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To begin, I just passed, and now I’m in my second year of University. My time during the first year was nothing special. Simply getting to know each other, settling in the dorms, which were one for one with no roommates, making friends, and trying to get good grades while skipping classes. It was nice that the first year went without any trouble. I did make a lot of friends, but most of them were just class buddies, not the real ones. I also dated some girls, but not for long, as they would start ghosting me after knowing that I was not a virgin and was bisexual. I tried dating the boys too, but had no luck as I didn’t find any of them my type.

I am good-looking and have gained some muscles by using the University gym with my friend Alex. I won’t overestimate, but I would still give myself a seven out of ten for my looks alone. I have a naturally slim and lean body. With a height of six feet and some inches. Never bothered to measure after reaching six feet. From all the movies and shows I have watched, I would say I am a little bit sad to still be single with these looks. Even Alex who would stand around me on the charming scale had a girlfriend.

For this reason, I made it my goal to not be single and find a partner before the start of my third year. Now, at the start of the second year, we are preparing to celebrate the addition of the new first years. I planed on picking up girls on this event, but I was distracted. Due to one of the professors, who was in charge of the celebration, Mr. Sabu.

He is a stocky man in his mid forties with salt and pepper coloured hair, beard and a small moustache. He was about 5 feet and 10 inches tall. His brown eyes were always strict and domineering. But despite that, I found him quite cute. His eyes had a caring glance. Due to that, he looked like a stuffed, chubby bear to me.

He taught the second-year classes, but I had seen him many times when he was a substitute in some our lectures. And whenever I saw him, I had this feeling to just go and bear hug him. To just stay in his embrace. However, I knew the feelings weren’t mutual because he had repeatedly picked me up for the smallest of misbehaviors. Not only just, but nearly most of us. Furthermore, I too would argue with him due to that. I did this just because he looked more fluffy and cute when he turns slightly red due to his little anger. And I knew deep down inside me that I was a little hard for him.

He would always wear a formal suit, and God, did they fit him so much. The pants giving away the full shape of his tight butt, and the shirt outlining his huge pecks and belly. To me, the preparation time for the celebration was time spent in peace. I got to see him every day as he was in charge of it. Adding to it was the fact that I could just stare at him to my heart’s content. Though I had to be a little careful. I did the work just like instructed, and after finishing, I would keep admiring his sexy figure from time to time, until I got called to do other stuff, which was mostly arranging something. Even after the day was called off, I would just imagine him with me in my dorm room alone, with ‘nothing’ between us. With us just going down with it. I would get hard just from the thought of him sucking me off. His little moustache hair caressing against my shaft while he is at it.

Oh God, I have such a dirty mind. How can I think like this about him? He is around the same age as my father and is married. He has a daughter and a 22-year-old son, the same age as me. But he is to my liking, and the way he acts like he is the man above all makes me more excited about him. Seeing him walk around with that tight ass and bear belly, ordering everyone in an angry tone. How can he do all that while still looking adorable and fuckable? Damn these thoughts; I can’t even sleep now.

The next day, after doing my morning routine, I reached the stage where the preparations were going on. And as soon as I arrived there, I also saw him arrive a little ahead of me. Why? Now I won’t be able to think about other stuff because he won’t leave my mind. I glanced over at him and tried not to be obvious as I walked towards my friends and Alex, with whom I was working. I greet some of them and start on my part of setting up the stage. Hanging and adjusting the decorations on the stage was easy but still tiring. We have been doing it for one day, and today it will be completed, and then we will hold the celebration tomorrow. The acts and dances have already been set.

After being done with the arrangements, I sat on one of the seats to rest. I looked at everything, seeing the last bits of the preparations being done. Soon enough, I find the professor walking up there and saying, “Alright everyone, the preparations are finished. Now we can do a trial run of the performances.”

Hearing him, everyone emptied the stage and came over to the seats. I saw Mr. Sabu coming over to me. Since I was sitting in the first row, he too came there to watch everything with Bostancı Escort some other professors. When I saw him, my mind went all-over the places. He came near me and sat right next to me. My arm pressed against his due to the joined arm rests of the seat. He felt warm, and I could smell his perfume or maybe it was just my imagination.

Soon the first act started, and he took out his phone to probably record it. As time passed, I kept thinking more about him. Occasionally, I would steal a glance at him and his groin. I could slightly notice his package near the folds of the zip, feeding my erotic thoughts. As I continued sneaking a peek, I felt him noticing. I quickly moved my glance to the stage, where the second dance performance had started. While I was looking there, he tapped my shoulder. I panicked, thinking he saw me looking at his groin.

“Yes?” I said, trying to feign innocence.

“Excuse me. Would you mind holding the phone for me to record this?” He said this while moving his hand towards me. “My hand seems to have strained due to holding it for a while.”

“Um, I think I can do that for you, Professor.” I said nervously and took his phone. I tried to keep it steady to not disturb the recording.

“Thank you very much.” he said, and asked, “Are you a second-year student?”

“Yes, I am.” I said and told him my name.

“Seems like I will be seeing you often now.” he said with a smile, “I will try to repay you for helping me.”

“Oh, don’t bother. It’s okay.” I replied, still a bit flustered.

“No, please don’t decline.” he said with a caring look in his eyes. Which was not a common sight.

“All right. I will look forward to it.” I said, wondering who could even say no to him when he looked like that. Then it hit me. My reply was bad, like you can’t be looking forward to it.

“Same.” he replied, as I was still lost in contemplating my reply to him.

Our small chat ended there, and we returning our attention to the stage. The trial performance was about to be done since we only did the programs like the dances and acts. The welcome speeches were to be given by the professors and the university president, so it was not going to happen today. Just before the end of the last performance, the professor stood up and went outside. I assumed he went to the restroom as he moved in that direction.

Soon the performance ended, and I stopped recording. And then the thought of going through his phone came to my mind. I checked toward the exit and found no sign of him returning. So I scrolled to see all the apps he uses. And to my utter surprise, I saw the gay dating app. I noticed it as soon as my eyes were drawn to it as, I had previously used it once. My heart started racing fast as I opened to check it. Why would he use a gay dating app? No, why would he even use a dating app? Isn’t he happily married? I reflected as I navigated to ‘My profile’ in the app. There, I saw it. He had a naked picture of himself set as his profile picture. I noted his user ID and zoomed in on the photo to check if it was really him or not. And seeing the sight before me, I could not believe my eyes. I was seeing him bare ‘Naked’. I quickly took my phone out and clicked a picture of it.

I wanted to check more, but I saw him coming, so I walked towards him to return his phone. While giving it back to him, my heart was pounding hard in my chest as I looked at him. All that ordering others and acting like a boss. But having a secret of his own.

“Thanks for helping me out.” he said as he took his phone back.

“You’re welcome.” I said.

We looked at each other for a while before I asked him, with all my courage, “Umm. Can I get your number?”

“Huh.” he mumbled.

“I meant I like, you will be teaching us from now on, so sooner or later I would require your contact number.” I hurriedly explained.

“Oh. For sure, you can have it.” he accepted my reasoning and gave me his number.

Then he said his goodbyes and went back to the other professors. I too went back to my dorm. It had gotten pretty late when I entered my room, feeling all kinds of positive emotions. I sat on my single bed and began my line of thoughts. Wondering if he is not happy with his wife and wants to try something new. Was it just an old ID he made in the past? That can’t be it because in the picture he looked like his current self. Or did he just recently develop an interest in men? What is his type? I should have checked his other details too. But for the time being, at least I have his naked picture. I tried to refrain myself from checking it again but failed miserably.

I opened my gallery and clicked on his photo. The quality was not the best due to it being a photo of the phone showing the picture. It was a mirror photo, so his whole body was captured. And it was enough to turn me on. I took in every detail of his bare body. He looked so nice and manly. His salt and pepper coloured hair made a small tangle on his Ümraniye Escort head. His brown eyes revealed his a hint of his sluttish side, which he had most likely kept hidden from everyone. His small moustache was gently placed over his light red lips. They appeared to be as juicy as a cherry to me. His trimmed beard gave him a dominating look. His frim and big pecs on his chest are covered in a little bit of body hair. His nipples were pressed up against his chest. His bulky arm which look rough and delicate, both at the same time. His bear belly, which looked smooth in contrast to his hairy chest. Below that was his semi-hard dick, which he held in his hand. It was uncut and near about 5 inches in length. It was probably on the thick side when full hard. I could notice the light glistening at his dickhead due to the pre-cum. His big balls were hanging down, waiting to be held in. Next were his thick thighs which looked soft but like the ones he had worked on in the gym. It was bad luck that I didn’t get any looks at his naked back. But I assumed his tight butt to be just round and as thick as his thighs. Fuck, my dick started hurting due to all the blood rushing there, so I opened my pants and underwear. As I began masterbating, I felt the pre-cum on my dick and imagined us alone together going down at it.

With me lying over his bear belly as I sucked his dick and felt the taste of his pre-cum in my mouth. With one of my hands seizing and playing with his balls and the other pinching his nipple. While at the same time feeling the warmth of his lips on my dick as I prepared to fuck his face. First, I went slowly making sure he could take it all in. As I kept going deeper and deeper with every thrust, his moans started to get louder. Then I felt the back of his throat on my head. I stopped there to let him enjoy the feeling of it. During this, I moved my hand from his balls to his shaft and started working on it. I moved my mouth up and down with my hand. My tongue swirled in and around his stretched foreskin and glans at a slow but consistent pace. I then also continued to work on his mouth. As I went in and out of his mouth, he placed his hands around my balls and started fondling them.

I kept going on with my fantasy, all the while not stopping to please myself. I imagined his muffled whispers mixing with mine. Both of us showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. I tried to imagine and feel his breath bringing a cold sensation on my dick. His moustache rubbed against my dicks’ base as I deep throated him. I carried on with those thoughts, slowly reaching the point of no return. The idea of blowing my load in his mouth and having him return it. And him swallowing my seed, brought me over the edge, as I quickly grabbed some tissues from the bedside drawer. I kept jerking while I cummed on the tissue paper, still thinking about his mouth.

After cleaning up and throwing the tissues in the bin, I again went to bed and laid down. I closed my eyes to go to sleep, knowing I would be having a good dream.

The next day, as soon as I woke up, I tried looking for him on the dating app. But couldn’t find him, perhaps because he had found some and changed his status, so he doesn’t show up on others’ searches. Man, I hope it isn’t like that. I really want to have my shot on him now that I know he is gay or at least not happy with his wife.

I quickly stopped my thoughts and went to the bathroom. I then wore my favourite clothes, which looked good on me. Today was the celebration, so it was my chance to get a long term girlfriend or boyfriend. And with good enough luck, I might as well get the professor. Any one of these is suitable for me as long as they are my type. The third one surely is.

I can’t stop thinking about him now that I have seen his naked picture. Should I blackmail him into a relationship? No, that would be really messed up of me. Yeah, I should probably not force him into it, as true love is more preferred by me. After all, he seems so cute, lovable and precious in the picture.

I went to the stage and found Alex. We talked about how we had already seen the programmes and questioned if we should stay or not. We got the answer easily, as his girlfriend, Ella insisted on seeing it. She also had a plan to introduce me to one of her friends. It was a good deal to stay there, as I could get a partner and still watch the professor. Hitting everywhere can pretty much secure my chances of not staying single.

I was playing from both sides as a bisexual and still losing. Well, it is difficult if I like sexy girls and at the same time like old men the same age as my own father. Are my choices complicated. Should I just go in one direction. Well, I only had real sexual activity with a girl, but I would still get a hard on of thinking about the photo of the professor. The pleasure that can only be felt with another man. A mature man in my case.

We three, along with two other girls whom I didn’t know, probably Kartal Escort her friends, went to the seats. It was a random choice for me since I sat beside Alex. I would have tried to get a seat with a nice view of the professor. But he was not here yet, so I didn’t know where he would sit. All I could guess was that it was in one of the front rows, near the other faculty members.

Since Alex was busy talking with Ella, I scrolled through my social media. I tried to skip time quickly by making myself busy. The seats gradually started to fill with the University students and the first-years. The auditorium quickly filled to capacity. Then I saw Mr. Sabu walking up to the podium on the side of the stage. Was he chosen for the welcoming speech? Well, it would be nice to hear some lovely words for the newcomers by him. Since he sounded angry most of the time, today I might discover his other tones. It appears that I will be finding a lot about him.

He was wearing a white shirt and a black vest. He matched the vest with a black blazer and pants. He looked like he was about to go to an important interview. He dressed like this every day but minus the vest and interview part. As he reached the podium, he tapped the mic once, before speaking.

My guess about hearing his welcoming voice was shattered, as he continued to speak. His tone was still a lot more comforting than usual. So, it was new. He didn’t stick around too much and quickly finished his speech. He then invited the student president to continue. On this, the president stood up and walked up to the podium. At the same time, the professor came down to one of the empty seat at the front row. Nice spot for me to watch him. I kept looking at the back of his head. Wondering what he is thinking?

The president’s speech sounded boring, so I continued using my phone. I then had an idea and thought about sending a message to the professor. I typed, “Nice speech today” and clicked send. I knew he wouldn’t recognise me because he didn’t ask for my number.

I looked up at him to see if he had checked his phone. At first, he kept his eyes on the stage. Then, I saw him move and take out his phone. I then felt my phone buzz. I looked and saw he had sent a reply asking, “Who’s this?”

I kept looking at the message and contemplating how I should reply. I could paste a pickup line or just say my name. Well, should I just say I know his secret. No, it will probably ruin my chances of him. I can also say, someone who likes him. How will he react to that? I might as not even answer him.

In the end, I typed, “Guess it” and pressed send.

This time I got the reply pretty fast. He had sent a short massage reading, “Someone from the University”.

Seems like he doesn’t mind having this pointless chat. I didn’t waste much time and sent, “Good deduction”.

“Thanks, but you are still a stranger”, he sent back.

“Well, you can keep talking and find it out”, I replied trying to get the control of the chat.

I saw the seen mark below my text and waited for his reply. This time though, it didn’t come even after some minutes had passed. Did he got annoyed. Seems likely. I thought of coming clean to him, but then I heard my phone buzz.

“Are you trying to play hard to get”, his reply was surprising. Did he seriously typed this? Is he just playing along?

“So you want to get me, huh” I kept on going with the flow.

“I am, if you are my kind”, I almost forgot to breathe on seeing that. Is he trying to move the conversation his way?

I thought for some time before writing, “What is your type”. Now, either he backs out or I will get something interesting.

After waiting for a couple of minutes, I got back his reply, “You curious”. I could not believe this was actually the professor who I thought was the epitome of discipline. Who would point out even the smallest of mistakes.

Damn, was he always this good with his words? I thought through some possible replies and finally sent, “Want to find out”. Reply to this, big boy.

I soon got a small reply of, ” Strong”. Is that his type, or is he talking about my texts.

I went with the former and typed, “That I am, princess”. I thought for some time, if I should remove the medieval order and the Princess. Ultimately I didn’t change it and send it. He asked for strong. A strong knight is what he gets.

His reply came back shortly after. He had sent, “Bold of you to assume I am a princess”. Well, he didn’t denied or stopped messaging, so I guessed it was fine.

I was wondering how to reply to it when I got another text from him reading, “And I like your way of talking”. Should I say I like him too? Or should I stop and tell him that it’s me?

