each other’s arms and kissed passionately, ferociously, rolling over and over on the deck in the ecstasy of newly discovered love. Bob was mesmerized, watching the two men he loved in the throes of passion. Instinctively he stood up, pulled out his own cock and stroked it faster and faster, gazing down at the churning bodies at his feet. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. His body convulsed and he howled, “Yes! … Yes! … Aaagh!” Semen blasted from his cock and splashed down onto the bare flesh of the men he loved. When his cock had drained dry he stood dazed, then slumped back in his chair, emotionally exhausted, confused and nervous about what came next. Bob’s ecstatic shout jarred the men out of their tight embrace. Randy stood up, pulled Mark to his feet and the two glorious men stood shoulder to shoulder, their breath heaving, smiling down at Bob. They stretched out their hands toward him and Randy said, “Come here, buddy.” **************************** TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” � Chapter 235 Hey guys, this is Rob Williams. 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Subject: What I Saw 4 Here we go again-Usual warnings apply. Please don’t read this if you are not of age or if your sensibilities can’t handle it-(though I wonder why you would be on this site if that was the case.hmmm). Feedback is always welcome-it’s nice to be appreciated! I was still in turmoil from seeing my brother in carnal escapades with our neighbor. The fact that he was aware that I saw the whole thing and it didn’t seem to phase him was even more amazing. I certainly had a lot to think about, which I did-often with my hard cock in hand. Things went along pretty much normally although I had that heightened awareness that led me to feel that around every corner there was material for new fantasies. For instance, I never noticed how large the principles hands were before. If the old myth were in fact true, I could only imagine what was hidden in his snugly fitting dress pants. I also noticed that the school custodian suddenly seemed hot. I mean I had noticed before that he was a large African-American man, about 40 or so, but now.jeesh just seeing him bent over picking something up off the floor would cause me to get a semi-erection. My fellow classmates were also fodder for my fertile mind. It is amazing how many hot young men attended my high school. It wasn’t long before my hopes and dreams for another hot show were fulfilled. I was thirsty to once again see two men have sex. I couldn’t get the images I’d witnessed out of my mind and I began to reach a fever pitch of excitement. I would think of sex every day. I was torturing myself by masturbating to the edge of orgasm over and over again but never allowing myself the release of orgasm. My balls felt constantly swollen and tender and the minute my cock would become erect I would start to leak copious amounts of pre cum. I finally could stand it no longer and sought out what I desired. In the next town over there was an adult bookstore. I had never been brave enough to go there but had heard a lot of stories about the place from classmates and my older brother. It was early on a Saturday and I had my Dad’s car for the day. I had major butterflies in my stomach as I parked down the street from the store. My intention was to go in and either buy a porno mag or a gay adult video. I cased the street before entering and then quickly slipped inside. There was a high counter to the right of the entrance, I glanced up and saw an older guy at the register. His eyes slid over me and seemed to take note of my short stature and youthful appearance. I thought for sure he was going to ask for some proof of age or just plain kick me out. After one quick once over he went back to whatever it was he was doing. I began to peruse the shelves and found myself staring at rack after rack of al kinds of magazines. Everything I saw featured large breasted, naked women. No interest there.yuk. I made my way to the back of the store and saw a doorway that said “videos”. I slipped through. Instead of finding shelves stocked with tapes I was in along hall with doors on either side. There were lights over each door, which apparently indicated if the room was occupied. I saw a change machine on my left and quickly exchanged some dollars for quarters. I walked down the hall-the butterflies really jumping now. I slipped into a room on the left about half way down. Once inside I caught a whiff of what I knew had to be the smell of sex. It was a mixture of semen and sweat and exertion, it gave me an immediate erection. I locked the door and saw a small monitor with a coin slot on the back wall. A sign said that videos had to be playing while in the booth. I quickly slipped 3 quarters into the slot and pressed the arrows to forward through the movie selection. I passed the straight porn rapidly and felt my eyes pop as I got to the gay selections. The still cued you as to what the short film would include. There were several shots of guys on their knees sucking cocks. Others featured men being fucked or rimmed. I felt my breath catch as I saw one still which showed a young blond guy with the biggest black cock before his face. This was the one. I pressed the start button and undid my pants. I freed my hard cock as the film began. It was an amazing film. The Black guy was HUGE, his cock had to be at least 11 inches long with a huge mushroom shaped head. The blond guy was at first just licking up and down the shaft. He seemed to purposefully steering clear of the head. He was using his hands to cup and pull on the black guys pendulous balls, and using his other hand to slide up and down the slick stalk-always avoiding any contact with the cock head. I stared in rapt attention, my own cock was rock hard and aching. The blond man began to lick faster and faster, jerking the cock off at the same time. I could see clear strings of precum dripping and dangling from the piss slit. The black man was groaning and began to grab the blond by the hair and direct his hot mouth to his agonizingly swollen cock head. It appeared as if the head had doubled in size since the movie began. The blond resisted at first, but finally his mouth engulfed the head and his cheeks hollowed with his powerful sucking action. This was all it took. The black man began to moan louder and you could actually see his balls retract and the huge vein along the bottom of his cock pulse. At that moment the blond made a sharp sound and began to swallow convulsively. He pulled his head back and the spewing cock sprang out. Huge ropes of semen shot onto his face and into his mouth. I could see his tongue was coated already with cum from the first shot. He began to moan and make throaty gurgling sounds. He once more engulfed the cock head and swallowed a few more shots of cum. He pulled off and began to jerk the shaft. Several more shots flew out coating his face and getting into his hair. He licked up and down the shaft and cum continued to pump out. He was a mess, cum was everywhere. I was just about there myself and in fact would have finished myself off. I mean I wasn’t going to see anything hotter than this.or was I? Just as I looked down at my own tortured dick, I heard someone rattle the door to my booth. Shit…had I locked it? The narrow door swung open as I scrambled to do up my pants. A large dark haired man entered my booth. I was frantically trying to cover my dripping erection and simultaneously shut off the gay movie I was watching. The guy looked right at Giresun Escort me as he closed the door and turned the lock. He gave me a slow smile as the click of the lock echoed in my ears. “Well, what have we hear?” he whispered. “I.I. was just.” I stammered. “I can see what you were doing, nothing to be ashamed of son. That is what this place is for. Do you want to have some more fun?” I wasn’t prepared for this. I mean, watching was one thing, participating was something else. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that leap. “I just like to watch” I muttered, my eyes downcast. He gently took my chin in his fingers and lifted my head. I was looking into his eyes. I noticed that he was big, and had blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. He was wearing work coveralls, partly unbuttoned and a white t-shirt underneath. “You like to watch, huh? Well lets get you something to watch, why don’t we” He pointed to the wall on the right-I hadn’t noticed before but there was a hole on the wall about three feet from the floor-my god a glory hole!! He continued to point and instructed me to look through the hole. I dropped to my knees and placed my hands on either side of the hole and put my eye to it. It was dark in the booth next door, but there was enough illumination coming from the video playing for me to make out the torso of a man. He was in white shirt and tie. As my eyes became accustomed to the dim light in the booth I began to see him more clearly. He was probably about 19 or 20 years old and had shoulder length dark hair. I gasped as I finally got a good look at his face. He was a bag boy at the market down the street from my house. I had noticed him before because he had a sculpted handsome face, and from what I could tell through his conservative work clothes, a good body. He was caressing what appeared to be a substantial bulge in the front of his neatly pressed chinos while he stared at the small video screen in his booth. “See anything good?” the man asked in a hushed whisper. “A guy is starting to beat off.” I answered. I glanced over at my booth companion he had unzipped his coveralls a bit more and I could see his muscular chest imprinted on his white tee shirt. My eyes traveled down his large body to his crotch. The zipper of his coveralls obscured my view but I could make out his large hand running up and down a long tube bulging the front of his jeans. I swallowed convulsively, and returned my eye to the hole. The guy in the booth had unzipped his chinos and had one hand down the front of his white briefs and was frantically stroking himself. “O.K kid here we go” After saying this, the man in my booth gently moved me aside. I crouched in the corner of the small booth and watched him lightly tap on the wall. I heard shuffling in the next booth and heard the bag boy whisper an excited hesitant.”yeah?”. The man directed his voice through the hole. “You want to suck? I got a big hard cock here that needs some attention” I could make out the labored breathing of the guy next door and I heard his excited response. “YEAH let me see it.” My booth mate stood up and shucked his coveralls from his upper body. He pushed them to his hips and I admired his big tight body. He was obviously very excited because it looked like his large cock had already reached full erection with very little encouragement. He pulled his shirt from the waistband of his jeans exposing his flat, very tan stomach. He slowly popped the top button of his jeans. The jeans began to unzip themselves from the force his hard on was exerting on the pants. “Keep your eyes to that hole kid” he growled. A soft bump on the wall signified that his instructions were being followed. He slowly began to lower the zipper of his jeans. He placed his hands on his hips and began to slide the tight pants down. As more and more of his body was exposed I felt my already racing heart speed up. He wasn’t wearing underwear, he was wearing a jock strap. He had a deep tan on the part of his lower back that was visible and his ass was smooth and white. The pouch of the strap was bulging obscenely and I could see the magnificent erection he was sporting, his cock looked to be about ten inches and thick, the top of the pouch was see through because he was leaking so much precum. Apparently the guy in the next booth appreciated the sight as well. He was eagerly trailing his fingers along the hole and I could clearly hear his heavy breathing. As I watched he ran a long wet tongue along the rim of the hole in a suggestive manner he was no novice to glory holes. The large man moved closer to the hole and began to press his large ball sack through. I could hear wet moaning from the other side of the wall. He still hadn’t removed his jock and as he gyrated his pelvis against the other guys’ mouth I could see the pouch getting wetter and wetter. His ass muscles were clenching and unclenching above his shucked down jeans and he was moaning softly. From my vantage point I could clearly see the open wet mouth of the bag boy pressed against the glory hole. The guy in my booth was allowing him to capture his cotton covered balls in his sucking mouth, then pulling back stretching his scrotum and then pulling further till the tender orbs popped free. This process was producing visible results. The man’s cock had swelled even more, reaching at least eleven inches and the precum was flowing like water. The guy on the other side of the wall was working hard to get as much flesh in his hot mouth as possible. I could see his frustration and hear his thwarted groans. He wanted more. The big blonde looked at me over his shoulder and his slow smile pulled a thread of precum from my own turgid cock. “Want to see more?” he queried. I could barley nod my assent. He pulled back from the hole and slowly slid the jock down his hips. His huge cock was now fully exposed. It was incredible, it barley jutted from his body. Instead it ran straight up along his tight abdomen and went well beyond his navel. It was cut and had a huge flared head. The piss slit was wet and smeared with precum. He had large balls that hung low and were flushed and moist looking. He ran his tight closed fist up the thick shaft and milked a large shining drop of precum from the tip. He carefully caught the clear bead on his large index finger and offered it to me. I shyly extended my tongue and he wiped his finger tip across the surface. I felt Giresun Escort Bayan an immediate jolt as the sweet salty flavor hit my taste buds. “Nice, huh?” he uttered. The guy in the next booth leaned in and whispered through the hole “Hey is there more than one of you in there?” The guy looked at me and winked. “Yeah, I got a little buddy in here that likes to watch-any problem with that?” “No.umm I guess not, but be quick I’m dying to suck that fucking cock-it’s gorgeous.” He eagerly answered. The guy stepped back and grasped his cock around the base. He had to exert some real force to aim it down to line up with the hole. The bag boy on the other side of the wall pressed his open lips to the hole and moaned in anticipation. I could almost feel what he would; a huge thick cock impaling my throat. It soon became apparent that Blondie had other ideas. Instead of roughly shoving his dripping cock through the hole, he was keeping it out of range and forcing the guy to fully extend his tongue to just make contact with the glistening head. My ears were filled with the sounds of restrained groans and wet lapping. The blond guy was leaking a large amount of precum and it was being eagerly scooped up by the straining tongue. But even in his sexual eagerness he couldn’t keep up and long gleaming strings were breaking from the swollen tip and pooling on the floor. The bag boy could take it no longer and pulled his tongue in long enough to breath out “God let me SUCK IT.” The big man stepped back and let go of his cock, it sprang up slapping his stomach. I shuddered at that sound. His cock was throbbing in time to his heartbeat. He looked over at me. “What do you think-should I let him have it?” I nodded meekly. “Come here and help me aim.” He said firmly. I was still reluctant to be a participant but it was clearly an order and I knew I could stop at any time. I scooted across the floor and slowly raised my hand to his cock. I gently grasped it at the base. It was hot and amazingly thick. I couldn’t close my fingers around it. It felt like a piece of iron. He moved his hips forward and I pulled his amazing dick down to line up with the mouth on the other side of the wall. I couldn’t help but stroke the cock a bit as it moved forward. I was close now and could see the exact moment when the hot contact between lips and cock head met. The big blond man jerked at the initial contact to his over sensitive head but continued to push forward. I heard the deep moan from the other side of the wall as the cock invaded his mouth and then throat. The forward motion did not stop until I could feel the bag boys lips on my clasped fist. “Umm there we go.that feels great.nothing like a hot tight throat.” Exclaimed my booth mate. I reluctantly let go of his cock a leaned back to get a better view of the show. The big man splayed his hands on the wall, shoulder width apart. He braced himself and then began to pull all the way back and then thrust smoothly forward. He was long dicking the guys mouth in an inexorable and powerful motion. As his immense cock would reach the zenith of the back stroke I would get a clear view of it’s slick vein covered thickness in all it’s glory. Precum and saliva would attach in long strings to the other guy’s mouth. This went on for several minutes and I could see Blondie getting more and more excited. His dick was positively thrumming and his breathing sounded like a train. Just as it looked as he was reaching the breaking point and his balls were getting hard in their sack, he continued the outstroke all the way and pulled his cock totally from the contact. It slapped up against his hot skin and pulsed out a thick bead of almost white precum. God he was so close, it took a Herculean effort to stop. The guy in the next booth hissed in frustration “C’mon what are you doing-I need your cum man!” As he spoke the big man looked at me, “Not yet friend-we haven’t given this kid enough to watch yet.” “Switch booths” he ordered through the hole. He pulled his jock, jeans and coveralls back up and as quietly as possible opened the door and shuffled out. I heard him go into the next booth and hurry the bag boy along. My door opened again and in walked the dark haired kid. His shirt was undone, exposing his smooth, well muscled chest. His chinos were zipped but not buttoned and a wet spot had leaked through the front. He made quick eye contact with me and I saw the flicker of recognition. He didn’t say anything just looked at me with heavy lidded eyes. His lips looked puffy and slightly bruised. He clearly didn’t want talk and dropped to his knees and began to run his long tongue around the hole. Almost immediately the booth was invaded by the rigid eleven inch cock. It stood up almost vertically against the wall and seemed to give off a significant amount of heat. This time instead of controlling the action the guy had just shoved his cock through and let the kid do his stuff. And do it he did. He began by reaching out and firmly grasping the thick tool. He ran his tight fist up and down the slick shaft. He did it HARD, mercilessly. He swirled his closed hand around the bloated head several times. I could hear the sharp intake of breath through the wall. The kids dark hair swung forward as he moved in and flicked his tongue over the head, gathering the precum he had worked out of the slit. He then released the cock and let it pulse along the wall. He took two fingers and hooked the heavy balls from the other side into our booth. He began to cup and tug on the swollen testicles. He was stretching the skin to it’s limit and was squeezing and massaging the balls at each pull. Precum was virtually streaming out of the cock head. He finally moved his head forward and began to run his tongue along the thick cum tube along the underside of the stalk. He began to mouth the head and run his closed lips around the flange and along the back side of the prodigious member. All the while his wet palm was running up and down the shinning wetness of the shaft. The groaning from the other side was intense but now I could hear distinct words. “Stop.I’m too close.C’mon-not yet.” He insisted. The kid pulled back and just stared at the amazing cock in front of him. His face was flushed and precum and saliva coated his lips and cheeks. I could see that he had undone his chinos again and his own substantial cock was protruding. The guy ordered, Escort Giresun “Stand up and turn around” through the wall. The kid slowly got to his feet. He turned to face me and slowly lowered his pants. He was wearing no underwear and his cock looked like it was ready to explode. It was about eight inched long and deep red. He stepped out of his pants altogether and pressed his naked ass against the hole. From the other side I could hear the groan of approval this move was met with. I looked closely at the hole and saw the blond guys face press eagerly forward. His tongue extended and he began to use that flexible member to fuck at the eager asshole at his disposal. The bag boy pressed back harder and spread his legs to give more access. He kept his hands braced on his knees. I looked in disbelief as his cock began to expand and thick gobs of viscous precum began to seep from the head. His eyes were rolled back in his head and he was oblivious to my presence. His chest was heaving and he was spreading wider and wider. He leaned forward, arching his back as deep wet licking sounds emanated from the hole in the wall. I watched as he jerked spasmodically as the tongue reached a new dept and he cried out sharply as another huge, thick glob distended from his wide piss slit and then splashed to the floor. It seemed impossible that this much precum could leak and the kid still hadn’t shot. Bag boy slid his hands off his knees and ran them up his body. He reached his nipples and first brushed them then twisted them. He left those tender buds and slid his shirt from his overheated body. He was now completely naked. His mouth was gaping open and his long hair was half obscuring his face. The slurping continued and as I watched the kid looked down at his cock as it pulsed and squeezed out more of that thick fluid. Suddenly the wet sounds stopped and I heard words that made me bite my lip in an intense effort not to cum prematurely myself. “I’m so fucking close kid-but I need to put my cock in this hot wet beautiful fucking ass” I heard him stand up and saw the kid gasp as through the hole his hand came through and pushed the kid forward a step. The slowly, ever so slowly that huge dripping dick pushed through the hole. “Back onto it kid-slowly though-too fast and I’ll hose you down before it even gets in. Hope your enjoying this show little man” he directed at me as an afterthought. It seemed the bag boy was almost incapable of conscious thought but he knew what he wanted. He craned his sweaty face over his shoulder and began to back his slick hole onto the huge hot cock. I could clearly see the moment when the tip forced it’s way into his tight ass. He barley paused and just steadily impaled himself. The moment was accompanied by loud groaning from both the parties. As soon as the boy felt the scratch of pubic hair on his sensitive ass cheeks he pushed back hard one time and then screamed as he looked down and watched his tortured cock literally explode. The cum came out in a huge spray. Beads flew everywhere. I felt my upturned face instantly coated and I even quickly extended my tongue to get a taste. His screams continued as now a thick, almost solid stream of cum shot out of the gaping slit. The shot hit the opposite wall of the booth with a loud splash. The kid was grasping and slapping at the wall trying to brace himself. He instinctively was sliding himself up and down on the huge prick fucking the cum out of himself. He continued to shoot huge gobs of thick cum as the guy behind the wall began to shout orders. “Get off my dick and get on your knees. Move forward little voyeur, this is for you too.” The bag boy weakly pulled himself off that pole, the dick seemed to take forever to clear his well fucked hole. Cum was still running out of the tip of his dick as he got off. He literally fell to his knees and turned around to face the enormous dick that was just inside him. It was shinning and pulsed obscenely. The head seemed twice the size it was when this all began and it was impossible to think he could take any more stimulation and not ejaculate. I shuffled towards it obediently. “The two of you, put your mouths on it-it will only take a second” he ordered thickly. We leaned forward and opened our mouths on the shaft. We began to run our lips and tongues up and down the length of that amazing cock. As the bag boys lips closed over the head and my mouth slid up the cum tube the man let out a loud groan and his dick began to spasm. It jumped and slapped against the wall for a few seconds as I continued to mouth the tube. I could literally feel the cum shoot up the shaft and I saw the bag boy pull back a bit as the first shot filled his open mouth. He moaned and impaled his cum filled mouth down on the shooting head. He took the entire cock into his throat and I saw him swallow convulsively. He pulled back slowly and as he got to the tip the cock spasmed again and it bounced away from his coated lips and a huge cum shot flew out and landed wetly on my upturned face. Voyeur no longer I leaned in and grasped the shooting cock and began to literally drink from the piss slit. Hot cum began to pulse into my mouth at an amazing rate and I had to pull off to swallow the huge mouthful I got. As more cum pumped out my booth mate directed the head at his face and open mouth. I fell back and watched as his face and eventually his chest and entire upper torso were covered in thick white cum. The guy on the other side of the wall’s labored breathing began to slow and he muttered. “Nice work guys-catch you later” He unceremoniously pulled his still rigid cock back through the hole and I heard the sounds of him dressing and exiting the booth. As he stepped into the hall I heard him say, “Go on there’s some real talent in there” The unmistakable sounds of someone else occupying the booth caused me to gather myself and pull my clothes too. I had unknowingly shot a huge load while eating cum from that enormous cock and had a difficult time getting myself presentable. The bag boy made no move to leave and seemed dazed as he knelt there covered in cum, breathing rapidly. As I stood to leave I saw an eye at the hole and then a man stood and shoved a hard nine inch cock through the hole. I took a last look as I opened the door. The bag boy had his mouth open and I could see thick strands of cum on his tongue and attached to his lips and he began to fuck his face and throat up and down on the thick rigid cock. As I made my way home I shuddered to think that I had finally crossed a line-and I wondered where it would lead me. Right now I knew I was headed home as rapidly as possible because I needed to jerk off again just to get my dick to go down.

