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I glanced at my phone and pursed my lips. My leg was shaking I was so antsy. A hand gripped my knee and I glanced at my mom who was smiling gently, squeezing it once before sighing. “He’s going to be landing any minute,” she teased and I nodded, still feeling fidgety. Clay hadn’t even fully graduated a week ago and he was already shipped off with the team to a game. I was nibbling on my nail, sighing as I continued to shake my leg impatiently.

“I just checked the board, his plane’s touched down,” my dad walked over, handing my mom a small coffee. She smiled, sipping it as she glanced at me. “So are you coming home with us tonight or-“

“I think I’m going to stay with him until he travels again,” I grumbled, crossing my arms I slumped back into the bench. They both looked at each other and my dad sighed, laughing once.

“You’re worse than I was when I got to see your mom after months. Bruno it’s been a week,” he teased but I could only roll my eyes. “He called you before taking off right?” he pressed and I sighed, nodding.

“I get it dad, it’ll get easier as time goes on. It’s just we saw each other every day,” I muttered, leaning forward and rubbing my hands together. I couldn’t get this anxious feeling to subside. It was weird how comfortable I was with him around, and how off balance I felt without him by my side. I used to make fun of him for being this obsessed with me, but it’s finally caught up to me.

“Come on, let’s go wait by the terminal exit,” my mom nudged me and I sighed, pushing up and shoving my hands into my shorts. I glanced down at myself, pursing my lips as I thought about how I looked. I had a simple tank top on and loose shorts, my hair pulled back into an elastic. Clay insisted I grew it out a bit more, that my long hair looked kind of sexy or something?

I took a deep breath and studied the corridor as we walked together, my dad holding my mom’s hand as they laughed and talked quietly. My heart was racing at the thought of seeing him again. They slowed down, stopping by one of the main stairwells that led to the baggage claim. I was staring up the stairs, waiting for something familiar to catch my eye. Soon enough a large mass of people started coming down the stairs. I noticed a lot of guys in shorts and t-shirts, seeming to be somewhat coordinated. As they got closer my heart jumped realizing it was his team.

Then I saw him, laughing as he nudged another player, his smile huge as he pushed his hair back. He glanced over, and I nearly lost my breath when our eyes met. The look on his face made my heart skip a fucking beat. He hurried down the stairs, my heart racing as I watched him make a b-line right to me. There was some hesitation as I looked around, noticing his teammates looking at him curiously. But when he got about halfway all of my reason left me. And I did about the dumbest, most cliché thing anyone would do waiting for their fucking partner. I hurried over and jumped into his arms. He laughed, catching me, his hands gripping my ass, his smile huge as I slid my hands into his hair.

“God I fucking missed you,” I grumbled, pressing my face into his. He kissed me a few times, sighing happily when I hugged him, nuzzling my face into his neck. I inhaled deeply, wafting his deodorant and cologne all at once. It filled my mind, my whole body relaxing as if it finally took a breath of fresh air. This was stupid.

“What a welcome home,” he teased, squeezing my ass. Finally embarrassment settled in, and I cleared my throat, pulling back as I glanced at the ground.

“Y-you can let me down now,” I muttered and he bit his lip, shaking his head.

“One more kiss,” he teased and I sighed, already irritated with how cheeky he was. I pressed my forehead to his and pouted.

“I missed you until you got here and started being annoying,” but he only laughed as I rolled my eyes, his lips covering mine to shut me up. I couldn’t help but kiss him back, enjoying the warmth. His lips were soft, his tongue hot as it teased my mouth a few times. When I pulled away he let me go, curling a loose strand of my hair on his finger.

“You look really fucking hot right now,” he muttered, his eyes drifting down my body, a slight droop to his eyelids as he smirked. God it looked sexy.

“Yeah well, my parents want to take you out to lunch,” I grabbed his hand, pulling it to my mouth as I studied him. He looked past me, letting me kiss his hand as he smiled at my parents.

“Let me get my luggage, say bye to the team, then I’m all yours,” he whispered, pinching my chin. I sighed, letting him kiss me before he walked away. I hugged myself, feeling uneasy as his team studied me.

“That boy loves you,” my mom teased, rubbing my shoulder blades. I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my head forward as I bit my lip.

“He istanbul travesti really does,” I sighed, glancing up to see him studying me as someone talked to him. My stomach turned excitedly as he winked at me. What an ass. Then he flagged me over and I hesitated until my mom’s hand pushed the small of my back. I sighed, letting my feet drag me across the airport.

“Bruno, this is Jacob and Max,” he gestured to the two guys. One had a crazy afro, barely held back by a large band, the other had a buzz so short he nearly looked bald.

“Hey,” I held my hand out and they both shook it.

“This is my boyfriend,” Clay beamed and I felt my face get hot as more people on the team glanced at us. Before I could say anything else the buzzer for the luggage thing sounded off making me jump. I felt so skittish. There was a nagging in the back of my mind now that he was on a professional team he needed to keep me a secret again. It seemed wrong to be so open about us, especially with all of his male teammates.

“So Bruno, how’s it feel knowing your boyfriend’s a pro player?” Jacob nudged my arm and I pursed my lips, glancing at Clay before shrugging.

“He’s just Clay to me. And besides the travelling and training schedule nothing else really seems different?” that answer seemed dumb. I had no idea why I was filled with so much anxiety now. Up until they started playing games and travelling this weird nervousness never existed. But now, I couldn’t stop feeling some weird paranoia. Anxiety clouded my mind all the time.

“Just give it some time, this one’s a damn star in the making!” Max laughed, nudging Clay who smiled. His eyes shifted to meet mine and his smile faltered. “He’s going to be rookie of the year. Just wait!” he continued and I nodded, forcing a smile as I nudged myself into Clay’s side.

“He’s amazing so I don’t doubt that,” I breathed, glancing at the belt. I was just hoping for his bag to show up. His arm wrapped around my waist unexpectedly, pulling me against him. I blushed and sighed, crossing my arms and leaning into his body a bit. I blocked out all the chatter, staring at the bags.

“Well it was nice putting a fact to the name,” Jacob breathed and I flinched, glancing at him. He was still smiling at me. “The fucker won’t shut up about you honestly!” he laughed, Clay sighing. He looked embarrassed, studying me then. “He’s so damn smitten it’s almost disgusting,” he snorted, Clay nudging him before jerking away. I watched him grab his bag.

“The whole team knows, you don’t have to feel weird about it,” Max started quietly. I hesitated, my thoughts stuck on the tip of my tongue when Clay came back. His hand brushed across my ass before he grabbed my hip and pulled me close to him.

“Ready to go get lunch?” he breathed and I nodded, ignoring the obvious embarrassment I was feeling.

“It was nice to meet you guys too, by the way!” I offered then and they both chuckled, waving as Clay pushed me off. He slung his bag over his shoulder, his other hand sliding into mine. It felt so perfect. My dad smiled, offering Clay a hug. He hugged my mom too before we all walked off to the car. My dad started first, talking about his recent games, his schedule, how everything was going.

We got into the car, Clay still holding my hand as he laughed and chatted with my dad. I was distracted, not really paying attention at all until my arm got tugged. “Huh?” I gasped, Clay studying me with a confused look on his face.

“I asked if you were ok with burgers?” my mom smiled and I nodded, forcing another smile. My eyes darted to Clay who looked confused and worried all at once. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat, squeezing his hand. My thumb rubbed the back of it as I turned to lean to my window. He lifted my hand up, kissing it softly and I bit my lip, glancing over at him.

“I love you,” he mouthed and that crazy warm, tingling sensation filled me up from head to toe.

“I love you too,” I sighed, his smile taking my breath away. This felt too dumb and overwhelming. How was I this in love with him?! We pulled into a parking lot and I felt relieved to be able to get some food or something. In fact my parents were so excited to talk to Clay it was almost shocking, but I appreciated how much attention they were paying him through the entire meal. I got to just sit there and listen while I tried to figure out what was up with me. As we drove Clay back to his apartment my anxiety turned to excitement.

“Is it ok if I stay with you?” I asked suddenly, Clay looking at me wide eyed.

“Y-yeah of course. It’s going to be boring when I have to go train though,” he muttered but I just shrugged. He sighed, smiling then as he nodded. “How long did you want to stay for?” he breathed and I hesitated, my stomach knotting up.

“The whole summer,” I whispered, my mom glancing back at me curiously. Clay looked a bit shocked by that too. I fidgeted, feeling like a weight was lifted off me. But a new uncertainty was filling me. Was I too istanbul travestileri into this? Was I more interested in this relationship than he was? Was I diving in too deep? He still hadn’t even brought up marriage and we were past his graduation.

I thought maybe after he graduated and his schedule was really set he’d figure something out. But I hadn’t heard anything. His conversation with Jake back from Christmas swirled around violently in my brain almost every time I thought about it. I wanted to ask him, to make sure he still felt that way, but since then I’ve held those feelings back.

“Well, if that’s the case why didn’t you say so before we came out here with just one bag of clothes for you?” my dad teased and I frowned, crossing my arms.

“I just thought of it now,” I admitted and Clay sighed, his hand rubbing my leg.

“I don’t think that’s really necessary, because I’ll be traveling a lot and-“

“Do you not want me around?” I asked, my heart sinking. He looked confused and I bit my lip, recoiling from my own panic as I took a deep breath. We drove the last stretch of the trip with very little conversation after my outburst. It was a bit awkward and I had no idea how to fix it.

“Thanks for picking me up again,” Clay sighed, hugging my parents as we climbed out of the car. My dad nodded, handing his bag over while I snagged mine from the trunk. My mom hugged me, rubbing my back soothingly.

“Talk to him,” she whispered and I sighed, nodding once as she pulled away. My dad hugged me before turning back to the car.

“Next trip is in a few weeks right?” my dad asked and Clay nodded. “Alright, see you then!” he waved and Clay did too, watching them pull off before he turned to me. He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing.

“What’s going on?” he demanded and I hesitated. Before I could answer he sighed and grabbed my hand. “Come on, we’re talking,” he grumbled. I could only follow him dejectedly. He dropped his bag on the ground once we walked into the doorway, kicking his shoes off. I did the same, taking a deep breath as he just walked upstairs. My heart raced as I followed him, turning into his room to see him crawling onto the bed and lying back comfortably.

“You wanted to talk, right?” I asked shyly and he sighed, patting the bed next to him as his other hand slid under his head. I took a deep breath and crawled onto the bed, cuddling up against him. The way his arm wrapped around me, the feeling of his body against mine was everything I needed.

“What’s going on in here?” he scrunched my hair as he slid his fingers along my scalp. It felt so nice. I closed my eyes, wiggling closer as my leg and arms wrapped around him. My face rubbed up against his neck and I sighed, kissing him softly.

“I feel like I’m the only one still crazy in love. You seem so fine when I’m not around, like you don’t need me anymore. Like we got through everything and now you’re living your best life with almost nothing holding you back anymore. Where do I still fit in?” I whispered and he sighed, rolling onto his side and pulling me tight against him.

“Bruno you’re everything to me,” he grumbled, his leg sliding over mine. The way his arms tightened around me, how his hands gripped my body, all of it was overwhelming. “I was forced out of the closet, and you were there to make it better. Every day when things happen, or even if nothing happens at all, you’re the one I want to call and talk to. You told me to go pro, to not hold myself back. None of this new stuff changes who you are and what you mean to me,” his voice was soft, lulling me into a deep sense of security.

“B-but what about getting married? Do you still not want to?” I couldn’t hold it back. He tensed up and then sighed, rubbing my back.

“Why are you so caught up in that?” he muttered and I bit my lip, feeling anxious all over again.

“Because, I-I told you before that marriage means a lot to me. It’s how two people really tell each other they love each other. So if you don’t want to marry me, then to me that means-“

“Hey,” he leaned back, grabbing my face, his eyes stern as he studied my face. “Who said I didn’t want to marry you?” he sounded frustrated.

“W-well you haven’t-“

“Bruno, what’s the rush?” he softened, his forehead still wrinkled as his eyes struggled to understand what was going on in my mind.

“I don’t know!” I groaned, clinging to him as I tried to hide my face in his chest. “I feel so anxious and panicked when we’re apart. It’s like how you said it felt back when we first started dating. Any amount of time away from you feels suffocating,” his chest muffled me, but I knew he could hear me. He took a deep breath then laughed, his fingers easing the elastic out of my hair. I felt his lips on my head as his hand teased and tugged through it.

“Do you finally love me as much as I love you?” he joked then and I scoffed, about to pull away when his grip locked around me, his body tense. “I’m just messing with you Bruno. travesti istanbul Of course I know you love me. I was so excited to come home today, to see you at the airport. It made me so fucking happy that you couldn’t help but jump into my arms,” he breathed, rubbing his hand up and down the back of my neck as he eased my muscles and rustled my hair.

“That was so embarrassing,” I sighed and he chuckled, grabbing my hair and tugging. I tilted my head to meet his gaze, his smile melting me entirely.

“I thought it was cute, and kind of sexy too,” he breathed, leaning close. Our noses brushed and I held my breath until his lips touched mine. We kissed tenderly, holding each other lovingly as our lips parted and slid against each other. “Why are you so worried about me not loving you?” he asked suddenly and I froze.

“Because that’s what always happens. Everyone gets what they need from me, and then they move on,” I mumbled and he sighed, pushing me down onto the bed. He straddled my hips, leaning over me with a warm smile as he grabbed my face.

“You want to know what I need from you Bruno?” he muttered and I swallowed hard, nodding as my heart pounded in my chest. “I need you to stay by my side. And if I’m far away I need you to pick up the phone when I call. And turn your camera on, no matter what! Especially when I miss your face,” he kissed my cheek and I sighed, laughing then as he started kissing me all over. “And never, ever stop loving me. That would fucking kill me,” he grumbled. I sighed, feeling so much better as I let my hands rest on his thighs.

“Ok, I get it,” I conceded, trying not to smile as he gripped my hair and kissed my jaw to my neck.

“And don’t ever stop being so fucking handsome, and cute, and sexy, and everything that drives me fucking crazy,” he muttered, his voice getting rougher. I trembled, my dick already throbbing as I felt his mouth open and his tongue and teeth tease my neck.

“H-hey wait! Don’t you want to shower, or change, or unpack?” I gasped as his hand reached down and pushed up under my shirt.

“No, I want you,” his voice was gruff, his hand hot as it slid along my skin. His thumb brushed my nipple, his fingers teasing it as he started sucking on my ear. My fingers clawed at his thighs, my body already burning up. “You’re so sensitive, has it been too long?” he teased.

“It’s been almost two weeks,” I groaned. He sighed, biting me then. I gasped, my back arching as thrills ran through my body.

“I know. I’ve been jerking off every day, three times a day sometimes,” he panted, kissing up my neck to my mouth. His lips crushed mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth and violating me. It was hypnotizing, the heat of his breath, of his mouth against mine. The grip of his hand on the back of my neck was making me feel mushy inside. “God fuck, Bruno I can’t stand to be apart from you for so long,” he gasped, his teeth grazing my lips before he groaned and filled my mouth with his tongue again. Then his hand gripped my cock through my shorts. My body arched, my eyes rolling back as thrills of pleasure tore through me.

“Fuck Clay,” I reached up, gripping the back of his head and clawing at his shoulder as he sucked and nibbled at my neck.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he grumbled, his hand rubbing against my crotch. He gripped my balls and I groaned, my legs pushing against his. He pushed up, yanking his shirt off. My hands ran over his stomach and chest, pushing through his hair as he leaned back over.

“You’re so hot,” I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him as he adjusted to push his shorts off. My legs worked out from under him as we both awkwardly worked around each other, desperately wanting to kiss each other and undress at the same time. He was in his briefs, the fabric barely in place as his hands undid my shorts. I pulled away, yanking my shirt off eagerly as he gripped my pants and tugged them off. My briefs slipped off my one hip, my dick springing out easily.

“Oh god yes,” he threw my shorts away, collapsing to the bed between my legs, gripping me in his arms as his hands and mouth captured my cock. I thrusted up into the air, my eyes closing tight as the heat of his mouth, his tongue, devoured my shaft. He’d groan and hum as he worked me toward his throat. I felt both his hands and his mouth all over my cock and balls. There wasn’t an inch of my crotch he wasn’t touching or devouring.