I eventually decided to continue because who knows when I’ll get another chance like this. “I have much more of what you will like”, I typed. This one can probably make him stop. I hoped it wouldn’t and tapped send. I wondered if I was pushing my luck too much.

I looked over at him to see his reaction, but he didn’t show any signs. He was not even trying to see if the person who messaged him was there or not. I started to consider some of the replies he might send, as I nervously tapped my feet on the leg of the seat.

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As she walked over to me she told me not to worry she would not hurt me….too much and laughed.

She brought her cock to my lips and told me to suck it. Having no choice I opened my mouth as wide as I could and she fed me her cock. It soon hit my throat and she just kept working it until she had it down my throat. When I thought I was going to die from lack of air she pulled it out. Then she began fucking my mouth.

I had drool running out of my lips and down my chin as she fucked in and out. Some strokes went back into my throat while she held back some of them. Before long she drove it into my throat and I felt it spasm as she shot her seed right straight down my throat. She got off of me and began putting her clothes back on and I thought that was the end of my ordeal. But I was wrong.

She told me to not go anywhere, laughing and walked out of the room. I was left wondering what was going to happen next and fell asleep. I woke up to her voice telling Anadolu Yakası Escort me to wake up she was back and had a surprise for me.

When my eyes opened and my focus returned I saw that it was late afternoon. I also there were two little people with her, but they were women. The maid told them to get naked as she herself began removing her clothing. As the other two were stripping the maid slid her cock into my moth blocking my view of the others as she slowly fucked my mouth.

I then felt boobs on my thigh as a warm mouth engulfed my by now hard cock. The maid then moved away from me and I could now see the head bobbing up and down on my cock as well as the other little woman stroking a cock. I now knew the surprise was two little people shemales!

When the one sucking my cock moved away the maid climbed onto the bed between my legs. She lifted them up onto her shoulders and worked her cock into my ass. I started to scream Avrupa Yakası Escort from the pain but was stopped from doing so when one of those little people slid her large cock into my mouth.

I was now being fucked at both ends with my hands tied over my head so I couldn’t do anything about it. As soon as the first one emptied her balls into my mouth she was replaced by the other one. The maid just kept pounding my hole and telling me how she was going to breed me and then the two little shemales would be hard again and they too would breed me.

They took turns fucking me at both ends for over an hour before I felt one pumping he seed into my ass. She stayed there until her cock softened and slipped out. I was then filled with cock again as the next one started fucking me again. This one was the maid and since she had been fucking me before and forcing her cock down my throat just a few minutes earlier she didn’t take long to İstanbul Escort seed my ass with her load of cum.

She slid her softening cock from my hole and the last one took her place. She told me she was going to fuck me slowly and make it last a while. The maid then slipped her soft cock into my mouth and told me to clean it. I could taste my ass on it as well as her cum.

When she tired of me cleaning her cock she moved away and I could see the little one fucking me and stroking my cock as she did. She told me she was going to make me cum at the same time as she did and her cock was hitting my prostate just right with each stroke she made. It wasn’t long before we both came with hard orgasms. My load shot out with such force that some of it hit my face as she pumped me furiously.

When she finally softened and slipped out they got dressed and the two little shemales left.

The maid told me that it was late and she needed to get home so she released me and said that if I was still here in the morning when she returned to clean the rooms she would do this room last so she would have time to give another ass fucking.

I took a long needed shower and fell back onto the bed and fell right to sleep, wondering tomorrow might bring me.

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Editor’s note: this work contains scenes of fictional rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.

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“Here, this will relax you and help the heart do its work.” I watched as the syringe slow pumped the drug into the vein of my arm. It did relax me, but at the same time it put me into heat. I felt the muscles of my anal passage loosening, inhibitions evaporating, and waves of sensuality rolled over me. My eyes went to Dr. Keller, who was looking sexier to me by the second. He was tall, trim, and handsome—a mature Adonis, graying at the temples, his eyes a bewitching hazel, his skin tanned and glowing with health. He had strong hands, with long, sensuous fingers, and a smile that gathered you in and made you want to spread your legs for him. I had spread my legs for him both before and after the surgery.

“This is a lovely, freeing drug,” he murmured.

“Yes, doctor, it is,” I agreed, my mouth feeling woolly and my answer nonsensical. I got the impression that was why Keller prompted me to say something—to gauge how far gone I was.

He was more than my heart surgeon. He was the god who gave me more life.

I felt myself going hard. I could get to where I begged for whatever was in that drug cocktail. Ever so slightly I felt my pelvis tremble and move. Dr. Keller put a hand, with those long, slender fingers of his, on my thigh, high up, on the inner surface. I ever-so-slightly spread my thighs for him, willing his hand to take possession of me, knowing now that, in time, it would.

Our eyes were locked. He was continuing to gauge how mellow I was becoming from the drugs—how soon his hand could move farther up.

I knew he wanted to fuck me again. His program at this private hospital was based on sexual pleasuring therapy, and he’d made no bones about enjoying treating me. It had been Dr. Keller who had sought me out when he’d heard I was retiring with a serious heart condition and had told me how I could cut the line for a heart transplant. “It would be my pleasure having you in my program, I assure you. I have admired you for years.”

What I found is that he’d wanted to fuck me for years, and now, thanks to my heart giving out on me and him coming to the rescue, he could, whenever he wanted to—and he had the means to make me want it too. And here, in the far north woods of Maine, we could be whatever we wanted, do whatever we wanted, with each other. Thanks to Dr. Keller and his fast-track heart transplant program, I could live longer—and better than I had for years of pretending there was nothing wrong with my health.

Thanks to the drugs and to something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on, I could release all inhibitions and open my legs to the doctor—and any other man—whenever they wanted me to. All my life men had been attracted to me, but I had held them at bay. Not so now, since coming to this private hospital. Now I couldn’t get enough of it—and men were still attracted to me.

Would a slight touch on the inner surface of my thigh have caused me to spread my legs for an obviously randy doctor in my “before-the-transplant” life? Not on your life. Although I’d always known I preferred men and the stance of a subversive, I’d been cool as ice, not letting men I desired get close to me. This was a whole new life for me.

“Are you still seeing these hallucinations?” He was stroking my inner thigh.

“No, not really,” I answered. It had been a mistake to tell Dr. Keller about them at all, and, no, I hadn’t stopped seeing them. And there had been other things too, feelings from the heart—from the heart that wasn’t mine. I don’t know why I wasn’t being straight with Dr. Keller on this. I was open with the therapist about it, and surely he coordinated with Keller on treatment. There had been no secret that the therapy would be a sexual one—that every man I came in contact with on the staff here would and could fuck me. The indulging in sexual desire was supposed to promote my jest for life. The surprise to me was, with the help of the drugs and some other aspect of my new life I couldn’t define, I was easy for them, letting them fuck me if they indicated they wanted to.

I was lying on my back on the bed in my plushly outfitted private bedroom in Dr. Keller’s private hospital on the edge of the dark woods leading to Baskahegen Lake, near Maine’s border with Canada. Very isolated. I had a picture window overlooking the manicured grounds and the seemingly encroaching dark woods. That was another thing that made my new heart flutter—the view of the woods, forbidding and foreboding for some reason, some reason known only by my heart. That had started the night of the full moon when I had awakened to see robed figures walking into the woods.

But back in the present, Dr. Keller have thought the drugs had taken over with me, as he was running his hands all over my body—intimately.

“How does this feel?” he murmured, “Are you İstanbul Escort fine with this?”

“Yes, doctor. That feels good.” My voice sounded detached from me, like it was coming from somewhere else in the room.

He traced the incision for the transplant lightly with his fingers. We were well past me being embarrassed or inhibited about that glaring imperfection on what had been a beautiful body on public display for over a decade. We pretended that he was checking on my circulation, making sure the new heart was pumping everywhere it should be—that it was working as well for me as for the young man it had come from. They had told me the donor was a young, fit man to assure me that, if my body didn’t reject the organ, it would serve me for many decades more, but they wouldn’t tell me anything beyond that about him. They wouldn’t even tell me who he’d left behind so that I could thank them.

“And this?” He had loosely encased my cock with his hand and was slow stroking it. It was hardening for him.

“Yes, that’s fine,” I murmured in my faraway voice.

It was all hush hush and private. I had jumped the line. It had cost me dearly, one-point-two-million dollars up front and ten thousand to the private hospital each month I survived the surgery—until I didn’t. I had no one to leave my fortune to so I might as well indulge myself on the way out—assuming that was where I was headed in the short or near term. They had assured me that it was money being given to heart research—research on prolonging life after a transplant.

I could live here, in privacy and isolation, as long as I wanted. But I could afford it. I had just recently, upon the diagnosis of a bad heart—a very bad heart—retired at the peak of my eleven-year, very lucrative career as an international-level high fashion male model, notable for my pouty, sultry Byronic looks.

Keller had locked the door behind him when he entered the room. That was the signal to me that we would be having sex. I had initially voiced concerned about that. Should a man, even though still in his early thirties, who had a replacement heart, be exerting himself by having sex. Dr Keller had said that in this phase, a month beyond the surgery with no evidence of rejection, it was fine—that, in fact, it was prescribed—it was at the base of the treatment at this private institution.

“With what you’re paying, would I prescribe anything that didn’t prolong your life?” he asked. He was smiling when he said that and I shared in the laugh.

And then, both of us having realized the spark was there since before the operation, he decided he was the one to deliver the prescription.

But that was another of the “change of heart” mysteries I was anguishing over and telling Dr. Keller nothing about and the therapist not everything about. I had been gay curious before the operation, but now I was almost nymphomaniac about it—or satyriasis, I think the term for male nymphos was. Now I wanted it from a man all of the time. Was that something the man whose heart I now had was and I wasn’t before the surgery, or was I just so grateful at having been given a second go at life that I had thrown over all of my inhibitions and given full reign to my natural instincts?

How much of a man’s innate behavior was his heart? Could I, in part, be the heart donor as well as myself? Did I lose some of me—the reticent me, it seemed—by losing my own heart? If the donor was promiscuous, would that make me so too? If not, something was making me promiscuous post-surgery. Was it just the drugs they injected in my veins?

He was stroking my cock a little more vigorously and I was panting. A hand had gone under my waist and snaked down to my crack. The pad of the finger had found and was lightly stroking my hole.

One of my recurring visions, often brought on during sex with Dr. Keller and others here, made me retain the worry that it was the something involving the donor. Sometimes at the height of sex a vision of a small ship—motoring off the coast—a party boat floated into my mind. What I would see were all men, some old, some young and naked. And the older men were using the younger ones. Invariably my perspective would be from that of one of the younger rent-boys. I would be lying in Dr. Keller’s embrace, his arms around me, my legs hooked on his hips, his mouth moving down my throat to my nipples, and his dick inside me, pumping, and I would be having a vision of being in the same position on a party boat, but with an older, uglier, heavier man than Dr. Keller fucking me in the same position. It was all strange to me—not just the sexual positioning but the party boat and the ocean images. Before the change in hearts, I hadn’t known anything about party boats on the ocean.

I never could remember having any dreams before the heart surgery and my stay in this hospital of a man actual fucking me. Now, such dreams were recurring.

Dr. Keller’s mouth and hands had glided Kadıköy Escort down my body and his mouth closed over my erection. I lifted my pelvis to him, wantonly rocking against his face—two beautiful men locked in a gorgeous coupling.

“You have such a glorious body,” the doctor murmured.

My arms raised above my head, my hands grasping the top of the headboard, my back arching. I was open, vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do with my body. He had unbuttoned his white coat and he was naked, lean, hard-bodied underneath. He was in full, long and thick erection. He was fit, in his late forties, and movie-star handsome.

He was climbing up on the bed.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I murmured, aching for him in my newly acquired need for having a man’s cock moving inside me. He stretched out beside me in reverse on the bed. I reached down, grasped his cock, and stroked it as he gave me head. I moved my hand then around to his buttocks and squeezed, signaling that I wanted him on top of me. He moved over me, hovering over me in reverse. I took his cock in my mouth and we sixty-nined to the sounds of moans and small gasps, coming mostly from me.

He turned and rose, going up on his knees between my spread legs. I arched my back and begged, “Yes, yes, fuck me. Screw me.”

Keller laughed, shrugged off his white medical coat, becoming magnificently naked. He held there, splitting open a condom packet and crowning himself. He ran one arm under my waist, raising my pelvis to him and grasped the back of my neck with his other hand, arching my head back to where I was looking at the ceiling, with the view of the woods outside my large glass window in my peripheral vision. The atmosphere beyond the window had become gloomy and windy. The trees were swaying, and the rain was starting.

I cried out as he thrust up inside me. His face was buried in my throat, his teeth rasping across my carotid. And he was fucking me, hard and deep. I dug the nails of my left hand into his bicep and grasped my cock with my right hand and stroked myself off in the rhythm of his powerful thrusts. The rain became a storm outside the window. The trees on the edge of the forest were whipping around.

“Take it! Take it all! Ravish me!”

The vision appeared, on the ceiling, of the party boat and the cavorting by the men and the old, ugly, heavy man embracing me, inside me, but as Keller’s thrusting became more vigorous, more insistent, more consuming, the vision, as it sometimes did, but only with Keller, morphed into a more frightening one. A robed and masked figure—the mask a cruel wolf’s head—hovered over me, me lying on some sort of stone slab in a clearing in the woods, the clearing ringed by other robed and masked figures. My arms and legs were restrained at the four corners of the slab. The robed figure was on top of me, fucking me, his masked face hovering close over mine. The glint of a knife raised overhead. The mask being pulled off at the moment of Dr Keller’s cry, quick withdrawal, the jerk of the condom, and release of his seed on my belly.

The affirming exclamation of “You’re so fine. What a sweet lay! I always knew you would be.”

Then the cool down, as his lips and hands moved slowly down my body, lapping up his cum, taking me in his mouth again, and me holding his head to my crotch as he sucked me to my own completion and then rose, pulled on and buttoned his medical coat, once more becoming Dr. Keller, the head of the institute, and left me alone in my room, staring at the raging storm and the woods outside and trying to still the beating of my heart—the heart I shared with someone else, someone maybe trying to tell me something—someone certainly more needy and promiscuous than I ever had been.

Already, though, I was craving cock again, looking back at the closed door, wanting Dr. Keller to come back and fuck me again—or maybe the therapist Kumar Gupta, although I didn’t normally—or hadn’t before the new heart—found South Asians appealing; or even the orderly, John, who had promised to make copies of my case file, including the identity of the donor, on the sly in exchange for sexual favors. He didn’t have to ask for that. He was a hunk. I would have taken his cock without favors. I would pay him for sex. I could afford it. I wouldn’t have even thought of that before the new heart but it was all I could think of now.

The change in me scared me stiff. I wanted cock. I needed cock. But the change frightened the hell out of me.

But then the door was opening, and John was sliding into the room, locking the door behind him, placing a file on the table by the door, and pulling his blue tunic over his head. He was making a delivery and demanding the pay for doing so.

He was young and muscular. He had nothing in looks to melt over other than his bodybuilder’s body, but it was dark in the room and he was in erection. He mounted the bed, turning me over onto my belly and raising me onto all fours. And then, Ataşehir Escort as I cried out, “Spike me; screw me!” he mounted me from behind and above, penetrating, holding me firm in his embracing, muscular arms, and fucked me like a dog in high heat.