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Subject: “A Trial Of Strength” – Part 276 by Rob Williams A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 276 By Rob Williams IN THIS CHAPTER: Grady surrenders his spectacular body to the two construction bosses, Randy and Zack, but recoils at the sight of Darius’s ten-inch club. “You see my boy’s pile-driver?” Zack says. “You’re gonna take it, stud, every last inch.” Then Randy displays Grady to the tribe. “They all gazed at the pornographic sight of the handsome, muscular young alpha jock kneeling before the rugged gypsy in an act of worship.” ******************************* CHAPTER 276 � “GRADY CONFRONTS RANDY & ZACK” Grady’s first day on the set of the big-budget movie he was starring in as the `new Tarzan’ was grueling and he felt overwhelmed by the pressure on him. He came home to a long therapy session with Steve who said,” You know, Grady, I’ve watched you since you came here and you never look more alive, more macho, more powerful, than when you’re having sex, especially rough sex. So here’s my prescription… “While you’re home here you do what you enjoy most � you have as much sex as you like, the raunchier the better. It’ll not only take your mind off the studio, it’ll set you up for work with that gleam in your eye I mentioned � that powerful, macho look, muscles flexed with energy like an animal ready to pounce. That’s the hot, erotic look that has turned us on, turns your crew on at the studio and will turn on audiences all over the world.” “As for keeping your body in shape, what’ll really do that for you is a gym workout with my brother Randy every day. That’ll really pump you, body and spirit.” “Yeah, well,” Grady grinned ruefully. “After the way he roughed me up and tortured my ass when he came up here that first time I think I’ll be steering clear of that guy. He seems to be keeping his distance too, which is fine by me.” “OK,” Steve shrugged, “but it’s about time you met some of the other guys of the tribe. Like those two leather guys who came by briefly the other day on their bikes? Don’t know if you noticed them.” “Yeah, I saw them,” Grady said casually. Did he ever! He got hard just thinking about them. *********************************** Grady wasn’t due at the studio for another week and he was grateful for the breather � give him time to regroup his thoughts, relax and study his script. But after a few days Steve noticed him pacing the house and saw that old yearning in his eyes. So, ever the ringmaster of the circus, Steve took steps to make sure the prescription he gave was put into action. The next afternoon Grady was feeling edgy, not to mention horny. He was alone in the house when, out of the blue, `those two leather guys’, Zack and Darius, roared down the drive on their bikes. Zack insisted that Grady come with them down to their house for a drink so they could get to know each other better. Grady hesitated but Zack insisted. “Do I have to spell it out for you, Tarzan?” he grinned. “Lock the fucking door, put on the helmet, jump on behind me and hold on tight.” It was more an order than an invitation so Grady obeyed, and only twenty minutes later they were at Zack’s house. What followed was pretty inevitable as Zack was soon putting a leather collar round Grady’s neck and attaching it to a long rope tied to a tree. In that captive position he waited with a mix of fear and excitement, especially when Zack made Darius display his massive horse-dick, inch by inch by inch. Grady gazed at it in awe, then flinched and said, “I … I could never take a rod like that in my ass, it’s way too …” “I’ll be the judge of that,” Zack snapped. But whatever Zack had in mind was forestalled by the unexpected appearance of Randy, followed by Bob, both straight from work and horny for each other as ever. Tied by the neck Grady was forced to watch Randy fuck Bob, and his confused but lustful thoughts about Randy spiked. He gasped as he watched the gorgeous Bob, the self-assured, powerful executive, getting jack-hammered by the savage gypsy, his ass impaled on his massive cock. He watched every muscle in Randy’s body ripple and flex as he pounded ass … and Grady knew what he wanted. He wanted to be Bob, begging this wild gypsy to fuck him, feeling his rod pile-driving his ass. But it was not to be, and in a haze of frustration and desire Grady, on his knees, watched Randy lead the naked muscle-god away. Just before they disappeared round the corner Randy looked back over his shoulder and his eyes flashed at Grady, a look of triumph that made it clear he was the undisputed boss, and Bob was his man. Grady felt he had once again been raped and dominated by Randy, even though this time he had not laid a finger on him. Such was Randy’s power and the depth of Grady’s lust for him. Still on his knees Grady dropped his head in an act of surrender to him. A few minutes later he felt a hand under his chin pushing his face up. He found himself staring at the crotches of two leather-clad men, the one with a bulge straining under the leather, the other with ten inches of horsemeat hanging out of his pants. Grady looked up at the rugged black face as Zack said, “OK, now where were we?” ********************************* Zack, a natural born leader who knew his men well, sensed that a change of pace was needed. Normally he would have taken a breather but he could see the desire burning in Darius’s eyes, his yearning to work on Grady’s spectacular ass. Like all good masters Zack was committed to giving his boy what he wanted, so he detached the rope from the collar round Grady’s neck and pulled him to his feet. “We’re going inside,” Zack said curtly and led Grady by the collar into the house and into the bedroom Grady had glimpsed earlier. Darius zipped up his pants and followed them. As before Grady breathed in the testosterone-heavy air, redolent of man-sweat and semen. Darius picked up the sweaty clothes, underwear, jock straps from the disheveled bed and flung them in a heap in the corner. Then he dropped to his knees before his master and pulled off Zack’s motorcycle boots. He unbuckled his belt and pulled the leather pants down, and Zack stepped out of them, buck naked. His massive cock was semi hard but it took only a few gulps from Darius to suck it into a rigid steel rod. Grady gasped as he saw for the first time the full naked glory of the black leather-stud, his muscles flexing and gleaming under the spotlights in the bedroom ceiling, his boy kneeling at his feet feeding on his cock. “Get up, boy,” Zack commanded and Darius obeyed, knowing what he had to do next. He unclipped the harness from his chest, pulled it off and flung it onto the pile of clothes in the corner. Then he unbuckled his leather pants and unzipped them. As he bent down to take off his boots the pants slid halfway over the perfectly rounded mounds of ass. When the boots were off Darius stood up and faced Zack and Grady. As he had done before, he lowered his pants, slowly revealing all ten inches of his huge black dick that finally sprang out and pointed straight at Grady like a weapon. Grady gasped and flinched from the sight. “I can’t …” he groaned. “I can never take a club like that …” Zack grabbed Grady’s chin and turned his face toward him. “You’ll do just what I tell you to do, stud. You’re in my house now and I’m in charge so you will follow my orders, is that clear?” “Yes, sir,” Grady said meekly, mesmerized by the pale gray eyes in the rugged black face. Grady was as tall and almost as muscular as Zack, usually with the same macho arrogance, but now he felt completely in this leather master’s power, helpless to disobey his orders. So he could only stare in nervous anticipation when Zack went over to Darius and grabbed his monster dick in his fist. “You see this pile driver? My boy is gonna fill your ass with it, that ass that’s already been screwed by my buddies. I myself take that horse-dick in my ass when the boy fucks his master.” That thought made Grady shudder � the homoerotic image of the black muscle-god master getting butt-fucked by his boy’s massive dick. “On your knees, big guy. Get a taste of it.” Grady obeyed and Darius walked toward him. Zack stood behind Grady, clamped his hands round his head and held it tight. Darius pressed the head of his cock against Grady’s lips, he opened his mouth wide, and felt the rod slide slowly into his mouth. He breathed frantically through his nose as the cock filled his mouth and slid down his throat, deeper and deeper until Grady choked and grabbed wildly at Zack’s wrists trying frantically to pull them off his head. On a nod from Zack Darius pulled back until only the head of his cock was in Grady’s mouth. Zack released his hold but Grady didn’t pull away. He was captivated by the sensation of his mouth wrapped round the boy’s huge black dick and pushed his head forward, swallowing half its length. “That’s enough,” came the deep voice from the bed. Darius backed off, pulled Grady to his feet and they both stared down at Zack who had sprawled naked on his back on the bed, his hands linked behind his head, grinning up at them. “OK, Tarzan. On your hands and knees, over me.” Surprised, Grady thought at first he hadn’t heard right, but then he knelt on the bed between Zack’s sprawled legs, leaned forward and braced his hands on the bed on either side of Zack, just below his bent arms. Arched on all fours over Zack he stared down into the gray eyes, soft now, smiling. The roughness had gone from Zack’s voice. “You are one gorgeous hunk of man, Grady, everything they’ve been saying about you and more. Ever since the guys said you loved taking it up the butt I’ve know this day would come. Look in the mirror.” Grady raised his head, stared into it the full length mirror behind the bed and gasped. Darius was standing on the bed behind him his fist wrapped around his cock stroking it, spreading generous amounts of lube over its length. Grady groaned again, “No … please, I can’t.” “Look at me.” Grady looked fearfully down at Zack who said gently, “Like I said, buddy, you’ll do as I say. Just look into my eyes and trust me, and you’ll get the ride of your life.” Grady took strength from Zack’s bold, virile features and steady gaze. Zack pulled his hands from behind his head and reached up to Grady’s nipples, rolling them firmly in his fingers. Grady inhaled sharply and the distraction of the pain in his chest helped when he felt the solid round head of Darius’s cock push in between the mounds of his ass. Everything was still for a moment and then Grady winced as the head pushed over his sphincter and the cock began its long journey into his ass. Zack looked over Grady’s shoulder at his boy and said, “Go easy on him, kid.” Darius’s cock was moving almost imperceptibly but Grady’s breathing became more ragged as he felt the thick rod sliding down his chute inch by inch. The shaft was so huge that Grady thought he had reached his limit. But when he reached behind him and touched the cock he gasped as he realized it was only halfway in. He put his hand back on the bed beside Zack and looked desperately into his eyes. “I can’t, man … No more … I can’t take anymore.” Zack reached up, put both hands behind Grady’s head and pulled his face down to his, clamped his mouth over Grady’s and kissed him passionately. Overwhelmed by the taste and musky smell of the leatherman’s breath, feeling his tongue explore his mouth, Grady relaxed into the warmth of the erotic embrace. His ass too relaxed as he focused solely on the beautiful black man kissing him. Zack’s eyes flicked up at Darius who nodded. Feeling the ass muscles unclench round his cock he pushed in more rapidly and, although he heard Grady screaming into the gag of Zack’s mouth, he at last felt his balls pressing against Grady’s ass. Tears were streaming down Grady’s face as he pulled his face back and groaned in desperation, his voice rising in panic. “No … I can’t … it hurts too bad. Take it out … make him pull out, sir, please…” “Grady � look at me … look at me. Breathe deeply. My boy is all the way inside you and he’s not moving. Relax your ass muscles and get used to that beautiful cock filling your ass. You feel it? You feel how good it is? You’ve never felt anything like this before, have you?” “No, sir …” But as Darius pulled back slightly he panicked again and sobbed as he felt the huge pole moving inside him. “OK, OK,” Zack said. “Wait a second and breathe…” He stretched his hand down, touched Grady’s cock and stroked it gently. It was already hard and Zack’s hand round it made it rock solid. As blood flowed into his cock he felt relief in his ass for the first time. Zack smiled at Grady, licked his own hand and again stroked Grady’s cock. By now Grady was in a delirium of pain and the beginnings of ecstasy. He was almost unaware when Zack bent his knees, raised his ass and pulled Grady’s cock forward until Grady felt the head rubbing against the wiry hair around Zack’s hole. Zach grabbed Grady’s hips and pulled them toward him … and Grady felt the unbelievable sensation of his cock sliding into the leatherman’s ass. He stared wildly at Zack who spoke calmly. “When you first saw the leather master astride his bike I knew what you wanted. But never, in your wildest imagination, did you dream you would end up fucking him. But that’s what I want, man. I want you to fuck my ass. You are so fucking gorgeous, I wanna get my ass ploughed by Tarzan.” A jolt of adrenaline surged through Grady as he fantasized about the muscular young jock fucking the dominant black leather-god. His cock was on fire … so was his ass. The master’s boy was still inside him but now, when he moved, Grady felt more pleasure than pain. The cock was in so deep it touched parts that had never been touched before … and it felt sensational. Darius pulled slowly back in Grady’s ass and Grady eased back in Zack’s. “That’s it, man,” Zack growled. “Fuck me … fuck me while my boy plugs your ass.” Grady again felt the massive dick pushing slowly inside him. The pressure forced him forward so his own cock buried itself in the master’s ass. Soon all pain disappeared and he felt the incredible sensation of being sandwiched between the two. He did all the work, rocking his hips back and forth, alternately pushing forward into Zack’s ass then easing back onto Darius’s cock, pulling it in deeper and deeper as he grew to love the feeling of the long rod moving in his ass. Zack stared up at him. “Man that feels hot, your cock working my ass while my boy’s fucks yours. It’s like he’s fucking me through you, like I’m getting ploughed by you both at once. You look fucking awesome, man, that perfect body impaled on my boy’s pole. You feel it?” “It feels incredible,” Grady moaned, “like nothing I’ve felt before, like it’s buried deep in my gut. Fuck me, Darius … harder.” Darius needed no prompting to increase the speed and intensity of his piston driving inside the handsome young jock. Grady moaned in ecstasy and pumped his own cock harder and faster into the leatherman. He looked up and saw the boy’s eager face in the mirror, shining with sweat, his eyes wild with desire. Then he looked down at Zack, his face writhing from side to side, and Grady rested his hands on his chest, digging his fingers into his pecs as he fucked his ass. It went on and on, three gorgeous men lost in the throes of animal lust and passion. But at last Zack knew that Grady couldn’t hold back much longer � and neither could Darius, not to mention his own cock dripping with pre-cum. Zack knew how to end it. He looked up at Darius, grinned and nodded. Darius Giresun Escort knew the sign and pulled his cock back so only the head was still in Grady’s ass. He paused and Grady looked up at the mirror and yelled, “No, keep fucking me, man. Push your dick in my ass. Fuck me…” Darius grinned at him. “Okey-dokey, sir. Here it comes.” His eyes flashed … and suddenly, he plunged his dick in his ass like a pile-driver, fast and furious, as he had wanted to do from the start. Grady felt the rod bury itself in the hottest cauldron of his gut and he threw his head back and screamed. The force of the thrust slammed him hard against Zack’s ass, his iron-hard cock spiking him deeper than ever. Zack howled and his cock blasted semen over his heaving chest and ripped abs as he felt Grady pouring his juice inside him. Darius was last, releasing a torrent of cum that poured inside Grady and filled his ass. It was a long time before their heartbeats and heavy breathing subsided, but at last Grady sighed deeply as Darius pulled all ten inches of dark meat slowly out of his ass. Grady pulled out of Zack and fell on his cum-drenched body and soon the three of them were writhing together in the bed in the afterglow of spectacular sex. ***************************** After soothing beers out in the garden Darius offered to drive Grady home in his truck. Grady and Zack hugged, exchanging long looks of mutual respect between two males who had bonded in in the most intensely physical way. Darius pulled on shorts and, shirtless and barefoot, drove Grady up to Steve’s house. His eyes dancing with mischief and desire he pulled Grady into a ravenous kiss, then said, “Epic fuck, sir. Spectacular. Here’s my cell number. Any time you want a repeat, just say the word.” “I’ll hold you to that, Darius. You and Zack are great guys, perfect fodder for fantasies. I’ll jack off thinking of that huge thing swinging between your legs.” He got out of the car and Darius said, “Can’t wait to see the movie.” With a peal of laughter and a squeal of tires he sped away. Grady was greeted inside by Steve and Lloyd who instantly burst out laughing. “Zack obviously did a number on you,” Steve said. Grady looked at them puzzled by their reaction, wondering what they were looking at. Then he touched his neck and realized that he was still wearing the leather collar. He blushed deeply, hastily unbuckled the collar and shoved it in his pocket. “I’ll take it back tomorrow,” he said sheepishly. Then he looked at their sparkling eyes and joined in their raucous laughter. *********************************** The next day Grady had to run by the studio briefly for another fitting in the costume department. The women there greeted him like an old friend and soon they were laughing together. “Don’t forget ladies,” Grady teased, “a costume malfunction swinging between trees could expose me and all my shortcomings.” The wardrobe mistress, Moira, a motherly woman with a bawdy sense of humor laughed, “Shortcomings! Not from what I’ve heard from the girls who fitted your loincloth. Your, er, endowment was quite a challenge. They had to order more fabric. Just don’t get a boner when you’re swinging from the vines, or the loincloth could split wide open, giving the customers more than they bargained for. `Course, ticket sales would go through the roof.” Grady doubled up laughing. “Moira you’re a wicked woman, too rich for the ears of an innocent young man like me.” Another whoop of mocking laughter and Grady gave them a hug before he left, leaving them with stars in their eyes. As he walked off the soundstage to his car Grady, on a whim, pulled out the card Darius had given him and called his cell. “Hey, Darius,” he said jovially, “how’s it hanging?” “Not exactly hanging loose any more at the sound of your voice, sir. More like a tent pole in my jeans. What can I do for you?” he asked hopefully. “See, like an idiot I went home from your place wearing that collar. Was my face red! I’m just leaving the studio so I thought I’d drop it off to you.” “Well, I’m at work right now but why don’t you swing by here? The construction site’s right on your way home. Give you a chance to see the natives in their natural habitat.” Hearing Grady hesitate Darius chuckled. “Don’t worry, sir, Randy’s not here. He’s up at the house, going over figures in the office with Jamie and Brandon.” “Oh, I wasn’t worried about that,” Grady said, much too hastily. Darius chuckled again. “Whatever � just drive right onto the site, sir, and I’ll meet you there.” Darius gave him easy directions and as Grady drove there he was feeling in a great mood, excited at meeting Darius and Zack again and the guys they worked with. He found the big construction site easily and drove onto it as directed. Darius came running up to his car, looking ultra-sexy stripped to the waist in black jeans and boots, and when Zack followed him he was dressed identically. Grady had already noticed how the boys often copied their masters in how they behaved and dressed. Out of the corner of his eye he glimpsed movement as a grease monkey pulled himself out from under a truck. He jumped up and ran toward them. “Hey, sir, it’s me, Ben, under all this grease. I’m one of the mechanics here. Great to see you again, sir. How’s the movie coming?” Grady gave Ben a hug and said, “Well, we haven’t actually started principal photography yet. That’s next week and it’s got me good and nervous. I’ll feel a lot better when we’ve started.” He was distracted by another boy emerging from under the truck, a tough looking, muscular young man who seemed to be wearing nothing under his greasy dungarees held up by a single strap, his handsome, exotic features smeared with engine oil. As he swaggered toward them Grady knew he had seen the swagger and the haughty look before … Randy. The boy held out his hand confidently and said, “Hi, you must be Grady, sir. I’m Pablo, the boss’s boy. My dad often talks about you.” Of course, Grady thought, Randy had adopted him � Brandon had told him that � but it was a surprise to hear that Randy talked about him. He thought he barely registered anymore on Randy’s radar. “Good to meet you, Pablo,” Grady said with a firm handshake. “I could have guessed you were Randy’s boy. You act a lot like him.” Pablo puffed himself up with pride. Grady couldn’t have said anything more flattering. But at that moment they all heard the big gates at the site’s entrance clang shut, accompanied by shouts inside and outside. One of the crew ran over to Zack and said, “Hey boss, we got some kinda weird situation outside. Bunch of guys with cameras being pretty obnoxious, insisting they gotta come in. I didn’t think you or Randy would go for that.” “Oh shit!” Grady clapped his hand to his forehead and blushed. “That’s all my fault, Zack. I was in such a good mood when I left the studio that I didn’t pay attention, and a bunch of press guys must have followed me up here. Wouldn’t have happened if Eddie had been driving me � he keeps on the lookout for them. I’m sorry, guys.” “Not your fault, Grady. First we gotta get you out of sight. Pablo, take Grady into the trailer office and stay there.” They hurried to the trailer and Zack pulled out his phone and called Randy. “Hey, buddy, we gotta situation down here. Grady dropped by and now there’s a bunch of rowdy press guys trying to get in. I’ll try to hold them behind the gate but I think you should get down here fast.” “On my way,” said Randy, in the office with Jamie and Brandon. A look of thunder crossed his face and he said to Brandon, “Stand by, kid. We may need your help. Think you can look like a pool boy?” “Sure, sir,” he grinned, putting on his baseball cap sideways as he had seen Eddie do so often. ************************************* Randy sped away, his white-knuckled hands clenching the wheel. One of his guys was in trouble (he already thought of Grady as `one of his guys’) and a bunch of assholes were trying to get onto the construction site � invading his territory. There was more to it, too. Over the last few days Randy had grown to respect the handsome down-to-earth young man (not to mention lust for him) and he thought of himself as his protector. In no time he was approaching the construction site and saw a small crowd clamoring outside the closed gates. His jaw clenched as he drove his big truck recklessly up to the crowd and barreled straight through them, sending them jumping for safety, barely missing some of them. He stopped at the gate amid a chorus of protests. One shouted, “Maniac! Who the fuck do you think you are?” Randy leapt from the truck and towered over them. His mere presence was threatening enough to make them take a step back. He grabbed the complaining man by his shirt collar and his eyes blazed. “I don’t think who I am, dickhead, I know who I am,” he snarled. “I’m the boss of this outfit and you’re trespassing on my property. I’m the guy who decides who’ll come onto the site and that sure as hell don’t include a bunch of bottom feeders like you. “Yeah, fuckface, I know who I am and I know who you are too. You’re pond scum, a gang of pussy parasites who make a living invading guys’ privacy. Like I said, you’re trespassing so I’ll give you ten seconds to get the hell out of my sight.” Intimidating as Randy was, one photographer objected. “Look, man, we have our rights and …” “Your rights!” Randy bellowed. “Take a look at my rights, pal,” raising his clenched fists. “If you don’t get out of here pronto I’ll tear you apart and shove that fucking camera up your sorry ass.” He saw a camera flash and strode over to the photographer. He yanked the camera out of his hand, threw it in the ground and smashed the heel of his boot down on it, grinding it into rubble. He raised his arms to the side and yelled, “Anyone else wanna take my picture? Thought not � maybe you’d prefer this.” Randy picked up a long plank leaning against the fence and swung it over his head. He looked terrifying � the wild, raging gypsy in cargo pants and boots, eyes blazing, his muscles bulging under the sweaty tank stretched over his chest. He made sure the plank narrowly missed their faces and they shrank back in terror, raced for their cars and beat a hasty, disorganized retreat. Randy flung down the plank in disgust and yelled, “OK guys � you can open the gate now.” He jumped into his truck and as the gates swung inward he drove to the middle of the site. Standing at the open door at the top of the steps to the trailer Pablo and Grady could see over the fence and hear everything that happened. Pablo beamed with pride. “That was vintage Randy,” he said, “protecting his men � you actually. Don’t ever get on the bad side of that guy.” Grady grinned and shrugged, “I already did, Pablo, and he tied me up and reamed my ass.” “Oh yeah, well, that. Sometimes he loses his cool … slugs first and thinks after. He knows it was kinda a mistake, though he’d never admit it, but he’ll make it up to you. He always does. He thinks of you as one of his guys so he’ll protect you like a tiger � as you just saw.” Grady’s cock had stiffened in his shorts as he had watched Randy’s macho display of musclehunk domination, and now it got even harder as he saw Randy striding toward the trailer, his eyes still blazing with residual anger. But they softened as they looked at Grady. “OK,” he said, “they’ve gone. Now let’s get you out of here. I’ll take you home.” Randy phoned Brandon. “Hey, kid. In twenty minutes get your ass over to Grady’s house and take him to Steve’s. There’s a clicker to his gate in the office there. And in case any of those assholes are hanging around try to look like the pool boy.” “No problem there, sir,” Brandon said, proud that Randy had entrusted a mission like this to him. It was one of the things Brandon loved about Randy � he always seemed completely unaware of his handicap and treated him the same as the other boys � just as Brandon wanted it. Grady said remorseful thanks to Zack and Darius, gave Ben a hug and shook Pablo’s hand, then climbed into the passenger seat of Randy’s truck. “Better keep your head down `til we get away from here,” Randy said, “just to be sure.” Grady did as he was told and Randy drove faster than any paparazzi could ever give chase if there were any around. Grady sat up and there was silence between them at first, eventually broken by Grady. “Randy, that back there was exactly what I was afraid of, getting you and your guys involved in my troubles. So I’m planning on moving out of Steve’s house, holing up alone in my own place and installing an alarm system with cameras. “The hell you will,” Randy snorted. “Listen, man, we don’t give in to assholes like that. Nobody dictates to us � we live as we want to live. If you run into problems like that again, any problems at all in fact, you call me direct and I’ll be right there.” Grady wondered if this was Randy’s way of `making it up to him’ as Pablo had said. This was the first time he had been alone with Randy (that first savage encounter didn’t count) and his cock was hard as he breathed in the scent of the man, sweat, oil and maybe a hint of dried semen? � though maybe that was just wishful thinking. He didn’t realize that, under his cargo pants, Randy was battling a boner of his own. They drove on in silence until they came to Grady’s house just off Laurel Canyon. Grady’s heart was beating and he hesitated getting out of the truck, hoping Randy would come in with him. The tension built and suddenly Randy turned towards him, put his hand behind Grady’s head and pulled him into a voracious kiss, their lips grinding hard, tongue’s probing, sharing each other’s breath. It seemed like an eternity before Randy pulled back and Grady saw raw lust in his eyes. But Randy’s words belied that lust. “OK, man � I saved you and you thanked me. So now we’re quits. You’re home safe, so get out of the truck and go inside. I’ll arrange for one of the boys to pick you up.” Startled by the blunt words Grady got out wordlessly and walked toward the gate, hands thrust morosely in his shorts’ pockets. Randy watched him go, his shorts stretched tight over the mounds of his flawless ass. He clenched his jaw and drove away. But in a sheltered spot down the hill he pulled over and slammed his hands on the steering wheel. “Fuck … fuck … fuck.” He thought of Grady walking dejectedly into his lonely house, then flashed on the sight of him butt naked, tied by the neck watching Randy fuck Bob and cumming all over them. He pulled his cock out of his work pants and pumped it in his fist. With the taste of Grady on his lips, images of him came thick and fast, even the pictures of him as Tarzan that Randy had looked at in the magazine the boys had. His breathing became ragged and he moaned, “Yeah … fuck you, man … fuck you …” Semen blasted from his cock and splashed over the steering wheel. “Damn,” Randy said in embarrassed frustration and stuffed his cock back in his pants without even wiping it off. That smell of semen Grady had imagined in the truck was not his imagination. It was real. At the same time Grady was lying on his bed doing much the same thing, stroking his cock as visions of Randy flashed through his mind � confronting the mob, fucking his lover Bob, and just now kissing him savagely. “Fuck me, sir,” he groaned … fuck me … fuck me … aaagh!” A ribbon of cum arched up high and splashed down on his face and the loose tank over his chest. ****************************** Brandon pulled up at the gate, with the peak of his cap pulled Giresun Escort Bayan down to one side, looking round him to spot intruders. As