“Gonna cum!” I cried out when he gripped my thigh and waist, forcing me to lunge deep into his throat. His fingers clawed at my body, his head bobbing eagerly. I grabbed his hair, groaning as my ass clenched and body trembled. My balls churned as my hips bucked, cum leaking out and filling his mouth. He moaned, sucking hard as he bobbed his head. His tongue and the pressure of his swallowing milked my cock, my eyes crossing as it felt like all of my muscles contracted then melted simultaneously.

“God, I don’t want to stop,” he groaned after pulling away, his hands gripping my briefs and yanking them off. He pushed my thighs open, his mouth and tongue on my balls and taint. I trembled, whimpering as my whole body tingled. His hands eased my legs up, my ass lifting up off the bed more. And then I felt his tongue, sliding around and plunging inside of me.

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I was giddy, over the moon, I went about my usual day cleaning planning dinner for Gary and I, there was a loud bang at the door, then someone was banging on my suite door. I looked in the peephole it was Gary’s girlfriend.

“Can I help you? What is all this stuff at my doorway?”

“It’s your queer assed boyfriends stuff faggot, you can have him and his little dick too. You make me sick you fucking queers.”

I simply smiled at her, almost laughed at her.

“Thank you very much for delivering Gary’s stuff, have a great day you evil Bitch.”

I grabbed the boxes she had dropped at my front door, it was all Gary’s personal stuff, clothing colognes deodorant, the clothes all very dirty and smelly. I sorted what was here, I grabbed his sweats and tee he had here, it made three loads of laundry. I got it all washed, dried and folded, I made room in my dresser and closet for Gary’s clothes.

When Gary got home he looked better not so dragged out, not so tired and weary looking. I told him his girlfriend had dropped his clothes off in a couple of boxes, I told her thank you for the delivery bitch. He laughed and apologized and added ex girlfriend, I showed him where his clean clothes were so he could shower and put on something more comfortable, I also handed him a key for my apartment.

Gary smiled at me, he grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss.

“Thank you for all of this Bill, I really appreciate it and you of course.”

He gave me one more kiss then headed for the shower, I got his dirty clothes and put them in the hamper. He came out of the bathroom naked and rock hard of course.

“Bill any chance you and I could you know, maybe do a few things, something, anything, I am so horny right now, Please Bill.”

“Of course Gary I would love to do somethings with you.”

Gary stretched out on the bed naked, clean and smelling oh so good, he even tasted good, I licked him head to toe, I found spots on this mans body no one had ever explored. Gary was over the moon, he moaned he groaned, he yelped a few times, I sucked his balls into my mouth and massaged them. I took his huge penis in my mouth and lathered it up with spittle.

I reached over and grabbed the lube from the drawer, Gary watched me as I slopped the lube on his cock, I slicked up my hole and got on top of him. His knob was so thick, once in, his cock istanbul travesti slowly disappeared deep inside of me. The look on Gary’s face was priceless, he seemed shocked, euphoric and ready to fill my hole with his seed.

We started slow, then I rode him harder, I suggested we change positions, we would try doggy style, Gary was so gentle at first till I told him to fuck that hole. The man gave it to me after that, his cock pounded my hole, his balls slapping my taint. Gary was breathing hard, his cock stiffened and wham he blasted my innards with his seed.

Gary collapsed on top of me, I slowly laid down, his cock still deep inside me, Gary held me like he and I would fall off the bed.

“Dammit Bill that ass of yours is so tight, it took all I had to not shoot a load in the first few seconds.”

“Well Gary I hope that you will be able to hold back and maybe go a few more rounds next time.”

Gary seemed to perk up, his cock hardening once more, his cock drilled me harder this time, I tried to hold him inside me, clamping down on his cock only made him cum that much sooner. Gary flooded me with his cum, I was dripping all over our bed. Gary rolled off of me and laid there worn out spent, no more cum to give me right now.

I got a towel and cleaned the man off, he put on his sweats and he and I would have a beer, I checked on dinner, set the table and served us up our meal. Sitting across from him I knew I had feelings for this man already, I could love this man. He too stared at me, I knew he appreciated the meals the sex and the care I put in to looking after him.

Gary helped with clean up, his cock once again awake and ready for more action, he was at the sink rinsing dishes, I pulled his sweats down and got in front of him sitting on the floor. Garys massive cock semi erect and ready. I swallowed him to the base. Gary fucked my mouth my head between him and the cupboard.

His balls quick to react, I drained the man of yet another load of cum, his knees weak, his cock slowly dripping more of his precious seed inside my wanting mouth. Gary’s balls slowly descended back into place, I sat there watching his cock slowly soften. I knew if I took it back in my mouth I could drain him of one more load.

Gary stepped back his sweats still at his ankles, he pulled me up, his lips on mine, my own cock raging istanbul travestileri hard and ready for whatever he planned to do to me at this point. Gary bent me over the kitchen table, pulled off my boxers, spread my legs and spit in his hand and lubed up his cock. He slowly pressed his cock into my hole, his cock hit me in all the right places.

Gary grabbed my cock in his hand and stroked me, his cock in deep, it felt so good to have him inside me and with him stroking me I was so close. I clamped down on his cock with my ass, Gary fucked me harder, stroked my cock with a tighter grip. He and I shot at the same time, my body contorted as he filled me full of cum.

He stood there his cock still deep inside me, his hand still holding my softening cum soaked cock, Gary turned me around and kissed me, a long deep sensual kiss,, he and I walked to the bathroom our steps short as he had his sweats at the ankles I had my boxers at mine.

I wiped him clean, kissed his cock, then pulled up his sweats, stood and kissed him, he went to the living room to get comfy on the couch. I cleaned myself up and joined him with a beer for us both, he was laid out, he lifted his head and he would lay with his head on my lap. I gently stroked his hair as he laid there, Gary soon off to dreamland.

I watched a few hours of tv while he slept on me, I was so happy to have met this man, I woke him, he and I snuggled up in bed and soon were off to sleep. Gary and I were both off as it was Saturday, we did not really have any plans I needed a few groceries but nothing that important.

I woke up at seven, he was asleep, his face facing my own, he really was a handsome man, the dark hair against his tanned skin, his full lips, long eyelashes. I was in love with this man, there was no denying it. Gary woke up, he and I looking at each other, he leaned in for a kiss, he got on top of me, his cock like a steel bar, his hands holding mine above my head.

Gary kissed me over and over, his lips meshing with my own, he had this look.

“Everything okay Gary?”

“Better than okay Bill, everything is perfect, you are perfect, I Love you Babe.”

I laid there, I was at a loss for words, a tear ran down my face, Gary leaned in and kissed me.

“I love you too Gary but I thought you were straight?”

“Babe I am pretty sure I am not straight, travesti istanbul pretty sure I never really was being honest. I’m in love with a man, I have never had better sex than I have ever had in my entire life as I have had with you Babe, so straight no I am pretty sure I am not.”

I pulled back my legs and Gary got into position, he grabbed the lube and slicked himself up, his cock slowly entered my ass. Dam he was big and long and perfect in every way, Gary stared at me as his cock slid in and out of me. He leaned in and kissed me, his strokes harder, he needed to cum, he leaned back grabbed my own cock and stroked me as he fucked me.

I clamped down on his cock and he shot, his orgasm triggered my own, he and I rode the wave of the orgasm. Gary laid on my chest, his cock slipping out of me, my legs came down and he got comfortable on top of me. I held him close to me, he soon dozed off, I laid there I was over the moon right now, Gary woke as there was a loud knock at the door, I put on a robe and looked in the peephole.

“Gary I think it’s for you, it’s her.”

I did not open the door, I let her stand there, Gary got up and walked to the door, he slowly opened it, putting his foot so she could not barge in.

“What? What the fuck do you want?”

I had never heard Gary swear before, he was always so polite and well mannered.

“Gary I want you back Babe, I love you.”

Even listening to her words made me want to vomit, I did not know this woman but I detested her. Gary stood there not a word spoken, she came in closer to reach out to touch him. Gary pulled back, this look of distaste on his face.

“Get out, get away from me and Bill, if you ever come near us we will call the police, you are the most awful person I have ever had the displeasure of meeting and being with, even the though of you trying to touch me makes me want to be sick.”

She stepped back, I knew she would retaliate, she leaned in and spit on Gary. I grabbed paper towel and went to wipe it off of him.

“Fucking queer cock sucking cocksuckers, you make me sick.”

“But yet your here trying to get Gary back, you are one fucked up individual.”

Gary shut the door and locked it, she spit on our door yelling cocksuckers. I went out and wiped it off, we ran into her a few times, she gave us some hassle, nothing Gary and I could not handle. She was eventually evicted from the building, I was told for rent not being paid for months. Gary and I were happy the sex only got better with time, Gary could go for hours at a time, he was wearing me out.

I love him more today than I did yesterday.

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Another time around Easter, we were naked and going at it, but he wouldn’t let me make him cum. He’d also sucked and stroked me, and did fuck me some, but he wouldn’t let me come, either way! I was going a little crazy wanting relief one way or the other when he sat up and said, “Here,” handing me some clothes. “Put these on for me.”

Thrown a little off guard, I let him pass me the clothes, which turned out to be a skirt, very short like a cheerleading skirt, and a numbered singlet, meant to be worn over a blouse, with high school colours. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Just put them on for fun.”

‘Don’t worry’? Just for fun’? Easy for him to say! In my teenage angst I’m mortified. What happens if someone sees me! Obviously not thinking it through, since if anyone saw me naked with another guy, the skirt wouldn’t really matter! I don’t recall if we said it back then, but I sure was thinking ‘WTF’!

To bring you up to date, we still went to the brickyard on occasion, but we’d managed to get together at his place a couple of times. I was really into these classic “suck and fuck” scenarios, and having been taught to douche, they were bare and very hot! As you prolly already know from my stories of being inducted into these untold M2M pleasures, I was eager and therefore pliable, perhaps even submissive. I was becoming a ‘boy’ without knowing it, so when he said in a parental tone of voice “put it on already,” I put it on.

The skirt was short, barely fitting my waist, and I recall ripping the closure getting it fastened. I managed to get it on, the front tented, the back riding up my ass. As I pulled the singlet on, noticing it didn’t even cover my belly button, I heard a light knock on the door. “My friend” he said, a smirk on his face as he looked me over, eyes briefly stopping on the tent in my skirt. “You’re going to like this” as he let another ‘dad’ kind of guy in. “This is Claude.”

As introductions the order of the moment, my friend, previously referred to as ‘he’, is Francis. Claude: slightly dark complexion, short, dark curly hair and modest (for the day) sideburns was slightly taller and not as stocky. Tall, dark, handsome.

As we’re talking about appearances, I suppose I should mention, as per the style of the day, my dirty blond hair was pretty long, almost reaching my shoulders. Nervous and not sure of the picture I made, standing nearly naked in a very short skirt and singlet, I stuck my hand out to shake anyway. He stepped right past my hand and reaching with both arms hugged me, leaning to kiss and nuzzle my left ear. His forward movement caused the tented skirt and my cock to fold up against my belly, my balls just hanging free. As he humped me some, I think in recognition of my erect state, I caught a light waft of booze.

“I’ve waited so long for this, Marie,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. Marie? Pulling me closer into his hug I could feel his bulge pressing on my bare belly right above the waistband of my skirt. I wanted to find out about this “Marie” business but, right then, Francis came up behind me to join the hug, pressing his cock between my cheeks and making a humping motion. Claude stepped back and quickly stripped, leaving his BSD (big swinging dick) half standing, bouncing more than swinging as it grew. “Clean up,” Francis whispered in my ear. Those words, accompanied by him tonguing my ear, sent shivers through my body. When he felt the time was right, he nudged me forward with one hand, the other on my shoulder pressing insistently down.

This was the moment of reckoning! Run, or…?

Quick recap: dressed in a short skirt and cheerleader singlet, I’m practically naked. I’m also erect and desperately wanting to cum. Plus, Francis has done a great job warming up both the mouth and ass he has so carefully trained, so….

…..I knelt, leaning forward to ceremoniously kiss the tip of Claude’s penis, by way of introducing mouth and penis. Not istanbul travesti fully hard, it still jumped at the touch, leaving a trace of pre-cum on my lips and bumping my nose. Licking my lips, I used my right hand to point it at my mouth, again kissing the tip. And there was a lot of tip, as there was no foreskin. This was different! I opened my mouth to take him in, but he pulled away.

Behind my back, Francis had motioned Claude towards the couch. He walked around me to sit, with his legs spread, a soppy, happy kind of smile on his face. Francis moved to the side as I turned on my knees, shuffling forward. Tucked in between his legs, I leaned in for a better look at his cock. Not as fat and a little longer than Francis, it was topped by a lovely, pronounced purplish plum shaped head. Pre-cum was flowing freely from the slit. Sticking my tongue out, I lapped it up, enjoying the lightly salty musky taste, before parting my lips to take the plum into my mouth, one hand going for the base of the shaft to control how deep he could get, the other his balls.

Using my tongue, I licked all over before, parting lips, tongue sill dancing, took the head into my mouth. For some reason my lips and tongue were extra sensitive. I’d felt this once before with Francis and it had led to the longest, most sensuous, blow job we’d had. The feeling was amazing, especially the firm rim of the plum head, as my tongue swirled around it and when my lips closed behind it, locking it in. He groaned and so did I. He gently thrust his hips and the feeling of his cock moving in my mouth was as intense as stroking my cock. Man, did it feel good. Pleasure building, I felt like I could do this for hours.

Soon though, I felt movement behind me and a hard cock settling between my cheeks, thrusting upwards in that unmistakable motion. As Francis frotted me, his shaft was making lewd contact with my anus as it slid up and down, lighting me up down there too. Reaching, he grasped my cock and started to stroke me. I’m getting really high on all this mouth, ass and cock action and barely heard him say “Good girl, Marie”. Holy fuck there it was again! ‘Are they pretending to do his daughter or something’, I wondered?

He flipped the skirt up, exposing my ass then pulled back and centered his cock on my rosebud. Rubbing it in circles, stimulating the both of us, he eventually pressed it forward, my flower opening for him with no difficulty seeing as how warmed up I was. “Suck that cock good” he said, and pushing steadily, his cock fully entered my ass. Leaning into it, he started to fuck me, going deeper each stroke. “Good girl” he breathed. Meanwhile Claude is pumping his hips trying to push more of his meat into my mouth. Sliding through my fingers, into my mouth, he gasped and almost prematurely, explosively released his load into my mouth. Not pressed against my throat for easy swallowing, my mouth quickly filled. Under pressure cum started gushing from wherever his cock did not make a perfect seal with my mouth, running down to collect on my chin and then drip, drip, drip on my cock below.

After catching up with the flood of cum, Francis pulled out of my ass and said, “Turn around”, still licking my lips and swallowing cum I did, and he smiled “Clean up”. Looking at that fat cock that had just been in my ass, I gulped but leaned into it. Kissing the tip, I then rubbed it around my mouth, trying to get some of the cum on my face on it, and checking it out further. It looked clean and only smelt a little funky from my ass, so I opened my mouth for him. Soon I was going to town on his lovely and familiar cock, and before long I felt Claude bumping me from behind. Fast shooter though he was, there no down time for him! He pushed up the short skirt and slipped his hard cock into my already loosened ass. Cock still covered in and leaking cum, entry was easy. As the pronounced head started sliding in, he rocked it, making the istanbul travestileri fat head cock sort of studder its way through the sphincter, which promptly closed around the narrower shaft. Anchored, he pulled back. ‘Ooaahh Fuuck” I moaned through the cock in my mouth as my whole pelvic floor was pulled outwards.

Shifting gears, he pressed forward and slowly slid deeper into my ass, and bottoming out, just held still. Embedded in my ass, rocking his hips and gently thrusting forward, he was doing what I liked best about anal sex: I was full of cock, I could feel my sphincter gripping his shaft, the plum head bumping new territory. As I felt him gently pushing, relaxing, pushing, letting me feel just how much cock was inside me, I started cumming: alternately hunching and arching my back in ecstasy, my sphincter spasming shut trying to hold onto his cock, all while Francis was pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and into my throat.

After a final, bone shaking, shudder rolled through my body from my anal orgasm I completely relaxed. Both cocks now had free access, which the guys made the most of. My throat opened fully for Francis’, and I could feel his pubic hairs mashed against my lips as he seemed to be aiming for my tonsils. Meanwhile Claude, fucking my ass, was trying to do the same thing from that end! Would they meet in the middle? Stay tuned!