I had no disquieting visions while John fucked me—mostly just the wanton pleasure of having a strong, young cock working inside me. I did have a vision of a lawn under a tree, overlooking an ocean of water, and of a finely cut muscular, young body on top of me and inside me accompanied with a sensation of pleasure. I gave myself fully to John, with no reservation, in my seemingly new, post-surgery life.

We fucked with exuberance, with me giving no thought during the fuck to what, if anything, such vigorous exercise was doing to my new heart. As we came almost simultaneously, me realizing he was barebacking me and not caring, my heart beating hard and me not caring, the storm broke beyond the window and the sun beamed forward. I lay back, fully open to him, spreading my arms and my thighs in a sacrificial pose, jerking and gasping at each release of his youthful, virile, hot cum.

As the light dimmed again to a sunset, I rose from the bed, alone now and mellow, and pulled on the athletic shorts and loose T-shirt with the hospital’s logo on it that was the standard apparel for patients in treatment. We also normally went barefoot, prompting me to highly suspect the uniform had more to do with keeping us from roaming outside of the building than to make us comfortable. I stood at the window, waiting for the call to dinner. As I stood there, I saw the hospital’s midnight-blue Mercedes sedan, with the smoked windows, drive up and John and another orderly come out of the hospital entrance and help an infirm man out of the car and into the building. I recognized him, a professional basketball player who had dropped out due to unspecified bad health. It must be his heart, I thought. He could afford to jump the line for a new one just as I had. There would be another transplant surgery in the next few days.

* * * *

“Here, this will relax you and help the heart do its work.” I watched Dr. Gupta hover over me as I stretched out on the couch in his office as the effects of the pills blossomed within me and spread to my extremities. Dr. Keller used the syringe; Dr. Gupta used the pill; John used the raw power of his cut body. All brought out the churning in my core from me. The warm sensuality of the drug immediately started to course through my veins. I sighed and spread my thighs. The handsome, dark-skinned young doctor, having pulled his chair up close to the side of the couch, placed his hand high up on my thigh. His index finger sought and found where the head of my engorging cock was and pressed at the urethra slit inside the thin material of the athletic shorts.

Gupta was more subtle than the others, but he got there just the same as the rest.

The doctors and orderlies here certainly knew how to get and hold my attention. This had not been me before the transplant—and before whatever drugs they were giving me.

“You seem reticent today, Philip,” Dr. Gupta said, pulling his hand back from my inner thigh but only to let it glide over my body, mostly under the material of the scant clothing I was wearing, almost as if the T-shirt and athletic shorts weren’t even there. I was trembling and shimmering, knowing this session would move to penetrative sex, and welcoming that. The Indian had his own ways of mastering and penetrating me.

“You have kept yourself in magnificent shape for your age. The suppleness of a teenager,” he murmured.

Yeah, except for my heart, I thought bitterly. That had given up on me far too early.

How many people’s psychologists fuck them on the therapy couch, I wondered. Probably more than one would imagine, especially if you considered mind fuck as well as the physical. Dr. Keller had told me up front in the introduction process that sex therapy was at the base of the philosophy his private hospital treatment operated on. At the time—before obtaining the young and wanton heart—I had brushed this aside, assuming that, preferences notwithstanding, I was not a highly sexed animal. At the time I was interested in getting a new heart, not sex. Well, on this side of acquiring a young heart I certainly was interested in getting the sex—and sex was how I was willingly being controlled and treated here. That and the drugs . . . and the isolation. Who knew that, in an atmosphere like this, isolation would heighten the need for sexual connection with another? I wouldn’t know how to begin escaping this place, or how to do so barefooted.

I reached down between us, running my hand into the spilt of his white medical coat, to find, not unexpectantly, that he was naked under the coat and in erection. He was an extraordinarily long-dicked man for a small-stature, berry-brown South Asian. I grasped his cock and slow stroked him as he let his hands glide over my body.

“Your introspection wouldn’t have anything to do with the visions you have been having, especially during sex, would it? Such visions are natural at this stage of your recovery.”

“What can you tell me about cellular memory theory?” I asked.

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Have you ever sucked a cock, or been sucked on a golf course? Well, I have.

I’m Thomas, a very straight acting closeted bisexual widower, and father of two sons. My bisexuality took fruit on a golf course years ago.

I started as a caddy at the prestigious Columbus Country Club in the early 1950s. I caddied there for eight years. Caddies were allowed to play golf Monday mornings from the break of day till noon. The course was closed to members on Mondays when the bulk of course maintenance was done. Thus, I began a life-long love of playing golf.

Today at the age of eighty-one, my golf usually consists of hitting some balls on the range followed by nine holes of golf.

I got married when I was a mere eighteen years old and was a father before turning twenty-one. This did not deter me from seeking a college education. I worked the evening shift in a Western Electric factory while attending day classes, at first at Ohio State University, and later Franklin University. It took me seven years, but I finally got received an Engineering degree in 1966.

I moved my family to Fort Myers, Florida, and took a position with the United Telephone Company Florida (UTF), as Manager of Central Office Equipment Engineering (COE), in 1972.

It was not long before I joined the UTF Golf Team in the Thursday Night Business Men’s League.

One of my team members, named Bill, became a good friend and golfing partner. Bill and I would play in the Business Men’s League, and usually on Saturdays. We also traveled around the state playing in amateur two-man team events.

When playing in the two-man team events, we would share a motel room. In this environment I often had the opportunity to see Bill’s cock. It was a big, thick cut cock with a large mushroom head. Bill was a big guy and had a cock commensurate with his size. I was mesmerized by Bill’s cock which was well over six inches in a flaccid state. Me, on the other hand, had a more modest cock that measured just under six inches when totally hard.

One night while sleeping, I awoke and could hear Bill stroking his cock. I listened for a while, as my cock grew hard. I had always been very straight, but I could see Bill’s hard cock in my mind’s eye, and knew, without a doubt, I wanted to suck it. This Bostancı Escort was a very strange feeling for someone that had been straight his entire life.

I wrestled with thoughts of what to do. I did not want my best friend to think I was a cocksucker. Remember this was in the 1970s. Most cocksuckers were very closeted back in those days. I did not have the courage to act on my feelings and spent the rest of the night in a fitful sleep. But the seeds were sown, I wanted to suck Bill’s cock.

Nothing was said between us, but some-how I had the eerie feeling that Bill knew I wanted to suck his cock.

I never sucked Bill’s cock, but masturbated many times thinking of sucking his cock. Bill never did anything overt toward getting me to suck him, but I had the same eerie feeling that he wanted me to suck him. Neither of us had the courage to make the first move.

In 1987, I moved from Florida to the Raleigh, NC area after accepting a position with the Northern Telecom Corporation in Research Triangle Park, NC.

When I would travel back to Florida, Bill and I always got together to play golf. We remained the best of friends.

One day I got a call from Bill’s brother-in-law telling me Bill was dying of leukemia. He had entered the hospital to have knee replacement surgery, and while having tests done, they discovered the leukemia.

I called Bill and we had a long talk. We talked about the things he loved, and about our times in the golf course. I finally screwed up the courage to tell him how much I had wanted to suck his cock, but did not have the courage to act on my feelings. I was shocked to hear him say how much he wanted me to suck his cock, and like me, did not have the courage to act on his feelings.

Bill died two weeks later, and his wife asked me to be a speaker at his funeral. At first, I was reluctant, but in the end, I relented and did speak. I had the assembled laughing and crying. I told many golfing stories, but as I did, the thought of Bill’s big cock ran through my mind. Something I still think and dream about.

I retired in 2003, but did not return to Florida. My late wife and I had two grown sons that followed us to NC from Florida. They settled here and both married local girls. So, when I Ümraniye Escort retired my wife was not moving back to Florida, her babies were here.

Following my retirement, we moved from Raleigh to the small town of Clayton about 18 miles SE of Raleigh and I joined a Tuesday/Thursday Senior’s Golf League.

It was in that golf league that I met the guy that I would finally suck. Many of the Senior men had wives that were no longer interested in sex, but most of the men remained horny dudes.

In my case, my late wife never refused me her pussy, but she did refuse to suck my cock.

I got friendly with a married guy named Don who was a member of the Senior’s group and had experience as cocksucker. He made no bones letting me know he would like to suck my cock. I told him I was a total novice, and had never had my cock sucked, nor had I ever sucked a cock.

Don asked me if I would like to play late one Wednesday afternoon when the golf course would be virtually empty. I said I could use the practice, and met him at the course at 5 pm.

When we were on the back nine, far from the clubhouse, he drove our cart into a storm shelter building and told me he was going to suck me off. He asked me to take my cock out and I complied. When his warm wet mouth engulfed my hardening cock, I virtually swooned. The feeling was exquisite.

Don was a lover of cock, and as I was to find out, a very good cocksucker.

He began licking the head of my cock, including the pee hole. That sent a thrill through my entire core. Then he began bobbing up and down sucking hard as he did. He kept it up until my entire cock was in his mouth. God, I loved it.

I was on the verge of cumming, but did not want to cum yet. I tried hard to hold back, but was not able. My cock exploded flooding Don’s mouth with my spunk. Which he greedily swallowed.

For the first time in my life, I had been sucked off, and I loved it.

Don continued to suck my cock squeezing every drop of cum as he could. Savoring it as he swallowed.

When he finally removed his mouth from my shrinking cock, he smiled, and said, “Your turn.”

I knew what he meant, but a cold chill coursed through me. As I contemplated what was coming next, Don removed his cock from his Anadolu Yakası Escort pants.

I was surprised to find he had a cock that was smaller than mine. He was probably five inches hard, and had a droplet of precum on the pee hole.

He could tell I was reluctant, and said, “Come on you know you want to suck me.”

When I continued to hesitate, he placed his hand on my head and pulled it down toward his cock, when his cock was near my mouth, I snaked out my tongue and licked off the droplet of precum. I was surprised it was very sweet. I started to say something, but before I could, Don filled my mouth with his very hard cock. My instincts took over and I began sucking his cock.

Don moaned and said, “Damn Tommy, are you sure you have never sucked cock before.” I could only nod my head no.

I could feel Don’s cock throbbing in my mouth and knew I was enjoying sucking him. The thought ran through my mind, oh why I had never sucked my dear friend Bill.

I was able to take all of Don’s small cock in my mouth without gagging. There was no need to be able to deep throat. I would find out about that later.

I was having a good time sucking Don’s cock, when he admonished me to watch my teeth. If nothing else, that proved my inexperience at sucking cock.

Suddenly Don grabbed my head, and held it, as he, skull fucked me. Then he held and emptied his balls filling my mouth with hot bittersweet cum. At first, I tried to swallow, but soon began to gag with cum coming out my nose causing a burning sensation.

Finally, I was able to swallow most of the cum. I realized the bittersweet taste of cum was not all that unpleasant.

I had been sucked off, and had sucked my first cock, all on the golf course.

Overtime, Don and I sucked each other several more times. I even had him to my house once, after the passing of my wife.

Besides sucking me and feeding me his cock and cum, Don introduced me to a website where I have met many men. I’m now a very experienced cocksucker and even a bottom.

A Naval Doctor on temporary assignment at the Camp Lejeune Marine Base here in NC began chatting with me online, and expressed a desire to fuck me.

After chatting for some time, I finally agreed to meet him in a motel, where he fucked me. I ended up meeting him in that motel three times and he fucked me four times. Twice the last time we met, when he informed me, his temporary assignment was over, and he was being shipped out.

Getting fucked for the first time, by the Doctor, is another story.

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Speedway Gas Station Part II

Stephan made it clear that he was the top, and I was the bottom. And he very much treated me as such.

I gave him a key to my apartment and he gave me one to his. Many nights I would wake up at 1AM to the feel of a cock being rubbed across my lips. I would instinctively open my mouth and suck his cock to completion. Sometimes he would then crawl into be and we’d sleep cuddled up together. Other times he would just zip up and say, “Thanks, I needed that.” And walk out the door.

The one night I do remember with him that really stood out in my memory, was he took me to Club Columbus which is a gay bathhouse. I felt really weird being there as the only man I had ever been naked with was Stephan. There were all types of men walking around. Everyone was naked except for the towel they had. Some were wrapped around their waist and others just had it slung over their shoulders. It kind of looked like the ones with the bigger cocks were the ones with it slung over the shoulder and the smaller cock guys had the towel wrapped around the waist.

He showed me around, there was a steam sauna, a dry sauna, a hot tub and outside was a nice swimming pool. He took me into what was called the dark room. When you first walk in it seems really dark, but once you’re in there you can see pretty good. There was a guy laying on the platform that was getting a blow job by a guy on the lower platform. And the guy on the lower platform was getting fucked by a guy standing behind him. There was also a sling. One guy was in it with his legs Kartal Escort straight up wrapped around the chains holding the sling. There were about 4 guys watching while one guy fucked the hell out of him, then the next guy would step up and start fucking him.

Stephan pulled me close and gave me a kiss and told me that in a little while that was going to be me in the sling. When I tried to tell him I didn’t think I wanted to do that, he grabbed my balls and squeezed and said, “I’m your top. You will suck, get fucked, and do anything I tell you to with whoever I tell you too.” I knew at that point it was going to happen. He took me exploring some more. There are lots of rooms that pretty much have a bed and a TV. Some guys had their doors open to indicate they wanted some company. We walked past one door and the guy in there was slow stroking a pretty big and thick cock. Stephan stopped and pulled me into the room and said, “Start sucking his cock” I immediately knelt down on the bed and started sucking on it. He was way bigger than Stephan’s cock and I was doing my best to get my lips all the way down to his balls, but between the girth and the length it was more than I could accomplish. He must have liked the way I was sucking him because he was moaning pretty good. I took my mouth off of his cock and started sucking on his balls and he really let me know he liked that. After a couple of minutes doing that, I went back to his cock and was rewarded with many streams of cum shooting out of that beautiful cock.

Then we went to Tuzla Escort the room that Stephan rented and he had me get on the bed on all 4 fours, with my ass aimed towards the door. He grabbed some lube and really lubed up my ass. He then put a blindfold on me and told me to stay like that.

He then walked out of the room and next thing I know, someone walked in and started rubbing my ass. Then he gave it one hell of a smack. Then I felt his cockhead pressed up against my asshole. He then just shoved it in so fast I felt his balls slap up against mine. I let out a yelp when he entered me because I wasn’t used to a cock this big in my ass. He grabbed my hips and started really pounding away on my ass. It hurt pretty bad for about 3 minutes then I still hurt but not as bad. Then it started feeling great. I was pushing back to meet his thrusts. While this was going on, I felt someone else enter the room and he put his cock up against the side of my face, and I turned my head and opened my mouth and took that cock in. Here I am getting fucked and sucking a cock and I have absolutely NO idea as to who I am doing this with. But I do know that my cock was harder than it’s ever been.

The guy fucking me pumped his load into my ass, once again gave my ass quite a hard slap and walked out. The guy that I was blowing now moved around and was fucking me. With all the cum in my ass, it was pretty well lubricated. This guy didn’t last to long since I had been blowing him for a while and he pumped his load into me.

As I’m there on my Anadolu Yakası Escort hands and knees I can feel cum oozing out of my ass and running down my leg. Then I heard 2 guys walking by my room and they stopped when they got to the door. The one guy said, “Looks like we got ourselves a white boy here, looks like he needs some good black cock”. Just like the first guy, he rammed it all the way in. I thought the one guy that fucked me had a pretty big cock but this guy’s was much thicker than his. I thought he was going to tear my ass apart with that thing. The other black guy was up near my face and he was basically doing commentary. ‘You should see the look on this white boy’s face. He ain’t used to BBC. He looks like he’s in pain.” Then the guy fucking me said, ‘Well, if he’s in pain from me fucking him, he’ll be screaming when you fuck him.”