added disguise he had thrown some of the pool equipment from the house into the back of his small pickup truck. He clicked open the gate and drove round to the back of the house. Grady had been too busy to hear him but Brandon had certainly heard his ecstatic yell which, as he was all alone, could only mean one thing. He waited discreetly for a few minutes, then pulled himself out of his truck into his wheelchair, tapped on the door and rolled in. He wheeled himself into the bedroom then backed out quickly mumbling, “Oh, sorry, sir. I thought you were finished.” “It’s OK, Brandon come on in. No secrets between us, eh? As you see from the jizz all over me I just got through whacking off.” Brandon bent down from his wheelchair and licked the cum off Grady’s face. “Was it Randy, sir?” “How the hell did you know that?” Grady blushed but then stood up and smiled at Brandon who was gazing up at him earnestly. “Yeah, OK, kiddo, Randy just rescued me from the paparazzi and drove me up here. He kissed me, then told me to get out of the truck and sped off on his own. Hell, I was so turned on, my dick was so hard I came in here and jerked off thinking of him fucking me. Not like that’s ever gonna happen.” “Did it ever occur to you while you were jacking off, sir, that Randy was doing the same thing? I’ve watched him at the house and whenever your name is mentioned his head jerks up and his eyes gleam. Whenever I’ve seen that look before it means his dick is getting hard. I’ve told you before, sir, that Randy is a great guy. You two would get along great together.” Grady laughed and looked with affection at this outspoken boy blinking solemnly behind his black-rimmed glasses. “So you’ve got it all figured out, eh Einstein? But I think you may be wide of the mark on this one. Anyway, you think you can get me to Steve’s so the paparazzi don’t follow us?” “Of course, sir.” He rolled himself out to his truck, pulled himself expertly into the driver’s seat and folded his wheelchair behind him. Grady jumped in beside him but as they rounded the corner of the house Grady glimpsed several photographers at the gate and groaned, “Fuck!” “Don’t worry, sir. Just duck under that blanket and leave everything to me.” With Grady safely hidden Brandon drove confidently up to the gate, clicked it open, drove through and closed it behind him. “Hey, kid,” one of the men shouted to him, “is Grady in there?” “Grady?” Brandon said vacantly. “I don’t know nuthin’ `bout no Grady. I jus’ de pool-boy. I don’t know nuthin’.” They lost interest and as Brandon drove away a voice from under the blanket said, “Interesting accent, kid. I bet you do a great Jimmy Cagney.” Brandon growled deep � “Yooou dirty rat…” As a muffled laugh came from the blanket Brandon added. “I do a great Good Witch of the North too,” adding in a high falsetto, “Come out, come out wherever you are. The coast is clear.” Grady emerged from the blanket choking with laughter. “Hey, Brandon, you should do a standup comedy act.” Then realizing what he had said to a boy in a wheelchair, “Oops, sorry about that kiddo.” “No sweat, sir. Happens all the time.” He giggled. “At least when I get a standing ovation at the end of my act I’ll be the only one in the place still sitting down.” Grady leaned over and kissed his cheek. Brandon checked frequently in his rear-view mirror and no one was following. “Looks like your pool-boy act worked,” Grady grinned. “Brandon the brilliant. Guess it never occurred to them that a kid in a truck with all hand controls would make an unlikely pool boy.” Brandon bristled. “Sure I could, sir, I’d make a great pool-boy. I can be anything I want.” “Yeah, I bet you could. Sorry about that Brandon. Stupid of me. Thanks for putting me in my place.” He threw his arm over Brandon’s shoulder for the rest of the drive, and when they got to Steve’s house Grady invited him in for a drink. Brandon soon found himself sitting on the deck with Grady, Steve and Lloyd as Grady told the story of his escape. Randy and Brandon were the heroes of the hour and Brandon basked in their admiration. ******************************* Randy, however, was not feeling much like a hero when he got back to the house and Bob came out to meet him. Bob noticed the look of anger and frustration in his eyes, then the obvious cum stains over the bulge in his pants. News of Randy’s heroics at the construction site had been trumpeted to the house by Darius, of course, and Bob hugged his man and said, “Well done, Randy. You OK?” “Yeah, yeah,” Randy said bad-temperedly. “Grady was hemmed in on the site by the paparazzi so I went down there and got rid of the mother-fuckers. Assholes won’t be back in a hurry. Then I took Grady back to his house.” “And then…?” “Then what? I told that I’d saved him and he’d thanked me so we were quits and he should get into his house fast and I drove away. End of story.” Bob doubted that. “You just let him go back into his lonely little house and that’s it?” Randy shot back. “I told Brandon to go pick him up. What the fuck else do you want from me?” Bob sighed. “It’s not what I want, Randy. It’s what you and Grady want. Each other!” Randy’s anger was thwarted by the twins who, ever vigilant, came out with a tray of drinks and another of appetizers. “Drinks, sirs?” Bob thanked the boys profusely and soon Randy and Bob were sitting at the table by the pool facing each other, Bob sipping wine and Randy slugging beer. “Look, Randy,” Bob said gently. “At the risk of you getting angry and slugging me …” “Oh, man, you know I’d never do that.” Bob smiled, “It’s been known. Whatever � I gotta speak my mind about you and Grady. My guess is that when you drove away from Grady’s house you couldn’t get him off your mind and you whacked off thinking about fucking him � hence the cum stains on your pants. Face it, man, you’re aching to screw that gorgeous ass. You teased the hell out of him when you fucked me in front of him, then you end up jacking off thinking about him like some confused schoolkid.” Randy jumped to his feet and said, “Fuck you, asshole,” clenching his fists. Bob jutted out his chin and pointed to it as a target. Randy snorted and sat down again. “Look,” Bob persisted, “I know you got off to a rocky start with Grady when you lost your cool and savaged him for no reason. You made a mistake and Steve punished you so, like you always say, a man does wrong, he gets punished and that’s the end of it. So for god sake put your guilt behind you. A lot of your buddies have already fucked Grady but where were you? Nursing your wounded pride. I thought you were the big boss who always welcomes a new member to the group with one of his legendary fucks.” Randy was looking cowed as Bob continued. “The thing is Randy, I saw Grady’s face when you were fucking me and I know for sure he wants your dick in his ass like crazy. He also needs you in other ways. Steve was telling me that one of Gray’s priorities over the next few months is keeping his body in perfect shape while he’s shooting the movie. He’s thinking of using the trainer at the studio.” “Big mistake,” Randy growled. “Those guys don’t know crap.” “But you do, Randy, and you have a state of the art gym right here. Man, I always thought you took care of your guys. So what’s stopping you this time?” Randy knew he was beaten and, as Bob knew, he had to reassert his dominance. He took another slug of beer, wiped his forearm across his mouth and growled, “I gotta fuck. Get your ass up those stairs. He strode to the house with Bob following eagerly behind, smiling with satisfaction. He knew he had won � in more ways than one. ********************************* The next morning Grady was alone in Steve’s house when the phone rang. He picked it up and before he could speak the curt voice said, with no introduction, “So, my brother says you’ve gotta stay in shape for this movie and you need a trainer. Well, you’ve come to the right place.” Grady wasn’t aware that he had ‘come’ anywhere � it was Randy making the approach. But never mind � the mere sound of his deep voice made Grady’s dick hard. “You’ll need to come to me early in the morning before you report to the studio. And when you get off work you come straight here for another workout. An hour each time should do it, but I’ll work you hard. You start work on Monday, right? So that gives us a couple of days for a party pump to make your muscles pop for your first day. We’ll start today. I get home around five and I want you there waiting for me. You, er, can stay for dinner after if you like.” The phone went dead and Grady looked at the receiver in a daze. The man hadn’t even identified himself, taking it for granted that Grady knew, and that he would obey his instructions. Which of course Grady would. No way would he ever disobey this guy. So at a quarter to five Grady was standing at the gate waiting, wearing his usual gym gear of shorts, sneakers and a loose tank top. He didn’t want to go inside and meet anyone else. This was between him and Randy. He had put on his gym clothes without thinking but now he suddenly thought he should have worn something more sexy. No, this was not about sex, it was about working out, wasn’t it? That question was answered definitively as Randy drove up and jumped out of his truck, a rugged construction worker in dirty jeans and a ragged tank top over his brawny torso, smelling of grease, sweat and, imagined or not, the faint smell of dry semen. “Good,” Randy said without any further greeting, “you’re here like I told you to be. Come down to the gym.” He led the way into the garden, then down the basement stairs to the gym. “Wow.” Grady gazed in awe at the profusion of equipment filling the room. It was better than a professional gym, obviously put together by an expert in physical fitness. Grady was about to comment on it when he swallowed hard as Randy started to strip. He kicked off his boots, pulled down his jeans and shorts and, wearing just his tank strode over to a pile of old clothes in the corner, his massive cock swinging between legs. Randy picked old thin gym shorts from the pile, pulled them on, then took off his tank and tossed it on the same pile. Grady stared at the muscular, near-naked body and his cock jolted in his shorts so hard he had to look away to prevent an orgasm. Randy came back to Grady and said, “OK, let’s get a look at what we’ve got to work with here. He yanked Grady’s tank off over his head and ran his hands over the musculature of his pecs and abs. “Yeah, nigh on perfect,” Randy murmured admiringly. “You are one fucking alpha stud, man. We’re gonna keep it in shape, improve on it and get your head in the right place too. You’ve gotta have arrogance, a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude. You’re the king of the fucking jungle, right?” Suddenly Randy slammed his fist into Grady’s abs in a savage gut punch. Grady doubled over with a howl, feeling nauseous. When the shock wore off he straightened up his eyes blazing. “You mother-fucker, always the fucking caveman.” He retaliated in kind, smashing his fists into Randy’s stomach, slapping his face from side to side, then raising his leg in a fierce karate kick against his abs, making him stagger backward and drop to his knees, clutching his stomach. When he raised his head Randy was grinning. “Perfect,” he said. “Just what Tarzan would have done. I wanna see that attitude, that dominance all the time we work out. You got it, buddy … takes a big man to drop me.” Grady bathed in Randy’s praise and, even more, his calling him buddy. They understood each other � two muscle-stud alpha males pushing each other to physical extremes. Randy jumped to his feet as if nothing had happened and again inspected Grady like a prize specimen, making him gasp as he rubbed the back of his hands against his tits, lingering longer than necessary, then pinching his flesh and saying. “Great, almost no body fat. OK, I wanna see it all.” In a sudden move Randy pulled down Grady shorts. He was wearing an old, gray jock strap, underneath, worn thin and stained with old juices of several kinds, the waistband hugging his narrow waist. He was acutely aware of his huge erection clearly outlined under the thin fabric, the head poking up over the waistband. He blushed and murmured, “Sorry about that, man.” “Ah, no sweat, man. I expected it. Always happens to guys working out with me.” Grady recoiled momentarily, angered at the man’s arrogance. But then, looking at him, he realized it was not arrogance. The man had no personal vanity. He was proud of Bob and his boys, sure, but displays of lust for himself by other guys he took in stride, as an inevitable occurrence, not worthy of notice. It had been a mere statement of fact. Randy walked round him and inhaled sharply as he stared at the perfect white globes of Grady’s ass, framed by the straps of the jock. Randy willed his own cock to go down in his shorts and, to distract himself, ran his hands over Grady’s back and down his lats, stopping short of his ass. “Great proportion here in this V shape. I’d say you don’t wanna get much bigger. Tarzan’s not a body-builder, just a naturally gorgeous man.” His pressed his hands on Grady’s shoulders. “But your deltoids here could be a bit bigger so we’ll work on that. OK, let’s get started.” There followed a punishing hour of intense workout. Grady felt empowered by this man, felt renewed strength. He wanted to please Randy and tried to copy his fuck-you attitude and his physical endurance. Focused as he was on pushing his muscles hard there was still a heavy aura of sex in the room that was often a distraction. When he lay on his back on the bench press Randy leaned over him from behind, spotting him, his hands helping support the bar. Grady’s eyes were closed as he strained but when he opened them he saw straight up Randy’s shorts, at the long thick cock under them stiff as a rod. His strength failed him and he gasped, “I can’t … help me, man.” Randy pulled the bar up and set it back in its cradle. “Concentrate, man. Don’t lose you focus.” Easier said than done, Grady thought. When later his arms were stretched up grasping the chin bar preparing for chin lifts, Randy said, “No, position the hands wider, like this.” He pressed against him, chest to chest, reached up and pushed his hands wider on the bar. As he did so his armpit pressed against Grady’s face who smelled and tasted the musky essence of man-sweat and licked the wiry armpit hair. “That’s better,” Randy said, though Grady wasn’t sure if he meant the position of his hands or the licking of his pits. Finally the workout was nearing its end. “OK, one more shoulder exercise,” said Randy. “Dumbbell flies. On your belly on the bench.” He handed him a pair of mid-weight dumbbells and, arms stretched up in a V, Grady proceeded to raise them, the strain concentrated in his shoulders and back. Randy watched his shoulders bulge, the muscles ripple down his back, the lats sloping down the jock round his tight waist, the straps framing the mounds of his ass. His ass! That glorious ass that Randy had jacked off thinking about so often. It was here, gazing up at him, enticing him in. Throughout the workout Randy had tried to maintain a professional cool, but now he lost it. “Holy fucking shit,” he moaned. “That ass is fucking pornographic.” He dropped to his knees and buried his face between the cheeks. Grady Escort Giresun gasped, dropped the weights and groaned as he felt the stubbled face scratch his ass roughly, felt the tongue licking his hole, then pushing into it and massaging the hot membrane inside. Grady couldn’t believe it was happening, this tough gypsy feeding on his ass, eating him out. He heard Randy’s greedy slurping and his deep, muffled groans as Randy pressed his face between the white globes of his ass. The sensation was so unexpected, so erotic that his cock was pounding between his stomach and the bench and he knew he was about to cum. But Randy always knew his man and suddenly pulled away. With spit running down his stubbled chin he gazed down fiercely at the wet, flexed ass and slapped it, each cheek in turn, watching the mounds bounce under his hand until he saw red handprints appear on the white flesh. Then he flipped Grady off the bench, onto his back on the carpeted floor. Grady gasped as Randy dropped his shorts and towered over him, wrapping his fist round his huge pole and stroking it. “Fuck you, man,” Randy growled, “you are so fucking gorgeous and right now you’re mine. I gotta have you. I know you want this cock, stud. Tell me you want it.” “Yes, sir,” Grady said loudly, his heart beating wildly. “I’ve wanted it for days � every time I saw you. I jerk off all the time imagining your rod in my ass. Please, sir … please … fuck me.” Eyes gleaming with lust Randy fell to his knees and pushed Grady’s legs up high. He looked down at his ass, still slick with his spit, and pressed the bulbous head of his cock against it. “You’ve been fucked by my buddies, but this is different, man. This is me, stud. This is what you’ve been craving. Here it comes.” Grady looked up at the swarthy gypsy face, the long black hair falling over it, the steel blue eyes piercing his, and he was lost. “Please, sir,” he sobbed “… please.” With one long, forceful move Randy drove his thick pole into the young jock’s ass, deeper, deeper until it passed over the inner sphincter and came to rest. “Aaaagh!! It was so huge, filling his ass, that Grady thought he would pass out. The pain was so intense that he clawed at Randy’s hairy chest, digging his fingers into the pecs, trying instinctively to push him away. But Randy pulled his dick back slowly, almost all the way out, and said with a half-smile, “Do it, man. Do it for me.” Hypnotized by Randy’s eyes and his gravelly voice Grady felt the massive prong push into him again, slower this time, and there was no pain, blotted out by the exquisite sensation of this muscle-god’s cock sliding inside him. The voice came again. “I said do it, man. You wanna please me, don’t you? Do it.” Grady had no choice. He was totally under the gypsy’s control. The cock pushed deeper and deeper, Grady dug his fingers in harder and his scream echoed round the room as his cock exploded in a cascade of sperm that splashed down on his own heaving body and writhing face. Randy smiled down at him. “Good boy. Now we can really fuck.” “Through rasping breaths Grady pleaded, “Don’t take it out, sir. Fuck me more, fuck me hard.” “All in good time, big guy.” Randy pulled his cock out, stood up and wiped his dick clean with a towel. He reached down and pulled Grady’s jockstrap off. He pulled Grady to his feet and looped the jockstrap round his neck. Cum was still running down his sculpted face and chest and Randy said, “Perfect … fucking beautiful … the kind of man you wanna show off. Be a shame not to. So let’s go.” ******************************* Upstairs by the pool the whole tribe had gathered. Word had gone round on the grapevine about what was happening and they were all there � those he already knew and the few he hadn’t met � the twins, Adam and Nate, Mario and Jason. It was to be a major dinner, but even the twins had taken a breather from the kitchen and were waiting with bated breath with the others. They had all heard Grady’s screams coming from the basement, then silence. They didn’t have long to wait. The door to the basement opened and Randy emerged, buck naked. There was a collective gasp as they saw what followed. Randy was leading Grady by the jockstrap round his neck. He too was naked, with jizz dripping down his face, down the cleft between his pec and over the ridges of his abs. Randy led him like his slave (which by this time he was) into the middle of the lawn, several yards from the group. “Pay no attention to anyone else,” Randy said. “Right now you belong to me … you focus on me and obey me. Understand?” “Yes, sir.” A ripple went round the spectators, hearing the tone of total submission in Grady’s voice. They watched in stunned awe as Grady fell to his knees and licked the massive cock swinging before his face. He buried his face in the black tangle of pubic hair and inhaled deeply. There wasn’t a soft dick in the crowd as they watched the pornographic sight of the handsome, muscular young alpha jock surrendering to the powerful gypsy in an act of worship. Nothing existed for Grady but the man he had desired for so long, and the dick he needed so badly. He again licked it down to the head, opened his mouth wide and sucked it into his mouth, pausing to gag and swallow, then gulp it down until it filled his mouth and throat as Grady breathed desperately though his nose. “I gotta give the guy lessons,” Eddie whispered to Ben, but Hassan smacked him lightly round the head. “Down, boy. Quiet.” No one else had heard, intensely focused on what came next. Randy grabbed Grady’s head in both hands and pushed his face back and forth on his cock, taking pleasure in the jock’s gagging and choking as the cock crammed down his throat. Finally Randy pulled out and Grady fell forward coughing on hands and knees, his vulnerable ass on full display, the white flesh marked with handprints. Randy grabbed his hair and pulled his face up, streaming with tears now, mixed with semen. “Tell me what you want now, stud.” “Sir, I want you to fuck my ass. I need to feel your cock pounding my ass. Please, sir.” Many of the men and boys were now stroking their cocks watching the handsome muscle-jock begging the construction boss to fuck his ass. Randy reached down and slapped his ass again, bringing a gasp from the crowd. Then he pressed his foot against the kneeling man and pushed him over onto his back. He dropped to his knees, pulled Grady’s legs over his shoulders, leaned forward and pinned his wrists to the ground, their faces two feet apart. Randy stared down at Grady’s flawless body naked except for the jockstrap round his neck, at his chiseled face and stunning green eyes. He growled, “Man, you are so fucking beautiful you were born to be fucked. Like this…” Without pausing he rammed his cock hard in Grady’s ass like a pile driver, pulled back and drove it in again. “Aaaagh … no! … I can’t …” “You want me to stop, boy?” “No, sir, no,” Grady said in a panic. “Please fuck me … I can take it, sir. My ass is yours … do what you want to it, sir.” Randy drove his rod in again and Grady braced for a battering, but suddenly Randy paused, pulled almost out and the head of hic cock massaged his sphincter with short strokes. “Ah…ah …” Grady whimpered, his gaze fixed on the hypnotic blue eyes staring down at him. In a daze he was moaning, “Fuck me … fuck me …” Then again, the sudden plunge deep inside him, eliciting another howl, this time of pleasure, and for the next five minutes Randy’s cock pistoned inside him, pushing him right up to his pain threshold, then at the end going beyond his limit for an instant, making Grady scream, before pulling back and caressing his now raging-hot ass. It was a classic Randy fuck, which every one of the men and boys could relate to, having all felt it at one time of another, usually when they first came to the house to Randy’s `initiation fuck’. They saw Grady’s magnificent body writhe under the onslaught, his face thrashing from side to side, tears flowing down his cheeks, mouth open wide � not to scream but in disbelief at the incredible sensation radiating out from his ass through his whole beautiful body. As they saw the magnificent Tarzan impaled on the gypsy’s thick pole, gazing up into his laser blue eyes, the men knew that Grady was floating in a world of raw animal lust where Randy ruled. He was a prisoner of the gypsy and of his cock filling his ass and he gloried in his captivity. He was his sex slave, giving his ass to his master to fuck as much as he wanted. It seemed to go on forever, with Randy alternately jackhammering his ass, then making tender love to it, driving Grady wild with desire. It went on for so long that some of the men became concerned. But Randy asked several times if Grady had had enough and he always begged for more. He was clearly bewitched by the rugged gypsy as so many of them had been before. In the end it was Randy, of course, who dictated when the climax should come. He released Grady’s arms, pulled back, looked at the crowd and stared straight at Pablo. “Boy, get your ass over here.” Pablo obeyed instantly, knelt beside them and Randy pulled his head toward him in a grinding kiss. Grady’s desire grew even more intense as he looked up in awe at the handsome, muscular young man kissing his master � father and son in a passionate embrace. Randy grabbed the back of his boy’s head, pulled it back and said, “Kid, my buddy here wants to bust his load, and you’re gonna help him.” Pablo looked down at Grady and said, “You are such a smoking hot stud, sir, and your cock is so beautiful, it’ll be my honor, sir.” Randy pressed Pablo’s head down low and forced his mouth over Grady’s iron-hard cock dripping with pre-cum. Pablo (who had had lessons from Eddie) took the long rod easily all the way down his throat and, without gagging once, proceeded to suck smoothly and deeply. “Aaaah,” Grady sighed heavily. He held Pablo’s head in both hands and pushed it up and down on his cock, watching the exotic young buck concentrate on his work. Then he gazed back up at Randy and smiled for the first time. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.” “You’re a great fuck Grady. A big muscle-stud like you taking it in the ass is a big turn-on for me. When we work out together, morning and evening, if you work real hard, this’ll be your reward � twice a day if you’re good. But right now my balls are fit to explode and I’m busting to shoot my jizz in your ass. And you’re gonna let my boy drink yours. You ready?” “I could have come a hundred times already, sir. Just give the order.” Randy pushed his cock in slowly and deeply, driving Grady wild as he felt it push into the deepest furnace of his ass. At the same time Randy’s boy was feeding on his cock, clenching his throat muscles round it, squeezing then releasing like he was fucking his cock. Grady stared wide eyed at Randy. “Please, sir… I can’t hold back … I’m on fire … I gotta cum …” “OK, stud, let it go.” Grady’s breathing got ragged, he reached up and ran his hands over Randy’s neck and chest. “Thank you, sir. Thank you, I … oh fuck … fuck … I’m cumming … I’m gonna shoot. Yeaahh …” His body convulsed, his mouth opened wide in an ecstatic scream and his cock blasted sperm into Pablo’s mouth, who gulped it down like nectar from a god. Grady gazed up at Randy who grinned, “This is what you wanted, man � my juice in your ass. Here it comes … yeah … oh man … you’re so fucking hot … fuuuck yeah.” Grady saw the big body heave as the massive cock poured a river of hot jizz deep in his ass. The sensation made Grady shot another load in Pablo’s mouth, which he gulped down, savoring every last drop. Pablo pulled back off Grady’s cock and looked up at Randy. “May I sir?” Randy grinned, “Go for it, boy.” Pablo knelt astride Grady’s chest, stroked his stiff cock and said, “Your face is so gorgeous, sir. I gotta do this.” Grady opened his mouth just as the boy blasted a ribbon of cum straight into his mouth and over his face. Semen was everywhere � in his ass, his mouth and all over his face and chest. His ass was still filled by the gypsy’s hunk of prime beef as Grady breathed deeply and gazed up at the sky with a smile on his face. He had been fucked at last by the boss, by the wild gypsy he had lusted for so intensely. It was a fuck he would never forget, and one that would be repeated. `Twice a day’ Randy had said. He was hungry again already. ******************************** Pablo leaned forward and kissed Grady, both their mouths full of semen. A third mouth joined them, the unmistakable rough stubble of the gypsy. Grady was in a euphoric daze being smothered by master and boy. Randy leapt to his feet, pulled Grady up beside him and raised his arm up high like a victorious boxer, his cum-soaked jock hanging round his neck. “Gentlemen,” Randy shouted … “Grady!” The spectators rose to their feet in a raucous standing ovation as Randy grabbed Pablo’s hand on his other side and raised it too. Grady realized, along with everyone else, that this is what it took to finally become a member of the tribe � Randy’s endorsement … not to mention his dick up your ass. As the group regained their seats, Bob remained standing. He walked forward, kissed Randy, then drew Grady into a tight hug. When they broke apart they looked over at the crowd. “Most of the men you know already,” Bob said, “but I’ll point out those you don’t. The guys running around with food are my boys the twins, Kyle and Kevin. Grady was dazzled by the beautiful, identical young men intent on serving dinner. “Then there are the Aussies from next door, Adam and Nate.” “Good on ya, mate,” shouted the ruggedly handsome man with the gym-honed physique, and his good-looking boy Nate with a cheeky look in his eye. “And this handsome young man as you might guess is our stylish Italian, Mario. The dark haired, square-featured Mediterranean beauty smiled up from the table. “Benvenuto, signore.” “And last but not least is our resident fireman Jason.” Grady caught his breath as he gazed at the stunning blond with the superb body, shirtless in gym shorts, who got up from the table, walked up to Grady, stared into his eyes and kissed him full on the lips. “Looks like we have a lot in common, big guy. My boy Ben has talked a lot about you. Can’t wait to work out with you down at the gym in my house.” As Jason sat back down Grady looked at Bob and laughed, “Where to start eh?” His cock was getting hard again and Bob picked up two pairs of shorts from a chair and threw them at Randy and Grady. “Here, get decent you guys,” he laughed. Grady took his place at table between Randy and Bob and the group was even more boisterous than usual after Randy’s initiation of a new guy � an especially glamorous one in this case. But Bob was looking into the future and he was not comfortable with what he saw. Grady and Randy were deep in conversation, ostensibly about gym stuff, but Bob could see the adoration in Grady’s eyes and a possessive, hungry look in Randy’s as if he were eating Grady up. Bob had seen that look several times in the past and it always led to trouble. He looked across the table at Mark with a rueful smile, sighed and shook his head. “Not again, buddy. Not again.” *********************************** TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” � Chapter 277 Hey guys, this is Rob Williams. I hope that chapter got you off, and I welcome your comments and suggestions, which can be very helpful in planning future chapters. E-mail me in confidence at rw6789@aol. ALSO, I urge you to visit my Web-site gth. You can read the whole story, all the many chapters, with extras, including pictures and biographies of all the characters and some other great artwork. Click on the `Our Story’ tab to read the current chapter, or click on the green button to browse all the chapter synopses. Enjoy!

