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Sam and James had been emailing for weeks, building up to this point, they’d met twice before but this could be longer and with more planning. Sam’s wife was away on her courses so both knew they wouldn’t be disturbed. It was late August and just dusk when the door bell went at 7pm. Sam opened it quickly and James slipped inside, careful that no one saw him.

They spent a moment to regard each other than embraced. Sam was mid sixties and average height with a Dad’s tum and grey hair and spectacles, James the opposite mid twenties and slim build and only 5′ 3″, he had black hair but worn long and once inside he could comb it out to a centre parting.

‘Have you got it, and the other thing?’ James asked.

‘Yes I have’ and Sam ushered him through to the living room, there across the chair was a beautiful crimson satin court dress and across that a silk full length shift. James gasped a little and held the shift up to his cheek.

‘It’s lovely, truly lovely’ he said.

Sam was behind James and pulled the boys shirt up and off, undid his belt and drew down the trousers and boxer shorts, just for a moment he gazed at his perfect bottom before turning him and there was the little penis he’d been thinking about all week. Quite small really and with a foreskin that met over the glans in a little point and a tight pair of drawn up balls. Best of all a tiny drop of precum had formed at the point and Sam dropped down to lick it off and found it sweet tasting.

Both men had recently showered, but as Sam felated the boy he savoured that young musky scent and gently squeezed his scrotum, and felt the young man grow in his mouth.

‘Wait! Not yet!’ and James drew back, ‘The dress first!’

So Sam stood up and held up the shift for James to raise his arms and let it drop down over him, it clung wonderfully and James smoothed it down several times. Taking the proffered dress he held bayrampaşa escort it open and stepped into it and shuffled it up his body, so that Sam could pull up the zip at the back.

It fitted perfectly as it should as Sam had Jennifer’s stats and had had it altered and a small pair of silicone falsies fitted in the bust.

‘Go on Jen, spin round’ and she did and the dress spun out and uncovered her legs, she did it even harder and the dress rode up to expose her buttocks.

Sam stood back to take it all in, crossing to the mantlepiece he took the glasses of Prosecco and handled one to Jen before sitting to sip his. Jen sipped hers while sashaying around the room while revelling in the fit and feel of the dress, it was everything she hoped it would be, and the silk riding over her nipples and cockette felt devine. Two more glasses were consumed before Sam motioned her over and pointed at his waist. Kneeling before him she pulled down his shorts and underpants in one movement and threw them behind her. Suddenly his cock and balls were in her face and she lofted both to enjoy their weight. Of normal length but thickly veined she drew back the fore skin to expose the angry purple head. She waited to take in his manly musky before opening her mouth to take him into her.

She spent the next seventeen minutes expertly fellating him, changing the rhythm often and playing with his ball bag, even on one occasion reaching under and slipped a slender finger up his bottom which nearly put him over the edge. Finally panting they knew they’d reached the final stage, so standing he handed her across to the sofa and the large pile of cushions.

‘Come on Jen, quickly now!’ and she understanding bent over the pile so her bottom was raised up. Crouching behind her he threw the dress and shift up over her back, and she felt the sudden coolness on her thighs beykoz escort and buttocks.

Kneeling there he gripped both orbs and eased them apart to expose her perfect brown starfish which he lapped at, indeed he licked like a dying man and she felt his tongue and chin whiskers all over her bottom. He gradually managed to get a portion of his tongue up her anus and dripped as much saliva as possible into it. Finally he could wait no longer and rose and mounted her. His full weight pressed her down and she felt and smelt him as he prepared his entry. She felt his angry cock head bumping around her hole and pushed herself out for the invasion.

With a great push he trust powerfully into her and her mouth flew open in protest just as he popped a balled up pair of used knickers into her mouth, so all she could do then was moan. Now he was ready to use her fully and he claimed her as his woman, as the strong thrusting began. She had hoped to take part in this but all she could do was lie there and moan as her man thrust into her and the sofa creaked and their sweat became infused and outside she heard children playing but inside she had to take the hammering he was giving her.

Finally his trusting became more urgent and she literally began to bounce up and down. He mouthed a continuous stream of obscenities into her ear and then with a huge bellow fired a packet of semen into her rectum, at that moment she too came and soiled the front of the shift.

‘Oh my god! oh my god!’ was all Sam could manage as he fought to regain his breathing and heart rate. His shrinking phallus popped from her followed by a sizeable dribble of semen and turning they clung to each other as their breathing returned to near normal. They stayed like that for 45 minutes, just holding and kissing and she cried a little and he licked away her tears, they spoke in short sentences or single beyşehir escort words, but just silly things really.

Later they rose and he fetched more drink and they took a little food and they spent some time just wandering around the house arm in arm, chatting and looking at things together.

‘Do you think you could go again Sam’ she shyly asked and nodding he took off her dress and handed her upstairs to the marital bedroom. It was dark by this time so he turned on a soft bedside lamp and closed the curtains.

Drawing back the bed clothes she made to turn over but he pulled her aside to lie on her back and she smiled at that and kissed him, and so she with her legs up and apart he crawled up and easily entered her and began a gentle loving motion that was pleasing to them both, he held her shoulders and trust away while kissing her open mouth. This time it was much more gentle and loving and he whispered nonsense to her as his thick member thrust into her silky smooth anal canal. Finally he increased tempo and eventually fired his second packet of semen into her rectum.

Quickly withdrawing Sam muttered ‘Your turn!’ before scooting down her belly and taking her small hardness into his mouth. He gently sucked until her hips bucked violently and clutching his head she fired her load into his willing mouth, he’d refrained from touching her anus as he thought it must be sore.

Again they lay entwined together talking softly and occasionally kissing till eventually they rose and went back down stairs. There they found the shift had a sizable stain up the front but Sam assured her that it would wash out and he held her clothes out for her to redress. When that was done Sam embraced James and they kissed a little before discussing his journey back on the train. ‘Text me, okay?’ and James promised he would. He found he was just a little sore in the bottom and accepted a ibuprofen with a last glass of fizz.

With that the young man slipped away again into the night and caught his train back into town. Sitting in the crowded carriage he smiled to himself and wondered if anyone else had been on a journey like him, he’d been touched and turned and hoped it would happen again…

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I would like to start by saying I am new to writing so I hope you don’t judge me too hard on my literary naivety. Nor am I experienced in Bondage or Master Slave relationships. This story is pure fantasy from my part and is about what I find erotic and stimulating. Please bear this in mind when reading the story. I hope you find it as stimulating reading as I did writing it.

***

I wake to the smell of bacon frying, wow I am so hungry, my stomach rumbles at the aroma. I think about last night and seeing Sir for the first time, albeit wearing a mask but I’m more attracted to him now than I ever was. I think back to when I first realised my homosexuality and when it was I came to accept it.

Sir enters the cellar and opens the cage door.

“Good morning boy, I’ve made breakfast, are you hungry?” he asks.

“Yes Sir, I’m starving, thank you Sir.”

He helps me out the cage and removes the blindfold. I look at Sir, he is naked and still wearing the mask. He removes the device, my cock looks a little deformed from it’s cramped quarters but I know it’ll soon get back to it’s regular shape. He leads me up the stairs and into the utility room, the sunlight is streaming through a window and blinds me. I cry out in pain.

“Sun hurting your eyes?” he asks. I nod, squinting.

He leads me down a hallway, the carpet beneath my feet feels deep and very soft. We end up in a room, my eyes are still hurting from the sunlight so I can’t make out any features, except this room also has the nice soft carpet. Sir stands behind me, puts his arms around me and kisses my neck. I feel his cock touch my hands so I instinctively wrap my slender fingers around it causing him to sigh.

“Look in the mirror, boy,” he instructs.

I squint, my eyes are slowly getting accustomed to the light. I can make out a naked boy in front of me and realise it’s me in a full length mirror. I look away shamefully. I have always suffered from low self esteem and seeing myself naked in the mirror doesn’t help it any.

“I see me Sir,” I say looking at the floor, nice carpet.

“And what do you see that is wrong with you?” he asks further.

I feel uneasy and continue to stare at the floor. He grabs my chin and forces me look back in the mirror.

“Tell me! What do you see wrong with you?” he persists.

“I’m puny! I’m too thin! I’m ugly! I have too many spots and I’m too damn shy!” I blurt out.

I have never told anyone how I feel about myself before and I suddenly feel an emotional release bringing tears to my eyes.

“Wrong!” he says, “Would you like to know what I see?”

I nod.

“I see a beautiful young man, with a beautiful body. This body is so sexy, look at your curvy hips.” he explains as his hands run over my hips. “Look at your chest, it’s perfect, with delicious pert little nipples,” he tweaks them as he says this causing me to whimper. “Look at this beautiful face, there will be a lot of people that will fall in love with this face, believe me. And look at this magnificent cock! You are going to give and get a lot of pleasure from this,” he says stroking my cock.

It starts to swell from his gentle touch, I must admit I do like my cock. I think about what he said about people falling in love with my face. I want to say ‘But I want you to fall in love with me’.

“No there is only one thing wrong with you,” he adds.

I look at his eyes in the mirror expecting the worst.

“You’re too pale, you don’t get in the sun enough so today we are going to do a spot of sunbathing.”

I smile, “that sounds nice Sir.”

He takes my arm and leads me through the house. I get a good look at the room we was in, it’s his bedroom. The room is large with a king sized bed dominating it. There are built in wardrobes along one wall, a dresser by the window and a large flat screen TV on the wall opposite the bed. The walls are a dark red and the furnishings are a combination of black and cream. The bed clothes are silk and I look at the bed with envious eyes wishing I could spent the night in there with him.