About that time Stephan came in and told them he is my top and that I needed a break. I was so grateful to him for saving me. I’m not sure how I could have fucked the other guy.

He took me down to the open showers and had me get cleaned up. It took quite a while for the cum to stop oozing out of my ass. But it finally did and I dried off. We went back to the room and got dressed. I asked him about the sling, but he said I had the same result from being fucked in the room.

When we got back to his place, he broke my heart. He told me that he loves to take straight guys and make them into his fuck toys. Then when he gets bored of them he takes them to the club and let’s anyone fuck them that wants too. At that point, he told me that he was cutting me loose since has found another straight boy that he has started playing with.

I was pretty devastated and it took me quite a while to get over it. But I did go back to Club Columbus and looked for those guys with the big cocks.

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The hand struck Dylan’s ass with a deafening sound.

“The key is to be gentle,” Joe purred, his fingers stroking the raw flesh.

Another slap caught him on the other cheek, making him jump. Dylan pressed his ass higher into the air.

It was time. He was ready. He needed it. And Joe wasn’t giving it to him.

Dylan pressed his hips back, only to be struck again. “No,” Joe chided. “Slow.”

Joe dragged a finger down the length of Dylan’s ass, the tip of it brushing again his puckered hole. It dragged down again, even slower this time. Dylan did his best to hold still.

“Good. Good. Just like that,” Joe whispered.

“I’ll give him something to take his mind off it,” Adam said. He crept across the bed on his knees. He was nude below the waist, his cock hard and red beneath the shirt, and he carried a bottle of whiskey in one hand. He sipped, then passed the bottle to Dylan, who sipped and gave it back.

“Here we go,” Adam sighed, and with one hand he pushed the head of his cock through Dylan’s lips open lips. Dylan sucked it down eagerly, his eyes shut with pleasure. He began to slide his mouth up and down the length of it.

Dylan eased his throat, letting the man’s cock push deeper and deeper down his tongue, letting his throat relaxed. When it became too much, and his throat began to close around it, he focused his thoughts on Joe’s strong finger instead.

Dylan jerked again when Joe spat between his cheeks. When the finger returned, it stroked across his hole in a quick rhythm that made his body feel light.

Dylan couldn’t help it. A cock in his mouth wasn’t enough. Not when the rest was so close now. He thrust his hips back hard and, to his surprise, it worked. Joe’s finger sunk inside of him. Dylan moaned with pleasure, and was cut short as Adam’s thick cock punched inside his throat. Dylan swayed, moaning hard, nearly falling to his side from the sweet pleasure of double penetration.

Dylan heard that hand go back, and then he was ready for it.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Joe swiped at his ass hard. It didn’t hurt, but it did send another spurt of pre-cum down Dylan’s thigh. All three of them moaned louder.

“Fine, if you want it…” Joe said against his ear.

A hand gripped Dylan by his cock and then, a moment later, the finger went in again, deeper this time, heavily lubricated. Dylan felt his toes curling wildly, and the muscles of his legs spasmed.

“Jesus, keep doing that to him,” Adam moaned.

Dylan could taste the pre-cum that seeped from the man. Whatever he was doing must be working.

Joe didn’t work quickly, though. He pushed and pulled with regular rhythm. When the pleasure of it had begin to fade, a second finger was added, sending Dylan’s legs quivering again.

Each time, he could feel the fingers curl as they pulled out again. It was stirring something else inside of him, something he hadn’t felt before. It was an electric current building building up across his body like static. He could feel it down to his jaw. It felt like he was floating on it.

“You ready to be fucked by my big cock, boy?” Joe said, his hands kneading into Dylan’s cheeks with shocking strength.

Dylan let out a long, pleading moan, his lips around the tight head of Adam’s penis.

He heard Adam’s fingernails scrambling against the headboard, trying to grab something to hold onto, to keep himself upright.

“You’re going to be our little slut, aren’t you?” Joe said, his voice louder. “This is what you came for?”

Dylan could hear the smack against the side of his ass, but he couldn’t feel it. He moaned desperately with need.

Then he felt it. Hard and rubbery, it dug against the rim of his asshole and circled it, trying to find a way inside. It pressed tight against the entrance, and then held still.

It was too much. Dylan gave a high-pitched groan and tried to thrust backward, but Joe held him firm. He pressed firmly against the hole, but went no further. The nerves that encircled Bayan Eskort the opening were painful with need. It needed to be spread wide and stretched tight.

Dylan pumped his mouth faster, needing the distraction. Needing Joe to see it and be overcome with need. The sound of wet gagging filled the small room. He could feel Adam stiffening tighter, nearing the end.

Dylan had a momentary thought of Molly, and what she would say if she saw him like this. And then Joe pushed inside of him.

Dylan felt the cock slide out of his mouth. He buried his head into the mattress and howled. He felt the insides of him being parted as Joe’s thickness spread him open.

Joe didn’t bury himself to the hilt, like Dylan had dreamed of. He held himself there, just inside, waiting. No matter how Dylan moaned and begged, Joe held still. Adam passed him the bottle of whiskey, and he drank three gulps before passing it back.

Joe’s wide, calloused hands gently rubbed at the cheeks of his ass. And he held.

Only after minutes had passed did Adam’s hand return to his face, guiding his mouth back onto the man’s cock. Dylan pulled him in reluctantly, his tongue exploring it softly. It was too hard to focus. But Dylan was in no position to set the pace. Adam held his face in two hands and began to pump in faster.

Joe’s hands held Dylan by the hips firmly, keeping him from thrusting back. It was a constant battle to hold him still. Dylan could feel Joe’s hips rocking, circling inside of him, churning against the insides, inching forward with deliberate force.

When the muscles of Joe’s hips began to tap against the cheeks of his ass, Dylan couldn’t hold back any longer. With all the strength he had left, he thrust his ass backwards, and a satisfying clap of meat echoed around them. Dylan felt the bristles of the man’s shaved pubes against his hole, and the slap of the man’s sack against his own.

His throat relaxed, and Adam pushed in all the way down to the hilt, holding it there as Joe pressed in harder.

Just when Dylan thought it was near the end, he felt Joe’s hands tighten, lifting Dylan’s legs into the air. Then it was Adam’s hands around him, holding him by his upper arms, lifting his hands free of the bed. He hung there, suspended in mid-air by the two men, both of them buried inside of him as far as they could go.

And then the two of them began to pump.

Adam was the first to break. Dylan could feel his cock suddenly grow harder and tighter inside his throat. Adam’s fingers twisted into Dylan’s hair. He froze for a long time, and then he howled like a mad man as Joe pounded away. Dylan let his mouth and throat go loose, giving the man what he needed, letting the drool spill freely below.

Suddenly, Adam’s hands held him still. Joe thrust forward hard, pinning the man against the bed with Dylan’s mouth. Dylan felt the man’s cock twitching wildly against his Adam’s apple, and felt the syrupy drip down into his stomach.

“Good boy,” Joe growled.

Joe tugged Dylan back. Adam’s cock popped from his throat like a cork. Dylan was dropped back onto the bed, and spun onto his back. Joe peeled Dylan’s legs back toward his ears, bracing them in the air as far back as they could bend. Joe’s hips began to pump, faster and faster, until they were a blur.

Dylan felt that feeling growing stronger. Electric static was building. His muscles began to twitch all across his body. It felt so strange. Joe pumped faster, and Dylan watched his thick cock sinking in and out of his body. He heard the soft wet sound as he was penetrated. He saw the man’s muscles bulging tightly, slick with sweat. He could smell the musk of him hanging over the room. He could see the need in the man’s eye. The distant animal look. The desire and urgent need came through in grunts and furious strokes. The wet sounds of his cock disappearing into Dylan’s body was growing louder, filling the room. It was the final straw.

Dylan’s bodied contracted, pulling Anadolu Yakası Escort him into a fetal position. His cock unleashed a spray across his chest. A long, strangled cry poured out through his gritted teeth.

Joe’s strong hands held him still, his belly and Adam laid across his chest and held them both tightly.

Tears poured from the corners of his eyes, but he was held too firmly to wipe them away. His body contracted again and again, squeezing like a fist against Joe’s enormous cock. When Dylan began to moan, Adam pressed his mouth against Dylan’s lips. He slipped his tongue inside, dulling the cry.

Joe wasn’t done with him, though.

He pushed Dylan’s legs back further, and his hips thrust in deeper than ever before. Dylan could almost feel him do to his lungs. Adam held tight to his mouth, keeping him silent.

Dylan’s cock felt like he was still at the edge, ready to finish all over again. He could feel the heavy, fat head of Joe’s cock stroking against the inside of him, against the swollen patch of nerves just inside his body.

He felt it so clearly now. It felt so prominent inside his asshole. Every stroke against it was turning his brain to jelly. Every time Joe’s cock pushed inside against it, it felt like the first time all over again.

Dylan watched his own cock bobbing in the air between them, bright red, and soaked from top to bottom. Without warning, it spurt again, splashing against his chin, then his chest, and then dribbling down the shaft, making a mess in the hairs below. Joe pressed Dylan’s legs back further, until Adam had to step back. His knees were against his ears. Never in his life would he have guessed he could bend like that.

Joe pressed in tighter, wrapping his thick arms around Dylan’s shoulders, holding him still. Joe’s face was in a furious snarl as hips pumped faster. It looked nothing like the man that had welcomed him earlier.

Joe wasn’t going deep, just barely past the rim, but the pressure was building again. And then it was too much. Joe’s body flushed dark red, and the veins bulged hard against the skin. Dylan found himself suddenly crushed, and felt the cock inside of him forced in, impossibly deep. It knocked the air from him. He could feel it in his stomach. Joe’s hip bone dug against Dylan plump ass, then drove in harder.

Dylan shut his eyes and screamed along with Joe, their bodies rocking together. He could still feel the cock head inside of him, scraping along the walls, twitching as it sprayed its seed everywhere inside of him. Dylan gasped as a meaty hand wrapped around his cock, and he opened his eyes. It was Joe, and he pumped at it until Dylan screamed again. His cock sprayed into the air, and spilling over Joe’s tight fist. He didn’t stop tugging until the last of the drops were milked out.

Joe slipped out of him, and they both gasped as he did. Adam’s hands were on him them, feeling the muscles, avoiding the wet spray that was congealing against the skin. Before he knew it, Adam kneeled over his face and slipped his sack into Dylan’s mouth.

It was hairy, and they were tight. And smaller than he expected. Dylan licked at them as best he could, and Adam was out a moment later, and rubbing his asshole against Dylan’s lips. Dylan lapped at it in a half-daze. It was thick with hair, and damp with sweat.

He thought of Molly again. A sudden jerking feeling spurred him out of it. He could feel Adam pounding away, masturbating as Dylan ate his ass. A few strokes later, and hot, wet spray landed across the cooling pools of cum. When he’d finished, Adam laid down beside the two of them, panting heavily.

Dylan woke with a start as a warm towel dragged across his chest.

He hadn’t realized it, but he had fallen asleep for a moment. Dylan blinked in the dark and found Joe looking down at him as he cleaned the mess from Dylan’s body. After he’d wiped Dylan’s chest clean, he left and returned with a new towel, warm and wet. Holding Dylan’s legs Pendik Escort in the air like he was an infant. Joe wiped his bottom clean, making sure it was spotless. Dylan let him do it, too weak to offer help or resistance.

When he was done, Joe dried him with a soft towel and retrieved his clothes, setting them in a pile on a chair beside the door. Steve peeked in from the doorway, grinning. Bill poked his head in as well, nodding with approval at the scene.

“Did you have enough?” Bill laughed. “I thought we would have to pry Joe away from you, after how he’s been talking this week.”

Adam slapped Dylan on the shoulder, and nodded. “He held his own. I couldn’t believe it. He did us proud.”

Dylan tried to speak, but gasped, and shut his eyes. A very unusual and uncomfortable feeling crept over him as he felt a drip leaking from out of his ass.

“Yeah, I think he’s had enough,” Steve agreed. “How about you boys? Are you empty?” he asked to Joe and Adam. They laughed as they collected their clothes.

“I haven’t,” Dylan said.

All eyes were back on him. There was no reason to be timid now, he thought.

“I haven’t had enough, I mean. I could take a little more. If anyone wanted. I could suck you off,” he said, looking from one face to another.

The men laid back on the couch and dropped their pants to their ankles. One by one, Dylan made his way around, kneeling between their legs, rousing them slowly, drinking them in, holding them against his throat. The longer they took to finish, the better. He savored every inch of skin that slipped between his lips.

Joe’s was the only one he struggled with. It was a miracle it had fit inside his ass. It was no wonder the man had gone so slowly. Once he was hard, the head of it was so thick it hardly fit between his teeth.

By the time he’d finished them all, his belly was full to bursting, and his need had returned in full force. Steve spooned him from behind on the couch and jerked him until he sprayed against the tiled floor. He hadn’t thought that there would be anything left to spill, but he watched with the others in awe as he squirted at their feet.

Dylan wasn’t sure how he made it home. He was sober as could be, but he could hardly sit up straight, let alone walk or drive properly. But there wasn’t much time before his wife would be home. Thankfully, the drive was short, and he was there a few moments later without realizing it.

His clothes he threw into the washer and started it. They stunk of musk and sex. He scrubbed his body hard in the shower. He was still at it when Molly peeked her head into the bathroom.

She was all smiles as she stepped closer. She said nothing as she pulled her shirt over her head and slid the shower door open.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Welcome home,” he whispered back.

She was on her knees before the words were out of his mouth. He could feel the churn of her mouth around him, the softness of her small mouth. He felt dread creeping through him. His cock stayed soft as she stroked it with her tongue. What lies could he tell her, to explain his lack of interest? Or, if she did finish him off, why he had no cum to give her?

Dylan shut his eyes. He saw Joe pressing his ass against Dylan’s lips, and he felt the first stirrings of life.

Molly worked faster. Her hand stroked the length of him as her lips held the head tight. He stiffened, and then went limp.

He shut his eyes harder and remembered the smell of Steve’s cologne as his arms had wrapped around Dylan’s hips, beating him off as the others watched.

Dylan stiffened, and then went limp again. Molly beat faster.

He moved without thinking. He took her small hand in his, pulled a finger free, and pushed it against his soapy asshole. She slid inside easily, and he cried out with a deafening roar. His hips pumped hard against her lips. After a few minutes of thrusting, he pulled out, spraying the last few drops of seed across her belly.

He collapsed against the wall of the shower, and felt her small hand slip out of him. He panted, blinking deliriously through the steam. Molly watched him back, her face frozen in confusion and fear and amusement.

Reality crashed around him quickly.

“What was that?” she asked.

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This story contains W/W and M/M sex and so if you don’t care for this sort of story skip this one.

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Cindy stood in the shower and slowly rubbed her pussy. God, she was so fucking horny she needed to get off. Reaching for the detachable showerhead she aimed the powerful pulsing spray at her pussy. “Fuck, mmm, yes,” she moaned loudly.

Rubbing her pussy with her other hand she pushed two fingers deep inside of her hole. In and out she finger fucked her pussy, she had just turned 18 and had never

had anything other than her fingers and toys inside of her pussy. She was horny 24/7.