Wiping my chin for the last of Francis’ cum, I reached down to stroke my cum covered cock. We got into a rhythm and went on like this for some time, like a perpetual fucking machine. Finally, all the intense feelings seemed to kick up a notch and I felt all three cocks thickening and the heat in my insides rose until it exploded as first my mouth filled, then my ass, and finally my hand as we all came, grunting and gasping our releases.

I was wiped, happy but wiped. I could hear a bit of muttered conversation and soon a blanket was spread on the floor and a warm wet cloth bathed my cock, balls and ass. Then two bodies, one on each side. Holding and kissing me with all kinds of kind words, I eventually ventured to ask, “who’s Marie?” They both laughed and Claude said “She was our high school crush. Athletic, dirty blond hair, great legs, big, firm tits and an ass that belonged in the Smithsonian! We both wanted her, but she was just too religious to go past first base.” I let out a sigh of relief as this wasn’t as kinky as I thought.

I eventually felt a hard cock in front and the other behind. Francis behind, said “relax baby” and I felt a familiar knocking at my back door. Still loose, he slid right in, just like he owned it.

Meanwhile, Claude was kissing me and stroking me until hard, then pulled my legs up so I was almost bent double on my side. Again, that familiar knocking, but I was already taken, or so I thought. “You’re going to like this,” he reassured me. Francis stopped thrusting and fully seated, just moved ever so gently in and out my rectum. My favourite! Claude moved his hand from my cock to his and pointed to where Francis’ disappeared up my ass. It took some doing, and plenty of lube, but finally I could feel the head of his cock push past my ring. Whomp! It hurt but didn’t really; it was more discomfort from the extra stretching of something already stretched.

Francis, in the meantime, remained patiently waiting like they’d done this before. Claude pushed and shoved and managed to get half his cock in my ass before stopping. With a muttered “S T” he pulled out and motioned for Francis to do the same thing. As their cocks left my ass, I felt very empty.

They maneuvered until facing each other, lying back with their legs intertwined and their balls touching, both shafts standing proud. Claude motioned for me to stand and straddle Francis. Oh good, Cowboy! Or err, as I was still wearing the skirt, Cowgirl? Kneeling, I could feel Francis’ cock sliding through my butt cheeks. He motioned me up and knowing travesti istanbul what he wanted, reached, wrapping my hand around his cock to line it up. By feel, I could tell the moment it was centered, as the tip was captured by the loose folds of my anus, then started lowering myself down his shaft. Head arched back, all my senses focused on the cock entering my ass, I could feel the progress of that lovely plum head as it ploughed deep, and it felt so fucking good!

My weight, and this position, ensured I had him embedded as deeply as possible in my ass. I paused to enjoy the lovely full feeling. Eventually, wanting more, I started rocking on his cock, then trying a few experimental ups and downs. Just as I was settling into a nice fucking rhythm, Claude pushed on my back, so I was leaning forward, arms extended, hands on Francis shoulders. Then Claude sat up so his cock was in line with Francis’ (or would have if Francis wasn’t inside me). He slapped my butt to signal me to move up, and as I did, put his hands on my ass to halt me at the desired height. Aligning his cock, he thrusted upwards with his hips, tip wanting in. It went, a tad easier this time. Removing his hands from my butt, he lay back. Pushing off Francis chest, so l I was sitting upright, I was suspended over two cocks, one a little more than halfway inside, the other now just inches inside. Slowly I lowered my body taking both a little deeper into my ass. It was so intense it wasn’t far before I stopped, then just rocked forward and back to let both cocks equalize to the same depth up my ass.

I’m feeling stretched but not painfully so. I was also hard again. Francis reached for my cock stroked it. “You can do it, baby,” he said. I relaxed and then slowly let myself sink down again feeling this incredible amount of cock filling me. After what felt like a long time, I hit bottom! Full, very full. Rocking gently at first, I started to raise and lower myself inches at first them more and more inches until I was fucking those two cocks like we’d invented sex.

I was starting to move more erratically when I felt hands, one on my back the other on my chest steadying me. First one guy, then the other sat up as much as they could manage. A sandwich! With me in the middle. Ahhh man I’m so full of cock and doing my best to keep an up and down motion going but my legs are getting tired and I’m slowing down. Hands rubbed all over my body, whispered encouragement. Francis started tweaking and pulling my nipples while Claude gently swished his fingers in my ears, moving them like a tongue.

This short break and the additional stimulation helped me get a second wind. I started my humping motion again, slowly at first. They both lay back supporting their upper bodies with their arms behind them. The position allowed them to start thrusting their hips, which they did. Pleasurably full of moving cock, my insides felt like the glowing embers of a fire. Bouncing on two cocks, stroking my own, fanning the embers to fire. My whole lower body is one big ball of pleasure, when I feel an eruption of hot liquid burst inside as one of them came. Boom, my ass started spasming around the two cocks as I came and came loudly. I ejaculated and recall vividly the sight of cum shooting up in an arc, to fall, splatting on Francis’ chest and face. Groaning deep in my belly I felt the other cock in my ass erupt further painting my insides with cum.

Panting deeply, I couldn’t, or didn’t want to, move. Finally, I sort of collapsed onto my side, cocks first then a river of cum coming out of my well used ass. We all just lay there in a state of euphoria for what seemed like forever. Finally, somebody moved, and the spell was broken.

We eventually got cleaned up and, after dressing in my own clothes, it was time to go. As we said our good-byes Francis said, after a side glance at Claude, “we’re going to the hunting cabin in a few weeks for spring cleanup. We could have some more fun there if you want?” With that I left, Claude giving me a ride home. Well, close to home as I needed to walk a bit, processing what just happened and the cabin invitation. I felt my cock twitch at the thought of the latter and wondered what I was becoming.

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Back in 2010, my wife Maria and I were traveling through the coast of Brazil during our long term vacation in the months of January and February. Those were the months with more festivities. We chose Brazil because we spoke Portuguese. Since we’re from Spain, it had been an easy language to learn.

We happened to cross by a small town in the Northeast coast which had a calm atmosphere compared to the rest of the country. After going to so many parties, a little rest would do us good before moving on to the capital of the state. We rented a room to spend a few days in a resort of sorts. Simple, but accommodating, it was right by the beach, which we decided to try right away.

We fell in love with the place rather quickly. The water was crystal blue, closer to the color of the sky than any other beach we visited so far. There were a few people that day, scattered all around.

On the second day, Maria carried me to a big open area away from every one and laid down a towel so she could catch a tan. Leaving her be, I wanted to try the water again, having enjoyed the experience the day before. The waves were big and noisy, which I much preferred rather than quiet and boring. If I wanted quiet, I could go to a pool.

I let the waves take me and stopped when the water was around my waist. I looked back, planning to wave at Maria and call her in, but she had her eyes covered and seemed pretty relaxed. I tried to relax too, closing my eyes and floating a bit. I started thinking about my son back in Spain, who was about to get married. It was because of him that we would cut this vacation short. We would have stayed until the end of February if not for the wedding. It was okay, though. For a very good cause. I couldn’t believe how fast time had passed. Maria and I were in our forties, not exactly children, but we had been when we got married and had our son. Somehow we managed even though we were so young. I had the feeling I would be a grandpa soon. The thought was joyous but gave me a belly ache as well.

I had drifted away both in my thoughts and literally. My feet weren’t touching the ground, but I thought I was in the same place. When I tried to find the sand with my feet and couldn’t, I looked back…and gasped. Maria was far, the whole shore was far, how the hell had I moved so quickly?

But I didn’t panic. I began swimming back right away. It seemed to go on forever. I looked at Maria while she seemed to get farther away, wishing that she realized what was happening while at the same time, not wanting to worry her. I poured out all my energy trying to get back, but it wasn’t working. Suddenly, I remembered that I might have been caught by a rip-current. If that was the case, I shouldn’t try to swim against it. I stopped and let myself be taken away. The farther I got, the scared I felt. I knew I shouldn’t fight the current, but the fear became so great I acted irrationally and swam back again. I got tired and swallowed some water. That’s when panic invaded me.

I was drowning. My arm stood up, trying to call the attention of my wife, trying to stay out of the water. I felt my shorts slipping away but could find no strength to pull it back up. I wore nothing underneath, so I was naked as well as drowning. Could it really be this easy for me to simply die?

In that moment of utter powerlessness, I was hit by something hard. I turned and instantly grabbed it, not knowing what it was. It could’ve been another person, a piece of wood, a shark, I didn’t care. It was a big yellow surfboard, and it helped me stay out of the water and breathe. I coughed and breathed at the same time, water pouring out of my lungs. Then someone hugged me from behind, pressing his body against me. It wasn’t a threatening hug, I could tell right away. He helped me stay secure on the surfboard, protected.

“You’re okay,” he said in Portuguese, a husky voice, alarmed. “I’m gonna take you to the shore, don’t worry,” he kept saying, and I nodded. I believed him. He sounded young, but very secure. He said something else that I couldn’t catch for lack of attention.

“What?” I said.

“Oh, you’re a gringo? Can you understand me?” he asked. I nodded. He was behind me, but could see my head moving. “What’s your name?”

“Carlos,” I said.

“I’m César. My friend here is Felipe.” I hadn’t noticed that there was another surfer, but suddenly he was there, swimming on top of his green surfboard. He was black, short hair, light brown eyes. Felipe. He was young too. “You’re safe, Marcelo. Try to stay calm. I’m gonna let you go and hold to the board next to you, okay?”

He waited for my nod. Finally, I saw his face. A sharp face, bright green eyes, tanned and with curly hair. He flashed me his teeth in a big sincere grin.

“Thank you so much,” I managed, still catching my breath.

César put a firm hand on my waist. I grunted and smiled. For some reason, I was suddenly shy. But I was definitely getting calmer.

“Do you want to mount the board?”

“I istanbul travesti can’t,” I said, blushing. “I lost my shorts.”

“You did?” Felipe asked, taking me by surprise. I looked at the other youth, who was grinning. I chuckled nervously.

“Yeah…I…I…”

“It’s okay,” César said. “We totally get it.”

“Thank you,” I said again. Both surfers smiled.

“The water will take us back,” César said, when he turned to me again. “Sorry nobody warned you about this place, gringo. There are usually big ripcurrents over here, cause of the terrain. We use it all the time to get away from the shore quickly.”

“I should’ve been more careful,” I said.

“Yeah, but don’t beat yourself over it. You’re okay now,” he said, squeezing my waist. A thumb rubbed my skin. I grinned at him, not knowing how to react. I could only lower my head and avoid eye contact.

Felipe was swimming very close too, his presence was another beacon of safety for me. After the fear of dying alone in the sea, I couldn’t complain.

“My wife must be worried sick,” I said. She was so small in the shore, I could barely make her figure. But she was there, sitting down, hand covering her eyes so she could see better. I tried waving at her, but maybe she was too far away to see. She left her glasses at the resort.

“Is that her?” César asked.

I nodded.

“We’re going to get a bit farther away from her towards the left, that’s where the rip is taking us. But it’s gonna be fine.”

I nodded, impressed at how secure he was. He smiled at me, which made me realize I was staring. I stopped.

“When we get closer to the shore, I’ll give you my shorts.” César squeezed my waist again, making me take a deep breath.

“Really? Thank you so much.”

I answered whatever questions they had, and the more I talked, the more I felt at ease. I told them about my country, my son, my job…I told them how I always wanted to visit Brazil and know its culture. César made a comment on how I probably changed my mind about that. He laughed while talking about the crazed movements I had made in the moment of panic, but in a lighthearted way. I had no objections to being laughed at by those two. I was very humbled in that moment. I was probably more than 20 years older, but felt like the child among them.

A big wave lifted us high. César held my waist as the wave pulled us upwards, turning my skin into prickly arrowheads. The way he touched me was very intimate. I wondered what was going on in his head. Safe to say I wasn’t expecting to be held like that by a young surfer. Even worse was how much I liked it.

“Thank you so much,” I said again. César brushed his fingers on my prickly skin, going from my lower waist to my belly. When I looked at him, he had a blank expression. But I could see in his eyes that he was having fun. I shivered harder, realizing I was letting him have his fun. What could I do? Say no to the man who saved me?

It was impossible to hide the hard evidence between my legs. Did he notice how hard he was making me? What about his friend? Felipe seemed oblivious to what was going on, but was he?

I wasn’t going to worry. I had told them about my wife, so they knew I wasn’t interested. They knew I wasn’t into that…but César’s hand on my waist felt so hot like it was burning me, the heat going straight to my face. Maybe I should tell him to stop.

“Hold me with one arm,” César said. “I think it will be easier for both us to hold on to the board, if we’re closer.”

I glanced at Felipe, this time he was staring back, and I was sure he was into it. He knew what was going on. César was waiting.

“Right, okay,” I said, while knowing it was insanity.

My right arm went around César, grabbing his slender, hard waist. He was smooth, so in order to hold tight, my fingers had to dig in deep. In turn, César stopped holding me. His hand was now free to do something else. He caressed my belly, going down eventually to my cock. He grabbed it, and shot a glance at me.

“What do we have here?”

I gasped, wide eyes staring. How the hell could he be so direct? It had all been games so far, something we could all pretend wasn’t happening. I had no words. Slowly, his smile captivated me. I smiled back.

“You have such a small cock,” he said, making Felipe laugh. He said that and squeezed, so I wasn’t able to be offended by it.

“My wife…” I said guiltily. I stared at the faraway shore.

“Don’t worry about her.”

César turned toward to me, face very close to mine. Then, I felt it. His cock grinding against my own like a sword fight.

“Oh…” I said, as he rubbed himself on me. We jousted for a while, and I accepted the fact that his cock was way bigger than mine.

Why wasn’t I resisting this? I wasn’t prepared for this. How could I be prepared for something that never crossed my mind. I never once wanted to try going homo, and here I was: enjoying a younger, bigger dick rubbing against me.

A good thing came out of istanbul travestileri all this. I wasn’t afraid anymore. Hell, death could be knocking on my door right now and I wouldn’t care. My blood was pumping for another reason. A reason that felt like it was 9 inches long. I couldn’t help but be impressed. What was I, a princess swooning over her two knight saviors? One had a big sword, at least.

“Am I helping you relax?” César asked. He made sure to speak so close that I could feel his breath. Our noses brushed when I nodded, but I tried to shy away from eye contact.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. The pleasure is all mine.”

“What about me?” Felipe said, watching us from afar. I felt my cheeks burn even hotter.

“This is not-I’m not-” I looked from one to the other. “My wife,” I tried again. My voice sounded weak.

“She’s so far away. I don’t think she can see us.” His hand traveled around my body, going to my back and down to my round ass. “Thick gringo.”

I never had a man appreciate my ass like that. I didn’t think my face could get hotter, but it did.

“What are you doing?” I said, trying to sound outraged. I closed my eyes when he pressed against my entrance. We were hugging right in front of Felipe.

“Helping you relax, gringo. Tell me you like it.” He proceeded to lick my face.

“God,” I said. I couldn’t say I liked it. That would make me very gay.

“So fucking hot,” Felipe said. I opened my eyes and saw him touching himself over his shorts.

“This is crazy,” I said. César licked me again, this time his tongue dragged on my lips slowly. I parted them halfway, and he took the opportunity to come inside. Our tongues touched, just a tiny bit, but enough to make me shake from the inside out. Holy shit, that was hot.

“Tell me you like it,” he said again.

“I like it.”

“I knew it,” he said. “A pink gringo like you…you came here to experiment new things, aren’t you?”

“That’s right,” I said.

“I wish I could abuse you with my big cock right here.”

I gasped. This was going so fast.

“Do you have a pink hole?” Felipe asked. I looked at his cocky smile. “I like gringos with pink holes. Like putting my tongue inside and hear them moan.”

I shivered all over. My anus was indeed a reddish pink. They were talking about fucking my tiny anus, two beautiful young men interested in my butt. I couldn’t let them. Even if I wanted to, my wife…But just the fact they thought they could talk to me like that…and what could I do about that uncontrollable erection? It was giving me away when I didn’t even know I had anything to give away. I had never been gay, but suddenly I was enjoying the idea of being a gay old man getting fucked by two young Brazilians. Did that mean I had always been a little gay and didn’t know? Late urges?