He leads me into a hall way and I realise there are no stairs, this house is a bungalow. We end up in the kitchen, it is beautiful. A high gloss black granite worktop lines three of the walls while the other leads in to a large conservatory. The units are high gloss white and there are various stainless steel appliances around the work top. In the centre is an island with stools around and freshly made breakfast laid out on top. I can’t help but notice that there is only one plate of food and I wonder if this is mine then perhaps Sir has already eaten.

Sir sits on the a stool and pulls me to him telling me to sit on his lap. I can’t do it alone as my hands are still tied behind my back so he helps me. He then feeds me my breakfast. I feel somewhat silly, slightly humiliated at being fed but it makes me feel like a young boy again being looked after by a caring parent. Those feelings give way to a sense of romance, his actions seemingly loving, slightly erotic even.

“I’m having some friends bahçelievler escort over today, they are going to join us for sunbathing,” he says, “you’ll like them, they’re nice people and I want you to meet them.”

I feel somewhat nervous a meeting these people but I’ve always suffered with that and I was hoping to spent the day with sir alone.

After breakfast we head out into the garden, it’s very large with a high hedge surrounding it. There are no houses in sight, it seems very secluded. I notice on the lawn two beach towels side by side, one for Sir and one for me I guess. The one beach towel is situated in the centre of four pegs in the ground and I realise what these are for. If he ties me to these I will be completely vulnerable when his visitors arrive.

Sure enough I am made to lie face down on the towel while he ties my feet and hands to the pegs. He disappears and returns holding a bottle of sun lotion. He rubs it into my pale skin, his large soft hands kneading my tight white skin. I relax and enjoy his touch, he soon get’s to my bare ass and rubs some into my crack, I lift my butt to give him better access. His finger probes my anus spending longer there than he needs to, my cock stiffens. He reaches under and pulls my cock down so it is between my legs, he strokes it till it is nearly fully erect. It feels a little uncomfortable but very sexy. He finishes applying my lotion then sits on his towel and applies the lotion to his front.

We lie like that for quite a while, Sir occasionally leaning over to play with my ass and cock, keeping me hard. We talk about college and the courses I’m attending, and what I want to do when I leave. I try to learn more about Sir but he is very evasive.

Shortly the door bell rings and Sir get’s up to answer. I’m suddenly aware my bare ass and hard cock are totally visible.

“Oooh! V! That is adorable!” a voice says, “is it a new garden ornament?”

I hear others laugh.

“Fellas, I’d like to introduce my boy, Daniel,” Sir says, he used my name again.

I crane my neck round to see three men behind me, one of them Sir. One of them is carrying a few extra pounds around his belly and looks to be in his fifties as he has the beginnings of grey hair. He is wearing khaki shorts and a t-shirt which does nothing to help his figure. He is quite attractive and has eyes that smile even when he isn’t. The other is slim, not quite as thin as me but tall with it, I guess around six foot. He is wearing cut off jeans and a black tank top, his head shaved making him look a little intimidating. He is also wearing a dog collar with a leash attached that his being held by the older man. I estimate his age to be twenties or so, he also has a hungry look in his eyes.

“Pleased to meet you boy Daniel,” the older man says smiling.

“Boy this is Mr G and his boy Robbie,” Sir introduces.

I smile and say, “hello.”

I blush as I notice they aren’t looking at my face, they are transfixed on my cock.

“My that is impressive,” says Mr G.

“We’ll have a little play later,” Sir says.

I push my face into the towel, this is going to be a long afternoon.

“Looks like your boy want’s to start play now,” sir laughs.

I look round to see Robbie kneeling between my legs, he looks up at Sir.

“Please Mr V may I?” he asked.

“Oh your boy is so polite,” Sir says, “well just a quick lick.”

Robbie bends down and runs his tongue up the length of my cock causing me to shudder.

“That’s enough” says Mr G pulling on Robbie’s lead, “we’ll have time for that later.”

Robbie moans disappointedly. Sir gets back on his towel to my right and lies back to sun himself. I look to my left and Robbie has placed his towel right next to mine. He removes his clothes and I look at his cock, it’s a good size around eight inches, it looks a little bigger as he is wearing a cock ring making his cock stick further out from his groin. It is now semi erect as he sees me staring at it, I look at him and he smiles as he pushes his hips forward to make it look even more impressive. I now want to feel that cock in my mouth and I lick my lips, my own dick getting very stiff indeed.

Robbie lies down on his side facing me, his face inches from mine. He places his hand on my head and strokes my hair then runs his fingers down my back. I groan a little, his touch feels just like Sir’s.

“Do you like Robbie?” sir asks.

I turn to look at him, “Yes Sir, he has kind eyes.”

“Oh lord he is such a sweetheart,” I hear Mr G say.

I look up to see he has placed his towel at my head and is lying facing me in between my arms, his hairy belly facing me, I shudder again. My eyes are drawn to his cock, JESUS! IT’S MASSIVE! I look in disbelief as it has to be all of eight inches soft but not only that, it’s thick, really thick! Robbie see’s me looking, my jaw must have been wide open.

“It still hurts even now and he’s been fucking me for five years” he whispers in my ear.

My eyes widen as I turn to look bakırköy escort at Robbie.

“He fucks you with that thing?” I whisper incredulously.

They all laugh. I feel embarrassed, Robbie sees this and kisses me, his lips sweet and tender. I giggle and say I wouldn’t mind seeing that, Robbie winks at me.

For the next hour or so we talk about different things, Sir and Mr G talking about people I don’t know and a party that Sir is throwing in a few days.

“Thanks for inviting us to the party,” Mr G says, “but I’m afraid we can’t make it, Robbie and I have had our vacation booked before we got the invite.’

“That’s ok, you’ll be missed tho, especially Robbie,” Sir says laughing.

“Yes he can be the life of a party,” Mr G replies laughing too.

“It’s a pity because Daniel here and two new slaves I’ve found are going to be naked serving boys,” Sir says.

“Sir?” I say my voice sounding alarmed.

“It’s ok boy, I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” Sir reassures me stroking my hair.

“Oh you’ll love it,” Mr G says, “Your masters party’s are legendary and so much fun.”

I should learn to trust Sir more now, every time he’s suggested something that has alarmed me has usually been a wonderful pleasurable experience.

“Time to turn you over,” Sir says. “but first I need you to oil my back.”

He gets up and unties me then lays face down on his towel. I get up and straddle his back my cock semi hard running up the middle.

“Oh and no trying to get your self off,” he commands.

“Yes Sir,” I reply.

I get the lotion and apply it over his shoulders and back, he already has a nice tan and the oil is making it look darker. My hands rub down his sides and he groans, I get a wicked idea and I tickle his sides. He bucks and laughs loudly.

“Ha ha, stop that, young man,” he gasps, “you’re supposed to be putting lotion on me.”

“Sir is ticklish,” I giggle and tickle him some more.

“Arrgh! Stop, other wise I’ll whip your ass,” he shouts.

I stop, not sure if he is serious or not. I move further down, my cock now resting in the crack of his ass. I wonder if Sir likes being fucked and whether or not he would let me fuck him. I look over to Robbie who is having his back oiled my Mr G, all the time they have been there Robbie’s eyes haven’t left me. I finish rubbing lotion into Sir’s skin. I continue to oil up Sir, my hands now at his ass. It’s nicely shaped and slightly hairy. I run my fingers down his crack and he moans, I find his hole and I’m tempted to drop down there are then and lick him out. Doing it front of strangers is the only thing that stops me, I feel very self conscious. I finish oiling Sirs legs.

“Finished Sir,” I inform him.

Sir instructs me to lie on my back and he ties my hands and feet back to the pegs.

“Would you like to help me oil my boy up?” he asks the others.

Soon they are surrounding me, Robbie between my legs Sir to my left and Mr G to my right. I closed my eyes to the sensation of six hands oiling and caressing my naked body. Robbie is taking special attention to my cock, taking long strokes making sure the whole length is oiled up. I groan in the ecstasy of many hands feeling me up and surprisingly Mr G’s touch is as gentle and soft as Sir’s and Robbie’s, I’m in seventh heaven.

“Mr V, my I suck his cock sir?” I hear Robbie say.

“Yes but don’t make him cum,” Sir replies, “I was giving him a cum denial for three hours last night so he’s a loaded gun waiting to go off.”

I feel Robbie’s lips slip over my cock head, I look down to watch him engulf my cock and for the first time in my life I see my cock slipping into someone else’s mouth, its unbelievably erotic.

“Three hours?” I hear Mr G say, “what method did you use?”

“E-stim,” Sir replied.

“Ooh you bastard, that must have been agony for him,”

“He was crying in the end,” Sir said with pride in his voice.

“And he hasn’t cum yet since last night?”

“Not yet, fancy giving me a hand to video it when he does?” Sir asks.

“Sir?” I ask not sure if I heard him right.

“It’s just a little memento of you’re biggest cum shot yet to cum,” Sir laughs.

I suddenly shout as I reach a climax.

“Stop! Sir please!”

Robbie pulls away looking very pleased, my cock twitches wildly and I’m panting heavily. Sir kisses me and tickles my testicles knowing full well it delays my edge from subsiding.

They get back onto their towels. Robbie and sir lying either side of me, stroking my skin, teasing my nipples, rubbing my cock to keep it hard and occasionally kissing my neck and ears. Mr G has moved his towel to between my legs and is now lying on his front sucking on my balls and flicking his tongue down my perineum to my tight hole. I am now back to the state I was in last night, groaning constantly in desire as the dire need to cum overwhelms my body.