Patti stood outside of the guest bathroom and listened to her adopted niece

playing with herself. Patti reached under her tee-shirt and pinched her nipples.

Patti and Ted’s adopted niece Cindy and her brother Joey had been spending a couple of weeks with them. Patti and Ted were both Bi and had been very attracted to Cindy and Joey.

Ted and Patti both had a feeling that this brother and sister were closer than they let on. Joey always seemed to have an erection any time his sister was around, and Cindy would make sexual comments to Joey when she thought nobody else was listening.

Patti continued to stand there while Cindy played with herself. Patti listened to the moans coming from Cindy the closer that she got to her climax.

She couldn’t help herself Patti slid her hand inside the waistband of her leggings and rubbed her pussy hard and fast. She wanted to cum when Cindy did. Pussy juice was soaking Patti’s fingers, she couldn’t help but moan also the closer she got to her own climax.

“Ahhh, fuck yes,” Cindy groaned loudly, holding that pulsating spray on her pussy while she rubbed her clit hard and fast. She was so close, she tried to be quiet but she was losing control, she needed to cum now. “Fuck me, Joey, do it fuck your baby sister.” Cindy said, “slam my pussy with your dick, oh yeah, gonna cum.”

Patti leaned against the wall and felt her climax overcome her, grunting and moaning she came hard, she heard Cindy climax at almost the exact time she did.

“Cummmiinnggg, oh fuck Joey I’m cumming!!!” Cindy almost screamed from the throbbing pleasure, “oh my god, mmm.” Cindy dropped the showerhead and tried to calm down. Breathing heavily she leaned against the shower wall. That had been a good climax, but she needed more, she needed to come again.

Cindy picked up the shaving cream and rubbed it over her pussy. Taking her time she covered her pussy mound with cream and started to shave her pussy. Taking her time she shaved some of the red pubic hair away. Anyone seeing her red pussy hair would know that she was a natural redhead.

“Cindy, are you alright?” Patti called from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Fuck!” Cindy gasped almost cutting herself, “Umm, yes I’m fine.”

“Can I come in for a minute?”

“Yeah, sure come on in Aunt Patti.”

“Sorry to bother you I just need to grab something from under the sink,” Patti said

walking into the bathroom. “Are you alright?” Patti said glancing at Cindy, she could just imagine the look of pleasure that had been on Cindy’s face when she had climaxed.

Patti had always got very turned on when she watched porn videos of women or men getting themselves off, watching them cumming would make her panties soaked.

“Yes, yes I’m fine,” Cindy said feeling her pussy throb knowing her Aunt was right on the other side of the shower door. “Umm, Aunt Patti can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure sweetie anything,” Patti said thinking of her sexy niece naked in the shower. She looked under the sink for the extra heating pad they had, not finding it she closed the cabinet door. She wondered if Cindy had heard her when she had been in the hallway rubbing her pussy to climax.

“Well, I’m shaving, you know down there I could use some help.” Cindy said, trying to sound innocent.

“Aren’t you a bit young to shave down there?” Patti asked feeling her pussy throb.

She had been trying to think of a way to have some fun with her niece and her nephew Joey. Patti and her husband Ted were very attracted to them both, they weren’t blood-related just very close friends with Cindy and Joey’s parents.

“Well, ummm, would you mind if I joined you in the shower, I mean it would make it easier for me to help you,” Patti said hoping that Cindy would agree, Patti felt her pussy throb at the thought of being naked with Cindy even for a few minutes.

“Yeah sure,” Cindy quickly agreed, opening the shower door she watched her Aunt get naked. Her Aunt turned around and Cindy saw that her Aunt had a shaved pussy also. Cindy had known for a while that she was bi, or at least bi-curious. Cindy had always been attracted to women from a young age. She felt her pussy throb seeing her naked Aunt.

“Ready or not here I come,” Patti said stepping into the shower. Patti couldn’t take her İstanbul Escort eyes off of Cindy, she had very small tits, with hard pink nipples. Patti almost drooled at the thought of sucking those hard nipples into her mouth, running her hands over Cindy’s body, “here let me,” Patti said reaching for the razor and going to her knees in front of Cindy. “I’ll be careful I promise.”

“I know you will be,” Cindy said looking down and watching her Aunt rubbing more shaving cream onto her pussy. She jumped at her Aunt’s touch, she loved the feeling of someone’s hands on her pussy. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to jump.”

“It’s alright sweetie, I don’t want to cut you,” Patti said looking up at Cindy. Patti’s mouth watered at the thought of licking on those pink pussy lips. She would take it slow and see what happened. “Just be very still,” Patti said gently taking the razor and shaving that beautiful red pussy hair away.

“Mmmm,” Cindy quietly moaned and spread her legs apart. Cindy watched Patti shave the pussy hair away. Her Aunt was so close to her that she could feel Patti’s breath on her pussy.

“You like this Cindy?” Patti asked looking up at Cindy, she saw that Cindy was pinching her hard pink nipples between her fingers.

“Oh yes, feels good,” Cindy whispered watching Patti shaving her pussy and rinsing the shaving cream away. “Turn around,” Patti said wanting to spread Cindy’s sweet ass cheeks apart.

Cindy did as she was told, turning around and then feeling her Aunt’s hands on her tight ass cheeks, rubbing them gently. “Ahhh,” the young girl moaned, feeling Patti lick her ass cheeks one after the other. Cindy reached for the towel rack and held onto it.

Patti looked up at Cindy, licking her lips, Patti gently spread Cindy’s ass cheeks apart, “Mmmmm, nice.” Patti whispered putting shaving cream all over Cindy’s ass hole and cheeks. “Don’t move,” Patti told Cindy, “I don’t want to cut you.”

“Fuck, this is so hot,” Cindy said as she felt her Aunt’s fingers rubbing the shaving cream all over her ass.

Gently, Patti shaved between Cindy’s ass cheeks, making sure she was hair-free.

Taking the shower head Patti rinsed the shaving cream from Cindy’s ass. Not being able to help herself Patti leaned in and licked Cindy’s tight pink puckered ass hole, moaning as she did so. “Mmmm, so good,” Patti whispered, flicking the tip of her tongue across Cindy’s hole. She hoped that Cindy would like this. She knew when she and Ted had one certain friend over for some playtime she loved when he would lick and eat her ass. Then he would slide his fingers deep in her tight hole, finger fucking her ass hole, getting her ready for his hard dick.

“Don’t stop, please.” Cindy moaned, spreading her ass with both hands, she had to admit that she had played with toys back there. She has one dildo just for that purpose. She would take it and stick it to the wall in her bathroom, lube the dildo, and her asshole up really good. Then slowly, taking her time, wanting to feel that hard dick slide into her asshole she would back up on it. Rocking back and forth on her hands and knees she would take that cock deep into her ass. Moaning, fucking her ass, imagining a hung guy was behind her fucking her hole deep. Riding that dildo in her ass she would reach for her wet pussy and rub her clit until she would climax. She loved cock in her pussy and her ass.

“Fuck my ass please.”

“Are you sure?” Patti asked, glancing up at Cindy. She licked her again, trying to push her tongue into her hole. “Mmmmmm, you taste so fucking good.”

“Yes, oh please fuck my ass Auntie.”

Never one to say no to having some fun. Patti soaped her hands up really good and took the index finger of her right hand and she gently pushed it inside the tight entrance of Cindy’s ass. She heard Cindy gasp at the sensation of her finger entering her ass. “God, your ass is tight.”

“I’m a virgin back there,” Cindy confessed, “well, I’m a total virgin, I’ve never been with anybody.” she said hoping her Aunt would get the hint. “Does playing with toys count?”

“Really?” Patti asked, liking the idea of being the first person to bring Cindy to a climax. “Oh, I have a whole toy box.”

Cindy, loved the feeling of Patti’s fingers gently fucking in and out of her ass, she moaned loudly and pushed her ass back trying to get her Aunt’s fingers in deeper.

“Ohhh, yes fuck that tight ass,” Cindy gasped, she wanted to taste her Aunt’s pussy very badly..

Patti felt her pussy getting wetter and her pussy throb, she glanced up at Cindy,

“Mmmm, such a nice tight ass.” Patti slid her fingers from Cindy’s hole and turned her around. She had to taste that pink slit, sucking on her hard little clit.

Patti couldn’t help herself she leaned in and gently kissed the inside of Cindy’s thigh, she would stop if Cindy asked her to. She wanted a taste of this young pink pussy so much. “Is it alright?” Patti asked looking up at Cindy.

“Yes, please,” Cindy said wanting to feel her Escort Bayan Aunt’s mouth on her pussy.

She had to admit that she did love to masturbate any chance that she got.

Rubbing her wet pussy, pushing her fingers inside of her hole.

“Aunt Patti, can I ask you something?” Cindy asked hesitating, “are you bi?”

“Yes, I am,” Patti said tracing Cindy’s thigh with her tongue, flicking her wet tongue across Cindy’s skin. Patti looked at Cindy and smiles and spread Cindy’s legs a bit wider and she flicked her wet tongue across Cindy’s wet pussy lips.

“Oh fuck,” Cindy moaned at the feeling of her Aunt teasing her pussy with her tongue. “Mmmm, I like this.”

“So do I,” Patti agreed spreading Cindy’s pink, meaty pussy lips apart, “taste so good.” Patti pushed her tongue inside that pussy as deeply as she could. God she was in heaven right now. She LOVED cock, especially her husband Ted’s cock but she also loved a sweet pussy. “Let’s say we take this to my room,” Patti suggested, she stood up. Patti placed both hands on either side of Cindy’s face and kissed her passionately, pushing her tongue into Cindy’s mouth.

Cindy kissed her Aunt with just as much passion if not more, she reached up and grasped Patti’s left tit, gently squeezing it in her hand. “I want you.”

Patti turned the shower off and opened the door and reached for a large bath towel and gently dried Cindy off. Leaning over Patti took Cindy’s right nipple into her mouth sucking on it. Patti heard Cindy moan, “Follow me.”

Cindy reached down and slid her hand between her Aunt’s thighs, rubbing her pussy. Patti moaned when Cindy slid two fingers deep into her pussy.

“Oh yes, do it, Cindy, fuck my pussy.” Patti pleaded.

In and out Cindy’s finger fucked Patti’s tight pussy, she loved to hear her Aunt moan in pleasure. Cindy would lie in bed at night and listen to the sounds of her Aunt and Uncle fucking in the room down the hall. Several times Joey had joined her and they had played around. That had been the first time that she had sucked her older brother’s dick. Licking and sucking his cock and balls finally taking his load of cum down her throat.

Patti took Cindy by her hand and led her down the hall to her and Ted’s bedroom.

“But what about Uncle Ted and Joey?” Cindy asked as Patti led her down the hall to her bedroom.

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll be gone for a couple of hours, you know how guys are when they get to Lowes.”

Patti led Cindy to her and Ted’s king-size bed, making sure Cindy was comfortable. Patti moved up next to her young niece and took her left nipple into her mouth gently sucking on it, flicking her tongue across it.

“Ummm, yes Aunty bite my nipples,” Cindy begged, grabbing handfuls of her Aunt’s long hair. “Yes, yes, yes, bite them just like that.” Cindy groaned when she felt her Aunt taking her right nipple between her teeth and putting pressure on it.

Cindy spread her thighs, giving her Aunt room to lie down between her legs.

She had fantasized about playing with her Aunt but she never thought it would happen. “Fuck this feels so good,” she whispered, feeling her pussy getting wet.

Patti licked and sucked and bit down on Cindy’s perfect pink nipples, she could

hear Cindy moaning, she could feel Cindy gripping her hair in her hands. That always turned her on when someone would grab her hair when she was sucking cock or eating pussy or playing with tits.

“Move up,” Cindy instructed her Aunt. Cindy had never eaten pussy before but she suddenly had a craving for it. She wanted Patti to straddle her face, and she wanted to lick and suck that pussy. “Straddle my face, I want to eat your pussy.”

Patti moved up over Cindy as she had asked, reaching for another large pillow she slipped it under Cindy’s head. “Comfy?” she asked looking down at her niece.

“You know you don’t have to do this.”

“I want too, I want you.” Cindy reached up and spread Patti’s pussy open, exploring the wetness, she could smell her Aunt’s juices. “I want your pussy.” Cindy couldn’t wait any longer and

“Ummm, oh baby you can have anything that you want,” Patti said looking down at her niece.

Cindy spread Patti’s pussy lips open and dived right in, ‘fuck this is so good she thought tasting pussy for the very first time. She loved the feeling of her Aunt straddling her face and the feeling of a nice tasty pussy. Moaning and licking and slurping that hot, wet pussy made her own pussy throb. Cindy could hear the soft moans coming from Patti as she continued to tease her aunt. “Mmmm,” she moaned finally clamping her mouth over Patti’s pussy mound, flicking her tongue across Patti’s very sensitive clit.

“Oh fuck yes, oh do it suck on my clit,” Patti groaned loudly, pushing her pussy onto Cindy’s face, she loved the way Cindy was making her feel. Patti reached up and pinched her hard throbbing nipples as hard as she could, she moaned and twisted them, gasping. “Eat my pussy, oh fuck yeah,” Patti said glancing Eskort down at Cindy.

Cindy, gently slid one finger into Patti’s soaking wet slit, feeling the how tight she was. In and out she finger fucked her Aunt, while still sucking and licking Patti’s pussy.

“Mmmm, oh fuck, ” Patti moaned loudly, her climax was already starting to build, she didn’t want to cum yet, she wanted this first time with Cindy to last. “69,” Patti gasped looking at Cindy. “let’s 69 I want to taste that pussy.”

Patti quickly moved off of Cindy’s face and got into the 69 position, “You have no idea how many times I have played thinking of eating your pussy.” Patti spread Cindy’s pussy and dived in as if she were starving. ‘Omg’, she thought she was in heaven eating this sweet shaved pussy.

Cindy followed her aunt’s example and spread Patti’s pussy and went right back to licking and sucking on her pussy lips and she slid two fingers deep into that tight hole.

Meanwhile…..

“Damn,” Joey whispered when a young woman walked past him and his Uncle Ted in the garden department of Lowes. Joey felt his cock jerk, he had been watching her for the last few minutes. She was maybe in her early 20’s, wearing a pair of daisy-duke jean shorts and a tank top. He could tell she was braless, she stopped in front of them and bent over to pick up something on a low shelf.

Ted looked at Joey and chuckled, he had also noticed the sexy young woman, “Fuck,” Ted said out loud, she was hot alright. “Like what you see?”

“Huh, oh yeah for sure,” Joey said still watching the young woman, she turned and looked at Joey and she winked and walked away. “she’s fucking hot.”

“Yeah, she’s alright,” Ted said noticing that Joey had a nice hardon, he wouldn’t mind having some cock today he thought to himself. He had been craving a nice hard cock to suck on lately. He was bi and loved sucking on cock but it was just an occasional thing for him. He loved pussy to much to completely give it up.

Joey’s cock was so hard it was almost painful to him, he tried adjusting himself without his uncle or anyone else noticing. Maybe if I don’t think about her it will go down, Joey thought to himself.

“She was hot wasn’t she?” Ted asked Joey later as they were driving home he noticed that Joey still had that hardon.

“Was who hot Uncle Ted?”