“Are you feeling better?” César asked.

“Very much,” I said like a big homo.

“All right, we gotta swim now, I think we’re clear of the current,” César said. We separated, and he mounted his board while making sure that I wouldn’t let go. Felipe told me to hold onto his board so César could position himself. Then, with both of them on top, they told me to choose one.

“What do you mean?” I said.

“You gotta get up here so we can swim better. Choose one of us,” César explained.

“But my shorts…”

“Nobody will see. I’ll give you my shorts once we’re closer, I told you.”

Relenting, I chose César.

“Not fair,” Felipe said, making me feel guilty. But César was pretty content.

I hopped onto the board behind César, bare buttocks against the cold hard surface, and was told to hug him. I hesitated. If I got closer, he would feel my erection touching his back. I tried to hold the wood with one hand, grabbing him by the waist with the other. César pulled my hand forth, bringing my chest against his back. Eventually, I let go of my hard penis, allowing it to touch the young surfer. He didn’t react. Eventually, he laid on his belly in order to swim, giving me a full view of his round firm butt. Felipe did the same. I was the only one sitting. My hands were still holding onto César’s waist, but I moved them to the roundness of his ass. I got closer, pressing my hardness against it while he swam.

I tried to locate my wife while this happened. She was basically out of sight, deciding that I wasn’t in any danger. The current had carried us further to the South, and the surfers were moving closer to the shore in a completely different area from where I had entered the water.

I looked down on my cock pressing against the tight shorts. Circumcised, medium-sized, the pink head making a depression right on the middle where the crack would be. Below the shorts, César was still wearing a speedo, apparently. Most Brazilians wouldn’t bother with a shorts. Thank God César had. The younger man let me rub against him, letting out a few moaning sounds every now and then. The other one, Felipe, would stare right at me from time to time, almost pouting. His travesti istanbul interest was flattering. I smiled at him, and he blinked one green eye. He was gorgeous. I was astounded to realize I really did think so. That young man was gorgeous. What had happened to me?

I started grinding against César, head of my member heating up from the pressure. It got so hot I had to stop unless I hurt myself. I grabbed his buttcheeks with my hands. So round and firm, clear evidence of his active life, with much physical exercises. He was the same age as my son. The thought made me hesitate just for a moment. What if another older man had been doing the same to my son somewhere else? But that was stupid. My son would never do this. Although I used to think I would never do this. But there I was. I gave those young tight buttocks a nice massage, wondering how it would feel to touch the roundness of the flesh. While my fingers dig into it, I resisted the urge to tear those shorts apart.

“Careful now. We are getting closer,” he warned me. And he was right. I felt my cheeks grow hot as I realized I had been completely entranced and lost track of time. We were considerably close to the beach.

My touches were less rough; I kept feeling him up from his thighs to his beautiful round bums. I dig my fingers hard into it. I wished I could see his asshole, while I pulled apart his cheeks and left it completely exposed, tiny wrinkles around a perfect entrance. I could definitely see myself sticking my tongue inside of him.

I shook my head, not recognizing myself. I looked around, realizing that people would be able to see what I was doing. I stopped and sat straight up, waiting for my erection to die down. It didn’t. When the water level was right about my belly-button, I got off the board.

As promised, César gave me his shorts. He was wearing a tight black speedo which could barely hold his erection. I enjoyed that. Felipe grabbed my ass a few times as if checking what he had missed. I didn’t think he was disappointed. He called me hot and said he wanted to do many bad things to me. I blushed while he was at it. We stood there, talking and touching, while alert for any kind of sign people were aware of what was happening. We each showed our cocks and let the others touch below the water. Both of them were bigger than me. How embarrassing. I touched them longer, lingering in the feel of their warm manhood. If I was being honest, I didn’t want that experience to end just yet.

It had to end, though, one way or the other. Maria was walking in the distance, coming in our direction.

As we walked up to the beach, out of the water, Maria arrived with a smile on her face.

“I thought something had happened,” she said. She was holding her sunglasses in one hand. The other one, she used to shake Felipe and César’s hand. But each one kissed her on the cheek. I felt weird as I watched them, and how Maria blushed while looking at the two youth, completely unaware of how obviously captivated she was. I instantly thought about the possibility that if Maria had been in my place, almost drowning, and had been saved by these two, she would’ve still been lost to me forever. They would’ve devoured her and delivered me the bones. I was still affected by the whole ordeal, and instead of utterly jealous, I shivered with anticipation…God, what was wrong with me?

César explained what had happened, obviously hiding the bits were we engaged in homoerotic activities. He seemed like a very smart, gentle and educated young man. I could see how charming he must have looked in Maria’s eyes. Felipe was charming too, but in a more introvert kind of way. He let César take the lead, but his smile was always present. I found myself nudging my wife to get closer to the surfers, making a point that they were my saviors and that without them I would’ve died. I didn’t know how to thank them. When Maria told them she was 44, both of them gasped in denial, and she giggled like a schoolgirl. Damn, they were good.

I learned more about them. They were from the capital of that state, but César’s family owned a house by the beach, and he and Felipe were constantly going there to practice their surfing. They were practically locals and could help us with information if we wanted. By that point, we were all sitting over a table, drinking like friends. My wife was swooning over the Brazilians, and since I was too, there was no awkwardness. There was a moment when, during a conversation, Felipe brushed his finger around Maria’s cheek to clean a some stain. She smiled, but turned her head towards me, for the first time acknowledging that there was something else going on. I didn’t. I told César to keep talking and soon, the awkwardness was past, and we had somehow crossed some invisible line. I felt like a cuck, but shame couldn’t stop me from getting hard. In the span of a single morning, I had gone from happily married straight to horny homosexual cuck. Now the morning was coming to an end. A little vodka later, every one seemed to be in good humor.

César asked if we would like to visit his house. I shared a look with Maria. She nodded, and I smiled at César, who promptly told the waiter to bring the check and insisted to pay for everything. I was flustered, but let him do it.

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The hood of my car was cold and clammy to the touch of my cheek pressed to it. My head was turned toward the lit-up roadhouse across the dirt parking lot, with the pickup trucks and motorcycles parked haphazardly between here, the back of the lot, and there. Country music, swathed in the boisterous, beery banter of male voices, blared from the tavern. One was holding me down, one hand gripping my neck and another pushing down between my shoulder blades with his fist. A third was inside me, moving his hard cock in and out, both of us panting hard. He was gripping my arms at the elbow and pulling them back. A couple of other guys, drinking beer, with their dicks out and stroking them, were standing around, watching me get fucked, laughing and make jokes with each other. The guy inside me now was the second one up to the plate. Five to go.

This is what I’d come for.

I’d caught their eyes–three of them initially, gaunt, wiry, in leathers–when I’d come into the bar. College preppy from Washington and Lee University in nearly Lexington, Virginia, I clearly was out of place, but I didn’t retreat, so I was fair game. I’d heard about the place and pondered and obsessed about it–and about what could be found and experienced here–and, eventually, I’d shown up. I couldn’t help it. I’d had it tame and I couldn’t help thinking it could be more exciting–more challenging and rougher–than that. I wanted to know how it felt to be totally used.

They’d given me the looks, making me feel like it was just me, leaning against the bar, and them at a pool table under a billow of smoke even though there was a swirl of men around us. They lifted their beer bottles and saluted me when they could see I was following their movement, their dancing around the pool table. Other men came to me at the bar, sniffing me out. When they saw that I only had eyes for the guys at the pool table, though, they moved on. They didn’t leave without copping a feel, though, and murmuring about “later.” I didn’t fight them, but I’d already seen what I wanted.

The guys across the room invited me over. Yes, I did play pool, I called over to them. The guy behind the bar gave me a hard look and said, “You sure you want to go over there?” I just smiled and shoved away from the bar.

The leather-clad guys at the pool table, smiled and gave me beers when I arrived, asked me if I knew where I was, whether I knew what kind of tavern this was. I did, I said, although it was only from rumor that one was here. They flirted as they moved around me, leaning ever closer in. Touching me. Intimately. One of them–the biggest bruiser of the set–kissed me, fleetingly, on the lips, and then when I didn’t draw away, pulled me into an embrace, bent me over the pool table, and took me into a tongue-swabbing tonsils kiss. Again, I went with it.

Guys at tables around where the light picked out the pool playing gave us looks. A voice rang out with a “Fuck him on the pool table, Casey,” which was followed by a ripple of laughter. I would have let him do it, but that would be moving faster than the rate they were taking.

“So, do you take cock?” the one who’d kissed me asked, his hand on my butt, whispering in my ear.

“I have,” I answered. Not often, mostly tentatively, out of curiosity and when driven to the need for it–like tonight. Sometimes I couldn’t help it.

“Would you take three?”

“Maybe.”

“More?”

“Maybe.”

They pulled back then, still friendly, but not pushy. Giving me another beer, though. Offering me cigarettes. They all were puffing like chimneys, and I wasn’t sure it was tobacco they were smoking. I took the beer, not the smokes.

When they knew they could have me, they pulled back a bit. They weren’t finished playing pool. They were more interested in that than in humping istanbul travesti me. I was a little pissed, and cooled my jets too. Those around us tired of the time it was taking and, sensing that the moment had passed, went back to whatever they were doing before the prospect of a gang bang on the pool table had briefly breezed by.

They hadn’t forgotten me, though. The guy who asked me if I’d take cock gave the others a nod and took a couple of twenties out of the pocket of his tight leather pants and placed them on the edge of the pool table. Seeing that, the other guys, the two other guys at the pool table, did the same. They left the pile of twenties there. I knew they were for me–if I earned them.

Other guys in the bar were watching this unfold from afar. Every once in a while one would get up, come over, and put a couple of twenties on the corner of the table, one on top of the building pile. I wasn’t told what these were for. I didn’t have to be told. Six guys now. $240 in twenties on the pool table. There’d been no reluctance. Was that giving it away cheap? I had no context here. It was a lot of money to me. Still…

The seventh guy put it at fourteen Jacksons.

I looked down at the money, not sure now, and said something about it being late and maybe I should go. Like none of them had heard me say that, one of the three at the table spoke to the one who seemed to be taking the lead–the one who had kissed me and been the first to put money down. “Where do you think, Casey?” he said.

“Outside,” the bruiser who must have been Casey answered. “I don’t think John wants part of this. He hasn’t chipped in.”

I had heard the muscled bald dude with a bushy beard standing behind the bar called John. He weighed in in a deep voice. “Yeah, better outside.”

“So, outside,” Casey said, turning to me. And when I just stood there, not sure, he added, “Now,” In a booming voice. He scooped up the pile of twenties and jammed them into my side pocket.

I shrugged and left the tavern, weaving more than walking, toward my car–the typical old cool-looking, gas-guzzling Dodge Challenger a college student might have–parked at the back of the lot.

They caught up to me when I went between my car and the one next to it, with one of the initial guys from the pool table going around that car to approach the gap between them from the other side. The other two came in behind me. A few others were coming out of the bar and sauntering in our direction. More than the seven who had paid. So, some would watch. Shouldn’t they pay something too? I think I mumbled that question, but if any of them heard me, they didn’t bother to respond. I was very much on their turf now–and paid for.

“Give us our money’s worth, college boy,” Casey growled at me. “Blow me good.”

I was pushed down to my knees, back to the wheel well, a hand gripping my wavy blond hair and forcing my head to arch back so that, pressed into me, they could penetrate my throat with a downward slide. I gave all seven of the ones who had paid head, one after the other. I hadn’t done more than four in a row at the fraternity house, but any after the third didn’t really make any extra impression.

Then, stripping me completely down and adjusting themselves as each preferred, they fucked me, one after the other. The others stood around us in a semicircle several feet away, watching as they did in the bar, living the experience vicariously. I was as much aroused by those watching the action as I was by the seven principles taking turns fucking me.

I took it. It was what I’d come for.

I was stripped and spread-eagled over the hood of the Challenger, with one of the guys on the other side of the hood, grasping my wrists and extending and controlling my arms raised about my head. istanbul travestileri The guy fucking me in a doggie from behind had a finger grip in my hair and kept my cheek pressed to the metal of the hood, my eyes staring at the rocking roadhouse while, one after the other, they fucked me and released their cum up inside my passage.

They’d asked if I wanted them to use rubbers. I’d answered that I didn’t care; whatever they wanted. This was my fantasy; I didn’t want to hedge on any of it. I was treating all of it like a dream anyway. A few of them did me raw; most, taking care of themselves, wore rubbers. They had a system worked out, taking me in increasing cock size, the last guy, the one who had asked me in the roadhouse if I took cock–Casey–being the champion of the seven. He had a rolling ejaculation that never seemed to end. I’d come with the first one, but I came with him too.

He also was the cruelest of the lot. He continued smoking as he fucked me, and after he shot his load, he put out his cigarette between my shoulder blades to hear me scream in surprise and pain, laughed, and let me sink to the ground.

I lay there for the longest time after they’d gone, the watchers following them back into the bar in their wake. I was close to sobbing, but not getting there. They’d gotten what they wanted, but so had I. I had come here for this. I had shot my load while they were fucking me too. I had built up to this. Maybe I’d gone to the edge just this once–to get the measure of the parameters of what could be. I had come because I couldn’t help it. I assumed it would be an ordeal–that doing it this once this way would cure me of curiosity and wondering how much, how rough, I wanted it–how much of it I could take and still want it. This was supposed to be an ending. Lying there, in the dirt, kneeling on the clothes I’d worn into the roadhouse, checking my hurts out, the burn between my shoulder blades being the most painful one, surprisingly more painful than having taken seven cocks without a whole lot of lube or preparation, I wasn’t so sure that this might not be a beginning rather than an ending.

* * * *

“Hold still, Ned. This looks like the worst of it. Just try to tell me you got this burn from a fall. This looks like a cigarette burn on your back.”

“Must have been thrown on the ground still burning,” I said. I was lying on my stomach on my bed in the small apartment I shared with Adrian Williams near the Washington and Lee campus. Williams, a six-foot-two, 205-pound junior black linebacker for the university football team, was dabbing at my battle scars from having been gangbanged on the hood of my car at the tavern outside Lexington. Adrian and I had been roommates for the past two years, He’d first fucked me our first year at W he had his dick, such as it was, out; and he was fisting it. He opened his desk drawer, took a riding crop from it, and gently laid that on the desktop. His eyes went to it and then to me.

Our roundabout discussion getting to the bottom line had been about the sexuality of the ancient philosophers and had been getting increasingly homosexual and intimate, so I wasn’t that surprised when it got around to “I’ll give you an A if you let me screw you like Stewart Darnel does.”

Professor Darnel paddled me during sex.

“You want me to go on my knees to you here and now?” I asked. “You want me to bare my butt to you for you to beat me with that riding crop?”

“Yes, please. Everyone else is gone.” The beating around the bush to get to what he wanted was to wait until we were alone here.

So, I did. Philosophy wasn’t my favorite subject. If there was an easier way through it than studying hard, I was game to take it. The man was old–at least in his mid-fifties–and on the pudgy side and nearly travesti istanbul bald. The worst was that he was small where it counted. He wasn’t disgusting, though, and he showered regularly.

I knelt between his thighs, placed my hands on his sides above the curve of his beer belly and below his pecs, and took his dick to the hilt, which was not a test of endurance, although he filled out and hardened as I slid my lips down the sides of his shaft, pulled back to suck the bulb hard, slid down to the root, and repeated. He collapsed back into his plush chair, ran his fingers into my blond curls, held my head close into his crotch, and moaned his pleasure. That first part was all over in eight or nine minutes and he was a happy camper. The next phase–bending me over the desk and flicking my buttocks with the riding crop while he did what he could to pump me with his cock went on rather longer. He had trouble keeping it up. Using the riding crop obviously helped in that department.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured after he’d dribbled into his condom and pulled away from me.

“So, is that all you want me to–?”

“I thought you could come home with me for the evening if you didn’t have something else you needed to do. There’s a class paper due in a week and a half. You might not need to turn in a paper at all.”

“Sure, why not?”

He didn’t want to do any of the work. He just wanted to lie on his back on the bed in a house much too big for just him and have me, naked, of course, because he said half the thrill was looking at my young, cut body, doing a cowboy on his cock, riding him while he flicked his riding crop at my pecs and flanks. That was just as well. Stretched out, his beer belly didn’t get much in the way, and, by gyrating on him, I could get some action out of the ride to enable me to come as well.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, but it wasn’t sexually satisfying for me. It was just a means for greasing the skids through courses at college that I didn’t really need in life.