I look at Sir, his cock is leaking pre-cum and I want it in my mouth. I lick my lips, Sir sees this and gets up. He grabs başakşehir escort something from behind himself and positions himself kneeling above my head. I look up his cock is right above my face, I stretch to lick his ball sack but I can’t quite reach. He grabs his towel, rolls it up and put’s it under my shoulders. My head falls back my throat now stretched. He pushes down on his cock and feeds it into my open mouth, I can’t move my head in this position so Sir slowly fucks my mouth. I can feel his cock slide down my throat as I swallow it deep.

“Damn that is hot!” I hear Mr G say, “Robbie get over here.”

Sir picks up his pace and is fucking my face now, I can’t see his face but I can tell he is close. As his cock moves down my throat the scent of his pure manliness enters my nostrils. I feel him shudder and he pulls out just as he shoots a massive load over my open mouth and down my stomach.

“Shit V, did you cum already?” I heard Mr G say.

“Yeah,” he says laughing between pants, “this boy gets me so damn fucking horny.” I smile.

“ARRRGH FUCK!” Robbie screams.

I lookup to see an unbelievable sight. Robbie is on his back, legs are pressed against his body and and Mr G is on top sliding the biggest cock I think the world has ever seen let alone me into the poor boy’s ass. I have no idea the full length as some of his cock is in Robbie’s ass but there is still a good eight inches visible. It’s thickness is thicker than my forearm! I gasp in disbelief as the huge tool slides into the boy’s ass, deeper and deeper. Robbie is grasping at the grass, his face turning red with the pain. To my utter amazement Mr G gets the whole of his cock buried deep inside Robbie. He then pulls slowly out, when I think he is at the end more comes out. How long is this fucking cock! Eventually he reaches the tip, it has to be at least a whopping eleven inches.

“Isn’t that the hottest thing you’ve ever seen?” Sir asks.

“Fuck yeah!” I say

I look up at Sir still standing over me, “Please Sir don’t let him near my ass with that, I wouldn’t be able to take it.”

Sir laughs loudly, “Don’t worry boy, he would ruin you for me if I let him fuck you.”

I smile again. I look back and see Mr G now sliding the full length of his giant cock in and out of Robbie’s ass. Robbie looks at me with pure lust on his face, he lifts up his cock lets out an almighty groan. His cock pulses and cum flies out hitting him squarely on his face, again and again it bolts streams of hot ropey cum over his face and chest. Mr G is fucking him fast now and grunting and moaning heavily, he suddenly pushes hard into Robbie causing him to scream in pain and I can tell Mr G is dumping his load into Robbie’s ass. Mr G collapses on Robbie and they lie there panting, Robbie still looking at me.

I am so horned up now and all my being is screaming out to cum. I look up at sir with pleading eyes.

“Please Sir, I want to cum so bad, please may I cum?” I beg.

“Ok I think it’s about time,” Sir agrees, “You may want to watch this guys, G will you take the camera.”

I hadn’t noticed but Sir had been videoing us the whole time, I so want to watch that back later. Mr G takes the camera and Sir get’s down by my cock. It starts twitching in anticipation. He takes the head of my cock in his forefinger and thumb and slowly slides them down the length of my shaft.

“Please Sir, faster.” I cry.

Sir doesn’t go any faster he keeps it excruciatingly slow. The lotion allows Sir’s fingers to slip effortlessly while Robbie plays with my nipples.

“PLEEAAAASSSSEEE SSSIIIIRRRRR!” I cry.

His pace doesn’t get any quicker and my body is shaking violently now. Every fibre of my being tenses up as I reach the plateau of my orgasm.

“UUURRRRGGGGHHHH!! I’M CUUUUUUMMMMMMMINNNNGGG!” I scream.

A wave of euphoria washes over my body and the first bolt of cum erupts from my cock. I watch it shoot vertically for nearly six feet. Everybody gasps, again and again my cock spurts as high as the last, I’m like a volcano erupting. It’s going everywhere, some lands on my chest and face, some on Sir and some on Robbie. I can’t believe how much cum there is and the force at which it’s erupting, it has to be the longest most powerful ejaculation I have ever experienced.

“FUCKING HELL!” I hear Mr G say, “THAT’S FUCKING AWESOME!”

I notice Robbie kneel up next to me, his cock fully erect, beating it vigorously. He grunts and delivers another load all over my face.

“Did that turn you on Robbie?” I hear Sir ask.

“Fuck yeah Mr V, that was the hottest thing ever!” he replies.

Sir notices that my cock is still fully erect, “I think he maybe ready to go again, what do you say boy?” he asks me.

I nod.

“Good but how about I fuck you at the same time?”

I nod harder. He unties my legs and lifts them up while Robbie who is now over my head grabs my feet and holds them there. Robbie’s flaccid cock is resting on my face so I start licking and sucking it into my mouth. My hole now exposed for Sir’s waiting cock is lubed up. Sir presents his cock at my entrance and he pushes, I relax and he slips in effortlessly. I gasp. Sir slowly slides in deep into me and Robbie takes my cock in his mouth. Robbie’s cock is on it’s way to an erection so I push my head back and take him in my mouth. All this time Mr G is videoing the whole thing.

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Chapter 2: Jamie

I saw that photograph. I saw it that first evening, when I went in to turn the bed down because Charlene was busy out in reception. I had already figured he had been doing my dad all these years, and it’s something that had come between me and my dad. Not that Dad knew what I knew—or at least strongly suspected. But our connection just couldn’t be the same anymore because of it. But seeing that famous author guy, Kincaid, in that old photograph he’d put on his dresser—that just set me off. I could have killed him then and there. Putting that photograph there was like he was flaunting it, flaunting his control and his power.

The photograph showed that big elk he’d bagged up in the mountains here. But that’s not all it showed. In the photograph, he had his arm possessively around the waist of my grandfather, who had taken the famous author on that hunt when he was staying at our family’s dude ranch, Wolf Creek. And it showed to anyone who might have half suspected it that the elk hadn’t been the only animal Kincaid had bagged up in the mountains.

I tried to be angry at my dad for also putting up with Kincaid’s attentions all of these years, but I knew he’d done it to keep the family business going. It’s what paid for my college down in Boulder; it’s what was setting me and the rest of the family up for our lives. And J. Harvey Kincaid, the famous author of those men’s novels on male bonding and “man against the elements,” was the main patron and pull for our celebrity dude ranch—and had been for decades.

Dad had left me to manage the ranch for a couple of weeks this summer while I was home for college. He’d gone up to a rodeo in Laramie specifically so that he wouldn’t be around to bail me out of tough decisions at the ranch. And Kincaid’s showing up at the ranch was the toughest decision I was faced with.

He came three or four times a year. But he always came when my dad was going to be there and could take him up into the mountains, up near Medicine Bow National Forrest, to hunt elk—or so they said. Kincaid had called ahead this summer and I told him on the phone that my dad would be gone then. But here he was anyway. And he wanted to go up into the mountains to hunt elk. And he was the patron of the family business.

So I took him on up. I couldn’t be in two places at one time. So, I left Charlene in charge at the ranch and picked out the most steady of the ranch hands and paid them extra to do what they could to help her out and keep a protective eye on things while I was gone. And Kincaid and I saddled up two horses and headed up into the hills, toward the still-snowcapped reaches of Hahn’s Peak.

I went with the intention of staying my distance, of being polite but standoffish. I didn’t want Kincaid for a friend, and I was afraid that if I could get within striking distance, I’d kill the man for what he’d done to our family. Not just what he did to my grandfather and father but how dependent we’d become on his patronage. I couldn’t see the point of his fame. I’d read the books and seen the movies done from them, and, yes, he was an engaging, persuasive writer. But that macho male friendship and combining strengths and resolves to take on all comers, whether the scenario was the American West or the battlefields of Iraq, got old pretty fast, I thought.

But the longer I was riding around with him up in those deserted hills of magnificent wild beauty, just the two us, with him weaving stories for me in a rich baritone voice that lulled and stroked me to the very quick, the more I could see how he worked on a person. He must have been over sixty by now, but he was still quite a man, the virile, solid, handsome man of power and decisiveness that he wrote about, and for which he had received international accolades for four decades.

The third day we had struck camp in a cottonwood grove next to a racing stream running down an isolated, sheltering ravine and then we’d ridden on up toward the snow line in search of elk.

We found a mud slide instead. Neither one of us got hurt—and the horses weren’t any worse the wear for the slide either. But we were filthy. With a hearty laugh, Kincaid challenged me to a horse race down to the crystal clear little lake the stream in our ravine fed into, and off he roared with another laugh.

It wasn’t his horse, so he flew with reckless abandon and was already off his steed and in the lake before I got there. When I arrived I somewhat dumbly said I couldn’t come right in because I hadn’t brought a swim suit and wasn’t wearing anything under my jeans for that matter, and he just rose out of the water and threw wide his arms and said there was no need for such modesty out here in the wilderness. He was buck naked and showed ataşehir escort off exceptionally well for a man his age. He tossed out a “Real men don’t need swim suits” at me in that macho voice of his and, challenged to the quick, I stripped down and dove into the cold, clear water.

We paddled around a good ten or fifteen feet away from each other, cleaning the mud off ourselves, as he wove another one of his male bonding stories for me—a story of young men starting off in life and those with experience of the world doing so much better than those of limited horizons and narrow views. He told of the story of a young architect, taken under the wing of an older, established one. And how their lives merged and how much their bonding developed the lives and works of both in enriching ways that could never have happened if they’d lived in isolation. I couldn’t help but listen to his story in fascination. I aspired to being a writer—I’d shyly told him that several summers ago—and I could see parallels. And I fancied I was drawing those parallels on my own.