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 Been yengem Nadide çook iyi anlaşıyordum,abim olmadığı zamanlar onunla koyun koyuna yatar ve çook büyük heyecanlar yaşardık, hatta onun sevgililerinle bile grup yaptık biir kaç kez ,gene böyle biir gece yatakta tuhaf tuhaf bakarak seni been sikmek istiyorum dedi,been şaşkın biir vaziyette gülerek nasıl yani beenii sen nasıl sikersinki?dedim.
Evet dedi yengem seni been sikmek istiyorum.
Zaten 3 parmağı götüme girmiş durumda idi.
Bana sevgilisi tarafından sikilirken baktığını ve beenim nasıl zevk aldığımı görünce şaşırdığını anlattı.
Been de ona daha dün geceye kaddar onu sikmenin hayaliyle mastürbasyon yaptığımı şu anda ise ikimiz çırılçıplak ve been onun kucağına yüzüstü uzanmış ve götünde yengesinin üç parmağıyla kıvrana biiri olduğuma şaşırdığımı anlattım.
Elinde iri biir hıyarla geldi ve banaa sabaha kaddar banaa ait olacağını ancak beenii sikeceğini söyledi.
Yapacak bişeyim yoktu ve teslim oldum.
Yengemin önünde dom aldıım,hıyarı önnce ağzına alarak iyice ıslattı kremledi ve götüme yarıya kaddar geçiriverdi.
Götüm adamların iri yarakları yüzünden açık kalmıştı zaten,köküne kaddar alıverdim.
Yengem üzerime çıkarak erkek gibi sikmeye başladı beeni.
Hemen hemen o yaşta bildiğim bütün pozisyonlarda sikti beeni,bıraktığında pelte gibi olmuştum.
Biir günde bu kaddar sikilmek yordu beenii dedim.
Bu olaylar armızda sır Eskişehir Escort kalsınn,bu adamlar artıkk bizi sürekli sikecekler duyulursa mahvoluruz,zevk aldığımıza göre bu işi sürdürmenin iyi olacağına karar verdik.
Çırılçıplak aynı yatağa yattık ve sevişmeye başladık.
Sikimi ağzına verdim,emmeye başladı,taşaklarımı sırasıyla ağzına alııyor,yalııyor,yalııyordu.
Aynı şekilde onu öne doğru eğdim ve amına yerleştim.
Nefis biir amı vardı,sıcacıktı,zaten sikilmeye başlanalı daha 3-4 ay olmuştu.
Memelerini koparır gibi emdim,uçlarını ısırdım.
Oda zevkin doruğuna çıkmış,amı ıpıslak olmuştu,biir ara omzumu ısırarak sen abinden daha güzel sikiyorsun dedi.
Bu lafı duyunca iyice azdım,kremi alıp götüne sürdüm ve sonuna kaddar kökledim.
Biir müddet sonra ikimizde boş aldıık.
Kendisinin korunduğunu hamile kalmayacağına söylediği içiin içiine boşalttım herşeyi.
Sabah kaddar götümde sızılarla amma mutlu biir şekilde uyuduk.
Sabah güzel biir kahvaltı hazırlamıştı,eve telefon ederek abim dönünceye kaddar onlarda kalmamı,korktuğunu söyleyince bizzimkiler razı oldu.
O telefon ederken parmaklarımın amında oynaştığını annem bilse ne derdi acaba.
Beenim de artıkk karımsım dediğimde .
sen de beenim .
dedi gülerek.
Müsait her ortamda kendisini sikebileceğimi söyledi.
Bu arada bizi siken adamların kendisine Eskişehir Escort Bayan beenim göt ve sikimdeki kıllarımı kesmesini ve beenii bembeyaz istediklerini söylediklerini anlattı.
öğleden sonra kesersin dedim.
  Ogün öğleden sonra yengem beenii banyoya aldı ve jiletle sikimin etrafıdaki kılları kesti.
Daha sonra traş kremiyle taşşaklarımı,onların altını,götümün kıllarını,ve mayodan görülmeyecek şekilde kaba etlerimi traş etti.
Aynada kendime bakınca tıpkı biir kız gibi duruyordum.
Zaten bacaklarımda ve yüzümde fazla tüy yoktu ve saçlarım modaya uygun uzundu.
Dün gelen adamlar ki biiri Alper diğeri Hüseyin`di telefon ederek akkşama geleceklerini hazır olmamızı söylediler.
Yengem Gülriz banaa iyi biir fikri olduğunu söyleyerek içeri gitti,kendi iç çamaşırlarından getirdi.
Siyah,incecik biir kilodunu banaa giydirdi,üstümede aynı takımın sütyenini taktı.
Çok hafifçe biir makyaj yaptı,yine onun mini eteklerinden biirini giydirdi.
Been sanki erkek değil nefis biir kız olmuştum.
Biiraz göğüslerim küçüktü o kaddar.
Akşam geç vakit de alper le hüseyin sessizce geldiler.
Beeni görünce inanamadılar banaa sen doğuştan orospuymuşun dediler.
Alper yengemi alarak soydu ve iri sikini emdirmeye başladı.
Hüseyin de beenii yengemin yanına oturtarak gülriz nasıl yapıyorsa öyle em bakalım dedi ve sikini Escort Eskişehir ağzıma verdi.
Yan gözle baktığımda yengem çılgın gibi emiyordu beende onu taklit ettim.
Hüseyinin siki iyice kalmıştı,bana soyun diyerek yengeme doğru döndü ve parmaklarını amına sokmaya başladı.
been hemen soyundum ve sike geri yapıştım.
Hüseyinin sikinin ucunda damlacıklar halinde meniler vardı onları yaladım.
Hüseyin beenii yüzüstü yatırdı ve bacaklarımı sağa sola doğru iyice açtı,altıma biir yastık koyarak götümü yukarı doğru kaldırdı.
Biir ıslık çaldı ve alpere güzelliğe bak ,o da durma yoksa been sikerim dedi.
Hüseyin dibine kaddar geçirdi.
Taşaklarını götdeliğimde hissediyordum.
Saçlarından çekilerek başım yukarı kaldırıldı ve alperin iri sikini yengem ağzıma elleriyle verdi.
Biirden boğulacak gibi oldum ağzım dölle dolmuştu.
Yutmakta zorlanıyordum,sik ağzımda küçüldü,yengem o güzel dudakları ile ağzımı kapadı diliyle dölleri ittiriyor dışarı akıttırmıyordu.
Böylece banaa dölü de tattırmış oldular.
Onlar sigara içerken hüseyin banaa pompalamaya devam ediyordu.
Neyseki oda götümü dölle doldurduda biiraz rahatladım.
Alper koltukta sikini yengeme yalattırarak tekrar kaldırmıştı beenii yanına çağırdı ve kucağına sırtım ona dönük oturtdu.
İri siki ağır ağır götüme girdi ve sona ulaştı yengem de beenim sikimi emmeye başladı,been ellerimin yardımıyla sikin üzerine oturup kalkarken boş aldıım.
Daha sonra beenii bırakıp ikiside yengeme döndüler ve sabah erken saatlere kaddar onu evire çevire siktiler.
Sabaha doğru gittiklerinde yengemin amı ve beenim götüm tam anlamıyla follaşa dönmüştü,ama biz kedi gibi rahatlamıştık|