Nothing exciting about sex with Professor Carson at all–not that there was with Professor Darnel either.

“So, is that all you want me to–?” We were sitting at the island in his kitchen. He was wearing a robe. I was naked, as he wanted to watch me move that way.

“Weekend after next I’m going to the Smokies down near Ashville. I have a cabin in the mountains down there. I thought maybe you’d come down for a night or two. It would save you having to worry about the final exam in my course.”

* * * *

Two days after striking a deal with Professor Carlton and agreeing to let him maul me at his cabin in the Smokies south of Ashville the weekend after next, I was out early in the morning pounding the woodland trails off the Maury Cliff Trail by the Maury River in a section of the Washington and Lee campus that folded around the grounds of the adjacent Virginia Military Institute. As I ran, just in my athletic shorts, a jock, and running shoes, thinking on how my sex life was separating wildly being the dullness of old, fat professors, like Carlton, with no drive themselves and being brutally gangbanged in the parking lot of Buddy’s Tavern, I sensed more than heard a runner coming up behind me.

And then he was there running beside me, easily, despite looking to be some fifteen years old than I was. He hadn’t broken a sweat and he wasn’t panting in rhythm to putting one foot ahead of the other as I was. Like me, he was just in athletic shorts and running shoes. He was both trimmer and more muscular than I was, his body honed to perfection, so little fat on him that the veins on his arms and chest laced along his body on the surface, having no fat to travel through. He had the thighs of a soccer player. He had the bearing and the buzz cut of a Marine, which, as far as I knew, he might once have been. He wasn’t hairy, but there was a swirl of reddish-brown hair around his pecs; a gold medallion on a gold chain bobbed up and down between those bulging pecs with the smooth gait of his run.

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Hello everyone. This was probably the hardest chapter to write. I know I need help with dialogue writing and writing in general haha. So if you have any suggestions feel free to email me or whatever. Hope you enjoy.

*****

“Hello, Tyler. Welcome. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too. Should I sit on the chair or the couch?”

“Up to you. Whatever you’re most comfortable with. But, most people choose to lay on the couch.”

“Ok, sure I’ll just lay down.”

“So your name is Tyler Mills. You are a first-year here. This is your first time here. I see you’re on the football team. May I ask, did you come here today out of obligation to the football team or did you walk in on your own?”

“A little of both, I guess.”

“I see. So I must inform you that although the football team obligated you to use the school’s counseling service, you are not obligated to talk about football. This hour is for you to use however you want. So with that said, Tyler what is on your mind?”

“Umm, this stays between you and me, right?”

“Yes of course. Here is my card that has my name, number, and state license number. If you feel that in any way I have violated client privilege, you can write a report and the state will investigate. However, if I believe you are any harm to yourself or to others I have to tell authorities”

“Oh no, no, that should be no problem. I’m just having relationship issues.”

“So please Tyler, feel free to share that or anything you want.”

“You see I’m in a romantic relationship with a guy that I really like.”

“Ok. I see. Are you confused about your sexuality?”

“No, not that. I’m perfectly comfortable with who I am. I’ve known for a long time that I’m bi.”

“Ok sorry for inferring. Please continue.”

“No problem. Well, we have been a new couple for about a month. But about three Sundays ago we had a conversation on the phone that still rattles me.”

“Care to tell me more about that?

*****

*3 weeks ago. Sunday. The day after the party*

Beep beep beep.

9 am. Five hours before I finally get to talk to Alex. I miss him so much. But if you saw what I’ve been doing for the past week, you wouldn’t guess it. The day after Alex and I became a couple, I start jacking off to my high school crush. Five days later, I was in my high school crush’s room using his mouth and would have done a lot more if it wasn’t for Alex texting me. Do I just be honest and tell Alex? Do I hide and hope it just goes away? I put myself in a shitty position. But fuck Adam’s mouth felt good. I can’t deny it, what I did last night felt amazing.

Buzzzzz. From- Mason.

Speaking of the devil. I open the message.

Mason- “Hey bro, mind if we meet at the team room this morning?”

I may as well confront this now before I talk to Alex. I need to come clean to him. I think he will understand. I don’t hate him for enticing me because he doesn’t know about Alex and me.

Tyler- “Yeah man, I’ll head there now.”

Mason- “Cool, cool.”

I walk to the team room. I don’t really know what to expect or why he wants to talk. When I get there, I see the place empty. Everyone is probably asleep since it’s 9:30 am on a Sunday. Perfect place to have a private meeting.

Mason sees me and gives me a slight smile with our usual handshake. “Hey bro, nice to see you.”

“Yeah man what’s up.” We sit down on the oversize couch.

“I just want to apologize about last night. I know you have a thing for Adam and I don’t know what happened with you and Adam when you walked out of the party. But, I wanted to let you know that after you left, Adam and I got together. I hope I didn’t break your trust or anything like that, man.” Mason looks worried. A little apprehensive, but he knows I had feelings for Adam. So it’s understandable he thinks he broke my trust or slighted me in some way.

But, wow, I can’t lie and say I didn’t see this coming but I still feel a bit shocked. I mean, I’m not mad because I’m with Alex. But a little side of me is… jealous. “Dude, really? That’s cool man. I mean, to be honest. I’m seeing someone right now. We’ve sort of been a couple for a short time. So, I’m the one who messed up because I really like my boyfriend. And last week was a mindfuck, so I sort of stupidly walked into Adams’s room.”

“Oh shit, congrats. istanbul travesti My man is sprung. That’s great. Now I really feel like shit. Yeah, dude Adam’s snaps are something else. Better than all the ass and titty pics I get from these girls here.” So Adam is sending him stuff too.

“Yeah, he’s wild. Never would have guessed that nerdy Adam from high school was such a freak. But, it was just all the shit last week. The game, Alex going away so soon, Adam, and the Coach talking to me about Alex…” Shit, I slipped.

“Wait, hold up! Alex, like Alex Morgan? Alex, the coach’s son?”

Fuck, at least it’s Mason I slipped too. “Yeah, we have been dating since the North Alabama State game. You know the one where I threw my first interception. He told me he was going away and after the game, we confessed our love to each other,” We actually confessed our love when I was balls deep in him. But TMI. “then a few hours later I was jacking off to Adam again.”

“Shit dude, that’s wild. Fuck. Isn’t it weird? Nah, don’t answer that. But, I’m happy for you. And sorry again about last night. I wouldn’t have pressured you.”

“It’s fine man, water under the bridge. I have to deal with the consequences. So what about you and Adam? Are you guys a thing?”

“Nah brah. I mean Adam is awesome. And the best fuck I’ve had.” Really? Interesting coming from Mason. “But, don’t confuse great sex for love. I’m not emotionally attracted to guys. I know it’s confusing. But if Adam wants to keep fucking, I’m down.”

“Cool, cool. I mean, if someone is going to fuck Adam may as well be you.” I’m slightly jealous. He gets to use that mouth and ass all he wants.

“Soooo, have you heard about Alex? This shit again. Coach, now Mason. What, is he a secret slut?

“No, what’s with everyone with this secret Alex information?”

“It’s not like that, man. But, last year, he was in a relationship with one of the 3rd years. And he ain’t here anymore.”

“Dead?”

“Worse, transferred. To Kansas.”

“Oh yeah, that is worse. But, why though?”

“We just know the guy went… Nah man not my business. I bet you guys will be fine.”

“What dude don’t leave me hanging.”

“It’s nothing much. The dude was kinda crazy anyways. Trust me. You are a step up for Alex.”

I let the subject go and we just chill for a while. Soon, I head back to my dorm and chill out. I contemplate what Mason was reluctant to tell me. I contemplated whatever my Coach was trying to tell me last week. I don’t know what went on with Alex in the past but people are clearly worried about me. I’m starting to doubt if I’m worth Alex’s time. I’m starting to think this is too good to be true.

Why does everything feel like it’s about to go wrong? This isn’t a good time to talk, Alex. Please, don’t call. I’m not right mentally. I’m going to do something stupid if he calls. But, I need to talk to him. I miss him. Please say you’re busy right now and you’ll call tomorrow. I look up at the clock and right on time. Alex calls me.

“Hey baby, how are you doing?” Alex voice sounds a little hesitant and almost worried.

“I’m fine” I’m not fine.

“You’re not fine. Talk to me, what’s up?” A little base in his vice is back. He may be the feminine one in this relationship but he’s the most nurturing, by far.

“It’s just, I miss you, you know. We got so close and now you’re gone. I don’t blame you, it’s just hard.”

“I know babe. I just, I didn’t expect us to get this far so fast. I wanted to take it slow but, leaving you so soon, I just needed you to know that you’re the one I wanted.”

“Thanks. It means a lot. You know I talked to your dad the other day. He knows about us.”

“Why are you talking to my dad? He doesn’t need to be a part of this. Wait, what did he say?”

“Why does it matter what he said?

“What did he say?” I never heard Alex talk like this. Stern, demanding, and disappointed at me.

“He just said I should be careful. That he knows you or something.”

“That fool. And what, did his conversation with you make you play bad?” He’s getting antagonizing.

“No, no I was just dealing with stuff.”

“Stuff, what stuff?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Sounds like something.”

“I’m not playing this game, Alex.” I’m annoyed. It’s been a shit week and even Alex is starting to get on my nerves. I want to know istanbul travestileri how he’s doing, how it’s there in London. This long-distance thing is stupid. I just want him home. Then I hear in the background of his phone, “Hey Alex, do you want chicken or steak tonight?” The voice is faint but very masculine. He sounds a little too friendly.

“Who is that?” I’m suspicious. No one asks stuff like that unless…

“It’s no one, just a friend I made here this week.”

“Sounds like something else. What, do you always need a man with you?” I’m pissed now. There’s no turning back. “You need a man to occupy your time, don’t you? That’s why Mason and your dad are warning me about you?

“What did you just say? He’s just a theatre friend. Why are you acting like this?.”

Things are overwhelming. I can’t handle the regret. Why did he have to leave me? Why does Adam have to be here to entice me? Everyone’s getting on my nerves. I came here to play football. Fuck everyone else. So I lash out, “Yeah a friend. Like how I used ‘my friend’ last night to get off.”

“You, what?”

“I fucked my friend’s face. You heard me.”

“So, it took you one week to cheat on me? I had my doubts but I never expected you to cheat. I think we need some time apart. This was a mistake We got into this to fast. You’re not who I thought you were, Tyler.”

“Well, it seems like you are about to do the same thing with your friend over there.”

“Idiot, he’s just a friend. I’m done. Goodbye, Tyler.”

Just as Alex hangs up, I hear in his background “Come over here, Alex.” That fucker has the audacity to break up with me while being with someone. Fuck this.

Tyler: “Come over.”

*****

Therapy

“Have you two talked since that call?”

“No. I messed up. I wasn’t in the right place mentally. Things were just overwhelming. I was… i mean, I am immature. I don’t know why I kept antagonizing him. I know I blew everything out of proportion but, I don’t think I can handle football, expectations, and someone like Alex all at once right now. Everything I cared about was either gone or I sucked at it that week. I just wanted things to go back as they were before he left.”

“I understand. It’s a part of growing. Sometimes we may lose the ones we love in order for us to grow. But what makes us who we are is how we respond to the rough moments in our life. So how did you respond, Tyler?”

*****

10 minutes after the phone call

*Knock, knock, knock*

I grab his hand and throw him into my room. He lands on his back sprawled out on my bed with a look of shock and lust.

“Forceful today are we. Guess you had a change of hearts, huh?” He licks his lips knowing what I’m about to do.

“Just shut up and take your shit off.” I undress and walk over to Adam. He’s looking sexy as hell wearing one of his half-cut tank tops with booty shorts on. I couldn’t believe he could look any sexier when he took off his tank top showing his full twink body with some muscle. And some of the hottest pink panties as if he knew those would turn me on even more. “I need your mouth right now.”

“Yes, sir.” He drops to his knees and gets right to sucking. I moan watching his lips and tongue work his magic on my cock. The lust in me builds watching his saliva coat my cock and the strains of his spit expand when he comes off to breathe. If Alex is gonna fuck some idiot, I’m going to fuck Adam.

I pick up his small frame and throw him on the bed. I lay my back on the bed, and forcefully move his ass to my face. My right hand moves his pink panties to the side to reveal his tight hole. My left hand moves to his back to bring him down towards my hard cock. I’ve dreamt about being in a 69 position with him for so long and the real thing is even better.

Adam goes right back to work preparing my cock for his hole. I can barely hold my nut as his lips and tongue work their magic on my cock. I groan while licking and fucking his hole with my tongue. I smack his ass a few times to tell him to get off me.

I push him off me and quickly take off his panties and throw them to the ground. I then lay on top of him with his legs raised and his back on the bed. Without any preparation or any more foreplay, I thrust my cock into his tight hole. I feel like I’m melting as I stroke inside him. travesti istanbul My head finds home into his neck as I take out all of my frustrations on Adam.

“Yes baby, fuck this boy pussy. I know you wanted this since high school.” He hooks his arms around my neck and for some reason, this makes me stroke harder into him.

“Fuck, you’re going so rough. But use me however you want. Breed me Tyler, make me yours.” His high-pitched whimpers keep me going. Having Adam is everything I wanted for so long. But the way I’m fucking him is more like I’m using him as my toy. You can hear my frustrations in my grunts and the sound of my hips hitting his ass sounds almost violent.

“Look down Tyler. Look what you’re doing to me.” I do as he says and I see his toned abs convulsing and his cock throbbing and twitching. A couple of seconds later, I see cum oozing out of the slit as the sounds of his moans fill the room.

His cute post-orgasm pants remind me of why I was so obsessed with him in high school. But, those thoughts are fleeting and I remind myself why he’s here. We switch positions and I pull him over me, line my cock up to his hole again and grab hold of that firm ass. I hold him tight and fuck him with abandon. I focus on his spent cock flopping and hitting my stomach every time I thrust into him. His head falls limp to my ear and continues his soft high pitched moans.

“Baby, you’re fucking me so hard. You can cum in me Tyler. Cum in this boy pussy.” I hold his ass tight and keep the full length of my cock in his hole. He gives me little kisses on my neck which is an area that drives me wild.

“Fuck, I’m gonna bust,” I moan out as I give his hole four hard strokes as my cum starts to coat his walls. He lays close to me for a couple of breaths and rolls over to my side. His body is shaking and his cute face looks blissful.

For me though, it’s just well… “I think you should leave.”… regret.

“What? Why? Did I do something wrong?” His panting turns into words of worry.

“No it’s just… I just need some time alone.” I’m confused and sound uncertain. I sound as if I’m regretting this.

“Wait, so you used me, Tyler?” What, you thought I’m just some fuck to you? I came over because I thought you wanted to start something with me. But I guess I should’ve realized your demeanor when you opened the door showed me I’m just some toy to you.”

“No it’s not that, it’s…”

“Nevermind. You’re right I’ll just leave. You aren’t who I thought you were, Tyler.” That’s the second time someone told me that in a span of two hours. I watched him put back his clothes on and stormed out of my room.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. I slam the back of my head to the bed a couple times in disgust. What am I fucking doing?

*******

Therapy

“So, I used Adam to get back at Alex and ended up hurting both of them. I haven’t talked to Adam in a while. I see him in the study hall but we just exchange ‘hellos’. We don’t snap or anything anymore.”

“Interesting. Have you tried apologizing to Adam, yet?”

“No. I can’t approach him. I know what I did was wrong. Every time I see him now I just feel shame. I lost the two people who I wanted to be with for the future. It’s been affecting everything I do. School, football, the way I act. I don’t know how to make things right, you know.”

“I understand. Since this is our first meeting I will need sometime to think on what you have told me. If you decide to come back next week, we can talk about things you can work on and how to stay present when you’re in those moments and not act on emotion like how you’ve been doing, from my perspective. But in the meantime, I want you to keep reflecting on what you did. But this time put yourself in their shoes and ask yourself what you think they would want you to do. Remember you’re so young. I know these two mean a lot to you, but I think now you know what not to do or let say you know how you don’t want to act in those situations. So maybe when you meet someone else, you now have the experience to act in a way where it won’t hurt your partner. “

“Yeah, I hear you.”