He suggested a race, a race across the lake. I didn’t think that quite fair, an author in his sixties and a nineteen-year-old athlete who had been ranch handing for the last two months. But this was his hunting trip. He was calling the shots. So, I laughed and asked him what we were wagering on. He said if I won he’d both clean and cook the fish for dinner and if he won I’d have to give him a shoulder rub right there in the lake and listen to another story he was trying to work out before he wrote it. He said all of the riding had made his body sore.

He, of course, won. I surely didn’t like either cleaning or cooking fish, but Kincaid had much more at stake than I did. Or did from his perspective, at least.

So, there I was, that ten or fifteen feet no longer between us. I was standing behind him in water up to our nipples and massaging his back and shoulder muscles deeply. The water was rippling around us and moving us in waves, moving his butt from time to time back against my groin. And I have to admit this was having its effect on me.

Meanwhile, he was unfolding his idea for a story. About a young man who wanted to write about life but who hadn’t really experienced life deeply and fully enough for anyone to take notice of what he put in writing. But then he was taken under the wing of an older, more experienced, far more successful writer. The young man won a scholarship to study with the older man for a year, and the two went off to a tropical island country to work on developing the young man’s writing in private, without distractions. But for months he could think of nothing to write. There was no experience to draw from, no passion from which to write. The tropical island went into chaos. A revolution was erupting around them, and they had to hide out in interior rooms of the house they had let. They went through travails of protecting each other from the threats around them, and they became closer and closer. And they bonded, becoming one. And the young man was writing now. Writing from a wellspring of experience and passion. And after the revolution, when they emerged from hiding, he wrote a Pulitzer-winning novel. A novel enriched by deep experience and passion.

Sometime during the weaving of this mesmerizing tale, the waves were no longer moving us together. Kincaid had his butt plastered into my groin now and had my now half-hard cock encased between his thighs. And I hadn’t even noticed this was happening until he took one of my hands in his strong fingers and wrapped it around his very hard cock, his hand on top of mine.

He was murmuring to me in that sing song baritone voice of his, “I know you want to be a writer, Jamie,” he was saying. “But do you really think you have the experience and passion for it?”

“Yes, of course,” I quickly answered, trying to take my hand away from his cock, but being held there firmly in his grip. And then, with more thought. “No . . . No. Probably not. I do find it hard to decide what to write about. And when I do, it often comes out so naive.”

“You know what all of the successful men writers have that you’re lacking?” Kincaid whispered.

I remained silent, afraid of the answer. And my mind focused on my cock being held closely between Kincaid’s thighs and my hand on his throbbing cock.

“Bonding,” he continued. “That’s the success of my writing, Jaime. I write of the most important things—men bonding and taking on the elements together. I live on passion. I need passion for my writing. I can’t imagine that you are different. And I’m eternally grateful for all of the inspiration I get from bonding. And I am a giver. I help those who feed my avcılar escort needs.”

He let that sink in, as his thighs began massaging my cock, making it harden out, and his own tool lengthening and thickening between my fingers.

I was confused. And frightened. And aroused. I remembered that I had come out here with some sort of resolve, but I couldn’t quite focus on what I had resolved. His voice. His strong body. His very presence. His slow persistence. I was melting.

“Have you ever experienced someone’s lips on your manhood, Jamie? Have you ever experienced the passion of that? I have, and it has inspired my writing.”

“Uhhh . . . yes,” I had to admit. “Sure, there have been girls . . .”

“And no men, Jamie? No men? The level of passion and inspiration is entirely different, I assure you. No men?”

“No, of course . . . well, there was a fraternity party once last spring . . .”

“And the passion of it? The comparison of the girl and the boy?”

“Well, I was more than half drunk at the time. But as I recall . . .”

“Oh, no. You have to be fully there, Jamie. Fully there to make full use of the experience, of the inspiration. Here, let me show you.”

“I don’t know . . .” But before I could go further, Kincaid had turned me around in the water, facing him. He had crouched down in the water and my legs were hooked on his shoulders as he pulled my torso into his face. He was supporting me with hands on the small of my back and my shoulders and the back of my head were floating in the salt water of the lake while he gave me a cock teasing and deep-throating blow job like I’d never experienced before, not that I’d experienced much of anything like that before at all, of course.

He was right. I had known nothing like the feel of his lips and warm, moist mouth on my cock. I’d had no experience until this moment worth inspiring writing anything worthwhile. I had no passion. This was more passion than I’d ever felt before. Who was I kidding? Kincaid was the real writer. You had to go through what Kincaid had gone through to be a real writer.

I howled with passion and experience as I shot off all over his face, globs of my passion peppering his face. He laughed and deep-throated me and cleaned me off. And then he was standing in shallower water and forcing my head down to his cock and I gathered a whole new experience and a whole new sense of passion. He was mine, centered on me. Giving himself to me. The famous novelist. The man who could be my mentor. Having passion for me. Moaning and sighing because of what I was doing. Stroking himself inside my mouth, ever deeper, ever more vigorously. Crying his own passion as he jacked off down my throat. Centering himself entirely on me. Giving me his all.

He was crouched in the water then, drawing me into his lap, whispering to me of male bonding of wanting to be my mentor, to help give me the experience and the passion I needed to become a first-class writer. He had his bulbous mushroom cap at my rim, and I was grunting and groaning, letting him know I didn’t do this sort of thing, that I’d never done this before, that it hurt.

“Experience is pain,” he was whispering in that persuasive voice of his. “Passion is pain. The only good writing comes from pain.” If I wanted him to be my mentor, we simply had to bond. We had to become as one, to move as one, to share experience and passion. Is that what I wanted?

“Yes, oh yes.”

Beyond pain was paradise. Passion and paradise and inspiration. Did I want that?

“Yes?”

Did I want to seize it like a man or work slowly into it, taking the risk of being denied the prize by not seizing the moment, not taking the risk? Did I trust him, love him? Or did I want to second guess my actions every step of the way? Grasp the golden ring or take my lesser chances of relative safety and uncertainty?

“I want it all. Now,” I cried in my own world of ecstasy. Grab for that golden ring. Fame, fortune.

“More pain at first but then more pleasure, deeper passion, richer inspiration,” he was breathing in my ear.

“Richer inspiration,” I cried.

And his cock centered on my hole now, he thrust up violently, strongly as he forced my hips down hard. I screamed and writhed and cursed and cried. He started pumping immediately, fast and furiously. My cries of pain and frustration were turning to passion and new heights of ecstasy. He was laughing and yelling out his joy, his victory. The slushing of the lake water inside my passage was operating as a lubricant and increasing the wave sensation of the fuck. He was making animal sounds, groaning and grunting and moaning and speaking rapidly, telling me of the deepness of male alanya escort bonding in this way, of his love and passion for me. Forever and ever, til the end of time, as if there was no tomorrow.

I arched my back to him and presented my face so that he could take my lips in his and tongue-fuck my mouth. I was lost in love for him. His now for whatever else he wanted to do—as he flowed inside me in three great bursts of virility.

As we rode back up to the camp, he was telling me of plateaus in male bonding and that he couldn’t be sure of my commitment without my showing complete trust in him, my willingness to follow his every lead as he worked on developing my writing. To show that I was willing to be dominated by his will, by his knowing what was best for me.

To prove myself fully his to form, I let him strip me and turn me on my belly on the leather seat of a saddle laid out between and in front of the cottonwood trees. Leather straps ending in metal stirrups were strung out on either side toward a cottonwood tree, and lengths of ropes were tied on each of the stirrups and then wound round a tree and tied at the other end around each of my wrists so that I was held there on the saddle, not going anywhere, denied the use of my hands. Open to him. All of my trust in him.

And then a towering, naked mentor crouched down behind and above me, his thighs encasing mine, and he thrust his cock into my puckered, tilted-up hole and rode me hard to a second ultimate bonding experience. Then he turned me on my back so that my hips were raised up onto the saddle. I particularly felt the bond of this third merging of our bodies, because I could see his eyes. I could see how much he loved me in his eyes. I could see the honesty of all that he wrote and believed about the ultimate goodness of male bonding.

That night I slept in his arms, on a blanket, under the stars, and he side-split me from behind once, twice, three times during that long darkness while I listened to the racing of the water in the stream and the wind whistling through the tops of the cottonwood, suddenly full of experience, inspiration, and passion I’d never even imagined before. His manhooded domination was complete. His cock a veritable battering ram, plowing me hard, caressing the inner walls of my passage, shooting off again and again, slathering me in buckets of his virile juices. J. Harvey Kincaid. My mentor. The man who would bring me to the age of mature, experienced, passion-filled writing. The secret of male bonding. Repeated, deep male bonding.

I woke to the sound of the gunshot in the darkness. The fire had gone out long ago. I was alone on the blanket. I stumbled around until I found him, lying beside the racing stream, a smile on his face. The mentor gone, the experience not to be undone. the passion in question. Inspiration surely there, but perhaps never dared to be inked on paper.

I don’t know why but a deep suspicion, almost a realization, hit me at that very moment, as I looked down at Kincaid’s face, smiling a very self-pleased smile in death. The relevance not very clear but also crystal clear. When my grandfather had died, everyone said it was an accident. In fact, they said it was a accident so often and so distinctly and so loudly that just the saying of it contained the seed of doubting it. He knew the Colorado mountains. He knew you didn’t try to drive over Rabbit Ears pass in January in a snowstorm. He knew. But that’s what he had tried. Right after one of his hunting trips with Kincaid.

I was careful in handing the shotgun. There were going to be suspicions enough in any event. Motive just below the surface, begging to be set free, hidden, but there in plain sight for any damn fool with half a brain to see.