“The girl in the store,” Ted said glancing over at Joey, ‘fuck’, he would give anything to get a look at Joey’s cock and maybe suck him he thought. He felt his own cock jerk and throb at the thought of getting some cock or pussy or both if he was lucky.

“Yeah, she was alright I guess,” Joey said trying to seek uninterested.

“You’ve got a nice hardon,” Ted said looking over at Joey, he wanted to see his reaction before he made a move.

“Umm, uh thanks,” Joey stammered putting his hands in his lap trying to cover up his cock.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, “Ted said stopping at a red light.

“I love a good hard cock,” he said glancing over at Joey to see his reaction.

“You like dick uncle Ted?”

“Well, once in awhile I like to lick and suck on one and then let the guy suck and lick mine.”

“Fuck,” Joey said, “so I’m not the only one who likes cock too.”

“You’re bi too?” Ted asked thinking maybe he had gotten lucky.

“Well, I’ve had a couple of friends who I’ve sucked off and let them suck me off.”

Joey admitted. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”

“Tell me about it, I haven’t played in a few days, I’ve been so busy with work and then I get done I’m just too tired.” Ted said feeling like he had been neglecting his wife lately. But Patti was a very understanding woman and she knew how busy his job could get. But right at this moment he wanted to see how far he could get with Joey.

“I could use a nice BJ,” Joey said as they turned down their street, hoping his Uncle would take the hint.

“Yeah, me too,” Ted said reaching over and gently squeezing Joey’s hard cock through his jeans. “I’m game if you are.”

Several minutes later Ted and Joey walked into the kitchen from the garage, Ted smiled to himself as he could hear the loud moans coming from his wife.

“Sounds like she is having fun.” Joey said with a chuckle, it was nothing new to hear his aunt playing and having fun. Sometimes Joey would stand outside of her bedroom door and listen to her playing with herself. Then he would go and jerk off or find his sister Cindy for some fun of their own.

“Believe me she ALWAYS has fun,” Ted said, “let’s go see what she is up too.” Ted suggested.

“Mmmm, oh fuck do it,” Cindy begged looking down between her spread legs, “fuck that hot pussy.” Cindy moaned watching that 8 inch dildo sliding deep into her wet pussy. “Oh, yeah, I do love getting fucked so much.”

Patti looked up and smiled at Cindy, “I will fuck you every day if you want me to.”

“I’d like that,” Cindy said reaching for her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples.

Patti could see Ted and Joey standing in the door way watching them.

“Maybe next time I’ll fuck you with a strap-on.” She leaned down and

licked Cindy’s clit, still pounding that young pussy.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Ted said walking into the room followed by Joey.

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“13B…” I muttered to myself as I found the right door. It’s alright, I told myself. We’re just hanging out. It’s not like you haven’t met him before.

I always struggled with anxiety leading up to social situations, though when I’m actually in them I’m almost always fine. I knocked.

“Hey, awesome!” I heard Zach say from beyond the door. As he opened the door he seemed to finish putting his shirt on, pulling it down from his chest. Don’t look at his abs, I thought.

“Hey dude, good to see you! Find the place alright?” He gave me a fist-bump.

“Yeah man, nice little complex you’re in. Cool part of town too. Thanks again for inviting me.”

“Course, I mean we’re about to be brothers, right? Well, sorta, haha. Figured we should get to know each other a bit more than just over the table at Thanksgiving, right?”

Zach’s dad and my mom just got engaged after dating for about 2 years. They seem really happy together, so of course I have mixed emotions, but overall I’m happy for them. We’re not blending our homes really, since I live on campus at college and Zach has his own place. We’ve met just a handful of times, mostly at the last few holidays where we didn’t have too much time to talk. When they announced their engagement, Zach invited me to hang out with him at his place – said we should actually get to know each other if we’re going to be brothers. And who am I to turn down a new friend? He seemed really excited to hang.

“You want something to drink?” he asked as I entered and took off my shoes.

“What d’you have?”

“Coke, iced tea, beer, or I can make you a mixed drink if you’d like.”

“Oh, I’m not 21 for another 2 years.” I said. I knew he turned 21 not too long ago.

“So?” he said. “I mean if you’d rather not, that’s fine. No pressure at all. But the law’s bullshit, really. All abstaining does for anyone is make them go wild the day they turn 21, ending the night either in handcuffs or the hospital. Much better to explore slowly and safely earlier on. If you ask me, anyway.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” I said. “I mean, sure, then! I, uh, don’t really like beer though. At least not the few times I’ve tried it.” I was scared to admit that, honestly. Beer’s supposed to be the masculine drink and I didn’t want him thinking I was any less-than.

“No worries, no one likes normal beer, really. We’re all just stockholmed into liking it cause it’s so cheap and available.” I felt relieved when he said that.

“How about I make you a mojito, ever had one?”

“Nope,” I said, slightly excited to try something new.

“Alright, cool. Give me a second. Feel free to boot up the Xbox or Switch. Or hell, we could even do the N64 or PS2.”

“You have a PS2?” I asked. “God, I loved the shit out of my PS2 as a kid.”

“Yeah man, same! Go ahead and check out the games, they’re right under the TV.”

As he got the stuff out to make the mojito I checked out the games he had. As my mind had a minute to wander, I tried to keep it away from his abs I saw when he opened the door. He had a furry belly but you could still see his muscle. Trying not to think about it, ok.

“Dude, SSX Tricky? No fucking contest, this may be my all-time favorite game! I’m still upset my mom sold it a few years ago at a yard sale without asking me.” I looked over at him in the kitchen.

“Haha, there’s a reason it’s one of the top sports games ever! And I don’t typically like sports games.” he said. He put a lime and some leaves in a glass, grabbed what looked like a stick and started pushing hard down on the ingredients on the counter. It clearly was a physical task. Jesus Christ, I need help – his biceps are just – right, don’t think about it.

“Neither do I, but who the hell doesn’t love doing tricks on a snowboard. And, god, what was his name? Uh, Brody! Always played as Brody.” I said.

“Haha, Elise for me!” he said.

“You played as Elise?” I asked, surprised he played as a girl. “I mean, she is hot though.”

“Damn straight, just the right number of polygons.” he fucking winked at me. “Also I always thought her tricks were cooler. I’m more of a long-board guy myself.”

I laughed and he said “Go ahead and boot it up! Should already be connected.” He finished my drink and brought it over, along with what looked like a beer for himself.

We sat on the couch together and I tried the mojito. He even garnished it with a fresh slice of lime.

“Dude! What the hell, this is delicious!” I said.

“Haha, thanks! Glad you like it. Fresh lime and mint are the best.”

“Is that what you added to the glass? It’s really good. And I can’t even taste any booze.”

“Yeah, I added a little less just in case it was too strong for you. Also this is a sour beer if you wanted to try it.”

“Sour?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s totally different from your typical Bud or Yuengling or whatever. It’s more tart and much more fruity.”

“Sure, I’ll try it. Um, you ok with me drinking from your glass?”

“Yes man, haha! It’s cool.” He’s so up-beat.

“Huh. That’s, um. Yeah, that’s Escort İstanbul definitely totally different from any beer I’ve tasted.” I said. “Doesn’t hold a candle to this mojito though.”

“Fair enough!” he laughed.

We started playing the game in race mode so I could get back into it – I was so rusty. He won comfortably, but I didn’t do too bad. We switched to show-off mode and he got comfortable while man-spreading with his feet up on the coffee table. I tried not to think about his scent, given how close we were to each other on the small sofa. I have such a thing for quiet, natural confidence. Zach was so comfortable in his own skin and it turned me on in a way that I didn’t care to admit.

I went to pick up my half-finished mojito after he barely won again.

“Aaagh!” I yelped in surprise, spilling the rest of my drink on myself. A cat had jumped up on the back of the couch right behind my head.

“Jesus.” Zach said. “Well now you’ve met Milo. Sorry I forgot to tell you I have a cat. Are you ok with cats?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah, definitely. We had a few growing up – he just scared me, is all.”

“Yeah, he’s… He’s odd, haha. Usually is too scared to meet new people at first, but he also has a lot of energy at times. Here, I’ll get you some paper towels.”

He handed me the paper towels and cleaned the bit of drink that ended up on the floor.

Watching me pat my shirt and pants dry he said “Yeah, that’s not going to do much. Let me throw those in the wash for you. Otherwise they’ll be all sticky from the sugar.”

“What? Oh, no I’ll be fine.” I said nervously. Was he asking me to take off my clothes?

“No seriously, they should be washed. It won’t take too long. Also,” he said, looking at my legs and arms, “you should probably rinse off so you don’t end up sticky. The bathrooms right over there.” he pointed past the kitchen.

“Alright, I guess I should.” I said.

“Here, give me your clothes, I’ll throw them on quick wash.”

I hesitated uncomfortably. He noticed and laughed. “Hey man, it’s ok haha. I know we don’t know each other so well yet, but trust me, my place is 100% a judgment-free zone. You definitely don’t have anything I haven’t seen plenty before. Besides, I’m basically a nudist at home or when I’m with my buddies.”

“What, seriously?” I asked. “What’s that like? You’re just… naked all the time? Even with friends?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” he said. “I usually hate wearing clothes, and most of my friends enjoy the freedom of it too. It’s why I have that bathrobe by the door” he pointed towards a hook I didn’t notice before. “and why you probably saw me pulling my shirt on when you arrived.”

“Shit.” I said, taking this in. “Alright,” I laughed and nervously pulled off my shirt and shorts. I was a little afraid since my body wasn’t anything like his. I wasn’t out of shape, per se, but I don’t exercise or take care of my physique like he did. I was about as tall as him or slightly shorter with more slender shoulders. Freshman fifteen is definitely real for me, as I’ve gotten a bit softer since high school, though I still look slim enough with a shirt on.

“Thanks,” I said as I handed him everything but the boxer-briefs I still had on. He smiled, and I noticed a familiar heat in my groin. Feeling exposed always gave me this weird sexual tension. He pointed again to the bathroom and I went in before my emerging semi could take hold.

I took the opportunity of showering to clear my mind. I definitely got excited about being around Zach. His comfort in his own body and the confident and jovial way he spoke – I was attracted to him. And I felt bad about it.

I was letting the warm water hit me when Zach knocked on the door. “Hey dude, sorry but the beer’s going through me. I need to use the toilet.”

“Oh. Um. Uh, okay.” I turned away from the clear shower door as he came in. There wouldn’t be a way to hide my whole body, but exposing my ass felt better than my dick. Plus I figured I should give him privacy? But he also said he was a nudist, so. I’m not sure.

The distinct sound of his piss hitting the water was unmistakable and made me blush from the taboo of it. Guys in school never showered in Gym, I was never on any team, and I was always taught that nudity is an inherently private thing. I can’t even remember seeing a guy my age naked.

“Thanks man,” he said as he was still pissing. “I just made you another mojito, I put some more booze in it this time.”

“Oh, thanks.” I said, somewhat uncomfortable to start a conversation over the sound of his urine.

“Dude, I told you, no judgment!” He laughed jovially. “You don’t have to hide or be ashamed. We all have the same stuff.”

“Oh, right. Uh, sorry,” I nervously chuckled as I turned around. As he finished peeing he shook his dick a bit, which I couldn’t help but to look at for a second. It was a lot bigger than I expected – I’m not sure why I expected it to be anything specific – but when I saw it I was surprised at the length. It was soft, floppy even, and as thick as mine is İstanbul Escort Bayan when erect. “So you’re really just naked with friends all the time?” I asked as he pulled his shorts up.

“Yeah, pretty much. I mean it’s not an expectation, it’s more just the norm around here. That’s not to say you have to at all! I definitely have a few textile friends, and I never want to make anyone uncomfortable. I hope I didn’t by coming in?” he asked.

“Textile?” I asked. “And no, of course not. It’s your place. I’m just – I’ve just never really encountered nudity like that, not casually. Everyone around me has always been really private.”

“Someone who prefers clothes,” he clarified. “And good!”

“Gotcha. Well yeah, no I guess it would be a bit of a shock, but I’m not upset or offended or anything. I’ve been actively trying to try new things since starting college.”

“So do you want to try casual nudity?” he asked me with a smile. I felt a slight swelling in my dick.

“Um, sure, I guess why not? Though you’ll have to show me what to do, I guess?”

He laughed harder than I’ve heard him before. “You don’t do anything man! ‘Cept what we’ve already been doing – just in the buff.”

“Ha, alright then.”

He somewhat excitedly disrobed right there, leaving his clothes on the sink. “Just don’t bother with your underwear when you’re done, and that’s it. I’ve got to beat you again at SSX! I still need to put your clothes in the dryer anyway.” and he left the bathroom.

As he said all of that I had turned to rinse my body, but I was really trying to hide my growing semi from him. I loved his energy – how carefree and casual he was.

After a minute or two to let the hard-on mostly die down, I got out of the shower to dry off. Milo came into the bathroom to say hello more normally this time. He was actually very sociable and let me pet him for a minute or so.

“See, he’s actually pretty friendly when he wants to be.” Zach saw me from the kitchen.

“Yeah, he’s a sweet boy.” I responded as I hung up my towel and joined him in the kitchen.

For a second I just stood there, intensely aware of how naked I was.

“This… This is weird.” I said with a nervous chuckle.

“You get used to it,” he said with a smile. “Does it feel liberating?”

“I guess a little? But right now I – well, I mostly just feel exposed. Like in a nervous way.”

“That’s ok! And pretty typical for the first time,” he said as he leaned against the counter. “I just put some pizza rolls in for us.” The way he crossed his legs made his dick look way more prominent against his balls, which were also comfortably large.

“Oh sweet!” I said as I drew my eyes away from his dick.

He must have noticed – fuck. He smirked as he told me “It’s fine to look. It’s just usually considered rude to stare.”

“What? I – I” I blushed. “I’m sorry. I’ve just never seen anyone naked like this before. Just… casually letting it all hang out.”

“No dude, I get it! It’s natural to look. Everyone looks. And it’s not something you’re used to. It’s like the taboo of it draws your eye.”

“Yes, exactly!” I said, not wanting to admit his dick alone would draw my eye as well. “But – What do you do about, um…” I could feel my dick growing. Fuck, I had thought I got it under control when I got out of the shower.

“Boners?” he said with a laugh, glancing down at my junk. “Nothing. Hard-ons happen, they’re a part of life. Often they don’t mean anything.”

“So, um” I stammered and shifted so I wasn’t facing him as directly. “You and your friends just live with the occasional hard-on and just ignore it?” I was now definitely at half-mast. I tried to flex my leg muscles to get rid of it.

“Yeah. Well, usually,” he said, then quickly shifted the conversation. “Why don’t we continue playing the game? It’ll be easier if you have something else to think about.”

The way he said ‘usually’ with a sideways look and a smile made it seem like there was more to the story. But he was a smiley dude, so who knows. I was thankful to take the attention off our dicks.

I drank my mojito perhaps a little too quickly as we played another round or two. I actually managed to win the last round – I knew I still had it in me.

He was sitting exactly the same as he had previously; legs apart, feet on the coffee table. I had instinctually sat cross-legged to hide my junk.

When a timer went off in the kitchen he bounced off the couch, dick and balls swinging. “Pizza rolls are done! Also I’ll make you another drink?” he asked.

“Sure!”

“Another mojito? Or something different this time?”

“Whatever you like” I said and joined him in the kitchen.