“Good. It was nice meeting you, Tyler. And good luck next week against Hard Rock University. Go beat up my alma mater.” He laughs as he opens the door for me.”

To be honest I don’t know if I will come back. I know what I need to do but I just needed to tell someone and talk about it. I don’t know anymore. All I can do is hope for the best next week and take up the courage to talk to Alex and Adam. I just need something to get my life back on track. Something that will lead me back to Alex.

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TIME TRAVEL COWBOY – PART 6

Slowly I wake to the sound of soft snoring. I adjust a little and irk before I realize there’s a hot and heavy hairy cowboy on top of me. Glancing to the side, I see that it is very early dawn; it’s still relatively dark outside with just a hint of pale yellow out. I’d say it’s about 5AM or so.

Without me even doing anything, Cody’s breathing alternates before his eyes start to peer open. His mouth curls into the cutest smile before he goes up to kiss me. “Mornin, Milo…”

“Morning, Cody.” I mutter back.

“Mmmhhhhh…” He hugs me close and nuzzles my chest “Mhhhh… Guess I slept in with you…”

“Oh yeah… Spent the night…” I stroke alone his strong back and nuzzle into his hair. “Is your Pa going to mind?”

“Not ‘slong as I don’t tell him what you did with me.” Cody muses and giggles before he winces and jerks “Mmff! Whew…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine… I’m real saddle-sore though.”

“No kidding.” I say as I start petting his hairy chest “So. DID you learn your lesson last night?”

“Sure did… Mmmhhh…” He rests for a moment before he looks up at me curiously “What was it again?”

“Ghhh… Hmhmhmhm” I chuckle and shake my head. “Turn around.”

“Mmmhhokay” Cody responds drearily as he does what he’s told. I go in and start to gnaw his neck and fondle his abs. “Ooooh. That feels nice.” He coos and squirms on me “Hehehehehe… Woo, heheh… Real nice…” My hand glides over his hairy tummy and I make him jumble a bit when I wrap my fingers around his flaccid cock “Oooh, frisky~”

As I seduce and touch him, I wake my penis up into an erection before I reach for the lube…

“Hmhmhm… Wha- hey, what’re you…” He looks over his shoulder and blushes as he sees me stroke my meat. “What? Are you gonna…”

“Shhhhhh…” I give a deft lick on his ear before I press the tip of my pole into his hot crack. “Yes. I am.” His back arches below before the glands of my dick pushes into his pucker.

“M-MMNHH!” His hand grasps the bed as his eyes clench. His anus swallows my intruding member and sinks down into hot embrace. Cody’s rear adjusts before his hot tunnel relaxes around my meat “Hooohhhhhhh” He sighs out a sleepy moan as I hilt him completely “There it is, there it is…” He moans as his rear welcomes me completely. Cody just melts in my arms as I wrap my arms around his bigger, thicker frame as I slowly hump into him. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeess…”

“You aaaaarrrree soooooo good…” I moan behind him as I start moving back and forth, sliding my cock backwards out of his taint and shoving back in.

“MMHH! Ohhh, that feels REAL nice, ohhh!” His body flexes in my arms as his hole gulps down my dick. “Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhh”

“Good boy… Good boy… Yeah…” I hitch up my leg to get a better position “You like my raging hard cock in your ass?”

“MmmnnIdooooo… I love it so much…” He moans while his hips buck back and forth from my gentle thrusts “Lord help me, I love your cock in my ass…” He mews with bliss as I roll my hips into a faster pace and start biting his ear while I humped him at a climbing pace “O-Ohhh! Oh mah lord, oh mah God!” Cody just moans out and arches his back while his bubble butt jiggles madly from each slap of my pelvis into him as I side-fuck him.

I huff hard and seethe on his ear as he moans nonstop before I get to my climax “Fuck, here it cums, I’m fucking breeding you, fuckin’ breeding… Yyynnooouuuu” I pin Cody down as I shoved my entire manhood deep into his ass held him tight. “GHHH! MMHH! MmmmmhhmmM!”

“Ohhhhh my loooooord” Cody moans out in passion as I fill him up. He pants and held my hand as I unload my juice into him. “Oh God… Oh my God… Oh wow…” The cowboy jumbles and moans after I pull my dribbling cock out of his crack and crawled off of the bed. “That was-“

“Okay.” I said as I walk away to get my underpants “Time to get up. Your father’s probably wondering where you are.”

“W-What?” The naked cowboy quirks at me and sprawl on the bed “Wait, what?”

“It’s morning. We gotta get dressed and head to work.” I tell him causally as I wipe off my dick and pull up some briefs.

“But.. What about…” He nods to his crotch as his penis stands at a full erection. Still too sheepish to directly talk about it, he just gestures his hands down to it and gives me an inquisitorial look of his face. “Mm?”

I just shrug at him “What about it?”

“Milo, I… I’m still hard. And I didn’t get to… Ya know…”

“So?” I scoff at him “I’ve had MY fun. You can play with yourself. Simple, right?”

“But… That ain’t fair.” Cody protested, “I just let you breed my butt!”

“Yep, and it was hot. I had a great time using you. I got to blow my wad. And now I’m finished. So playtime’s over.”

“But I didn’t get to ‘finish’ Milo!” Cody glares at me “How is it fair that you get to use me and I don’t get to…” His face breaks with a sudden realization “Oh…”

“Yeah. Oh.” I cross my arms and istanbul travesti give him a knowing look “Do you get it now?”

“Yeeeaaahh…” He answers awkwardly, looking very embarrassed as he glances to the side.

“Now you know what it feels like to have someone else cum and go while you’re left pent up. It’s not fair and it’s not very fun, is it?”

“Nooooo…” He stares down at his feet on the floor as he sits under my gaze.

“So what have we learned, Cody?”

“… It’s only fair and fun when both people get to… Finish.”

“Good boy.” I turn around to get dressed.

“W-Wait” He stands up as his cock is still bobbing in the air… And his buns are dripping from behind with my cum and running down his thigh “I get it. I learned my lesson. But…” He gestures to his boner and gives me some very heart-felt pleading eyes “Pleeeeaaasse?”

I frown at him and walk to him. The taller male frets a little as he waits for my answer “You’ve got some nerve trying to play me right now.” I put a hand on his hairy chest and shove him down on the bed

“Uuf!” His legs sprawl while his member bounces and wags idly in the air fully erect.

“But just this once. I’ll let it slide.” I open up his thighs, which is so worth doing this to watch his adorable and handsome face brighten up as I expose his loose nutsack “Because you are fucking sexy, and it would be a waste to let this boner go without a pick-me-up.” I rub into his thighs before I go down and start to suckle his balls.

“O-Ohh! Oh my!” Cody flexes his body and squirms with sheer delight “Ohhhh thank you, Milo, thank yoooouuuu” Cody moans and squirms while I tug at his sack with my teeth before gulping down his meat into my mouth and slurping up his savory flavor. “A-Awwhh! Ohhh waaahh… Mmhhh…” He moans and rolls his hips as I bob my head up and down with his throbbing penis leaping for joy on my tongue “Thank you, Milo, thaaaannnk yyooouuuu”

One blowjob later, the door opens and Cody peers his head out and looks both ways to make sure no one can see him. Dressed in what he wore last night, he crept over the threshold and pauses after Milo steps over to see him off. Before Milo could ask what’s wrong, Cody whips around and kisses Milo on the lips! Milo irks from the unexpected smooch. Cody giggles as he laps his lips and licks that mouth for the fun of it before the cowboy trots off on the trail.

Cody successfully snuck back into his house, past his father’s room – where he can hear Arthur just now waking up before he successfully made it back into his bedroom. Huffing a breath of relief, Cody purrs as he feels at his naked bubble butt, with the flap on his longjohns still undone. He smiles and bites his lip as he savors the deep ache in his rear from Milo’s plowing him. He reaches into his crack and…

“Hm?” He tickles his fingers down there to see if Milo’s sperm was still there, but soon finds his anus is perfectly clean. He feels along himself and even sniffs his armpit. He’s perfectly clean! He knew he was soaked in sweat last night and got musky this morning with Milo, but now he’s perfectly neat and clean, like he just took a bath.

Come to think of it, Cody’s been really clean ever since Milo came into town. It’s really weird. The only other bath Cody’s had was when he was in town at over a week ago.

“Agh, not important.” Cody smiles as he changes out of his previous clothing. It’s a bit chilly, so he’s wearing a fresh new unionsuit along with his assless chaps. He puts only his vest and a purple bandana.

He walks into the kitchen where he sees his Pa – shirtless! His bottom longjohn is on, but he didn’t bother to put on his shirt yet. Cody giggles as he walks up behind his father and puts his arms around him and grinds Arthur from behind.

“Oh, mornin’ to you too.” Arthur chuckles as he looks town to see his son’s hand’s grabbing his very thick pecs.

“Mornin, Pa.” Cody greets as he hugs him and pushes his groin against the fatter gentleman’s rump.

Normally, a move like that would get a hostile shove from ANY self-respecting man of the old west, especially a strict father figure like Arthur.

Instead, Arthur pushes his rump back and rubs his big pillowy behind against Cody’s lap. “Someone’s getting frisky to day.” Arthur remarked.

“Mmm, I’m the frisky one?” Cody says as Arthur turned around. Cody playfully grabs and bounces that huge round gut of Arthur’s around “You’re the one struttin’ round here like a big ol bear, Pa.”

“Ya aint’ tellin me to cover up~” Arthur growled and reaches down to roughly grab Cody’s naked butt.

“Nhnh!” Cody flinches – his anus is still sore from last night – but blushes as Arthur gets thorough in inspecting his son’s peach “Dang, Pa, now who’s gettin grabby?”

“Ya walk ’round with this bubble butt o yurs in the breeze and you think folk’s gonna ignore it?”

“Mmmmrr,” Cody moans as he snuggles close to his fat daddy. What is it about his thick hairy old man that gets him hot? Arthur growls istanbul travestileri deeply as he dry humps his boy’s front as his hands grope and knead that butt even more.

“Now see here?” Arthur slaps that butt and set him right “You gettin’ he all heated up when there’s work to do.”

“Wanna work ME over, Pa?” Cody gives a cheek grin as he darts his face and kisses his Pa on the cheek.

“Get on outta here and get to work, ya tease.” Arthur says as he swipes his hand on Cody’s crotch, making his son flinch and giggle before he goes off to get the work day started.

Arthur shakes his head and chuckles as he steps to the side, pointing a HUGE tent in his longjohns as he goes to get dressed while Cody adjusts his boner on the way “One of these days, I’mma ride that boy like a…” Arthur blinks for a moment and looks up.

“Ride my SON?”

Nate adjusts the straps on the horses as Jose gets his own ready for herding the cattle to the river for the day. Nate is wearing his longjohns and a cozy jacket, but no pants; thus showcasing that beautiful chocolate butt in plain sight while Jose is sporting black and white cowhide assless chaps and wearing a shiny gold thong that Milo gave him, his package wobbling gently and his cheeks flexing with every step.

“Howdy, boys.” Cody greets as he approaches his two buddies. He can’t help but grin as he sees his buddies are looking sexier. Jose’s even got his handsome chest showing while Nate’s got his abs rippling under his open coat.

“Howdy, Cody.”

“Howdy, mi amigo!”

“Your horse is waitin for ya.” Nate indicates.

“Great, be with ya in a sec.” Cody goes to his horse Buster and gets his saddle from its perch.

“Hey, folks.” Milo approaches, fully dressed in his cyan and white poncho and normal apparel, as opposed to the scantily dressed cowpokes. “Anyone else notice that the men around here are bit more… More?”

“What’cha mean?”

“I see a lot of them are shirtless.” Milo points out as one such cowboy walks by, his hard pecs and round muscle gut wafting in the wind while a few more didn’t bother getting dressed besides their unionsuits. One guy is even chilling back and casually rolling his bulge around in his crotch. Even one of the teenage stable boys is reaching back and scratching at his exposed rump and one of the taller men walking by at patting the greenhorn on the rear.

Cody looks about and shrugs. “Dudn’t look that different to me.”

“That’s a good sign.” Milo smirks. “What are we doing today?”

“Oh, Milo, howdy!” Cody greets with a broad smile as he brings in his horse “Today we’re gonna be takin the cows out the pasture.”

“Okay, so…” Milo glances to the fence and the entire herd of bovines mooing quietly “We just… Let them loose? To where?”

“We don’t let’em loose.” Nate says “We ride the horses around them and make sure they don’t wander off. We’re taking them to the river for a few hours and then we bring’em back.”

“… And that’s it?” Milo asks “That’s going to fill out the day?”

“Uhhhh… Kinda?” Nate chuckles “Why, you got a hot date waitin on ya?”

“In a manner of speaking” Milo glances at Cody and gives a small wink, which gets the enchanted cowboy a meek blush.

“Then when do you need to get back?” Nate asks.

“Not important. Honestly, I’m just asking because this is the first time I’ve done rodeo work.” Milo says as he hops on his horse.

“It’s alright, we’ll show you the ropes!” Cody says brightly as he goes to open the gate.

“Alright,” Nate says as he rides up besides me, “Here’s how we go about this.”

Hours later, I sit under a tree resting the side of my head on my as I watch the cows drink from the river and graze around the fields.

So… This is what cowboys did? Hours of riding on horses and leading a handful of cattle to places they can drink and eat? Couldn’t the farmers just fix the ranch up so they can already do that? This is more like a very boring field trip.

I glance to the side and see Nate and Cody chatting to themselves as they eat their lunch. I take the silver ring with grey orbs from my left hand and put it on my right index finger. I smile to myself as I draw a circle on the grass.

Responding to my subliminal magic, Cody pats Nate and gestures for him to turn around. I cant hear what they’re saying from here, but Nate just laughs and nods before he puts his sandwich down and turns around. I tap my figner on the grass, and Nates bends over and presents his big black ass for Cody. Cody laughs as he rubs and plays with Nate’s butt and starts fondling him.

I give a small pat on the grass with my hand, and Cody winds his hand up and gives a hard SLAP across Nate’s rump. I hear the spank and Nate yelp but laugh as he encourages Cody to do it again. I get a little bit hard as Cody gives him another SPANK. Nate staggers but eagerly holds up his ass and wags it left and right before Cody gives him another SPANK! Cody digs his hand into that crack and reachs in to travesti istanbul bounce Nate’s balls in his unionsuit before giving him another SLAP on the ass.

“Milo?”

“AH!” I jump and break the link when Jose suddenly shows up next to me. “Ho, hoh, Jose, oh my God”

“I-I’m sorry, did I scare you??” He asked with concern. I look back at Cody and Nate, and the two of them are laughing it off before the get on their horses and get to riding.

“No, no. I’m fine.”

“I was wondering if I could talk to you, amigo.”

“Oh sure, have a seat.”

Jose sighs and took a seat right next to me. “So… It’s sort of… Do you mind if I talk in Spanish? Esto me pone muy nervioso.”

“I can’t understand a lot of it, Jose. I only know a little bit.”

“Okay… So… It’s sort of about what happened yesterday when we milked the cows. And then when you…” He blushes and looks totally embarrassed “Milked us…”

“… Yeah?”

“Do you… Um… Do you do that with… Men… A lot?”

“Sure. I’m not into ladies, so I go for men. Even in this era, it’s not that hard for me.”

“… And you just… Do that whenever you want?”

“Essentially.”

“So… How?”

“I can’t go into too much detail.” I wave off “I know tricks to get a trick.”

“But… How do you go about going up to a man, whatever man, and just… Do those things with them? Without getting hurt?”

“Carefully if you do it right, hahaha”

“No, Milo” Jose says with a uncomfortable frown “I’m being serious here, amigo.”

“Serious?” I look at him. The way his posture is, trembling slightly, and even his speech pattern is extremely hesitant “What’s this about, Jose?”

“Because… The things we did yesterday… Playing with my…” He gestures to his crotch “And doing that with Cody, Nate, and Senior Summers. I’ve never been allowed to do anything like that… Not without getting hurt…”

“… Ohhhhhhhh dammit.” I slap a palm onto my forehead “Damn, damn, damn, do NOT tell me I’m in one of THOSE eras.”

“Que?”

“You’re telling me I’m actually in a homophobic time period?”

“What’re you saying NOW?”