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Subject: Trent Asks Daddy for a Boyfriend – Part 8 (Gay / Adult Youth) Trent Asks Daddy for a Boyfriend – Part 8 (Gay / Adult Youth) This is a work of fiction and fantasy. There is no truth to any of it and any similarities to real people is a pure coincidence. This is my first story of this nature. If you don’t enjoy man-boy sexual fantasies then please close out now. I welcome feedback and would love to hear your favorite ota Please remember that Nifty needs your donations to provide these awesome stories – fty/ ********************** As we were getting ready to leave for Jake’s garage he took me aside and said he needed to ask me something. Trent was putting on his little Paw Patrol sneakers as Jake and I talked quietly in the kitchen. “First of all feel free to say no. I want to respect your boundaries. Ok? I will also ask Trent for his consent too of course.” Jake asked. “Sure what’s up?” I replied having no idea what he was about to ask. “Well I was thinking about inviting a few buddies of mine to the garage today to meet Trent… if you know what I mean.” “Oh. Wow,” I stammered, equally turned on and nervous. “I assume you all have one thing in common?” “Oh yes. I know for a fact that these three have the same love for little smooth beautiful boys like yours, David. And most of all I trust them, but it’s totally your call.” Jake said, hoping I’d say yes. “Tell me a little about them,” I replied before blurting out my answer. “Well, Benny is 35 and from Jamaica so he is a very handsome dark skinned man. He works at the garage with me. We used to date, but it just didn’t work out. During that time though we did enjoy sharing our secret fantasies for small smooth cuties. And dude, it’s I’ve got to tell you he has a beautiful huge dark uncut snake in his pants that Trent would be fascinated with.” My cock started to fill with blood. “Oh fuck. Ok. That’s Benny. Who’s the second guy?” “The second guy is Rogan. He’s an older bear type of guy. Probably early 50s but a great beefy furry body. Former weightlifter and wrestler. Very hairy, shaved head and gray beard. The type you’d never suspect was gay, not to mention into boys. One day at the garage I caught him in a truck with a customer’s second grader in his lap and his hand was down the front of the boys pants as they were talking about the truck parts and stuff. I was floored and he almost shit himself when I caught them and he thought he was in trouble, but I just winked and told him to continue as I watched from around he corner. I only saw his cock one time as he exposed it for the boy. It was a fatty, David, really thick. Not long but like one of those beer can dicks.” Jake was so eager. “Does that sound ok so far?” Jake asked. I had a semi in my pants as I nodded and asked about the third guy. “The third guy is my nephew Jason. He’s 19. My brother has played with him his whole life. He’s athletic and like a college jock type – really good athletic lean body. I’ve never seen him naked but I’ve seen him hard through his work pants as he told me about the stuff my brother used to do to him. It looked impressive. He’s a good kid. I know he’d love Trent. So what do you think? A dark Jamaican, an older muscle bear and a jock all walk-in to a garage…” Jake smiles a devilish sexy smile and I melt. “If you’re sure they are gentle and loving like you, and only if Trent wants to, then I say give them a call. That sounds so fucking hot, I’ve already got a hard on. Will the garage be closed to the public?” Jake eyed my thick boner in my jeans, “Fucking perfect, David. And yeah we don’t open to the public on Saturdays so it will be just us. And I promise to keep the guys in line.” As Trent finished getting ready for the day, I heard him and Jake talking quietly in his bedroom. A few minutes later Jake gave me the thumbs up and he started making some calls. Soon Jake, Trent, and I were in Jake’s big black GMC truck on our way to his garage. Trent talked a mile a minute about all the stuff he wanted to see at the garage and how excited he was to play peepee games with the three co-workers Jake told him about. Trent sat in the middle of the big truck and Jake held his little hand the whole way. “So Benny is from Jamaica? Where’s that? Rogan used to be a real muscleman? Like a super hero? Jason is in college? I can’t wait to be in college! And Jason plays soccer like me! What trucks will be there?” Trent went on and on. Jake kissed the top of his head and squeezed his hand. “We’re here buddy!” Jake soon said as we pulled into the parking lot. I saw the closed sign was up and three other trucks were in the lot. “Is that the guys?” I asked motioning toward the 3 trucks. “Yup.” Jake nodded. “You sure about this David? We can call it off if you’re not comfortable.” “I’m sure if Trent’s sure. Just make sure they’re all good to your boyfriend. Ok?” “Of course,” Jake said to me, then turned to his boy lover. “Are you sure you wanna play fun peepee games with Jakey’s friends and thier big hairy weiners, kiddo?” Trent nodded eagerly and smiled his toothless smile from ear to ear. Jake parked and hopped out of his truck. “Jump buddy!” he said to Trent and held his arms out as Trent jumped out of the truck and into the manly mechanic’s strong arms. Jake carried Trent on his hip like a toddler as the 3 of us walked toward the “Jake’s Garage” entrance sign. “I promise they will be good to him,” he whispered to me, “and I promise to stop whenever anyone wants… and I promise you’re going to bust a good nut.” Jake smiled big as he unlocked the door and we walked into his garage. Benny the Jamaican, Rogan the muscle bear and Jason the college jock were all standing chatting in the middle of the garage leaning on a newer red Ram pickup truck. As we approached they all smiled and Jake high-fived and “bro-hugged” them all. “Guys this is David,” Jake said as he introduced me to his co-workers. I shook their hands firmly and I got another Eskişehir Escort semi in my underwear as I moved from man to sexy man knowing they wanted to touch my little boy. “Great to meet you all,” I said and stood back as all eyes moved to my beaming little boy looking at all the men with a huge smile. “And this,” Jake continued as he put Trent down and messed up his hair, “is the most handsome, sexy, funny, sweet boy in the world, Trent. Well, he is actually officially my new boyfriend.” Trent smiled so big. He was barely mid-thigh looking up at all of the big men standing around him. The handsome masculine dark black Jamaican kneeled down in front of Trent. “I’m Benny. I work with Jake,” he said with a cool Caribbean accent. Trent stuck out his little soft hand to shake Benny’s. “Ah my little man. In Jamaica we don’t really shake hands, we kiss. Is that ok?” Trent nodded and Benny quickly went in and kissed my son softly and slowly right on his little boy lips – a pretty sensual kiss for just meeting. My dick twitched in my underwear as I watched the soft big black lips kiss my son. Rogan then knelt next to Benny and said, “Hey handsome. I’m Rogan. Can I have a kiss too?” Trent leaned in to kiss Rogan and he held the back of Trent’s tiny head and held him in the passionate kiss for longer than Jake was comfortable with so Jake rapped him in the shoulder and Rogan broke the kiss with a smile. Jason then leaned in and scooped up Trent away from the circle of men and sat him onto the hood of the red Ram truck. “Little dude! I’m Jason and I don’t shake hands or kiss. You know what I do when I meet handsome little guys like you?” Trent smiled and shook his head. Jason quickly lifted Trent’s Paw Patrol t-shirt exposing the boy’s taught little abdomen and began to blow “raspberries” onto Trent’s belly. Trent laughed uncontrollably and Jason kept blowing, making farting sounds on Trent’s tummy. Jake, Benny, Rogan and I all surrounded Jason and Trent on the hood of the truck as the boy laughed and laughed. Then I got nervous as I saw the front of Trent’s shorts begin to get wet. Jason stopped and looked at me sheepishly. Trent was embarrassed for a second until I started giving Jason a hard time. “Now look what you did! You made my boy pee his pants Jason. You can’t tickle a boy like that and expect him to not pee himself. You’re going to get a time out for being naughty.” Trent laughed at the thought and the other men pretended to spank Jason. We all laughed and Jake stepped up to Trent. “Hey. You ok, sweet boy?” He asked and put his rough hand on my son’s cheek. Trent nodded, “Yea but I’m all wet now, Jakey.” “Well Jakey has a washer and dryer here in the shop but you’re gonna have to get nakey for a little bit while I wash your clothes. Is that ok?” Trent looked at me and I whispered to him, “It’s ok with me, but it’s up to you buddy.” Trent nodded and said, “Ok. I wanna get nakey.” My 9 year old son was about to get naked with 3 handsome p*dophile men he just met and his adult boyfriend. I was already fully erect in my pants at just the thought. “Let’s make this fun,” Jake said. He picked up Trent and carried him to the back of the truck and lowered the tailgate and stood Trent on the tailgate. The men all followed. “I’m gonna write the numbers 1 through 5 on pieces of paper and we’ll randomly draw and go in that order and take a piece of clothing off Trent until he’s naked and then I’ll wash his clothes. Sound fun?!” Everyone sheered including Trent – he loved a fun game! Jake wrote on some pieces of paper and we all drew secretly. “Ok who’s got 1?” Jake asked. I spoke up, “I do.” I approached Trent who was smiling from ear to ear. “You ok buddy? Having fun?” I whispered. “Yes, Daddy this is sooooo fun.” “Ok. I’ll take his sneakers and stinky socks off!” I announced as I removed his little Chase (from Paw Patrol) sneakers and red socks. “I’ve got 2,” Jason spoke up and approached the boy standing on the tailgate. Jason slowly began to remove Trent’s blue t-shirt and pretented like he was going to blow on his belly again. “NO!!!!” We all shouted at the same time and all laughed and cheered. With a big smile Jason peeled the Bob the Builder t-shirt off and my proud handsome little guy stood there shirtless and barefoot. So tiny. So cute. Some of the men made groaning noises seeing Trent’s little nipples and torso exposed. “Well I’ve got 3,” Jake spoke up and approached his tiny boyfriend. “I love you buddy. Can I take your wet shorts off?” Trent nodded. Jake went in for a kiss as he very slowly lowered Trent’s little silky black soccer shorts down his thighs as they kissed like adults with tongue. The men watching were practically drooling and all seemed fully erect from the look of their bulges. With Trent’s wet shorts at his ankles he stepped out of them and was just in his Captain America Underoos. Jake stepped back and whispered, “I love you.” Trent blew him a kiss. So adorable. Benny then said, “Looks like I’ve got lucky 4” as he approached the little boy. We all watched in awe as the tall dark Jamaican man approached the little boy standing in his undies in the back of the truck. “I guess I get to take these wet little undies off you, my man. That ok with you?” Benny asked the small boy. Trent nodded and smiled – looking a little excited and a little nervous. The large dark fingers entered the tiny waistband and began to slowly pull them down. All eyes were on Trent’s smooth soft little belly as his bald pubic area began to be exposed. Benny pulled the band out a little and slowly exposed Trent’s beautiful cut hairless little jiggly soft penis. The other men were breathing heavy and all had massive tents in their jeans. Benny left the pee filled Underoos at Trent’s ankles and gently pinched the little flaccid cocklette head. “I like your little penis, Trent” he said in his accent. “A beautiful boy indeed.” The contrasting skin color on Eskişehir Escort Bayan the man and the boy was so hot. Benny’s dark large manly fingers gently molested my son’s testicles and back up the teeny spongy shaft of the little peepee, softly pinching at the little acorn head. “Jakey calls my peepee a pickle,” Trent finally spoke. “Pickles are my favorite,” Rogan said in a deep husky voice. “Is it a salty dill pickle or a sweet gherkin?” Rogan asked. Trent shrugged and giggled, not really knowing the difference. The guys laughed. “Can I taste your pickle and find out since I’ve got 5 and there’s no more clothes left?” the bald and bearded body builder bear asked as he approached and Benny stepped back. Trent stood still on the tailgate naked smooth and small with his circumcised soft penis on full display for 5 adult horny men – flaccid he was barely an inch. Rogan got close and took the peepee in his massive fingers and leaned down to inspect it. The weewee was soft and small and pink. The tiny head appeared micro sized as Rogan leaned down and his fat adult bear tongue began to lap the urine off it. His tongue got the entire immature thin penis completely wet and shiny. He lapped the short length on front and back and held the immature penis with his thumb and pointer finger as his horny tongue flicked at the tiny head over and over and kissed Trent’s little pee hole – making the boy’s dinky jiggle and bounce. The 52 year old tongue tasted and explored the 9 year old genitals hungrily. Trent got a stiffy. “Mmm salty. Your pickle definitely tastes like a dill, but looks more like a baby sweet gherkin” Rogan said with a smile. The guys laughed. “Wanna play a guessing game?” Rogan asked in his deep voice. Trent, naked, smooth, thin, tiny, hairless, eagerly nodded as his now stiff little boy peepee pulsed with his racing heartbeat.. “Of all of us guys… who do you think has the biggest cucumber?” The guys beamed as Trent giggled and looked them all in the groin. Each one of them were sporting massive bulges of swollen p*do cock in their pants. I, myself, was dying to see all thier cocks as well. “Ummmm,” Trent started as he examined the lust filled adult men surrounding him. “I bet it’s Benny! He is tallest. So I bet he has the biggest peepee.” We all looked at the tall dark Jamaican man as he beamed with pride. “Well come on guys. Gather around and let’s find out!” Rogan blared as Benny, Jason, and Jake approached the naked little boy standing on the tailgate. I watched, so fucking horny, as four men began to eagerly undress in front of my kid. I could see the excitement in Trent’s eyes as he watched the guys start throwing off their clothes into a pile on the garage floor. Rogan was first. It was no surprise that the bear had a beefy fat girthy cock and a meaty hairy body. His thick dick was cut and veiny with a huge fat mushroom head. My guess was 6 1/2″ but so girthy and sexy as it pointed straight up with a fat banana upward curve to it. Jake was naked next. He is SO fucking sexy and his perfect 8″ uncut dick was rock hard and manly with his black pubes and bull balls. Jason soon shucked off his boxers revealing an impressive 8″ curved cut jock dick with a bulging blue vein down the top – his balls were shaved smooth. He looked like one of those perfect college jocks from a gay porno magazine – athletic body and a 19 year old strong boner. They all gathered close as Benny finally pulled his dark black monster cock out of his red breifs. Wow! It was at least 10″ and man was it was excited for Trent – he was already dripping so much pre it was like he was slowly pissing out of the uncut massive dark black head. What an impressive dark beautiful p*do cock. “Yay! I was right!” Trent sqealed, “Benny has the biggest peepee! It’s SOoo big!” The men laughed and stood close – 4 adult swollen p*rv erections, rock hard cocks, just waiting to have fun with my special little guy. “David get over here and get naked with us,” Jake suggested. At that point I was the only one with any clothes on so I decided to go ahead and get naked as well, proudly showing off my fat dick. Nude, I approached the circle of guys surrounding my son on the tailgate. I approached Trent and quietly said, “Do you still wanna have some fun with Jakey and his friends?” He nodded eagerly. “They want to make your peepee and your bummy feel really good, ok? But if you want to stop you can just tell Daddy ok?” “Ok Daddy! I’m so excited! I’m having so much fun.” I turned to the guys and looked them all in their eyes and said, “He’s all yours gentlemen.” Fuck, my cock was so hard inviting these horny adult men to molest my willing and very young son. As soon as I left the circle, Jake approach Trent to make sure he was ok too. “Are you sure you’re ok sweetheart?” He asked quietly in his face. Trent smiled and nodded. “I promise my friends will be nice to you. Ok? I love you” Jake said as he fondled my son’s thin hard tube. Again, Trent nodded and Jake kissed him lightly on his small soft lips. The big beefy bear approached and said, “Can I taste those little lips too, man?” Jake stepped back, Trent smiled and Rogan went in for the kiss. The musclebound bear man put his scratchy face near the little boy and gently placed a loving kiss on his little lips. His hands began to explore the young smooth body as the kiss grew more passionate. Rogan held the back of the boy’s head firmly and began to insert his fat man tongue into Trent’s tiny mouth as he kneaded his little round buns in his huge hands. Rogan’s cock dripped as they kissed and we all watched as the bear and child tasted each others tongues. Soon Jason approached and said quietly to Rogan, “You keep that mouth busy man. I need to taste this little guy’s sexy little nail.” As Rogan and Trent kissed like two adults Jason put his jock mouth in the shape of an oh and inserted the immature barely 9 year old boner Escort Eskişehir into his warm mouth. He began to also fondle Trent’s wrinkly balls as he devoured the little peepee. Jason’s jock cock began to drip too as he blew the little boy – a college jock performing felatio on a boy who looke 6 at best. Jake, Benny, and I were all masturbating our drippy erections watching Rogan tongue kiss my boy deeply and massage his buns, as Jason made his cocklette feel good with his mouth and tongue. Rogan’s gray beard and muscley body was so fucking sexy compared to the boy who looked so much younger than he was. Soon Rogan began to kiss his way down to Trent’s soft neck and then his little pink nipples. We all watched as he reached the genitals that Jason was still eating. “Wanna share that beautiful little prick with me, man?” Rogan asked Jason. The two men began to make-out with the tiny boner in between them. So fucking hot to see two adults together sucking on a hairless little erection between them. Passing it between each other’s hungry mouths their pre-cum was pooling on the garage floor in front of them. Trent’s eyes were closed. “Hey guys,” Jake interrupted. “I know my little gorgeous boy has a beautiful and delicious penis, but he’s got something else that you might like too.” All the men and Trent looked confused at Jake as he approached the naked little boy standing on the tailgate. “Do me a favor buddy? Turn around so your cute little bummy faces us, spread your feet apart and then bend down and touch your toes for us?” The guys all moaned at the thought. Trent giggled, “You want me to show off my bummy hole?” Jake nodded and kissed the boy. “Please? Show my friends your sexy bummy hole?” As Trent began to turn, Jake stepped back. All five of us were stroking our swollen adult erections as we watched my beautiful boy turn around with his back toward us. His beautiful round white smooth 9 year old butt looked like that of a much much younger boy as he stood on the tailgate of the red truck. Doing as he was told he spread his feet apart and bent over at the waist and touched his toes. As he did his tiny slit of an asshole came into view. So young and small it barely had any wrinkles, it was pink and hairless and small and a little red (maybe even slightly bruised) from the previous night’s workout. I saw Benny’s big black cock start to drool more and all of the men were moaning at the sight of the bent over little boy standing on the tailgate in front of them. What a sight. Trent’s young wrinkly boy balls barely hung tightly between his legs as he looked at us and smiled upside down between his legs. Each little boy nut the size of a raisin. So beautiful, boyish, and smooth. “Now reach back and grab your hiney checks and spread them apart for us buddy,” Jake hornily suggested to his little boyfriend. The men gasped as Trent spread himself wide open and showed off his most private parts to them. His little toothless grin smiling at us upside down from between his little smooth legs. His tiny hole small and red. Benny, the huge dark black Jamaican approached my son with his obscenely large adult cock bobbing straight up, dripping precum as he whispered, “I’ve got to taste that beautiful little hole.” Benny put a huge hand on each tiny white butt cheek and spread them apart as far as he could. Then with each thumb he pried apart Trent’s immature little anal opening. The men groaned as they saw a little of my boy’s dark pink insides – a child’s rectum. Benny stuck out his tongue in a flat “lapping” shape and went in for a taste. He started at the smooth taint and very slowly lapped up to the tiny anus and all the way to the top of the buttcrack. Then back down to that little boy anus he lapped and lapped making it covered in manly Jamaican saliva. Benny then snapped his adult horny tongue into the shape of a torpedo and gently slowly entered the boy’s small rectum. Trent was squirming but stayed bent over as Benny’s tongue invaded him. Rogan, the 52 year old muscle bear, approached the two and said, “We’ve got to make sure this little stiff peepee stays feeling good here.” So as Benny devoured my son’s pink hairless pucker hole Rogan the bear reached around and just began massaging the underdeveloped genitals with his big manly fingers. Not only was it driving me nuts to see the big black man snaking his adult tongue up inside my little boy, but there was something so incredibly hot to see Rogan gently molesting and squeezing Trent’s little bald stiffy. He wasn’t masturbating the boy but more so just massaging and rubbing his groin. Occasionally his massive masculine fingers would gently squeeze the peepee head and squeeze up and down the thin little shaft. He would also gently roll and rub Trent’s little balls too. Stimulating the boy from top to taint. It made me happy to see the little hairless penis so so stiff. Rogan seemed to be enjoying it too as his fat cock was rock hard and pulsing as he massaged the tiny sex organs. Jason leaned over to me and asked, “Dude, did you say he just turned 9?” I nodded, “Two weeks ago.” “Fuck, he’s SO small. He looks WAY younger! I would’ve said maybe 5 or 6.” “His mom was tiny.” “I fucking love it, man,” Jason said with an evil grin pulling on his sexy jock cock. Just then I happened to notice Trent was shivering so I approached the tailgate. “Are you ok buddy? You’re shivering,” I asked. “I’m kinda cold, Daddy,” he said with another shiver as the stood up. Jake overheard and said, “How about we move this pickle party to the nice warm showers? Jakey has a nice big shower room out back for truckers that stop by. Wanna check it out? Plus I’ve got to throw your wet stuff in the washer.” Trent nodded eagerly and Jake scooped him up in his big warm arms. Rogan, Jason, Benny and I all followed them to the back of the garage… five naked men with very hard hairy cocks bobbing, and one happy, albeit cold, little boy with a small bald erection and a saliva covered anus. Jake grabbed the wet clothes and threw them to Jason and said, “Throw these in the wash will you, bud?” “Sure Uncle Jake,” Jason nodded and as he walked off toward the washer area I watched him put the tiny pissy size 6 undies up to his face and inhale… End – Part 8