When I had reached the ranch, the deflated body of Kincaid, devoid now of all of its mesmerizing presence and power—its malicious soul—slung unceremoniously over his horse, I heard immediately that my dad had returned from Laramie and also that the sheriff had been called up from Hayden. I didn’t want to face my dad; I was much more willing to face the sheriff. So I hid until I saw the police cruiser nose through the log gate up the road. In the end, I was saved any suspicion. While the sheriff was driving down from Hayden, he’d gotten a call that Kincaid had left a suicide note at his home in Jackson. He had terminal cancer and considered a slow death unmanly.

That left my dad. I knew he’d ask what happened between me and Kincaid up in the mountains, and I was fully prepared to tell him that nothing had happened, that Kincaid had been withdrawn into himself the entire time and hardly spoke to me at all the whole three days. There was no one to dispute me, and I saw no reason to indulge Kincaid’s last, intentional, I was sure, little victory over the Raven family.

Now there only remained the damning photograph. But I couldn’t find it. When I went to Kincaid’s room to search for and destroy it, all of his things had been cleared out already and sent down to Hayden with his body.

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He hadn’t wanted to come to this conference, but when he saw the hotel they had booked for the event he started to change his mind.

When the bellboy opened the door for him and they walked in the room he had to force himself not to gape. As far as he was concerned it was a palace. There was almost too much space for one person. He felt guilty about the expense and reminded himself that it was the university’s bill, not his.

The bellhop was chattering on about all of the luxury features of the establishment. He didn’t pay a whole lot of attention until a phrase caught his ear.

“And if you want to keep in shape, there’s our state-of-the-art fitness center, complete with sauna. Great place to relax and unwind after a workout.”

“Sounds good,” he replied. He made a mental note to check it out.

After he’d tipped the bellboy and ushered him out he flopped onto the bed with a sigh of relief. There wasn’t going to be much to do until tomorrow, when he was to give his presentation. He’d already had dinner.

He ought to call his wife. He knew that conversation could easily turn into a half hour, though, and he just wasn’t up to it. She’d probably already left a message on his cell phone, which he’d deliberately turned off. He’d give her a quick call in the morning, when he’d have an honest reason to cut things short.

It would be easy to spend the rest of the evening vegging out, looking at the TV. But something in him couldn’t get what the bellhop had told him out of his mind. Work and travel had knocked him off his regular exercise routine and he should try and get back on.

Before he got too sleepy and lazy to move he willed himself off the bed. He peeled off his street clothes and reached into his carry-on for his workout gear. Dressed in t-shirt, jock and nylon shorts, he put on his Nikes and headed to the elevator.

The fitness center was on the second floor. He opened the door and saw that the corridor straight ahead of him led to the pool. To the right were the men’s and women’s locker rooms. The exercise room was on his left.

It wasn’t quite as large as he had thought it might be, but it was clean and well lit, with a nice assortment of treadmills, stairmasters and weight machines. A TV screen on one wall was playing a sports channel with the sound turned off. He decided to have a go at the treadmill-cardio was a priority after days of inactivity and plane rides.

It took a minute or two to get the speed and intensity adjusted to his liking, but pretty soon he was jogging at a good pace. It felt good to be moving. He touched a button and jacked it up a notch, fast enough that he really had to concentrate on keeping up. Soon he was panting and sweat was running off his brow and into his eyes, making him wish he had a headband.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw that someone else had come into the exercise room, an older man who was working one of the weight machines. At last he put the treadmill into cool-down mode and slowed to a walking pace. He pulled his t-shirt up and wiped his dripping face.

“How is it?”

He looked up, startled. The other man had stopped lifting and was sitting up, looking at him. He had silvery hair and a neatly trimmed beard of the same color that set off a pair of twinkling blue eyes. His chest and shoulders filled out the t-shirt he was wearing in a way that wasn’t common in men his age.

“You mean this machine? Fine, I guess.”

“Looks like you had a good run.” “Yeah…yeah, I guess I did.” He was a little unnerved that this stranger was so intent on conversation.

“I might try that thing myself.”

“I’m done. Be my guest,” he said. All he wanted to do was get out of there and back to safe solitude.

The other man didn’t seem to notice his discomfiture. “Nice talking to you,” he said, standing up and extending his hand. “I’m Al.”

There wasn’t anything he could do except take it and say his name. “Doug. Listen, I’m going to hit the showers. I’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

The other man smiled slightly, as if to acknowledge the brush-off. “Take care.”

Relieved, he picked up a towel from the stack by the entrance and headed into the men’s locker room. As he stripped off his sweaty gear and wrapped the towel around his waist he wondered what had gotten into him. The man after all had been perfectly pleasant. Nice body too, for an older guy. He’d especially admired Al’s muscled legs, the thighs filling out the legs of his nylon gym shorts, the bulge between them…

Doug shook his head. Men weren’t supposed to notice things like that about other men. He stalked off toward the showers. The marbled bathroom had sinks, urinals and toilets at one end. At the other were two private shower stalls next to a frosted glass door that led into the sauna.

He opened the door to the first stall. It was divided into two spaces, the shower stall and a dressing area with a hook on the wall and bench beneath. He left his towel on the bench and sarıyer escort stepped into the shower, turning on a blast of cold water. It made him gasp and his heart race. He could feel his cock shrinking. After a while he added some hot water, soaped up and rinsed.

As he dried himself off he found he didn’t want to get dressed and leave just yet. It had been a long time since he’d had a sauna. The heat would get him relaxed so he could get a good night’s sleep.

The sauna was tiny, the box of hot rocks in one corner taking up a lot of space, two sets of benches along one wall barely long enough for two to sit side by side. Doug sat on the lower bench, away from the door. He stretched his arms out, leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting his mind drift.

He opened them again just as a shadow passed in front of the frosted glass of the sauna door. A moment later he heard the sound of rushing water. Al must have finished his workout.

Doug sat and listened, hardly noticing that he was hoping Al would join him.

The shower stopped and there was silence. Doug held his breath, straining to hear. The shadow passed by the door again, without stopping. Doug’s shoulders sagged. He closed his eyes again and leaned back, expelling his breath in a sigh.

He started up as the door opened, letting in a blast of cooler air.

“Hello again,” Al said, standing in the doorway naked, holding a towel. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.” It would be nice to chat more with this pleasant stranger.

Al climbed onto the bench and sat on the upper board, so that his left leg was next to Doug’s right shoulder. He spread the towel loosely on his lap and leaned forward, elbows on his thighs.

“So did you do the treadmill?” Doug asked.

Al looked up and smiled. “Yep. Not for long, though. I’m pretty beat. Long plane ride today. I take it you’re here for the conference too?”

Doug nodded. “I’m presenting a paper tomorrow. I should be going over it right now, but obviously I’m not.” He laughed. “Playing hooky.”

His companion smiled. “We should all do more of that.”

“Not if you’re junior faculty coming up for tenure.” Doug caught himself, a bit embarrassed. “I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve had to worry about that.”

Al shrugged. “I see it from the other side now.”

“So you’re a chair?”

“Dean.”

“Well,” Doug said, only half joking. “I’m honored that you’re even talking to me.”

Al snorted. “I’m not one of those. You know, most of us want to help. We want you to do well.” He leaned his head back against the wall. “Don’t worry about that now. Relax and enjoy.”

Doug closed his eyes and tried to take his advice. At that moment he noticed that Al’s leg was barely touching his shoulder. He stiffened and was about to shift his body away, but something stopped him. Instead he remained where he was, and leaned very slightly to the right. In another moment he felt Al’s leg shift in response. Now there was no doubt that it was pressing against him.

His heart was pounding with excitement and the sweat trickling off of him wasn’t just from the heat of the sauna. Without looking up Doug slowly raised his right hand and ran his fingers up and down Al’s calf, feeling the hard muscle.

The pressure from Al’s leg increased, and Doug felt the other man’s hand on his shoulder. Al moved his fingers gently, massaging the deltoid. Doug’s head fell back and his mouth opened as he enjoyed the touch of another man, the first in a long time.

Abruptly the massage stopped. Al stepped swiftly off the bench and pulled open the door of the sauna. Doug’s heart sank until he saw the shadowy figure pause on the other side of the frosted glass. Al held his towel as he stood in profile, stroking his hardening cock.

Doug’s own cock leaped in response. The silhouette disappeared. The next moment one of the showers started running.

He had to make his move and fast. The next second he was out of the sauna, the air cold against his bare skin. Doug pulled open the door of the shower stall. A blast of steam and the sound of rushing water surrounded his senses. Ahead he saw Al, standing under the spray, turn and smile, beckoning with one hand.

Feeling like he was in a dream Doug moved slowly forward. Al left the shower and came toward him. He stiffened, not knowing what to expect. The other man smiled and pulled his towel off, tossing it onto the bench. “You won’t be needing this,” Al said. He took Doug’s hand and led him gently into the shower stall.

Al stepped back under the spray. In the small space under the showerhead there was no way their bodies could avoid touching. Doug shivered as the other man’s arms went around him and pulled him close. He sighed, closed his eyes and let his body sag against Al’s.

Then he felt Al’s lips press against his own. He started and pulled away as his eyes flew open. He shook his head. “Not here,” he said.

For a moment Al looked hurt, then nodded. sefaköy escort “You’re right,” he said. He stroked Doug’s arm. “You’re the best looking guy I’ve run into in a long time,” he said. “Come to my room?”

The water pelted their bodies as Doug stood still, thinking. He was a happily married man. Or was he? Happily married men didn’t avoid calling their wives on trips. They didn’t go to the gym hoping to run into another lone man. They didn’t get in a single shower stall naked with another man. And their cocks didn’t get hard as rock when they thought about going to a stranger’s hotel room.

“Okay.”

Al’s smile was so sweet and genuine that Doug felt a tug in his throat. “Great. I’ll go first. I’m in Room 546. Can you remember that?”