“Right right, need to keep it simple…” I ponder “I mean, I realize I’m around a lot of straight men, but that’s never been a problem for me. But you’re telling me that one man having sex with another man is a BAD thing here?”

“Si, si, Milo, that is it.” He nods.

“But…” I glance at him and then give a small chuckle, “Oh, so YOU’RE gay, huh?”

“Uh… I’m ‘que’?”

“Nononono. I mean homosexual. You like men, the same away men usually like women.”

“Si! Ay Dios mio, siii” Jose sighs as he hunches over a bit… “You know it… You know about it, si…” Jose digs his fingers into his hair under his hat and groans as he cringes.

“Hold still for a moment?” I REEAAALLY don’t want to get all emotional and touchy here. If I wanted to act as a therapist for someone coming out of the closet, I’d sign up as one. So I just trace my finger into a sigil along his back. I notice the faint glimmer from his eyes as I trace a few more imaginary numbers and marks on him and press my whole hand on the middle of his back.

“Hoh…” Jose sighs as the terror and negativity evaporates from his mentality. This is the same trick I used on Cody when he was getting anxious about cuddling with me. It’s a simple glamour that works on most people when they’re getting edgy; it takes the edge off.

“Heeey, heeey, relax, okay?” I say as I rub his arm.

“I’m alright, I’m okay.” Jose nods as he gets comfortable enough to smile. “See, there’s this man. I’ve only ever seen him in town, and I kinda like to…”

“Oh, you have a crush, you mean? Aaaaand you’re asking me how I get men to fool around with me so you can try and get with him.”

“Si… And since you even got Nate to get ‘milked’ I thought you’d know how to go about him… Also, you knew about me, right? The way I uh…”

“Yeah. And no, you weren’t that obvious.” I assure him “… Sort of. I just know you were staring at Cody’s ass off and on and you had a hankering for Nate’s cock.”

“So… You think you can get him to like me then?” Jose asks hopefully. “I think he’s around here with HIS cows.”

“If you show him to me, I’ll see what I can do.”

“Okay, I think he’s this way.” Jose says before we get up. He leads me to a distance away from own cattle and he holds up his pair of binoculars and searches. After a few seconds he spots a far-off group of other cowboys. “There, that’s him.”

“Let me see?” He hands over his binoculars and look to where he points out. I see a thick and rugged man with a blue plaid shirt and a black cowboy hat with feather sticking out of it. This one is PACKING. “The one in the blue shirt?”

“That’s him. I think his name is Zachary.”

“Oh wow, he is HOT.” I smirk and check out his short beard and the way he hops off his horse. “Damn, those pants look tight. How on earth does he pull himself on?” I remark as I check out his rocking ass. “You got good taste, Jose. How come I haven’t seen HIM yet?”

“He belongs to a different ranch” He answers, “I’ve only ever seen him town, and I’ve never spoken to him.” Jose pauses and timidly asks me “… Do you think he likes men like me?”

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“Diego, Pet, come in here and attend to me.”

I have just climbed out of the shower and already these people are after me to perform for them. I look over on the counter where I put the dog collar before stepping into the shower. Do I put that on before going into the bedroom, or not? I’d better. I took them to edge last night with my outburst, shocking them with my growl–wanting more space, more time for myself, being able to get away by myself for a while–asking for my own car. I think it came as a shock, but it shouldn’t have. The Greenbergs put me between them in bed last night, both of them petting me. Like that was going to make it all better.

After I’ve buckled the dog collar back on, I come to the door between the bathroom and the bedroom. Cynthia is sitting on the foot of the bed, all curves and crevices, Blood red lips and fingernails and toenails. Bottle blonde down to the snatch. Legs spreading and fingering the pouty lips of her cunt.

“Drop the towel, sweety. Show me you want me. Pant for me.”

I unknot and drop the towel to the floor. Of course I’m half hard. I’m young and virile and constantly horny. That’s why the Greenbergs have me here, serving their coffee and drinks, cleaning their pool, making their bed, lying in their bed, entertaining them, fucking them. My gaze goes out beyond the wall of glass overlooking the Mediterranean in the Italian Riviera. Arthur–Mr. Greenberg–well monied, mid-thirties and sleek and hard bodied, stands on the terrace there, smoking a cigarette, looking out to sea. He’s naked and is stroking himself.

“Come here, pet,” Cynthia coos. “No, don’t walk. Go down on your knees and crawl to me. Pant for me.”

I go down on my hands and knees and, panting, crawl to her over the carpet. When I reach her, her arms extend, her gold bangle bracelets jangling, and she pulls my face into her snatch. She moans and rocks against me, holding my black-curly haired head between her claws as I lap at her cunt, kissing her clit, sucking on the folds of her labia, making her tremble and shimmer.

She pulls me up between her thighs, clutching, squeezing, separating my buttocks and rubbing the rim of my hole with her blood-red fingernails, as I lean down, possess her lips with mine, and cup and work her pendulous breasts with my hands.

I’m in full erection now. She reaches between us with both hands, grasps my cock, and guides me into her. I enter her deep and we rock against each other, kissing, and my hands kneading her tits.

Arthur has entered the bedroom, he saddles up behind me and fingers my hole, showing me his intent. It’s no surprise when I feel his cockhead at my hole, rubbing me there, slowly entering me. He reaches around and palms my pecs, me fucking Cynthia and working her tits, Arthur fucking me and working mine. All of us panting.

One of his hands goes to the back of my neck, the fingers working their way under the dog collar on my throat, and he pulls my head into his chest arching my back, taking me in long thrusts as I fuck his wife. It isn’t long until he’s pulling on the collar, nudging me to the side, and I roll out from between them and lay there on my back beside them, legs dangling to the floor, leaning back toward the surface of the bed, supported on one arm, while I stroke myself with the other hand and watch Arthur take up my position and kiss and fuck his wife and knead her tits.

I watch for a few minutes–they are beautiful, well-pampered people, a beautiful couple; they fuck beautifully–and then I roll off the bed, pad to the door into the corridor, and then to my own sometimes-occupied bedroom.

I don’t think they even know I am gone–or have any idea whether there is food in my bowl.

* * * *

Pulling on a pair of short shorts–and nothing else–slipping my feet into sandals, and taking up a beach towel, I escape the house and go to the beach. I have taken off the dog collar and tossed it on the bed–on the bed the Greenbergs provided but don’t often let me use. Not far up the beach is a section, among high, grasses-covered dunes, where people go nude and where men meet men for brief encounters. I can still see the Greenbergs’ villa from here, in the far distance. I’m still within certain bounds.

I find a spot in a low-lying area, within the glimpse of the higher path in the dunes for those knowing what they are looking for. Although near where the waters of the Mediterranean break onto the shore, the area is out of sight of the water’s edge. I spread the towel, slip off the sandals and shorts, and lie down on my back, legs spread and bent, feet flat on the sand, my hand slowly stroking myself.

I don’t have long to wait. I am young, dark, lightly muscled, willowy–very youthful, I’m told although I’m twenty-one. There’s nothing wrong with my pedigree. I’ve never had trouble attracting men or women–and I don’t have trouble now. I haven’t come here purposely to give myself to men–but it certainly must have been my subconscious intent.

As soon as I have lain down, the chosen pathway for istanbul travesti men, most of them nude, to traverse the seashore becomes down through the depression where I lay rather than along the top of the dunes. Most of the men–most old and wrinkled–just smile and ogle me as they pass by. Increasingly, though, they become bolder, and several have walked by me more than once. To most, a nudist beach is “look, but don’t touch.” As soon as one has stopped by me and squatted and talked to me, there are others doing the same. Then, when one reaches out and takes my cock and lightly strokes it as he murmurs to me, there are men in evidence everywhere, walking more slowly, stopping and ogling–at the edge of the depression and down from the walk across the dunes.

The first couple of men just give a few strokes and go on. But one, who has returned, squats for longer, and while he strokes me, I reach over and take his cock in my hand and stroke him. He’s younger, in better shape, than most who have walked by. He leans in closer and down and takes my cock in his mouth. I lean in closer to him and lick his cockhead and then take the shaft inside my mouth.

An older man is standing close to us. He’s better looking, in much better physical shape, than most of the old men who have passed by. He has a mane of gray hair, and trimmed gray beard and mustache, a slightly hirsute body. The hair on his chest and his pubes is shot with darker-colored hair than that on his head. He’s substantial, but his skin isn’t wrinkled. He is still working out regularly. His eyes are a startling light blue and he as a deep, overall tan. He has a tattoo swirling around the contours of his chest, his breasts not yet sagging, but, despite the tattoo, he looks like a man in command and with money.

He’s in erection, with a shaft somewhat oversized and plump balls, and he has the shaft in hand and is stroking it as he watches the younger man and me sixty-nine. The younger man and I take each other to an ejaculation, and I lie back on the sand with a satisfied sigh of having picked my own partner for a release, as the younger man rises and walks off.

Woof, woof.

The older man is still there, standing below me, erection in hand, and looking down at me. Our eyes meet and hold. He comes down between my spread legs on his knees. He gently takes my knees in his hands, pushing them to the side, and widens my stance. I don’t resist. He runs his hands up the insides of my legs and I don’t resist this either. I shudder and give him a little moan. His hands go underneath me, cupping my buttocks, and, using the leverage of my feet, I lift my pelvis. A finger from each hand goes to the rim of my hole, rubbing it. I groan. The fingers become more insistent, and I groan deeper. Our eyes maintain contact. I give him no signal of resistance now–nor am I indicating that there likely will be any later. The fingers are in deep, pulling my hole open, rubbing and probing. I groan deeper, and grasp his biceps with my hands, and rock against his fingers.

“Yes?” he queries.

“Yes,” I answer.

He draws in closer with his knees, hovering over me, looking deeply in my eyes. I grimace as his cock enters me, but I hold, pushing my pelvis up further to receive him. He’s hard, thick, long. He fucks me and fucks me and fucks me. He grips my throat while he fucks, choking me and controlling my breathing. He is a cruel man, which I find arousing, especially at his age–that he would be so assured of the power and mastery of himself that he would take a much younger man this way. I am as much into the fuck as he is, keeping my pelvis raised with the leverage of my feet buried in the sand, and rocking with him, taking his cock in long, deep slides, showing him that I am taking as much pleasure from him as he is from me, showing him too that I am in synch with the breath play. I am a player. I can take some pain and danger–and cruelty.

When he has come inside me, breeding me–yet another signal that I will take danger–he pulls out, stands up, and extends a hand to me. I put my hand in his. He pulls me up and guides me up to the top of the beach, a hand cupping my bare buttocks, like I am some sort of stray he his taking home until he can find who owns me and turn me over to them. His villa, even more luxurious than the Greenbergs’ is, is nearby, on a cliff above the beach, with a commanding view of the Mediterranean. Everything about the man exudes command.

He lies on his back on a beach lounger while I swim laps in his pool. When I come out of the pool, he says, “Here, come to me, Diego.” I have learned that his name is Otto and he’s Austrian, but I know nothing else about him. He knows nothing about me other than that I am young, desirable, and will take cock–that I will take his cock on demand and maybe something else a bit more dangerous and cruel.

“No, on your knees, please. Crawl to me.”

With a sigh, I go to him on my knees, lower myself over his thighs, take his cock in my mouth, and give him head. When he is ready, I saddle myself istanbul travestileri on his hips, facing him, and ride his cock to his ejaculation. I hold my palms over the swirl of tattoo on his pecs; he twists and pinches my nipples as I groan and breathe heavily, taking his mastery and his cum.

Later, his Filipino houseboy serves us dinner on his terrace as we watch the sun set over the Mediterranean. Then he takes me to his room, to his bed, and fucks me through the night. He too puts a dog collar on me, which I take it is some sort of trend in sexual game on the Italian Riviera, with a leash and makes me trot along on all fours beside him to his bed. He first fucks me in the doggie position, on my knees on his bed, ass waving in the air, cheek and chest plastered to the bedspread, with his hand pushing down on the back of my dog collar, and Otto mounted high on my hips, fucking me vigorously.

Woof, woof.

There is no sign that he is going to give me a bedroom–only take me into his bed. But when he’s done with me for the night, he makes me sleep on a mat beside the bed.

* * * *

The next day Otto takes me shopping for clothes. He has some at his villa to fit me well enough, so I’m not shopping just in shorts and sandals. The nearest town, Noli, is in walking distance of his villa, and he’s a vigorous walker, as he is in other ways. So, we don’t have to go far. I’m not wearing a collar or am on a physical leash, but he is always there, close by, usually lightly touching me somewhere, so I feel the leash. The town is big enough to have a good men’s clothier, so I am outfitted in a tuxedo and some other good-quality casual clothes. He doesn’t tell me why I need a tuxedo. We stop in a pharmacy and I am supplied with toiletries. Otto buys condoms, which surprises me, as he has barebacked me up to now. His explanation at my quizzical look is “For tomorrow.”

I don’t pursue that point, as we say very little to each other and he doesn’t seem to think I need to know what we’ll be doing from minute to minute. As we move around, he guides me with his hands, and he often registers surprise that I can talk when I say something. He doesn’t speak Spanish and my German is only rudimentary, but we are able to converse in English. The Greenbergs are Americans. I’ve had my opportunity to become conversant in English, and Otto is, I think, a wealthy international businessman, so English is necessary to him.

We dress to the nines that evening, without Otto giving me a clue what we are doing and why tuxes are needed to do it. Nonetheless, he looks spectacular and says the same about me. I am just happy that I am doing something, going somewhere, rather than being chained up at home while my master goes out on the town.

It is the town–Noli–where we go, to the Stabilimento Balneare Bagni Florida seafood restaurant, on the beach, where we have a delicious meal, doing practically no talking, although Otto does acknowledge the greetings of enough people for me to know he is established–and apparently well respected–in the town. He introduces me to no one. I am invisible.

As we are finishing, the Greenbergs come in and are seated on the other side of the restaurant. When Otto and I rise from our table, Arthur sees me, and he looks startled and like he will rise and come to me, but Otto hustles me out of the restaurant. I don’t think Otto has seen Arthur, though, or made the connection that I have previously been with the Greenbergs. I wonder if the Greenbergs are a couple Otto knows.

We walk to the Miramare Hotel and are ushered to a party room, where other men, in tuxedos, are already gathered. There are seven of them in addition to Otto, plus two more young men about my age. The older men are appreciably older than the younger ones, ranging from their late forties into their sixties. Some of the older men are in pretty good shape, but most are on the heavy side. They are obviously men who eat well. All move confidently, look prosperous, and are well tanned. None are as handsome and well-built as Otto is, and Otto seems to be in charge. The other two young men appear to be there, like I am, to service one or two of the older men. I think two of the older men are among those who passed me, naked, on the nude beach the previous day.

I get the impression that this is some sort of preliminary reception meeting for some other event, but Otto doesn’t tell me much. I get the impression that, if I ask, he will tell me to heel and cower at his feet. He keeps me close to him, and although he makes the circuit of the room, talking with all of the other men, mostly in Italian or German, and pulls me around with him, he introduces me to no one. The other men give me lustful looks–I quickly get the impression, because they like to touch, that these men are in some sort of sex club, with a shared fetish for younger men–but they don’t try to find out who I am. Their obvious interest seems focused on my body.

There is a small stage, with guitarists, and entertainment before the evening is finished. travesti istanbul A male Spanish Flamenco dancer, tall, slim, but muscular, and extremely handsome and full of himself, dances for us to the music of the guitars. As he dances, Otto leans over and says to me, “Spanish, like you.”

“Yes,” I answer.

“His name is Fernando. Do you fancy him?”

“He dances very well. He’s consumed by passion,” I answer.

Otto laughs. It’s the most he’s said to me since we arrived at the reception. I should have known that it was significant.

The Flamenco dancer, Fernando, fucks me at Otto’s villa, while Otto watches. The dancer is athletic and demanding. Otto encourages him to give a show with me, and he does. We never go to the bed. We suck each other off, with him standing in the middle of the bedroom, holding me to him, head pointed to floor and feet to ceiling, and sixty-nining with me upside down. He fucks me at the bedroom wall, me on his cock, as he crouches, facing away from the wall. Me horizontal to the floor, my feet pressed into the back behind Fernando, my chest cantilevered over the floor, Fernando gripping my wrists, bowing my back, calling out the rhythm that he wants me to fall into in leveraging my feet off the wall and fucking myself on his cock. I feel like this is some sort of dance lesson.