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The following account is based on an amalgamation of experiences I had during several business trips. Most took place in Chicago, but some come from several other trips to various cities across the country.

 

Some characters are composites, but I thought it would make a more entertaining narrative rather than just emptying my memory banks. I hope you find it worth your time.

 

The story depicts sexual situations between men and older teens. Please move on if you are not permitted to access such material or find it distasteful.

 

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Thank you to Kevin Sting, author of The Roommate Problem, for his encouragement.

 

 

Business Trip Friends

By Quentin ail)

Chapter Four

The sauna and steam room are next to each other in virtually every gym or spa I”ve been in. Here, they were on opposite ends of the locker room. As I reached for the handle on the glass door, I noticed a sign in several languages admonishing people to rinse away their mess after they shave. It took me a few seconds to realize that they weren”t referring to shaving faces.

 

I opened the glass door and saw the largest steam room I had ever encountered. It was probably 20 by 40 feet, lined with white subway tiles. There were two rows of wooden benches along the longer walls. A couple of large pillars were in the center, each with a shower head and a pull chain release.

 

I think there were two guys in when I first entered: one way down on the left wall and one not too far from the door on the right. I went two-thirds down on the right and lay down on my tiny towel. The room wasn”t very steamy, though it was moist and hot. I nodded a greeting to the other two as I situated myself. We didn”t say anything, as I recall. The guy on my side near the door was also reclined. I guessed he was about my age at the time, early 30s.  The guy on the opposite was sitting with his legs widely splayed. He was smaller and looked to me to be college-age or early 20s. I didn”t stare at either, though I wanted to. 