“You’re getting a whiskey sour this time.” He bent over to get the pizza rolls out of the oven and I got a front-row view of his ass. It was obvious he had a nice ass, but jesus. It was plump with a good amount of muscle underneath. There was a decent amount of hair laying over his cheeks and in his crack. His dick and balls dangled in front of him, visible from Anadolu Yakası Escort behind. It was a miracle my dick didn’t stand to attention immediately, instead only getting semi-hard like before. But he said it was ok, so I tried to ignore it.

He sat directly on the countertop, legs slightly spread, dick resting on the granite. He handed me a plate and I leaned against the counter opposite him. I felt even more exposed in the kitchen without the game to look at.

“You alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just still getting used to it, I guess.”

“Do you want us to put our clothes back on? You’re more than welcome to.”

“No!” I said a little too forcibly. He smirked again. “I mean, no, I’m fine with it. It does feel more liberating. It’s just so new.”

“Alright,” he said. “Just let me know if you feel too uncomfortable. Like I said though, my house is absolutely a judgment-free space. Please don’t feel like you have to censor yourself or feel any sort of shame.” He smiled at me.

I drank some of the whiskey sour and took a few breaths, centering myself.

“Thank you.” I said. “I guess I’m used to my highschool friends, and the guys I’ve been hanging out with at college. They’re all a bit uptight about stuff, ya know? Like they’ll give you shit for stupid little stuff. And most of their jokes or insults revolve around who’s got a big or small dick. It’s just… It’s just uncomfortable sometimes, y’know? Especially when, well. I haven’t got what, well – I haven’t got what other guys have.” I glanced up to his soft dick resting on his balls as I said it. I don’t know why I was letting this spill. It’s not like I even gave words to these thoughts until Zach spoke about being judgment-free and I realized how different he was to my friends. And maybe the booze had something to do with it too.

“No dude, I completely understand what you’re saying,” he said. “Which is exactly why I like to practice radical acceptance. Sounds like your friends are a little immature, and are likely hiding their own insecurities with bravado like that. I promise you the guys who brag about having a big dick do so cause they think they don’t.”

“Hmm,” I said, feeling a bit better. “I guess.”

“Plus,” he said, “I know you said you haven’t seen many other dicks before, but you have a very nice one! Trust me.”

I spluttered out a false laugh. “I – What?” My dick must have heard it being spoken about, as it started to thicken after it had just calmed down a moment ago. Not yet defying gravity, but it definitely got bigger at his words.

“You heard me. I mean, beauty in every body, right? But as far as attractive penises go, you’ve got a nice one bro.” He smiled. It twitched a few more times at his compliments.

“You’re one to talk! Just look at that thing you’ve got between your legs! When I’m hard I’m barely that big!”

“False advertising dude,” he said, glancing down at his own. “I’m a shower. You’d think I get bigger than this, but I don’t. When it’s hard it just stands up – same length, same girth.”

“Wait, really? I thought all dicks get bigger.”

“No, not all. There’s growers and showers. Growers get a lot bigger when hard. They’re the easy-pack dicks, haha. Mine is just harder to pack away in every-day life, but it doesn’t really get bigger. I even wanted to wrestle in high school but didn’t ’cause I was embarrassed about things like that back then.”

“So, um, I guess I’m a grower then?” I said. Now my dick was starting to point straight out..

“Looks like it to me,” he said with a wry smile and nod at my dick.

I looked down at my dick, now at full-mast. “Jesus, um. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Dude, I told you. No judgment at all. Boners happen, they’re nothing to be ashamed of. I just complimented your cock, and I guess your cock liked to hear it.” He said. I noticed his dick twitching a bit too.

“Yeah, I guess. Still though, fuck. I’m sorry.” My dick was pointing straight at him. I realized how bizarre this was; I was standing in my soon-to-be step-brother’s kitchen, stark naked, with a raging hard-on, eating pizza rolls. Definitely not what I thought the night would look like. “I bet your other friends don’t get hard-ons while talking and hanging out. Jesus.”

“Mm, you’d be surprised,” he said softly, almost to himself. “Anyway,” he said, putting his last pizza roll in his mouth and talking through it, “Gotta put your clothes in the dryer.”

He walked over to the washer and started putting my clothes in the dryer. I felt even more ridiculous standing alone in his kitchen with my stiff dick than I did when he was with me. I realized my mind was still on his dick. I was imagining it getting hard and bigger, even though he said it didn’t. I wanted to feel it going from soft to hard. As I took more sips of my drink, I imagined wrapping my mouth around his soft dick and feeling it grow slowly in my mouth.

“How do you like the whiskey sour?” he asked, still at the laundry.

My dick was more than hard now. It was throbbing. “Uh, good!” My mind turned from his dick in my mind to his actual dick. “Really good actually. Goes down nice.” Zach wasn’t fully at attention, but instead of pointing straight down, his dick was reaching away from his body a bit, about at a forty-five degree angle. Was he still thinking about us talking about dicks too?

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The next day after the final bell I make my way out to the school parking lot where I find Todd standing against the passenger door of my car. I had been left choice but to give him a ride.

We climb into the seats and I start the engine and pull out of the parking lot.

We arrive at my place and enter the house.

I watch as Todd tosses his bag to the floor before collapsing onto the couch.

Shaking my head, I pull out my textbook and begin filling out my homework.

A bit of time passes before we hear the sound of a vehicle pulling into the drive. A few seconds later, Dad comes through the door. He toes off his shoes and takes off his suit jacket before coming over to pat me on the shoulder.

“Hey, Kiddo,” he hums.

“Hey, Dad,” I reply before returning to my homework. I do however look up when Dad moves to kneel down at Todd’s feet.

Silently he leans his neck and plants a kiss on both of my bully’s shoes before unlacing them and pulling them off. He then repeats the process by kissing the top of Todd’s socked feet. He then peels the socks and stuffs them into Todd’s sneakers before once again leaning down and kissing the younger man’s bare feet.

I sigh and shake my head as I turn my attention back to my homework.

“How was work?” Todd asks my father.

“It was good, Master,” Dad replies.

“Was it now?” Todd hums. “Tell me, did you spend the entire day thinking about my cock?”

“Yes, Master…I always think about your cock, and how it owns me.”

Todd laughs. “Well then strip and prepare yourself, finger your tight little hole until it’s ready for me to fuck,”

“Yes, Master” Dad replies.

I glance up to watch as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off, exposing his muscled upper body.

He then undoes his belt and button before pushing down his pants. He is left standing there in lacey pink panties. He hooks his thumbs in the elastic band and pushes them down his thighs.

“Use those panties to jerk your pathetic dick too,”

Dad only nods as he takes the lingerie in his hand. Because I sit behind him, I can’t exactly see him jerking himself but I do see him raise a hand to his face before reaching around to insert two fingers into his ass. He rides the digits with gusto, every so often adding another.

I shook my head and tried to refocus on my work, but the noises escaping dad’s mouth were just too distracting. Letting out a sigh I put my stuff down and sat back to watch. It strangely felt both wrong and right to watch my father act like this, like a back alley whore, moaning as he fingered himself and jerked off with a pair of panties he wore around his dick. I see Todd notice me watching, he lets out a chuckle and shakes his head.

“I’m ready, Master,” Dad says. “Please, fuck me, ruin me, destroy my ass.”

“You don’t get my cock, till you’ve filled those panties with your come,” Todd declares.

Dad whimpers but does as told. His body moves faster and erratically. Finally, he lets out a groan signaling his climax.

“That’s a good bitch,” Todd says. “Now get up here and ride my dick like the whore you are.”

Todd chuckled as my dad scrambled into his lap, he turned my father so that dad would be riding him reverse cowgirl, facing me in my chair.

I sit, paralyzed as my dad continues to bounce on Todd’s cock, letting out deep moans and curses that grow in volume with every passing second.

Finally, as dad lets out a particularly loud shout, Todd’s hand grabs the come-soaked panties from around my father’s dick and shoved them up to smear dad’s face with his own spend before finally shoving them in his mouth and keeping them there.

“Yeah, that’s it bitch,” Todd says. “you love being covered in come,” he chuckles. “I bet you would even love to have a train ran on that pussy, huh? Would you like that? I’d tie you up and invite my football buddies over so they can fuck you until the only thing you can think of is cock.”

Dad let out a groan at the thought.

“Do you want that?” Todd asks again as he takes the panties out of Dad’s mouth.

“Ple…please, I’ll do whatever you want….I’ll fuck whoever you want, pimp me out, I don’t care just keep fucking me, Master.”

Todd laughs at this and turns to face me.

“Your daddy is a cock whore, Sammy boy,” he says.

“What else would you do?” Todd asks my father.

“An -ack, fuck- anything, Master.”

Todd thinks for a moment before smiling. “If I came to your work and ordered you to ride me, would you?”

“Yes,” dad says without hesitation. “But please don’t, I need that job to pay for this house and mine and my son’s life…but if you told me to…I would let you fuck me at work.”

Todd says nothing for a moment before chuckling. “Don’t worry, I won’t do that to you, but you will start wearing a plug to keep your pussy open and ready for cock, understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Dad moaned.

“Good, now where were we?” Todd chuckles before roughly grabbing Dad by the hips. “Oh, yeah,” he says before roughly fucking back into Maltepe Escort my father. I turned my head away, not wanting to watch my father get his ass fucked by the young man who was basically my arch-nemesis.

***

Friday came and with it the last day before spring break.

Arriving at my house, me and Todd both threw our bags in the living room and settled into the furniture.

“Glad we’re finally on spring break,” he says. “That gives me more time to play with you dad.”

“Why don’t you just stop,” I growl at him. “My dad has never done anything to you, I haven’t done anything to you.”

“That’s where you would be wrong,” Todd argues. “You act so high and mighty because of your good grades and yet act like those who aren’t you, are worthless. So this is my payback to you.”

“By turning my father into your sex toy?”

“Yes,” Todd nods. “‘Cause now you get to be the worthless one and I get to be the high and mighty by making your dad my bitch.”

I hold his gaze for a moment before shaking my head. “Whatever,” I say.

Just then the door opens and dad walks in. He claps me on the back before going through the procedure of greeting Todd. Finally, once he is done, Todd is barefoot once again. Todd then orders him to suck his cock.

I stand up to leave but stop when Todd clears his throat

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warns, in fact, from now on, when I tell you to watch as I play with your dad, you better do it…or I just might have to fulfill my threat of showing your dad’s coworkers just how much of a slut he is,” he smirks before pointing to the chair. “So sit down.”

“Please, son” Dad pleads. “Do as he says…I need my job.”

Keeping my gaze on Todd I slowly sit down, glaring at his smirk.

“Good,” he nods before turning back to dad. “Now get back on my cock.”

“Yes, Master,” Dad replies. I was forced to watch as he took Todd’s cock into his mouth.

“You see this, wimp?” Todd growled at me. “You have no idea how many times I wanted to humiliate you…to throw you into a locker just to take my anger out on you…but now…now I have a better way of getting back at you,” he smiles before grabbing dad by his hair and pulling him off his cock.

“Tell your son exactly what you are and be honest.”

Dad turns to me and takes a breath. “I’m his.” He says simply. “I’m whatever he wants me to be, his cock sucker, his come dump, his bitch, his slave, his pet…there is nothing I wouldn’t do for him because he owns me, he owns my ass. My dick, and my body to do with as he pleases.” He tells me.

“Dad,” I whimper.

“And what does my bitch want?” Todd says.

I watch as my father offers me a half-smile before turning to Todd.

“I want whatever you want, Master. I want you to dominate me, I want you to humiliate me, I want you to own me, and I want you to fuck me and show me that my true place is beneath you, worshipping you like a god…show me that I am nothing more than a muscular bitch.”

“Nice speech,” Todd chuckles. “In that case, new rule, here you are to be in your underwear at all times, be it a pair of panties or a jock. And you are to wear your collar everywhere you go, understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Dad replies.

“So strip, bitch.”

I watch as dad stands to his feet and undoes his shirt, he lets it slide off his arms before unbuckling his belt, when prompted, he hands it to Todd who curls it and sets it beside himself. Dad then undoes his jeans and pushes them down his legs. He now stands there in a class white jockstrap.

“Good, bitch, now kneel,” Todd commands. Dad immediately falls to his knees and waits.

I watch as Todd studies my father for a moment before reaching out and taking dad by the back of the head, however instead of planting dad’s face in his crotch, he brings them to his feet.

“You want to worship me? Then worship me, kiss my feet, and thank me for making you my bitch.”

I hear dad plant a kiss on Todd’s feet before coming back up. “Thank you for making me your bitch, Master,” he says. When he pauses, Todd grabs him again.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, you keep kissing my feet and thanking me until I tell you!” He shouts.

Suddenly the room is filled with the sound of moaning, kissing, and whimpers as my father continues to thank Todd for making him his bitch.

Every now and then Todd will look up at me and smile as he smacks dad’s ass causing him to whimper and utter another ‘thank you’

Finally, after what feels like forever, Todd tells dad he can stop but keeps dad’s face planted against his foot.

“How does it feel to act like this in front of your son? To be violated and humiliated as he watches?”

“I-” Dad begins. I wait for him to answer with the truth that it makes him uncomfortable as much as it does me.

“I like it!”

My eyes bug out at him. I watch as Todd pulls him up by his hair and turns his head to face me.

“Say it again,” he rumbles.

“I like it…I don’t know why…but I do.”

“You like Anadolu Yakası Escort it because you’re a bitch,” Todd tells him. “You don’t the morals a day should have anymore…all you care about is pleasing me…ain’t that right?”

“Yes-yes, Master,” Dad sighs.

Todd laughs and sits back, pulling my father’s face into his crotch, he forcefully grinds dad’s head into his groin.

I want so badly to leave, but the threat against my father looks over me. I sit here, forced to listen as my dad gags and chokes on Todd’s cock.

After a few moments, my high school pulls my dad’s face away from his crotch and begins to stroke his dick.

Todd continues to grunt as he works his cock until finally groaning as he comes all over dad’s face.

“You’re nothing but a pathetic cock sucker addicted to my cock,” he grumbles.

Finally, he sits back and takes a moment to catch his breath.

“Go make dinner,” he orders a few moments later.

“Yes, Master.” Dad pants as he stands. He walks towards the kitchen, leaving my line of sight.

“There’s a whole lot more where that came from, wimp,” Todd chuckles. “I’m only just getting started, mark my words, by the end of spring break you’re dad isn’t going to care whose cock he’s taking, just so long as his pussy is getting filled.”

I glare at him for a moment before standing to my feet and retreating to my room.

A while later there is a knock on my door, I stand up and hesitantly open it to find my father, still completely naked, though he does cover himself with his hand for me.

“Dinner is ready,” he murmurs.

“I’ll be right down,” I reply before walking over to my desk and turning off my computer.

I had just gotten finished with a major section of the project putting me at about halfway complete with the entire thing. It felt like a large accomplishment.

Walking into the dining room, I find Dad once again kneeling at Todd’s feet as my high school bully feeds him pieces of fried chicken by hand. After each bite, dad cleans Todd’s fingers with his tongue before pulling back and thanking him. I find a plate already set out for me across the table from them. I sit down and begin eating.

Todd glanced at me as I ate and chuckled as he continued to eat and feed my father.

Once dinner was done I pushed away from the table and once again left to my room.

***

Hours later I was watching television when my door suddenly opened. I looked up to find my dad staring at the floor.

“Master, Todd is going to play with me, he wants to remind you of the rule.”