Doug nodded.

“I’ll see you there. Don’t bother to change. Just come soon, okay? Promise?”

There was no way to resist the urgency in Al’s eyes. “Promise.”

Ten minutes later Doug stood before Room 546 in his clammy gym clothes. He was shivering, still damp from the shower. His heart was in his mouth as he knocked on the door.

The door swung open into the dimly lit, spacious hotel room, even more luxurious than his. Al was nowhere to be seen. As Doug entered he saw why-his friend was concealing himself behind the door, stark naked. Doug’s eyes widened at the sight of Al’s erect cock, the shaft straight, roped with veins and capped with a flaring, darker head.

The hotel room door fell shut with a thunk. There was no turning back.

Al smiled. “Welcome,” he said. Before Doug could reply Al was on his knees before him, tugging at the waistband of his shorts, pulling Doug’s already half-erect cock out of the damp pouch of his jockstrap.

“Sweet,” Al murmured, and Doug gasped as hot slippery pleasure engulfed his organ. It quickly became steel hard as Al slid back and forth along the shaft, taking him down to the root, pressing into his pubes until he gagged. Ropes of spit leaked out of the corners of his mouth, dropping onto the carpet.

Doug’s brain was in total shock, unable to comprehend anything except the moment. Soon the sparks darting up from his loins began to gather themselves into a larger fire. He felt the explosion coming and was helpless to stop it-didn’t want to stop it.

“Oh God,” he gasped, “I’m going to cum.”

“Mm hmm,” Al said, his mouth stuffed with cock. He slid back and forth even faster as Doug reached the point of no return. He threw his head back, letting out strangled grunts, struggling not to make too much noise as he unloaded spurt after spurt into Al’s mouth. His hands tightened around Al’s head in a convulsive spasm. Dimly through the stunning force of his orgasm he noted with wonder that Al hadn’t let go-he was swallowing every drop.

Finally Doug’s balls were drained and his breathing began to slow. He released his grip on his partner. Al let Doug’s softening organ slip out of his mouth, taking a few last licks at the head. He kissed Doug’s thighs and looked up with watery eyes, smiling.

“Very nice. Thank you.”

Doug suddenly felt weak. He dropped to one knee, head hanging, taking deep breaths. He felt Al’s hand on his shoulder.

“Are you all right?”

He looked up into his new friend’s anxious eyes and tried to reassure him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just took a lot out of me.”

Al chuckled. “I’ll say it did. Felt like I drank a quart. Sorry I wasn’t very sociable, but you got me so hot in that sauna. I couldn’t wait.”

Doug didn’t reply.

“Seriously, are you okay?”

He looked up again, startled. Al’s look was knowing, but sympathetic.

“You don’t do this all the time. In fact I bet you haven’t done this in a long while, if ever.”

A beat, then Doug nodded.

“I’ve had guys who pulled their pants up and left without a word. One even punched me out. You’re not going to do that, are you?”

“No.” He felt a little indignant at the thought.

Al smiled. “I’m glad. You want to sit a bit, have something to drink? I have a great mini-bar.”

“But you didn’t-” Doug hesitated.

Al got to his feet. “No big deal. Maybe later.”

Doug stood up and started to adjust his clothes. They were damp and uncomfortable. The room was warm, and on impulse he bent and pulled his shoes off, then the rest of what he was wearing. When he was naked he looked up. Al had fished two bottles of beer out of the mini-bar and was standing, holding them. He smiled.

“Come sit.”

They faced each other in two armchairs on which Al had spread towels, and drank their beers, not saying much. Doug swallowed his brew and leaned his head back. The tightness inside him that been there all day was gone.

“Feeling better?” Al asked.

“Yeah. Much.” Doug opened his eyes. “Thanks.”

Al smiled. “Don’t mention it. I always aim to please.”

Doug chuckled. “You’re not like most deans I know.”

“I’m not a dean tonight. Only a man.”

Al’s eyes were half-closed. His seyrantepe escort pupils glinted in the dim light. They were looking straight into Doug’s. He sat sprawled in the armchair, his legs apart. His soft cock hung down between his balls, heavy in their sack. Al’s pubic hair was light brown flecked with gray, sparse and pale on his lower belly.

He reached down and gave his flaccid organ a squeeze. Doug felt his breath quicken.

“What are you thinking?” Al asked.

The answer rose to his lips without conscious thought. “I want to suck your cock.”

A smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Again Doug had that dreamlike feeling he’d experienced in the shower. He slowly moved to where Al was sitting and dropped to his knees in front of him. He put his forearms on Al’s warm thighs and looked up. The other man raised his brows playfully.

“So far, so good,” Al said. Doug laughed, surprised and grateful. He took Al’s cock in hand, inspecting the dark pink head, the neat circumcision scar, the paler, veined shaft that curved a bit to one side. Gathering all his courage he leaned forward, closing his eyes and opening his mouth. He felt the heat rising from Al’s crotch, caught a whiff of cologne and male scent mixed. He closed his mouth very gently around the head and took the cock down his throat. As he slid slowly back and forth he heard Al’s quick intake of breath.

“Mm, nice.” A hand gripped the back of his neck. Doug tasted salt and knew that precum was flowing from Al’s cock. It had grown steely hard and much bigger. In fact his mouth was starting to ache from trying to stay open wide enough not to scrape it with his teeth. He let it slip out and licked at the head and down the shaft.

“Oh, baby,” Al breathed. Doug took him back in with renewed vigor. With a shock he realized he was enjoying this. “Cocksucker” was just about the worst thing you could call a man, but that’s what he was doing and liking it. He bobbed his head vigorously back and forth, then lunged forward, taking as much of Al’s cock as he could, until his nose was pressed into the other man’s pubic bone. He gagged as the head cut off his breathing and surfaced, gasping for air, tears starting from his eyes. His own cock jutted from his crotch.

Al caressed his cheek with his hand. “Damn, you are good,” he said, smiling. “Come here.” He lifted Doug up as he bent downward and put his lips to the other man’s. This time Doug didn’t recoil. Al’s lips and tongue were soft and sensual, his breath scented with alcohol, his beard scratchy on his cheeks and chin. Every touch made Doug more aroused. He didn’t want this to end, ever.

“Get on the bed,” Al whispered. Doug stood and went to the king-sized bed. When he lay on his back Al gestured to him.

“Turn over on your stomach. Spread your legs.”

Doug obeyed, a bit nervous. He felt Al climb onto the mattress behind him and between his legs. The next moment he felt a soft wetness tickle his butt. Al’s tongue found the crack and slid downward as his hands pulled Doug’s cheeks apart. The next moment Doug moaned as Al’s tongue darted and flicked into his exposed asshole.

Al burrowed deeper, pushing his entire mouth against the opening, bathing it with his spit, shoving his tongue in as far as he could. His beard scratched the sensitive area behind Doug’s balls. By now Doug was whimpering into the bedspread. The sensation was indescribable, even better than the blowjob he’d gotten.

Finally Al came up for air. “Mm, sweet ass.” A pause. “I’d love to fuck you.”

Doug wheeled his head around, startled.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got protection,” Al said.

“It’s not that. I’ve never done that.”

“Oh.” A pause. “You want to try?”

Doug thought. The idea scared and thrilled him at the same time. He wanted to know what it was like, to be used and ravaged by another man’s hard dick. When would he get another chance?

“Go slow, okay?”

Al smiled. “I will. I want you to like it too.”

He got up and disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned his erection was hooded with a rubber and he carried a small squeeze bottle.

A while later Al lay on his back on the bed, one hand gripping Doug’s arm as he knelt straddling his body, the other pointing his cock up at Doug’s greased hole.

“Just push out as you sit on it.” Al smiled up into Doug’s eyes. “You’re doing great. Ready?”

Doug nodded, his breathing tight and shallow. His heart was pounding with fear and excitement. Al had been honest and told him it might hurt a little. How much? He was a man, he could take it. He bent his knees and slowly began to let his weight down.

He felt the blunt head of Al’s latex-covered cock press harder and harder against his resisting ring. Then he gasped as he felt it breach the barrier. Before he knew it the head was inside him and his anus had closed around it, clamping shut. Pain shot through him as muscles not used to the invasion protested.

“Shit! I’ve got to stop!”

“Shh. It’s okay.”

“No. Please. I don’t want to-“

Suddenly Al’s hands grabbed Doug’s arms, holding him down as he tried to rise. “Doug. Do you trust me?”

Silence. Doug looked down into Al’s eyes, steely with authority. He nodded.

“Relax. It’ll get better. I promise I won’t go any further. Breathe.”

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A round of applause went through the room accompanied by some cheering. It seemed I had done well as Masters’ pig.

As I squatted, completely spent, with my ass pussy completely filled by the huge barrel, filled with nearly 2lbs of rubber, not just stretching my actual pussy but also my insides. My lips still covered in cum and piss, I was still involuntarily suckling on the cock gag in my mouth as though it were the most natural thing for me to do.

My tits huge and swollen and tipped with very, very large nipples, matched only in obscene glory, by my cum filled distended belly hanging over and hiding my clit/ cock head from my view, it was swollen to its maximum size, fighting to break out of the metal bars of its cage.

My eyes staring out from the pig mask still breathing in huge hits of poppers with every single breath I took,

I was a sight to behold, a truly, broken but trained pig. No longer thinking of any pain in my clit, tits or pussy just of pleasing Master S and the men he put in front of me.

In fact the thought that passed through my pig addled brain was now only that I was thirsty for piss. Shame I didn’t realise that with everything that had been said, I need not have worried about getting enough piss to drink. I really, really, shouldn’t have worried about that.