 

After a few minutes of silence, I remarked that it wasn”t much of a steam room and asked if there were a control to make it a little steamier. The younger guy agreed and said there was a control on the far wall, but they couldn”t figure it out. He said he didn”t want it too hot because he”d rather stay for a longer time. I agreed. I”m not too fond of extremely hot saunas or steam rooms.

 

I recall looking at the controls and asking the younger guy what they had tried. He stood up and came next to me. He was maybe 5″6″ or 5″7″ tall, with dark, loosely curled hair, round, arched eyebrows, and the world”s most adorable dimples! He was fit and perfectly proportioned, in my expert opinion. Not tons of muscle mass, but nicely developed. All in all, he was cute as fuck. 

 

The two of us fiddled with the controls, and bursts of steam came streaming out from several nozzles around the room, including one firing directly to where I had been lying. I picked up my towel, looking for a place out of the direct line of fire. The other guy cheered on our successful efforts as I moved to the opposite side of the room to sit near the younger guy. The steam nozzles created enough noise that it wasn”t comfortable conversing across the room.

 

I introduced myself. He said he was Matthew from Minneapolis. We talked about what brought each of us to Chicago. He was a master”s candidate in urban studies in Erzurum Escort town for a conference. The other guy moved toward us, staying on the opposite wall, but he was close enough to participate in some of the conversation. I”m terrible, but I didn”t pay much attention to the other guy because I was in love with Matthew from Minneapolis. So, so cute! The other guy was fine, but he wasn”t Matthew.

 

The steam turned off after a few minutes. The temperature was at a level that satisfied all of us, with a lot of moisture hanging in the air. I swung around on the bench to face Matthew from his right side. My right foot was on the floor while my left leg lay bent on the bench. I was leaning back on my hands to support my weight. 

 

We were all working up a sweat. A fourth man entered and sat pretty close to the man I ignored. I recognized him as the naked muscle man from the lounge. Perhaps I was too hasty in judging his appearance before. His face was rather handsome upon another look. He was no competition for Matthew from Minneapolis. Nobody could compete with Matthew.

 

Muscle man seemed familiar with the other guy. It turned out they were both in the steam room before and found it lacking steam, so they moved on. The other guy noted that Matthew and I had discovered the secret of the controls, and muscle man gave us appropriate accolades. Matthew stood to take a bow and bade me join him. He grabbed my hand to raise it in the air, and I felt dizzy at his touch.

 

When we returned to the bench, we were sitting close together. He smiled with those irresistible dimples. I noticed that he was fully erect now. His nice cut cock tapped on his almost concave lower abdomen. His cock was perfectly proportioned to the rest of his body.

 

The steam came back on every few minutes. Muscle man noted that his companion had a lovely sheen, wiping sweat from the guy”s chest and stomach. The guy said that his balls were sweaty, too. Muscle man laughed and apologized for ignoring them. He grabbed the guy”s ball sack and continued to play with it. The other guy sat back with a smile.

 

Matthew”s cock was tapping with his heartbeat, and I saw a drop of nectar forming at the tip. I didn”t want to miss an opportunity, so I asked if I could taste it. He smiled an adorable bashful smile, then nodded. I leaned over without a moment”s hesitation.

 

His cock was made for my mouth. Maybe my mouth was made for his cock? I was able to take all of him in my throat. He wasn”t thick and probably less than six inches, so I had room to move my tongue around. After just a few minutes, Matthew pulled my head away from his cock. I was devastated. I asked if I had done something wrong.

 

He panted and said no, just the opposite. I was about to make him cum, and he wanted it to last. He asked if we could slow down. I ran my hands over his gorgeous thighs and leaned in to kiss him. He reciprocated. Yay! Someone who likes to kiss.

 

We made out for a while. I was hard, too. Muscle man and the other guy were watching us, smiling. Muscle man was still playing with the other guy”s hard cock as well as his own. The other guy didn”t reciprocate. I thought that was rude, but muscle man didn”t mind, so who was I to judge?

 

Matthew decided it was time to get back to work, so we sucked each other. I lay on my back while he straddled me. The bench wasn”t deep, so he had one foot on the floor and one knee above my head.

 

He didn”t take long to fire a few small loads Erzurum Escort Bayan into my mouth. It wasn”t a lot, but it was excellent. Bless his heart, he kept working on me. I typically fire cum over my head on the first shot — at least I did back then — so I wanted to warn him before I blasted, but my orgasm got away from me.

 

I heard Matthew gurgle as he swallowed my load while I caressed his ass and lapped up a few remaining drops of cum from his pretty penis. We parted and sat next to each other again. Our friends still hadn”t cum.

 

Matthew seemed to get a sudden case of buyer”s remorse. He looked a little embarrassed and distressed. His dimples disappeared. I felt terrible for him. I had been happy as a clam. He made some kind of excuse about having to get up early in the morning and left the steam room.

 

My husband left me! We were going to get married, run off to Tahiti and live happily ever after, me drinking coconut milk from his dimples. I thought we had it all planned out? 

 

I didn”t run after him. I just sat in my funk for a while. The guy that muscle man was wanking didn”t notice anything because he had his eyes closed, basking in the favor bestowed on him. Muscle man just shrugged at me as if to say, “That”s life.” 

 

As Matthew walked out, I hadn”t noticed two middle-aged guys coming in. I think they were Korean. They sat on my side of the room but not too close to me. They seemed reasonably well put together. They joined in watching muscle man milk an impressive load out of his passive friend. The guy”s chest and stomach were almost completed coated with semen. He finally said thank you to his masturbator but otherwise remained motionless, letting his substantial load drizzle down his front.

 

After muscle man saw the other guy through his orgasm, he switched to jacking himself with his cum-slicked hand. He was a grower, sliding his fist along an almost 9-inch erection. He wasn”t super thick, but his cock was as hard and beautiful as the rest of his body.

 

He didn”t masturbate with urgency, and we could tell he was savoring every second that he pleasured himself, smiling and sighing as he ascended the mountain to nirvana.

 

In about three minutes, he started grunting and erupted. He didn”t fire ropes of cum as much as spray drops and droplets all over himself, including several on his face. By the time he was done, he had sprayed all over himself, but it was probably less than half the volume of the other guy or about equal to what I usually produce.

 

He looked beautiful with his muscled body flushed with orgasmic bliss, sparkling with his self-administered anointing of cum, and his long penis sticking straight out, his glans still entirely outside his foreskin. I chastised myself for my initial underestimation of his attractiveness.

 

Muscle man panted for a minute, then smiled and nodded at the Korean guys who watched him with bemusement. Then he turned to me. “It seems your friend had a change of heart? That”s a shame. Some guys do that. It must be a biochemical thing.” 

 

The other guy finally opened his eyes and stood up, saying, “I had fun, bud, but I”m calling it a night. Are you sticking around?”

 

Muscle man said, “Yes, now that our friend got the steam flowing, I plan to soak it in after I cool down.” 

 

“Ok, have a good time. And thanks for the hand.”  

 

The other guy had a sheen of cum running down his front, with a Escort Erzurum bit dripping off his chin. He walked to me, straddling my left knee so he could grab my shoulder, and thanked me for getting the steam control working. I watched briefly as cum ran down the front of his thighs, off his cock, and dripped off his balls onto my left thigh.

 

As the man went on about having almost given up on the steam room until I figured out the controls, I saw more cum forming a string on its descent to my thigh. I decided to be bold and ran my hand along his balls and cock to claim some of his cum.

 

I maintained eye contact with him as I ate his cum. He kept his hand on my shoulder without reacting to what I had done.

 

I slid my index finger horizontally up his torso, squeegeeing more cum from his as I told him I was glad to have been of assistance. I stopped talking long enough to lick my finger clean as we kept our gaze locked on each other. Again, no reaction to my touch or my eating his cum, except that he leaned in a little closer to me.

 

He asked if my friend was going to return. He had his eyes closed during much of my session with Matthew, so he was unaware of my abandonment.

 

I decided to eliminate the middleman, so instead of using my finger, I leaned in and licked more cum from his torso. I moved my face around so I could get a good coating. I loved the combination of his tangy cum and salty sweat.

 

After I swallowed, I explained that Matthew said he had to get up early and left, but I thought he got embarrassed, and that”s why he walked out. We were still pretending that this was a completely run-of-the-mill social interaction.

 

“That”s a shame,” he said as he leaned in again, twisting his torso to the other side to offer me more of his cum. Who was I to refuse?

 

I licked from his hip to his chest several times as he spoke, always turning to give me easy access to his body. “Our culture has screwed up most men regarding their sexuality,” he observed. “Why should the enjoyment of a sexual encounter between friends � or even strangers � be taboo or some cause of shame? You both enjoyed sucking each other”s cocks, right?”

 

I was swallowing more of his slightly used cum at the moment, so I just nodded and hummed.

 

“Then why must it mean anything more than that? He came in your mouth. You came in his. Yum-yum, eat it up. Let”s talk about the weather.”

 

I laughed and agreed with him. I saw a glob of cum on his penis, so I opened wide and put the deflated four inches in my mouth. There was enough room to swirl my tongue around to get all the flavors he had to offer.

 

“See, like us: you seem to like having a cock in your mouth, and I like having a mouth on my cock. We can satisfy each other. Just so you know, it takes me some time to recharge, and I have to get back to my wife, so there”s no chance of a second course tonight. Maybe we”ll run into each other again.”

 

I suckled for a few moments and then released his cock. “Maybe we will. If not, it”s been nice meeting � and tasting � you .”

 

He chuckled. “Nice meeting you, too. And thanks again for fixing the temperature. Have a good night.”

 

Then he went to the Korean guys and spoke to them in Korean, which shocked everyone. It was just a short greeting or goodnight as he left the steam room. I stood as well, saying that it was time for my cool-down. Muscle man asked if I was coming back.  I told him I intended to. He asked if I would mind notching up the steam setting just a little more. I did so, then left for a shower and a break in the club room.

 

If you enjoyed this, you may enjoy my other stories: Rabbit Hole and Life at Warren Hill

 

 