He takes me standing, with my shoulders and the palms of my hands pressed to the floor and him jackhammering down into me, clutching my ankles and opening and closing my legs to the rhythm of his thrusts. Otto watches, naked and stroking himself, and urging Fernando to use athletic positions and to be cruel. Fernando complies.

I am exhausted when Fernando leaves, but Otto is keyed up. He puts me on all fours on the floor of his bedroom, mounts me, and fucks me like a dog.

That’s what I am. I am Otto’s dog. I was the Greenbergs’ dog too.

Woof, woof.

* * * *

I was right that last night’s reception was just the first salvo of something. These are the same men–or club–that I am taken out on an old motor cruiser from the marina of Loano some twenty kilometers west along the coast and am taken and taken and taken.

The three of us, the other two young men who were at the previous evening’s reception and me, are the entertainment for the eight old men who take us out into the Mediterranean to party all day. They don’t do just us; they do each other as well. There is a crew of three men taking care of the boat, but they stay well away from the action. I am happy that someone is there not so steeped in lust that they let us sink or drift out to sea.

As soon as we are well off the coast, but still can enjoy the view of holiday villas and flats on the shore, everyone strips down to the altogether. Most of the old men are nothing special to look at–even if they once were–but they certainly are self-confident and anything but shy. Perhaps they once were body beautiful and fancy that they still are. They are all still able to get hard–and not just once during the six hours we are at sea. They also show evidence of long practice in using their cocks.

The other young men and I are outfitted with dog collars, put on leashes, made to move around the boat on our hands and knees, and repeatedly mounted and fucked like dogs. This is a new trend in the game here and the old men are enthusiastic about it. Otto is in charge of the day, and as it progresses, the men get increasingly sloshed with the liquor that has been brought on board; increasingly randy; increasingly free with fucking each other in various configurations and positions; and increasingly inventive and cruel with their pets.

Not long before the sun is setting, the two other young men each is sandwiched between two older men and being fucked in a double penetration. Something more cruel is being assigned to me by Otto. He is wearing black latex gloves oozing with stringy lubricant. The three old men who aren’t busy doubling the other two young men are holding me down–one of the youngest and strongest of the bunch is under me, me reclining back onto his chest. He has his strong arms laced through mine, trapping my arms over my head. Each of the other two old men has taken one of my legs and wishboned me, raising and spreading the legs, making me vulnerable, completely at Otto’s mercy. They are all excited about what Otto is going to do with me.

Otto has little mercy to give. As I cry out and writhe, Otto fists me in the ass, slowly working his way up inside me to his wrist and then flexing and moving his fist. When he has me well open and I have completely collapsed into a puddle of jelly, he and each of the other men, fucks me in turn while the others hold me down. They all are in ecstasy. I manage.

A dog’s day like I’ve never had before.

Otto leaves me alone that night, in his bed, but he binds me at the wrists to the headboard overhead and the ankles at the footboard below, as he lies beside me and runs his hands over my naked body until I shudder and come for him–until I come for him again. How many times have I come today: how many men have come in playing and using me? I can’t manage to count. He is still cruel with me. For a couple of hours he edges me, not letting me come, until my balls ache and I have repeatedly begged him for relief.

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I always knew I liked cock, but growing up, I felt shameful at how much gay porn turned me on. By the time I had turned 28, I had finally come to terms with being bi. Though I had had many female partners and a handful of girlfriends over the years, I had yet to explore my bisexuality outside of pornography.

It was a beautiful sunny day in the middle of June when I had decided to change that. I lived by a well-known nude beach famous for it’s cruising. Nearly 3 miles of beautiful trails linked numerous beaches together. I had frequented the beach many times over the years. I had always been told never to stray onto the side trails, lest I might happen upon men cruising in the woods.

I parked near the trail head leading down to the beach. My heart was already pounding as I got out of my car. I had only gone fully nude there a couple of times prior, but I always struggled to keep from getting an erection. Filled with the knowledge that I would soon try and suck my first cock; this time was no different and I opted to keep my bathing suit on for the time being to contain myself.

The beach was accessible by several long sets of stairs that led down to the trails. I set off descending, struggling to keep my excitement and fear in check; I wasn’t sure which emotion was which at this point. I arrived at the bottom of the staircase. The main beach lay off to the right. It was packed that day on account of the beautiful weather. I looked out on a sea of naked people frolicking and relaxing among one another.

I looked left to the trail that led away from the main beach. I thought about backing out. I could just walk out onto the main beach and sit in the sun. I had almost lost the will when a throb in my bathing suit reminded me of how badly I had wanted this for so long now. I steeled myself and started walking along the trail back into the woods.

The further I walked, the fewer and fewer women I saw. Before long, there were only guys, each one eying me up as I walked by. I skipped by several of the busier beaches and came to a small one that sounded quieter and walked out into the open.

Four older men sat talking quietly nearby. They glanced over to me, the closest of them smiling at me before waving me to come closer. My heart felt like it skipped a beat. I walked over slowly, struggling to keep my erection from poking out of the band almanbahis of my bathing suit where I had stuffed it to keep it from showing. All of them looked to be in their mid fifties. They were fully naked, sitting with their legs wide. The one closest to me smiled as I approached.

“How are you today?” he said.

“Fine,” I replied, my voice cracking a bit.

“You should lose the suit,” he said chuckling “Young, fit guy like you should be tanning,” he winked.

My heart was pounding as the four of them looked up at me. I thought about laughing it off and walking away, taking the left back to the main beach and walking up the stairs to my car. I froze, thinking of every excuse I could to exit the situation gracefully. But my cock wanted out. It needed out.

I stepped back, untied my bathing suit, and slowly started slipping it down. My cock bounced as it flopped out. I stood there, surprised at myself, as the four older men stared unabashedly at my 6.5-inch, circumcised erection.

“What’s your name?” asked the man closest to me.

“David,” I said.

“I’m Henry. It’s nice to meet you.” The other three went back to talking amongst themselves. “What brings you down here today David.”

It took me a second to find my words. “I came to cruise,” I fumbled out clumsily.

Henry chuckled “Oh?” He extended out his right hand towards my cock, pausing when he came close, “Well then may I?”

I was outside of my body as I stepped closer. I nodded meekly. Henry smiled at me as his hand began fondling my balls. I couldn’t believe it. I had never been touched like this by another man.

My fear began turning to excitement as I watched Henry’s cock grow. He was big. Certainly, bigger than me, and his cock was already swollen from the cock ring he was wearing. I watched, mesmerized as his foreskin slowly peeled away from his wet glans as it grew. I wanted his cock in my mouth badly. I wanted to taste Henry’s cum.

I reached down after a nod of approval from Henry, gently touched his tip and played with his foreskin. I was touching another man’s cock for the first time. My heart still pounded. The other three casually toyed with their cocks as they watched us, still talking amongst themselves.

We played around like this for a minute before Henry joked “So what do you want to do?”

“Uhhh,” I stumbled. I couldn’t get the almanbahis giriş words out.

“You want to suck me?” Henry helped me out, sensing my desire to submit.

“Yes,” I said quietly, almost embarrassed that the other guys would hear me.

“Go one beach down. There are some bushes that are quiet, with some logs that you can sit on. Wait for me, I’ll be there shortly.”

I found the spot a short while later. I set my backpack down behind one of the logs and sat. I began stroking my cock as I waited what felt like an eternity. The sun was beating down on me hard as sweat dripped down my skinny pale frame. My heart leapt several times as guys walked by, poking their head into the bushes to watch me stroke. One even approached me, a young guy in his early twenties. He walked over and touched the tip of my dick.

“Want me to suck you?” he asked, as he gently toyed with me.

“I’m waiting on somebody,” I replied.

“Okay.” He smiled and left, leaving me alone once again.

Finally, when I was sure I couldn’t wait another second, Henry rounded the corner. He was taller than I thought, towering over myself at 5’9″, and fit for a guy his age, but with just enough dad bod to make my cock throb. As he approached, Henry laid a folded towel down on the ground.

“You should always bring one,” he winked at me. “For next time.”

My legs were weak as I stood up from the log and slowly walked over to him. I could barely carry myself forward towards his hard and swollen cock. I dropped to my knees at his feet. I wanted his cock in my mouth so badly. I looked up at Henry and opened my mouth longingly.

Henry moved towards me and rested his cock on my face. I could feel its weight. I brought my hands up to touch it, but he shook his head.

“Be patient,” he winked.

I kept my mouth open as he teased me, rubbing his cock over my face. I could feel the wetness of his precum on my skin. He cupped his balls and placed them on the bridge of my nose. The smell of his must filled me and overwhelmed my senses. The scent of his cock was driving me wild. I licked his balls as they covered my face. He tasted salty and manly. I needed his cock now.

Henry pulled back, taking hold of my chin as if holding my mouth open.

“You want this?” he asked, slapping his heavy cock on my tongue.

“Pleaseee,” I moaned.

Henry smiled almanbahis yeni giriş as he finally put his cock in my mouth. All remnants of my fear and apprehension washed away as my senses were overwhelmed with the new sensation. My tongue circled his big cock head under his foreskin as I probed and played. I had always been jealous of uncut men and had long desired to feel and play with another man’s foreskin.

I was in disbelief that this was finally happening. The feeling of another man’s cock in my mouth was even better than I had imagined. His cock leaked precum as I tasted the tip. Memories of tasting my own precum flooded me as I enjoyed the similar, yet so different taste. It tasted so hot.

Sensing it was time to get to work, I began taking Henry’s cock deeper in my mouth. I went deeper and deeper, sucking his cock like I wished every girl I’d been with had sucked mine. His glans touched the back of my throat. I fought with my gag reflex, wanting every inch of him.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Henry moaned in encouragement. “You like Daddy’s cock David?”

“I love your cock Daddy!” I exclaimed, surprised at myself.

“Stroke your cock like a good boy.”

I did what I was told. My cock absolutely throbbed as I rubbed it. I moaned softly as I lost myself in what I was doing.

As I continued, Henry began to tremble. His voice grew quieter as he spoke words of encouragement.

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy for Daddy. Suck Daddy’s cock just like that baby.”

I could sense we were reaching the end. Henry pulled his cock away from my mouth as he reached down to hold my chin.

“Show Daddy your tongue.”

I stuck my tongue out as I was told, looking up at him longingly with my mouth open.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“I want to swallow your cum.” I whispered.

I was so close to cumming, edging with excitement as Henry began stroking himself, still holding onto my chin. He tilted my head up and placed his glans on the tip of my tongue. I could feel his cock begin to contract and pulse.

Henry let out a moan as he came. He covered my tongue and shot into the back of my throat. I can’t really describe the flavor, only that I loved tasting him. I swallowed happily as he squeezed more cum out onto his fingers. I opened as he stuck them in my mouth, feeding me the last drop.

“Are you going to cum too?”

I didn’t have to answer him. I moaned as I came on the ground between his feet.

I left the beach that day knowing I would be back. And I was, weekend after weekend for every summer I lived near there.

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The soccer match was in the second half and the Varsity team was being beaten by two goals by the visitors. Suddenly, a sophomore Arts major yelled at the top of his voice:

“Put the ball in their net, and I’ll put my cock in their ass!” Many of us laughed, I looked at this shortish, plump guy with a bubble-butt prominent ass, as he was yelling profanities at the rival team.

“Look at that Gandoo!: Quipped one spectator, “What a threat with his puny cock!” said another. “No he’s scaring them with his deep ass.” yelled one standing next to me, as he elbowed me for confirmation.

In the Pakistani young male society being openly gay is not an option. All over-18s are ready to act as tops but being known as a ‘Gandoo’ (a pejorative term for a habitual bottom), is social suicide. They are the butts of all practical jokes, put-downs, insults and occasional beatings. There’s no question of being outed and survive as a regular guy.

Such was my situation. Though not craving for a cock up my ass, I yearned for a warm, indeed hot, male body next to me. Preferably in the nude and with our cocks in each others crotch; our tongues exploring our bodies. Being brought up in ritual ablutions and washing ups, I was loath to take a cock in the mouth and rimming was a no-no. In my High School senior year I had found a few like-minded friends and these were my memory bank for jerking off. Being in a distant college campus, I was reluctant and afraid to initiate a contact.

“i didn’t think he was that hard up, for a cock” A tall senior confided almanbahis loudly o his friend, “Sal told me he fucked him last night and someone else fucked him two days ago,” This quick spreading of private happenings further increased my apprehension, but my cock would not settle down. Discreet inquiries confirmed the bubble-butt’s name and location. Rod, yes that was his nickname, lived in the next hall, and had a bearded Taliban type as a roommate, who was also his main protector, I was told.

Few days later I ran into him on a bus ride to the town. “You a frosh from Down East?” he yelled over the noise. We exchanged pleasentries and found common interest in playing chess. We got off at the same spot.

“Come up to our common room sometime and see championship calibre chess” he said. I was weary of standing close to him as my hard-on would not subside. Next Thursday I had no morning classes and woke up late. The dinning hall was closed so I ordered breakfast at the coffee shop. Rod was there, bleary eyed and disheveled

“Hey there” I said, “Had a late night?” He waved me to sit beside him and in a hoarse voice that he played flash, an Asian style three-card poker, all night and lost a bundle. At coffee we spoke of popular fiction and found a shared interest in Rex Stout and Agatha Christie.

“You’re welcome to visit and borrow any book you want.” I said nonchalantly, Hoping he’ll step in the opening!

“Lead on McDuff!” He yelled and we left together for my room. His fingers touched mine on the banister as we climbed the stairs almanbahis giriş to the upper floor. The touch was neither hot nor electric; but it was repeated at the next landing, almost an undeniable interest.

“Go slow,” I said to myself, “Don’t sell yourself short.” As we got to the room, he checked the books, and fell on the bed with one of my roommate’s girly magazine. I picked another and sat on the desk. Few minutes later he pulled me down to show a model’s nice boobs and booties.

“Do you mind if I appreciate her more fully?” saying this he yanked his cock out of his fly and started rubbing it up and down. I stole a glance and was surprised to see that it wasn’t “puny.” Actually it was more than 5 1/2 inches long, fat rounded head, the shaft tapered small at the root. A sure sign of over masturbation! Unlike large cocks, found in porn, this was a large real life specimen in in my neighborhood.

“Come join the fun, let’s see yours” he yelled, “Lock the door!.” He took my hand and pressed it on his Lund. It was flabby though not flaccid; heavy and smooth. He jumped off the bed, and shook off his pants. Grabbing me by the waist he kissed me, jabbing his tongue in my mouth. What made my sweet surrender inevitable was his milky smooth legs, his meaty thighs and a rising ass that needed a few slaps before being rammed into. He undid my shorts and undies, freeing my four and a half inch dripping tool that was rock hard. Dropping to his knees he took the entire length in his mouth and I almost came right there. He didn’t insist for almanbahis yeni giriş me to return the favor.

I pulled back and we fell back on the bed. I entwined my legs with his and was engulfed in warmth, indeed heat of passion. We flip-flapped and enjoyed each others bodies. He knew the love buttons and pushed them as I screamed with pleasure. His favorite position was lying on his back with his legs raised and my cock touching his asshole, For himself he wanted me lying on my abdomen with him straddling me while moving up and down. Both of us came at some point without inserting,

We met a few nights later in his hall’s Common Room where he showed off his chess prowess, He saw me and signaled me to leave and meet outside.

“Its our lucky day,” he confided: The Taliban type had gone for the night to his nearby village and I should sleep over or stay till the gates close. This time we took all our clothes off and he begged me to take his cock in my mouth and he’ll let me fuck him in his ass. How could I tell him that I’d prefer his cock in my ass and I get the blow job? In any case I took his flabby piece of meat in my mouth and fondled his balls. Holding my head he mouth fucked me till he almost came. He lubricated with spittle his bubble-butt and lowered it on my erect cock. It was like straw in a coke bottle. He sensed my disappointment and flipping me over put a liberal dose of spit on my ass and tapped his cock head on it pushing it in ever so slowly; lying flat on top of me he put his hands under my shoulders and started ramming it in. The feeling was heavenly. The fat head penetrated fully and another big push got the shaft all in. His pubes were scratching my ass and his balls were banging on it. He eventually massaged the prostate and I came like a waterfall!

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