I already hated this rule. Letting out a sigh, I turn off my TV and follow dad into his room. Todd is naked on the edge of the bed. He looks up at me and winks before pointing to my dad’s office chair again. I begrudgingly sit down and get ready to watch.

“Alright, bitch,” Todd says to dad who shivers at the authoritative tone. “Get over here and get my cock ready,” he commanded.

“Yes, Master,” Dad says as he moves forward to kneel down and crawls over. Stopping at Todd’s feet, dad takes his cock into his mouth and begins slurping. My bully let out a groan as he threw his head back in ecstasy. He reached out to grab the back of Dad’s head and pushed his head down to take his cock deeper.

“Oh, fuck…yeah, suck that dick bitch,” Todd moans. He continues this for a moment before forcing his cock all the way into my father’s mouth and holds his head there.

Dad jerks and whimper as he chokes on the intruding length.

“Yeah,” Todd laughs before pulling dad off his cock, allowing him to breathe. “You like that dick don’t you?”

“I love it, Master,” Dad breathes. “I love your dick.”

“Of course you, all sluts love is cock.” He chuckles. He then stands up and shoved my father onto the bed.

“Raise that ass up,” Todd commands, smacking dad’s ass causing him to whimper.

I watch as my father pushes his ass into the air and spreads his legs to present his hole to Todd.

Slicking his finger with his saliva, Todd reaches out to probe at Dad’s rectum.

He fingers dad for a bit until finally pulling back and lining his cock up with my father’s entrance. He doesn’t even give a warning as he slams into dad causing the bed to rock and my father to groan.

“Damn your pussy is good,” Todd praises as he fucks my dad. “You should thank me for giving you what you want and fucking this pussy.”

“Tha-thank you, Master, for fucking my pussy.”

Todd glanced over at me and smiles as he continues fucking dad.

The first time that Todd comes, I stand up, thinking that they are through, however as I do, Todd glares at me.

“Sit your ass down. We’re not done here.”

I slowly return to my seat and watch as Todd moves to sit up against the headboard. He looks down at dad who returns his gaze. Even from the side profile, I can see sweat trailing down both Todd and dad’s faces.

“Worship me,” Todd commands.

I watch as dad gives a smile before nodding.

“Yes, Master.”

He then İstanbul Escort moves down to kiss Todd’s feet, something I guess my highschool bully enjoys watching.

I guessed wrong.

“I can’t believe you like my feet.”

My gaze snaps to my father who blushes.

“They are sexy, manly yet soft.” He answers.

“Manly, something you are not,” he laughs.

My dad holds Todd’s gaze as he kisses his heel before licking up to the ball of his foot.

“Not anymore.”

He then licks his way up Todd’s ankle, then his shin and thigh before nuzzling against his cock once again, snuffling the musk of my bully before kissing up his belly and gently sucking on his nipples.

I squirm in my chair, desperately wanting to leave but too afraid to cost my dad his career. By this time, dad has shoved his face into Todd’s armpit and is currently licking them clean of sweat when he comes back Todd reaches out to grab his hair.

“You’re a dirty little whore.” He says before spitting into my father’s mouth, I watch as dad swallows it and hums.

“Please, master, do that again.”

“Oh you want to be spit on?”

“Yes, Master, spit on me like the worthless whore I am.”

“Damn, wimp, you’re dad never fails to surprise me.”

‘Or me,’ I think.

Todd once again spits on dad’s face before a smile breaks out on his face.

“Ya know what I wanna see?”

Dad arches a brow.

“If you truly want to come…do it by grinding your cock into my leg and hump it like a puppy.”

I can almost feel the shock and embarrassment radiate from my father but he soon nods. “Yes, Master.”

Sliding down, he positions his cock against Todd’s leg.

“Get to it bitch,” Todd commands.

I watch as my father begins slowly gyrating his hips before breaking out into movements of full out humping against Todd’s leg. He moans and whimpers at the sensation and I can only guess what it feels like to drag my dick against another man’s hairy leg.

“Ple-please, master…I…I need to come.

“Bark.”

“Woof,” my dad immediately replies, too lost in the throes of passion to understand what he did.

Todd breaks out into laughter and nods “come.”

My dad groans as he shoots his release onto Todd’s leg. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he leans down and licks it up.

Todd then turns to me and smiles.

“Enjoy the show?”

“I’m out of here.” I shake my head and growl.

As I enter my room, I grimace to find that my cock had indeed started to chub.

“What is wrong with me?”

The next day I wake up and go downstairs to find Todd eating cereal with my dad acting as his footstool.

I go into the kitchen and grab a breakfast bar. I head back to the living room and sit down.

“I just have one question.”

Todd glanced away from the television and arches a brow.

“What?”

Taking a breath I square him with a look.

“How did you do this?” I ask. “How did you…get my dad to submit?”

Todd smiles. “It was quite easily actually,” he says. “That day you brought me over and you introduced me to him…well let’s just say we ran into each other later,” he smirks.

Thinking back to that day I remembered dad saying he needed to make a run out for something having to deal with his work. When I say as much Todd laughs.

“Oh he did, he saw me on the sidewalk that night and asked if I needed a ride. I agreed and got in. I kept dropping hints about his figure. But that was it…I kept it friendly. Bitching him wasn’t on my mind at the time,” He admits.

But then I saw you talking with Ms. Terres and I got so angry. When I told you that I was going to meet you at your house…I meant it…I was gonna pummel you for ratting me out like that…I didn’t think your dad would be home. He saw me in the driveway and invited me all before getting into the shower,” he continues to explain.

“And then when he came out…his towel fell.” He smirks as he glances at Dad before turning back to me.

“And that was when the idea came to me, what better way to get back at you than to fuck with your old man.”

“How did you know he would like it?” I suddenly ask.

“Oh it could have been the raging hard on he got when he had to bend over in front of me…or the the fact he kept glancing at my crotch and licking his lips and sputtering as he tried to apologize, but I like to think it was when I slapped his ass and he moaned.” He chuckles.

“It was then that I knew I had a genuine slut on my hands. So I grabbed him by the dick and brought him down on my cock. I came over his face and fed it to him before I told him that he was going to be my bitch, and he agreed wholeheartedly when he turned around and presented his right little ass to me, who was I to pass that up.” He laughs. “When you came home he had just gotten done pronouncing his bitchdom to me.” He smirks.

“And then those nights you refused to come down from your hidey hole, we had more fun, I fucked him on every surface of this floor, I made him him swallow load after load until the taste was stuck on his taste buds.” Todd says. “And the bitch loved every minute of it, he made a point about that as he moaned my name into that very chair you’re sitting in.”

I take all this in before turning to my dad. “You really do enjoy this don’t you?”

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Sloppy Seconds

Have you ever misheard the lyrics to a song? Maybe even sung it wrong, only to be corrected by someone.

I know that happened to me with the song Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix. For years I thought he said, “Scuse me while I kiss this guy.” rather than “Scuse me while I kiss the sky.”

The homoerotic imagery swayed my thinking for years. I’d never wanted to kiss a guy as a result, but it made me think about it enough to reject it. It also led me to wonder about sucking cock. I wasn’t keen on the idea but oddly it seemed less objectionable than kissing a guy.

So I was dating this new girl, Sloane. Yep, same name as the girl from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. She was named after the character.

We were driving down the road in my convertible Z with the top down and the music cranked up loud.

A real oldie came on the radio – ‘Hang on Sloopy’. She was singing along at the top of her lungs but whenever the singer said the word ‘sloopy’ she sang ‘sloppy’.

I looked at her sideways chuckling a little. I made fun of her playfully, “What’d you just say?”

She responded playfully too, but also a little defensively, “They’re not my lyrics. I didn’t write them. And if a guy likes that kind of thing then I think it’s sexy.”

Still confused, I asked, “Just what do you think the song’s about?”

She started to give me a whole rundown, “So this guy likes a sloppy girl but she lives in a bad part of town.”

I raised one eyebrow questioningly, “It says so right in the song, ‘Sloppy lives in a very bad part of town.’ “

I objected, “But it doesn’t say ‘sloppy’, it says, ‘sloopy’.”

She slapped my arm, “Jaaack, there’s no word ‘sloopy’ in the English language. And as an English Teacher I just can’t mispronounce words so I sing it the right way.”

Now I was amused, “Ok, tell me more.”

She blushed, “Sure, but you asked. It’s not like I wanted to go there.”

Then she continued explaining to me the meaning of the song, “So she’s poor and all the guys try to “put her down”, like on a bed.

But the guy doesn’t care what the other ‘daddies’ do. That’s what they called sex partners in the sixties. He even says, “Give it to them.” So he wants her to have sex with other guys.”

I had to stop her before she dug her hole too deep, “Um, I don’t think it’s about that.”

“No it is!” By now she had the lyrics pulled up on her phone, “Just listen to this next line: ‘Sloppy let your hair down, let your hair down on me.’ That’s about sex. She’s on top and her hair hangs down on him.

Then he tells them, ‘Come on Sloppy.’ So he wants the guys to do their business on her. He’s literally telling them to come Ataşehir Escort on her. Then he says it feels good and he wants her to shake it.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. First, that she had it so wrong. Then that she had this convoluted pornographic explanation. She looked at me with a very self-satisfied smug look.

I tried to challenge her without rubbing it in her face, “And what does it mean when he says, ‘Hang on sloopy’?”

She pointed to the lyric on her phone, “Right here. It says, ‘Shake it, shake it.’ And let it all hang down.’

It’s clearly talking about the sloppy aftermath of sex and since he loves her he’s willing to let the sloppy seconds from other guys hang down on him. In fact, it even proves how much he loves her.”

I stopped thinking about the song and started thinking about the mind of a woman who interpreted it like that. Really, a song is just a verbal Rorschach test.

And here was this woman who’s thoughts leaned toward dripping cum. I didn’t know if I found that super sexy or kinda weird.

Did she want to do that? Would I? She had said if a guy wanted that it was sexy. “If a guy wanted that.” So she’s not saying she wants it. But she also said it was sexy.

I wanted to just come out and ask her. But that seemed too direct. Just then a play on words occurred to me: “Sloppy Sloane.” I blurted it out impulsively, “Are you a sloppy Sloan?” Immediately I worried I’d made a mistake.

Sitting there side by side in the car she squeezed my hand in reply. Then some long minutes went by and she answered out loud, “If you want me to be.”

I squeezed back, acknowleging the next, freer, level we’d reached in our relationship where we could talk openly about sex and even cum.

At night I played that conversation over in my head repeatedly trying to dissect and tease out every nuance of meaning. In retrospect, that squeeze, when I squeezed her hand, that was the turning point she interpreted as a green light.

We dated for a few more months and had great times in and out of bed.

One day she called me, “Would you like to hang out with a group of my friends? My ex boyfriend will be there. But I don’t have feelings for him any more.”

The gathering was dull and when it broke up this guy Wes Farrell suggested we go bar hopping. Her ex, Bert, tagged along.

Both Wes and Bert flirted with Sloane at that first bar. There was no shaking them.

When it got boring there, Sloane yelled in my ear to be heard above the music, “We could go HANG out at a bar in the BAD PART OF TOWN and get SLOPPY drunk. Then we can COME back to my place and you can PUT ME DOWN on the bed. If that’s what you Acıbadem Escort want?”

Well of course I was always ready to bed her. I agreed with great gusto and a shit eating grin. And if she wanted to get drunk first, I was game.

I packed up my stuff and hers, but Wes and Bert still followed.

At the new bar we started doing shots and it quickly had the effect she wanted – we were all drunk.

I took Sloane aside, “It’s time. I’m ready. You ready to go get cummed in?”

I’d never seen her so randy and ready, “You betcha, Daddy.” Leaving the bar, her hips were swaying, she was swinging her purse merrily, and singing, “Come on Sloppy, come on, come on, Come on Sloppy, come on, come on, Well, come on Sloppy, come on, come on, Well, come on Sloppy, come on, come on. Well it feels so good, come on, come on. You know it feels so good, come on, come on.”

We hailed a cab but as we were getting in so did Wes and Bert. I told the cabbie we had three stops then I half passed out in the back seat.

I vaguely remember the two guys helping me inside and to bed.

I didn’t want to go to sleep without fucking Sloane first and I made an incoherent attempt to ask, “Sloane, come ‘ere. I need you.”

She bent over my face, her hair cascading down beautifully, I mumbled “Oh, I’m so in love with you. And your hair is so sexy. Let your hair down, let it all run down.”

Sloane draped her long blonde hair over my face, then ran the silky strands across my body. When the ends tangled around my cock I wondered when I had gotten undressed.

Hands dragged and positioned me in the center of the bed, turning me opposite the headboard.

Sloane wasted no time climbing aboard in a sixty-nine, sucking me to life. My sexual stimulation really helped revive me from my drunken stupor too.

Her tremendously hairy pussy never fails to excite me, and there it was perched just above my face while her delectable mouth pleasured my hard cock. The odor of aroused twat was ten times as intoxicating as the liquor had been.

I took a single swipe at her cunny when Wes gently pushed my head back to the mattress, “Hang on, bud. Plenty of time for that after I get mine.”

He straddled my head, bringing a bouncing cock to bear, aiming it right at her gash. From my vantage point I could easily see him rub the naked cockhead up and down in her slit before gliding inside. It was like my own personal porno. I loved it.

Heavy cum-filled balls swung happily back and forth in a frenzy of fucking and slapping. It didn’t seem to take Wes long to mash his pubes against hers, jerking and spasming as he filled her up.

He pulled away quickly splattering cummy İstanbul Escort residue on her now moist and matted fur. It looked pretty sexy especially with a tiny string that hung down over me.

As fast as he departed, Bert replaced him. His thicker smoother cock entered easily for him to have sloppy seconds. Penetrating her drenched crevice he squeezed out a glob of white spoo, which fell on my cheek.

He pistoned energetically, building up a creamy frothy sheen of whipped cum on his cockshaft. Bert sheathed and drew his sword repeatedly speckling my face every time it went home.

He fucked Sloane for like ten minutes straight, before digging his fingers into her hips, pulling her back tightly against his pelvis.

Just like with Wes, I saw his balls contract and his cock pump as he filled my Sloppy Sloane with a second load.

He stayed inside her, using his hand to milk the last of his spunk into her used pussy. When his divk was soft enough, it just fell out, glancing wetly off my lips as he dismounted.

Her hole was left gaping. Looking inside I could see the froth and the dollops of thick cum waiting inside. One tiny trickle slipped down and fell into my mouth, which I was holding open, hopfully.

Sloane stopped sucking just long enough to turn back, announcing, “I’ve got sloppy seconds for you to eat.” To no avail, I tried to tell her that that was not how the phrase was meant to be used. She merely sat back pressing her messy nasty cum-filled cunt to my lips.

It was squishy and sopping and delicious. I pulled her down encouraging her to let more of her weight fall upon me. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could, licking her pussy walls trying to get as much slick slime as I could reach.

I sucked, I licked, I nibbled and bit her nasty raw cunt lips. I was rewarded with more and more liquid to swallow.

When her hole drooled the last of their cum, she brought me off with her lips and we came together.

The guys were gone, leaving Sloane and I to snuggle in each other’s arms. Putting all the events together in my mind I had a realization and asked, “Was letting your sloppiness hang all over me everything you remembered?”

“Oh yes! As good as it ever was. I’m so lucky to find a guy like you.” Sloane patted my chest falling asleep, her head resting there.

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