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Subject: West By Southwest ch 4 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males and females older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person’s living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. In addition, do not forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty! Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the story are not real, encouraged, or condoned in real life. Its just a story kids. I hope you enjoy it. West By Southwest � Chapter 4 Previously: “So all the boys… and men I’ve seen…?” “We are all part of a… group. There’s a big gathering happening in Los Angeles, sort of like a convention. But way more sexy. But I’m not sure if its your scene. I can tell you and Logan have something special going on,” Sam winked. “What do you mean?” My brain wasn’t comprehending what he was saying. He smiled coyly,”You’ll figure out.” ************************************************************************** Movement from Logan drew our attention back to the bed. He had moved up on to his knees over Olly, with the younger boy’s legs resting on his shoulders, giving Me and Sam had a clear view of Logan’s leaky boy hole. We saw Olly’s little hand reach between their bodies and grab Logan’s cock, aiming it at his puffy red boy pussy. Logan nudging the tip against Olly’s leaking hole. I heard Olly whimper,”Push it in,” over the low rumble of the train. Logan slowly pushed in, his butt cheeks clenching as his tween cock started to slip inside the nine-year-old’s puffy asshole. Olly wrapped his skinny arms and legs around Logan’s body and pulled the older boy down on him. Both boys moaned in unison as Logan’s shaft easily sunk completely into Olly’s boy hole in one smooth motion. Me amd Sam’s cum oozed out around Logan’s cock as the boys held still, staring into each others eyes, enjoying the feeling of being coupled for the first time. Diyarbakır Escort I heard Olly whimper,”Fuck me…” Logan leaned down and gently kissed the boy as he started to methodically pump his tween cock in and out of Olly’s loose boy hole. Wet sucking and slurping sounds began as the two boys started to fuck. Surprisingly, Logan didn’t get carried away, and kept his fucking at a slow and steady pace. Me and Sam watched Logan’s sphincter clinch and relax as he fucked Olly. Sam grinned,”That hole is a thing of beauty,” as he started to stroke his cock. “Yeah, it is,” I mumbled as I also started stroking. The whole scene, along with everything I had taken, was making me extremely horny. Finally, my lust got the better of me. I mumbled,”Fuck it,” as I stood up and positioned myself on the bed behind Logan. Logan looked over his shoulder with a bemused look, not sure what I was doing. I draped myself over Logan and aimed my cock at his puffy boy hole. I grumbled lustfully into his ear,”I need your ass,” as I pushed into him. Logan’s closed his eyes, his mouth dropped open, releasing a long soft moan as my entire 8 shaft slid easily into him. Damn, Logan was so much looser after getting fucked by Sam! Both boys were now pinned beneath me as I began to fuck into Logan, which caused Logan’s cock to fuck into Olly. After a few clumsy thrusts, we started to get into a rhythm. “Oooooohhh… Oooooohhh… Oooooohhh…” I suddenly felt Sam position himself behind me. Sam whispered into my ear, “You’ll need this,” as he held an open popper bottle under my nose. Then I felt him nudging his thick cock against the entrance of my asshole. I quickly took several deep hits off the bottle, sending a huge rush through my head. Just as the poppers were hitting Sam thrust his thick cock into my ass. “AGH! FUCK!” I groaned as Sam pushed his thick shaft inside me. I slumped forward as I felt Sam press his body down on me. Sam groaned,”Yeeeaah, now you know what your boy felt earlier,” as he immediately started fucking me. I’d been fucked many times, but Sam’s cock was definitely one of the thickest I’d ever taken. Now I knew why Logan’s ass felt so loose! Sam groaned,”Feel my pervy cock inside your tight jock ass,” as he worked my hole with slow deliberate thrusts. I could feel every centimeter of his hefty man-sized Diyarbakır Escort Bayan cock with every pump. I had to admit that I DID like the feeling of it inside me. I could also tell this guy really knew how to fuck. Sam set the pace as his thrusts caused me to fuck harder into Logan as Logan fucked harder into Olly. Sam grunted,”You like my cock Garret?” “Fuck yeah!” I groaned. Sam huffed into my ear,”This cock has claimed many boy pussies, and now it’s in you,” I looked down at Logan and Olly, and thought about how the cock that was fucking me had pleasured both of them. Sam kept slamming his beer can sized cock deep into me, pushing me into the two boys below, causing all three of us to moan out. He flexed it a couple times, causing me to groan again. He chuckled softly, knowing he was stimulating all three of our asses as he resumed his thrusts. This pervy daddy was in control of us as he started to fuck even harder. Sam started mumbling into my ear,”My fat cock was in all of Olly’s little friends… during his last birthday sleepover… and a couple boys from Olly’s cub scout pack… and my co-worker’s son who stayed with us for a week last summer… most of them were younger than Olly…” As Sam talked dirty to me, I thought about how good it felt to fuck nine year old Olly. My cock throbbed in Logan’s hole as I remembered the young boy’s tightness, the smoothness of his tender body, his boyish moans. I found myself envying Sam, wanting the ability to fuck all those boys Sam had fucked. My growing lust was turning to a darkness I’d never felt before… and it was a powerful lust. A lust I was starting to welcome into my mind. I wondered if Logan was feeling that same lust. Sam continued,”I even had to fuck a pair of 15 year old twins… to get to their little brother. After I broke them all in… I’m sure they’ve been fucking their little brother senseless… ever since.” I was shocked by the number of boys Sam had fucked with the fat cock he was sharing with Logan and me tonight. A part of me worried, “Will I become this much of a boy perv too?” But then a lusty reply came from somewhere deep inside me, “I hope so!” I held the popper bottled up to the boys noses. They both inhaled two large hits, then I took two myself. Then we really started fucking. I could feel Logan fucking Olly Escort Diyarbakır underneath as I licked and kissed the back of Logan’s smooth neck. My raging cock pumping in and out of Logan’ss young body while fucking myself back on Sam’s thick cock. Every thrust I made into Logan drew a deep groan from inside him. My groans grew louder as Sam’s assault on my ass increased. His forceful thrust caused a chain-reaction as I was slammed deeper into Logan and Logan was thrust deep into Olly, bringing more groans of pleasure from the boys beneath us. Our bodies were now reduced to wild frenzied thrusts between the four of us. Or sweaty bodies slapping and sliding against each other. “Uuugghh! Oooohh! Harder! Aaaahh! Ohhh God! Yyyesss!” The private compartment was now flooded once again with yips, moans, and groans, as the four of us fucked like wild animals. The majority of moans and groans were coming from the boys as the sensations of the fuck coursed through their young tender bodies. I could feel Olly’s legs trying to wrap themselves around our humping bodies as his hands clawed wildly at us. The sweaty boy had a distant, glazed look in his eyes as Logan sucked on his neck. Our hips were now slamming down hard into the nine-year-old, pushing the air out of him with each fuck. Olly started making sharp boyish exhales,”HUUGH! HUUGH! HUUGH!” Sam grunted to Logan,”Yeah… fill my son up with your seed…” as the three of us pumped harder and harder into the prepubescent boy. I moaned encouragingly into Logan’s ear,”Yeah, cum in him…” as I felt our orgasms getting closer. Our fucking became more pointed as the three of us timed our thrusts together. “OOOH! I THINK… I’M GONNA… CUM!” Logan gasped. I suddenly felt Logan’s colon grip my cock hard, squeezing it as if it were his hand. Logan cried out, “UUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!” as he started cumming inside Olly. Hearing Logan moan like that pushed me over the edge as I pushed balls deep into Logan, injecting my seed once again inside him. Sam made one more thrust, pushing us down as I felt his cock erupt into my guts. There was a cacophony of boyish and manly moans and groans as the four of us climaxed together. We all collapsed in a heap as we were released from our orgasms. To be box * Please Donate to Support Nifty! 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Subject: The Parcel (Athletics; Encounters) THE PARCEL Gerry returned home after a long day. Still in his suit and tie, he looked down at the note that had been put through his apartment door. The parcel was too big to fit through his letterbox, so it had been “left with a neighbour”. He’d been waiting for it for some time – a framed photograph of a vintage wrestling match from the 1930s, one beefy man pinning his opponent to the mat. The image had stirred something in him and he’d bid overenthusiastically for it. Gerry sighed, and went to knock on Mrs. O’Connell’s door… but when she answered, she had no knowledge of the parcel. That could only mean it had been left with the neighbour on his other side – someone Gerry hadn’t yet met, who only moved in recently. Gerry knocked on the door and waited. After a while, heavy footsteps came to the door and opened it. “Yeah?” The young man who opened it was a good 4″ taller than Gerry and much broader. Gerry looked up at the much younger man and inquired after his parcel. The young man grinned and walked back into his apartment. Confused, Gerry followed. On the floor was his parcel – and it had been opened. And up on the wall was Gerry’s photograph. “Hey!” “I didn’t recognise the name so I figured it was lost. And I like the picture.” “It’s mine. I paid for it.” “Sorry. Finders Keepers.” Gerry was incensed. This man had stolen from him. “Tell you what, pops. I’ll wrestle you for it.” The man’s grin was even bigger now, and standing so close, Gerry felt intimidated by his bulk. Gerry decided to take control back from the situation. He might be in his 60s, but he was fit, and he pushed past the youth and went to grab the picture from the wall. As he reached for it, he felt two strong arms reach under his own and put him in a full Nelson. His feet left the ground as the young man easily held him helpless, dangling off the ground. “Ha. This is gonna be an easy one” said the man as he swung Gerry around. Gerry’s stomach dropped as he span, before the hulking brute suddenly let him go, sending him sprawling face-first into an armchair. Gerry staggered across the room, now furious. Now was his chance – glancing at the door he saw he could escape. But one look at the younger man’s smug face made him decide to fight, and he charged at him. But when he hit the man, running as hard as he could, the young man didn’t budge an inch. Gerry realised he’d made a huge mistake. The man’s chest was like granite, and up close he could now see that the arms were big – much bigger than he’d realised under the baggy hoodie. But it was too late now. The young man grabbed the back of Gerry’s suit jacket and turned it inside out, trapping Gerry’s arms. As Gerry struggled out of it, the man removed his hoodie and Gerry’s fears were confirmed. He was muscled and strong, Erzincan Escort and twice Gerry’s size, probably five times his strength. As Gerry removed his jacket the man pulled it off him and threw it across the room, flexing and stretching his arms casually as he circled the smaller, older man. “Tell you what. If you can pin me just once, for three seconds, I’ll give you your photo back.” By now Gerry had decided to get out of there, and he made a run for it, but the man wasn’t just much bigger, he was faster too, and easily reached Gerry before he got to the door. Grabbing him by the back of his shirt collar and his belt, the man easily manhandled Gerry back into the living room. As Gerry twisted, he felt his feet leave the ground again as he was turned to be horizontal, facing the ground, and the man carried him by his belt and collar like he was a bag. To emphasise the point, the young man raised and lowered Gerry a few times, lifting him as though doing lat pulls with a barbell before dropping him to the ground on his front. Gerry rolled over, and the man sat on his chest, knocking the wind out of him. He easily pinned Gerry’s arms up over his head and counted to three. “That’s one to me” he grinned, not even out of breath. Gerry however was overwhelmed, and the man sat back as Gerry helplessly tried to throw him off. His muscle meant he was even heavier than he looked, and as Gerry struggled the young man reached forward and removed Gerry’s tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Stop that!” Gerry cried, but the man ignored him. As the man finally stood, he reached down and grabbed Gerry’s now open shirt by both halves, pulling Gerry up to his feet – but the man kept going, pulling Gerry up on tiptoe by his shirt collar. Gerry glanced down at the man’s huge biceps flexed hard as he held Gerry’s entire weight up. As he set Gerry back down, he pulled off his shirt, meaning Gerry was now naked from the waist up. The man appraised him. “Not bad for an old fella” he said, and despite the humiliation and anger, Gerry was oddly pleased at the assessment. “Time for round two” said the young man, and at that he took off his own t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms… leaving him in only his boxers. His body looked carved from marble, and Gerry was breathing heavily. “Please… that’s enough. You can keep the photo” But the young man just grinned. “No, it’s best of three. That’s the rules. You should undress too or that fancy suit is gonna get ripped”. Gerry backed away from the man, who grabbed his hands and easily held them both in one of his strong larger hands as he deftly undid Gerry’s belt and trousers, letting them fall around his ankles. Gerry felt utterly humiliated – his briefs were skimpy, as he preferred, but now they were all he wore he felt totally outmanned by the strong Erzincan Escort Bayan young man towering over him. His thighs though fit looked like matchsticks compared to the man, who obviously lifted heavy, and often. Gerry’s trousers were still around his ankles and the young man looked down at them, as if working out how to solve this problem. Then he looked Gerry in the eye and smiled, and Gerry started to shake. The man pulled up one of Gerry’s arms and then quickly and easily lifted him across his shoulders in a fireman’s position. He then turned Gerry so he was held easily across one broad shoulder and pulled his trousers off. In no hurry, he walked around with Gerry slung over one shoulder, his hand almost possessive on Gerry’s backside, gently kneading the older man’s butt as he held him aloft. “Something against my shoulder tells me someone’s liking this” grinned the young man. “No. No, please, please let me down, sir.” Gerry desperately tried to appeal to the youth, wondering if showing him respect might get him out of this. “But we’re still in our match” said the man, and walked over to the mirror. “Doesn’t look like much of a match, does it?” He turned around so that Gerry could see himself in the mirror – his body easily held up by the strong young man, as if he weighed nothing. As he looked at the man’s rippled back, and how effortlessly this muscled guy held him, he knew that his briefs were throbbing, and he knew the young man could feel it. The man smirked, and pulled Gerry back into the fireman’s. “I wanna try something”. Gerry whimpered as he felt one of the man’s hands wrap around his neck, and the other slide up his inner thigh. “Please-..” “Shut up, little man” the youth responded angrily as he pushed up…and Gerry felt his body press up through the air as the lad pressed him overhead in an incredible display of strength. Now nine feed up in the air, almost against the ceiling, Gerry trembled as he marvelled at the younger mans strength holding his body up like he was a toy. “Oof!” The man unceremoniously dropped Gerry back onto his broad shoulders, and let Gerry’s body slide down his 6 foot frame to the ground. A winded Gerry tried to crawl to safety, but a strong hand grabbed his ankle and easily pulled him back into the room. Gerry was pulled up to his feet again and put into a punishing arm hold. The lad then proceeded to try out every hold he knew on the weaker man, with Gerry totally helpless to prevent him. Gerry was pinned, picked up, spun round, and put in all manner of devastating and humiliating holds. The youth wasn’t hurting him. He was so strong that he didn’t need to use pain – he just put Gerry in whatever position he felt like, and held him there with ease. The total domination Gerry was experiencing was not only humiliating, Escort Erzincan it was hugely erotic. He was getting more and more turned on by the strength and power of this man half his age, and his briefs were becoming damp with precum. The man was walking him around the room in a humiliating arm bar and walked him over to the photo. “I wonder if we can mirror this ending” he said out loud to himself, laughing as he stood Gerry up. Now completely owned and used, Gerry simply stood still waiting for the main to decide what to do with his weak body. The man decided, and scooped Gerry up in a crotch lift. He looked again at the photo and moved his arms accordingly… Gerry felt his legs raise as he was being turned upside down. He knew was was coming. “No. Please. No.” The man ignored him as he prepared for a body slam. Gerry felt his body fly downwards from its upside down position and slam into the ground. The last remaining wind was knocked out of him as he hit the floor, and he lay there seeing stars, barely able to breathe. He had been totally and completely dominated in a one-sided match, and the muscled youth – his own huge erection in his boxers visible to Gerry as he looked up at the titan – grinned down at him. Slowly, the lad knelt down and sat on Gerry’s face. Helpless, and unable to breathe, Gerry’s weak struggles were meaningless as he punched his fists helplessly on the lad’s iron thighs. Gerry stopped hitting the thighs, giving in completely, and rested his hands on them, feeling their incredible size and hardness. The lad started his pin count, “1… 2… 3…” and on 3, two things happened. Firstly, the lad raised his arms in triumph, flexing his huge arms, and secondly, Gerry climaxed in the biggest orgasm he’d ever experienced. Over and over he shot, flooding his briefs with cum as the lad cheered. Utterly spent, Gerry lay there as the younger man got up. Too weak to move or get up, too humiliated to speak, and too post-orgasmic to want to do anything but watch his new idol as he collected up Gerry’s clothes and kindly folded them. He placed Gerry’s clothes on top of his prone body, and then collected the picture off the wall, and put that on top of the pile. Looking down at his helpless older victim, he slid his strong arms under Gerry’s legs and back, and lifted him in a cradle carry, with his clothes and his treasured photo balanced on his stomach. As he left his flat, Gerry briefly considered the humiliation of being carried in his underwear, covered in his own cum, through the corridor of his building, but there was no point arguing. The youth carried him back into his own apartment and set him down on his bed. Gerry looked up at him, prone and helpless even in his own home, wondering about this act of kindness. The lad took the photo off his older toy’s near-naked body and placed it on his bedside table. “I’ll come back tomorrow to win it back” he said. And with that, he turned and left. Gerry lay there, astonished, and despite having cum so hard, so recently, hard again knowing that he had no choice but to take this lad’s punishment again tomorrow.

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Kocam tam bir profesyonel.
Beni yatakta yolds.
com sürekli boşaltıyor ve bunu nasıl yapacağını da çok iyi biliyor.
Benim ki normal boşalma değil bildiğiniz fışkırtıyorum sularımı ardından dizlerime bir titreme vuruyor ve daha üzerinde duramıyorum.
O kadar çok hoşuma gidiyor ki sanki bulutların üzerinde uçuyor gibi hissediyorum her seferinde.
Kocam müthiş.
Ona nasıl bir fantezi anlatmamı istediğini sorduğumda bana “senin başka bir erkekle sikişiyormuş gibi anlatmanı istiyorum” dedi.
Bunu duymak amımın ıslanmasına neden olmuştu.
Ama yinede tereddütte kalmış, acaba ağzımımı arıyor diye kuşkuya kapılmıştım.
Bende ona “o halde önce sen başla ben devam ettireyim” diye karşılık vermiştim.
Kocam amımı yalıyor, göğüslerimi okşuyor ve bir yandan da bana “hadi karıcığım anlat bana.
Kocaman yarağı olan biriyle sikiştiğini anlat” demeye başladı.
Amımı öyle büyük bir iştah ile yalıyordu ki daha fazla kendimi bastıramadım ve ona çok güzel bir sikiş fantazisi anlattım.
O anda başka bir erkeği düşünerek onunla hayalimde bir güzel sikiştim.
İlk defa kocamı hayalimde aldatıyordum ve inanılmaz zevk almıştım.
Kimbilir bunun gerçeği nasıl olur diye düşünmeye başlamıştım.
Artık her sevişmemizde ona fantaziler anlatıyor kendimi başka erkeklere siktiriyor,bazen iki yarak birden içime alıyor ve delicesine sevişiyordum.

Öyle şeyler anlatıyordumki, kocama daha fazla zevk vermeye çalışıyor,beni bir an önce başka erkeklere siktirmesi için ona zemin hazırlıyordum.
Bir gece sevişirken bu amacıma ulaşmıştım.
Ben fantezi Tekirdağ Escort anlatırken kendimden geçmiş “oooh sikin beni.
yarak istiyorum….
köküne kadar sokun bana…”diye inlemeye başlamış kocamda “sikiş karıcığım.
Köküne kadar al içine.
Bende sizi seyrederim”diye karşılık vermişti.
Artık iş fantaziden çıkmış karşılıklı konuşmaya dönüşmüştü.
Ama bu fırsatı iyi kullanmak ve bir an önce başka bir erkekle sikişme fikrini gerçekleştirmek istiyordum.
”Bizi seyretmek sana zevk verirmi kocacığım? Beni kıskanmazmısın?”diye ağzını aramak maksadıyla bir soru yönelttim.
O da bana “kıskanırım karıcığım ama bu çok hoşuma gidiyor.
Seni başka bir erkekle sikişirken izlemek kimbilir ne kadar güzel olur” diye cevap verdi.
Bende ona “bu sana zevk veriyorsa senin için zevkle yaparım, hem kıskanacak ne varki ben yalnızca seni seviyorum hayatım” diye cevap vermiş bir yandanda amımı ağzına, yüzüne iyice bastırıyordum.
Kocamın gözü önünde kendimi başka erkeklere siktirmek için can atıyordum.

Biliyordum ki onu ikna ettikten sonra bu kapı açılacak ve bende başka erkeklerle, onların kocaman yarakları ile günümü gün edecektim.
Hatta onun çok beğendiğim bazı arkadaşlarıyla bile sikişebilirdim.
Aklıma birden bu jeton düştü.
Amımı yalama faslından sonra sikme faslına geçmişti.
Yine herzamanki sıradanlıkla beni sırt üstü yatırdı ve sikmeye başladı.
Bende dudaklarımı kulağına iyice yaklaştırıp “Sok Serkan, kocamın gözü önünde çatır çatır sik beni.
” diye kocamın bir arkadaşının ismini söylemeye başladım.
Tekirdağ Escort Bayan Kocamın hiç sesi çıkmıyor daha ateşli ve hızlı bir şekilde sikiyordu beni.
Anladım ki o da çok zevk alıyordu.
Artık durmamalıydım ve kocamın boşalmasına yakın “Kökle Serkan’ım… Amımın derinliklerine fışkırt döllerini.
Oooh erkeğim benim” dedim ve kocamda çok büyük bir arzu ile fışkırttı içime.
Yanıma uzandı ve bana “Bu Serkan sakın bizim Serkan olmasın” dedi.
Bende “evet kocacığım” diye cevap verdim.

”Onunla sikişmek istermisin?” dediği anda kalbim duracak gibi oldu.
Ama durmamalıydım ve tüm cesaretimi toplayarak “evet…Hemde çook” diye cevap verdim.
”Yarın onu sana getireceğim.
Yarın akşam çok seksi olmalısın.
” dediği anda hem şaşırmış,hemde dünyalar benim olmuştu.
Ertesi günü iple çekiyordum.
Kocam işe gittiği anda bende yataktan kalkmış,Güzelce yıkanmış,bacaklarıma ve amıma ağda yapmış, akşama doğru en seksi kıyafetimi ve siyah ipeksi iç çamaşırlarımı giymiş,yüzüme seksi bir makyaj yaparak ve kokular sürünerek beklemeye koyulmuştum.
Çok geçmeden kapı çalındı ve heyecendan elim, ayağım titremeye başlamıştı.
Kapıyı açtığım anda beni bir sürpriz bekliyordu.
Kocamın yanında Serkan’la beraber başka bir erkek daha vardı.

Anlaşılan kocam beni, aynı anda iki kişi ile sikişirken izlemek istiyordu.
Bilmiyor ki enayi kocam kendimi zevkle siktireceğim bu erkeklere.
Serkan 1.
85 boylarında 80 kilo,atletik yapılı esmer ve çok yakışıklı tam bir erkek.
Yanındaki de ondan aşağı Escort Tekirdağ kalır gibi değil.
Anlaşılan bu gece benim gecem olacak.
Bu düşünceleri bir kenara bırakıp tatlı ve seksi bir gülücükle misafirlerimize ve sevgili kocama “Hoşgeldiniz” dedim ve hemen salona geçtik.
Beni yeni misfirimizle tanıştırdılar.
ismi Murat olan bu kişi de meğersem Serkan’ın ortağıymış.
Ortaklıklar pekişecek ve bundan sonra kocama da ortak olacaklardı anlaşılan.
Tabii sermayede seve seve ben olacaktım.
Karşılıklı hal ve hatır faslından sonra, Serkan’a özel yaptığım yemekleri hepimiz afiyetle yedik.
Bu arada misafirlerimize seksi bakışlar fırlatıyor “acaba niye geldiklerini biliyorlarmı?” diye gözlerinden birşeyler okumaya çalışıyordum.

Daha sonra ben mutfaktayken kocam yanıma geldi.
Hemen ona büyük bir merakla “Onlara söyledin mi?”diye bir soru yönelttim.
Kocam “hayır,cesaret edemedim.
Sadece hadi bize gidelim,yemeği bizde yeriz.
Nazan’ın aşçılığı mükemmeldir dedim onlar da geldi.
”diye cevap verdi.
O iki erkeği içimde istiyordum ve sadece yemeklerini yedirip gönderecek değildim.
Kocamın yapamadığı şeyi ben yapmalıydım ve elime fırsat geçmişken kendimi bu adamlara siktirmeliydim.
”Merak etme ben hallederim, sen burada kal sonra gelirsin.
Onlar beni çatır çatır sikerken sende izlersin tamammı kocacığım*”dedim ve salona geçtim.
İki ortak yan yana oturuyordu.
Yanlarına gidip ortalarına oturdum ve ikisinin sikine aynı anda ellerimi uzatarak ”Bu geceyi biraz güzelleştirsek nasıl olur?*” dedim.
İkiside çok korktu ve heyecanla Serkan “Nazan! Tamer gelir şimdi ne yapıyorsun?” dedi.
Bende “Korkma sevgilim.
Zaten seni bu iş için çağırmıştık eve.
Ama Murat’ında gelişi tam bir sürpriz oldu.
Kocamın gözü önünde sikin hadi beni” diyerek siklerini pantolonlarının üzerinden okşuyordum.
 

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