Steve unshackled my wrists and began to help me up. This was easier said than done, I slipped in the slime of cum and piss and was barely able to stand up with my legs so stiff after kneeling shackled for the session of cock sucking and cum eating. Steve got me to my feet slowly and massaged my legs to get the blood flowing again.

It was then, I realised fully the size and impact of the Man in a Barrel, I could no longer stand with my feet any closer than 2 feet apart the base of the plug was huge and forced a strange bow legged waddle from me. When I had been squatting with my legs wide apart it was far less noticeable, but now the actual pain in my pussy throbbed into my mind. I did what all pigs do at such a time, I took in more poppers.

As the guys filed out of the room, Steve helped me down from the tray.

“Steve you know what to do to get him ready for his yellow and gray hankies? Oh and include the recycling option?”

“Yes Master S, no problem I will go and prepare him, you want him in the middle stall Master?”

“Yes I think so, that has the best view from both sides and the point of view camera next to where his head will be too. I do want him entirely encased though, tight black latex, the full suit, hood, gloves, the whole nine yards.”

“Oh and have him astride the Sybian, that’ll start the process of him earning his pink hanky too” Master S smiled his most wicked smile at this point.

Steve attached a leash to my cock cage and led me forward with a gentle tug. For the first time for 5 or 6 hours I was completely aware of my clit and the pain from it. In my heart of hearts though I knew I deserved this, this treatment was what I was meant for, this was my place. Master S had freed my mind to be a true pig.

I was led back to the preparation room and Steve opened the door and told me to sit in a chair to the left of the door. I waddled over and ever so gingerly lowered my pained body down so as not to push the massive plug any deeper. The major problem of this plug though was that the base, as well as being 3.25 inches in diameter it is at least 2 inches deep, just the base.

So from where my ass pussy was clenching onto the snap back of the plug, a thick 2 inches of Rubber was hitting the chair before my butt touched it, then pushing upwards. So sitting on a chair was going to be pushing the huge plug in deeper and deeper, stretching my ass hole and putting more pressure making it almost open wide enough to retake the barrel.

As I set all my weight onto the plug, I felt like the entire thing was re-fucking me forcing my ass pussy to reopen to the widest it had ever been when the plug went in. All I could do was breathe in as heavily as possible and top up my slut juice levels.

Steve collected a range of black latex clothes from the cupboards and brought them over to where I was with a large bottle of talc. He then pulled out the breathing tubes from my nose and removed the pig mask.

“Don’t worry slut we’ll get more juice going into you soon.”

“Time to get you dressed as a beautiful shiny black latex, urinal slut, I think you’ll look fabulous in this. Now time to put the suit on first.”

Steve used the talc on my smooth legs and started to pull the stockings of a full rubber suit onto my feet and up my legs, he then had me stand and pulled it up to my hips. My arms were next as the suit came over my shoulders and he zipped the front up.

The rubber was not the thin sort, but much more heavy duty, once he zipped the it over my distended belly I realised that the stomach was even designed for a big belly. It was the only part that wasn’t tight as though allowing room for my stomach to grow even more.

My new full tits were straining mecidiyeköy escort the rubber and filling both the bra inserts in the suit and the nipple shapes built into the suit. If anyone wanted to tweak a nipple or clamp it, that would be easy.

Steve then pulled a full face hood over, with eye, nostril holes and a mouth hole. As the hood went over he had to hitch the whole suit up ramming the Man plug deeper into me and then holding it in tight. I was overwhelmed by the claustrophobia of being enclosed completely and the sheer hugeness of the mass inside my pig pussy.

Then a little relief as he unzipped a separate zip from my belly button to the small of my back, releasing the plug a little, much to my relief and also I realized giving him access to my clit and ass.

Steve then sat me down heavily on the chair forcefully fucking me with the plug once again, the relief only having lasted a few seconds as the base of the plug almost penetrated me.

He fitted heavy rubber mittens to my hands locking them in place with padlocks.

Then he started to fiddle with my clit, removing the sound first, oh what a feeling as that came out. I hoped against hope that it wasn’t going straight back in.

Almost reading my piggie mind Steve said “Now you can enjoy not having anything in your piss hole for a few minutes, before the Foley goes back in” shit that was what Master S meant by the recycling function.

“So to just explain slut, in case you haven’t thought through the implications in your current state. The Foley catheter will be inside your bladder letting every last drop of piss that enters your bladder flow straight out and into your piss craving mouth. You’ll have an ever increasing amount of piss to recirculate through your system as a perfectly self-contained urinal.”

As he told me this he had removed the clit cage and with the range of drugs in my system which had had my clit desperate to be an erect cock again, I was rapidly becoming hard.

Steve smiled looking straight into my eyes, “By the end of this session you will be so full of piss, that the rubber suit you are wearing will be tightly stretched over your belly, full of cum from the last film and then so much piss on top of that.”

“You’ll be installed in the gay night club toilets next door and be there for all to use. It’s now 3.45am and you’ll be working through until the early morning. This is the heaviest period of use in the club a lot of drunk and horny people, desperate for release of one sort or another, you’ll be well worked pig.”

The pain as my cock regrew was intense, as was the wave of pleasure that swept over me. The foreskin was still held back by the size of the swollen head. Steve started to work my cock hard and I knew it was milking time again.

He stroked me hard, and with my pussy clenching onto the plug deep inside me, I came very hard and quickly into his hand. He smiled and then dipped the index finger of the other hand in my cum and proceeded to smear it around the inside of my nostril, pushing as much cum in as he could, first in one nostril then the other.

I didn’t understand what was happening, until I breathed in and the absolute essence of cum filled my airways.

“You see slut, just when you though we couldn’t give you a more intense cum experience, now you’ll smell cum for the whole time your drinking piss.”

Steve then raised his cum covered hand to my mouth and said nothing, simply looking expectantly.

In my current pig state I simply rocked forward and sucked his fingers clean.

“That was the action of a truly trained pig, well done.” He said it with real pride at the way I was embracing my degradation no longer fighting it in any way.

He then put new latex gloves on, opened a new Foley catheter and repeated the insertion of earlier into my softening clit. The internal bag was then inflated with saline and I saw liquid starting to run through the tube filling it with a deeply coloured, cloudy piss. Once the piss had filled the tube he closed the valve to ensure that he didn’t lose a drop.

Steve pulled me to my feet again with the wide legged stance and my cock hardening by the second despite the Foley, my cock standing to attention with the catheter going up almost vertically. I looked at the golden tube and longed for a taste.

Steve then refitted the posture collar and clipped the mittens to it again raising my tits painfully, making the nipples rub on the inside of the latex.

“Time to go to the club now slut, we have a back entrance we can go through, you might get a crowd around you if we took you into the street in this state. But first we need you shiny like a true latex urinal.”

Steve sprayed a can all over my latex clad body and then buffed it to a high sheen with a cloth, paying particular attention to my tits, belly and working my nipples so much that I groaned “Ohhhhhh fuck I love that”

“I know slut, I know you love it, but just wait for the Sybian, you were born for that, pendik escort I’m almost jealous.” He sounded genuine in that, but I was too far gone to tell.

He picked up the urinal gag and fixed the cock tube into my mouth and the urinal gag to my chin, fastening it tightly to ensure a good seal. Once that was fixed he took the end of the tube coming from the catheter and fastened it into a hole at the side of the urinal gag.

He smiled that smile again and said “Thirsty?”

I simply nodded and he opened the valve, the smell of piss and cum mixed together assailed my nostrils and I loved it. I started to suckle on the cock to make sure that the urinal didn’t overflow. The flow was constant and I kept drinking.

He took a rubber sleeve one inch wide and retracted my foreskin fully and stretched the sleeve around the base of my clit head, snapping the pop studs into place. Now the head of my clit was kept fully engorged and out in the open, the foreskin could no longer retract at all. If I could have seen how I looked I would have loved the extreme look with the catheter protruding and feeding me.

His final modification was to take a head harness again holding my two beloved bottles of poppers on the side of my head, both bottles with a black rubber tube coming from them into two nose plugs which he pushed firmly into my cum soaked nostrils and my slut juice began to flow again, making my ass pussy twitch.

He clipped the leash to the front of the posture collar and led me forward slowly, my wide legged stance making my erect cock sway from side to side as I waddled after him.

We walked the full length of the corridor in the opposite direction to the stage, even with the muffling effect of the rubber suit I could to feel the beat of the bass of the music in the club.

As he punched in the number and opened the door the volume was magnified as was the bass and heat. I was already starting to perspire and realised that being encased in rubber would be a very sweaty business again all I could think was that was appropriate for a real pig, to be encased in raunch.

Steve led me through the club and around the dance floor in what seemed an exhibition to the assembled raving dancers. So many heads turned our way and I figured I’d get a different viewpoint of many of the customers that morning.

Steve led me to the toilets, most of the cubicles without doors, others with glory holes in them, then onto the urinal stalls. All 6 of them standard white porcelain urinals, but with a place in the centre already prepared by some unknown helper for the addition of a 7th urinal. All the time I just kept on drinking my piss, although the flow was slowing.

There was a Sybian sex machine locked onto a plate on the floor to ensure it didn’t move. I recognized it from a number of film clips I’d seen of hands free orgasms for gay men. This one didn’t have a large dildo attachment on it so I wasn’t sure how that would work with me.

There were also various attachment points and a metal bar at what would presumably be my head height coming out of the wall with an attachment at the end which I presumed the back of my hood would be locked onto. I also could see cameras which would be all around my head height to record the action for the piss pig film for Master S.

“Now kneel down facing outward slut posiition yourself right over the middle of the Sybian.”

I carefully complied and straddled the Sybian with the plug just above the plate on the machine. Steve kneeling beside me started to pull the butt plug base and seemed to be screwing something into it.

He then, as I suspected he would, fastened the metal bar to the back of my posture collar keeping my head completely still. He then cuffed my mittens together behind my back, stretching my aching tits out hard in front of me.

The final adjustments of locking both my knees and ankles to the floor and I was absolutely immobilized, completely helpless. Sucking on a cock to get piss, feeling the sweat building inside my lovely latex prison and longing for some sort of sexual release now that my cock was released from its prison.

As always over the last 11 hours or so I should have been careful what I wished for. Very careful.

“Now slut, this will all feel ok at the moment, but make sure you breathe in a lot of slut juice, a queue of piss filled guys is building outside and they are desperate to release piss and no doubt some loads of cum into you lovely urinal gag. Pplease make sure you drink as fast as you can and get the recycling going well, Master S wants to see a sustainable urinal in use.”

“Sorry I should have said, I’m about to turn on the Sybian on a low setting, I have attached your Man in a barrel plug to the machine, which will vibrate the plug at up to 6500 rpm which by the way will fuck with your mind and ass pussy if we go that high. But the real fun is we can rotate the plug at 120 rpm, so 2 revolutions every second that will open you so beautifully, wide open and gaping, you’ll sancaktepe escort be begging to be fisted by Master S in the end.

I groaned, my worst fears coming to fruition, but as the pig I was now, I longed for Steve to turn it on. I drank my ever flowing piss, which was now just a dribble until my body reprocessed it again, I breathed in my slut juice, how bad could this be, I thought, I’m going to love this.

Then it happened, Steve turned on the vibration low and my ass pussy, prostate and balls began to be massaged and stimulated.

“One more thing slut, you will be able to orgasm with the Foley in, but your cum will be forced to remain in your scrotum. You’ll feel the complete orgasm but not the relief of release and then the stimulation will continue and take you back to orgasm. Now I know that sounds wonderful, but after the 10th dry orgasm, you’ll be begging for release from the urinal.” Steve chuckled as he said this.

Now breathe deeply and settle in for the ride of your life pig.

The vibrations were going through my entire body, even making my nipples vibrate against my latex prison. Then the door opened and a guy came staggering towards me, taking his cock out and draping it over the cup of the urinal gag and then letting his stream go, straight into my face, my eyes and nose, then most of it dribbling into the cup. I sucked eagerly trying to keep the level down on the piss.

My head was no longer in the game though, the Sybian was driving me mad, as the second guy came stroking his cock, I waited for his piss, but then I couldn’t believe how quickly the machine had me to the edge as the movement of the plug directly on my prostate took me over the edge of orgasm. I gasped out load but couldn’t move a single muscle as I came.

As Steve had said there was an intense orgasm but no feeling of release or satisfaction, just straight back on the train to stimulation town. Not being able to move as I came, was like being fastened in tightly by a seatbelt in a car as you sneezed, the whole body felt it, every single muscle tightened and spasmed.

The guy was still stroking and obviously enjoyed watching a pig orgasm as he added a good load of cum to my urinal gag. I was no longer concerned about the mixture of cum and piss, just thirstily sucked his load down. Then he waited until he softened and proceeded to piss for what seemed like an age, strong dehydrated piss, I gagged a little but just had to suck it down.

Master S then stood in front of me as I started to move inexorably closer to orgasm again.

“You look beautiful pig, a perfect orgasming urinal, your groans may result in you getting a lot of cum as well as piss, but we know you love that. So we’ll just make that beautiful pregnant belly of yours grow still further. I can’t wait to see how much you manage to take overall when we drain you in a few hours.”

“Moan if you want this to continue slut.”

There was no conscious thought, I simply did as I was told and moaned loudly and repeatedly into the gag.

“I thought so slut, that will sound wonderful on cam, people watching the video and seeing you in this most depraved situation, just moaning for more. Enjoy your rivers of piss, my little piss pig, oh and really revel in the Sybian, it will melt your brain after a few hours.”

“Steve start the rotating part, after his 5th orgasm please, break him down still further. God he’s some pig.”

Then there was a constant stream of guys, some still dancing as they pissed, missing with some of their precious amber nectar, others who simply directed their strong streams directly at my face to let them dribble and drip into the urinal gag and the odd one who put their cock straight at the bottom of the gag to force the liquid down the urinal as quickly as possible.

At first I saw them as guys with cocks giving me their piss. But then slowly but surely I began to feel like a urinal focussing on recycling, drinking as fast as I could to get the piss flowing back out of my bladder and back into my throat. The constant stream from my catheter was building and barely abated now, my whole system filled with piss, circulating.

But still they kept coming.

I approached my 5th dry orgasm and groaned as for the first time ever, I experienced a multiple orgasm, or what I presumed was one as the spasms just came in wave after wave of sensations. I’d never felt anything like it, my entire body, shaking but totally restrained. It seemed to last an age and left me breathless. Then with the Man in the barrel plug still vibrating on my prostate the inexorable climb up to orgasm began again.

At least that’s what I thought until Steve turned on the rotation too, whispering in my ear “Now to start the prep for your red flag, slut.”

The intensity as the plug rotated every second was immense, it took me to a new plane, hard to even concentrate on sucking the piss down, but if I slowed too much, Steve blocked my nose tubes so I had to swallow more quickly to get popper laced oxygen again.

I drank and drank, no doubt some of the piss laced with second hand drugs, not sure if that had any effect on me with the level of adrenaline, poppers and drugs already in my pig system. My entire mind was addled and I had no idea what was going on, I was simply on auto pig pilot, sucking, drinking and recycling.

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It had been weeks since I’d seen the Indian doctor. I’d been propositioned by my boss, a Swede fifteen years older than me. And, basking in the new world the doctor had opened up for me, I’d let him fuck me in his room and then on his boat off the beach in Phattaya, a seaside resort for the super rich Thai and expatriates not more than a two-hour drive from Bangkok. He was my boss. Boy, was he my boss. He made good use of the nylon rope on his boat to tie me up before he fucked me. He said he liked to control. I could have told him that from the way he ran the Bangkok branch of the business.

I’d never have laid down for him—I might not even have noticed that he was propositioning me—if I hadn’t had that initiation session with the Indian doctor. My boss had been surprised when I realized he was making leading comments and I responded in the same vein. His comments became more explicit and I followed him down that path. I realized he’d made overtures before but I’d never stayed with him in the spiral down to where I let him pull me into his hotel room in Phattaya and kiss me and then to feel me up.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since you took on this job. I thought you were playing hard to get.”

“I’m not hard to get,” I responded, on a high from my session with the Indian doctor. “Make it happen when no one knows about it, and I’ll lie under you.”

He moved me to the bed right there and then, pinning me down with a leg across my thigh. He had me unzipped and a hand on my cock. I would have let him fuck me there, but we heard voices in the hallway of my wife and children returning to the room next door, and I whispered, “I can’t. Not when my families right next door.”

“We’ll be quiet,” he said, covering my mouth with his hand. “I can’t wait. You’ve made me wait too long.”

And then he fucked me. He stripped my shorts and briefs off and his too. He was hard. He rolled over on top of me and did it quickly, still holding his hand over my mouth and pushing his knees under my buttocks to lift my ass too him. I struggled a bit and gave him some muffled groans as he worked his cock inside me, but I settled down while he moved in me, coming quickly. I’m not even sure if he’d gotten fully erect. He wasn’t as big inside me as the Indian doctor had been. But he’d done it. I’d let my boss get his cock inside me.

“Was that . . . was I OK?” I asked.

“It wasn’t you. I’ve been dreaming of it too long,” he said. He rolled over and sat beside me, saying, “I was anxious. I’ll do better next time. I’ve gotten my cock in you now, though. That’s a start.” So, we were of the same mind on that point. The hard part was done. We’d fucked and could fuck again. Just like that I’d been fucked by another man than the Indian doctor. I’d let him do it, and I was looking forward to the next time, hoping he was right, that he’d take longer with it, spend longer inside me, fuck me deeper the next time, be more of a lover than just a boss I was accommodating.

The next time came in a boat off the beach, later that day. While my wife and children built sand castles on the beach, he and I were in the well of his boat close enough that they were specks I could identify as mine. I sat on the bench in the fantail, my wrists tied together, and he crouched over me, with hands on the gunwales on either side of me. I sucked a slightly less than normal sized cock to a slightly larger than normal sized hard on. He was a hairy one, a strawberry blond.

When he was hard, he wishboned my legs, tying them off roughly with rope to the posts of the overhead canopy frame and crouched and fucked me head on. He masturbated me as he fucked. Both his proposition and his fucking were matter of fact, as if, as a male model, I should expect to receive the demand and to give the service. He even offered me money, which I turned down. For my part, I was grateful that the Indian doctor had opened my eyes to life in Bangkok and had prepared me for this.

I wondered if I should be shocked that I enjoyed both the fucking and the bondage.

When my boss asked me whether I liked it, I told him it was unusual but that I had never been fucked before I came to Bangkok. He chose to take that as meaning that he was the first and he backed off, saying he was sorry he had taken too much for granted—and that he wouldn’t do it again like that. That he wouldn’t bind me. We’d start again, with more conventional sex. I told him he was the boss—that if he wanted me again, he could fuck me again as long as we could be discreet about it. That put a gleam in his eye. It wasn’t the sort of boss I meant, but being the boss obviously was his turn on.

It was sort of awkward with my boss, though, not meltingly arousing. I realized that I probably needed more indoctrination by the Indian doctor. I had resolved not to go back to him, but my resolve was crumbling. I wanted sex with a man to be special if I took the risk of having sex with a man.

* * * *

I knew now that I liked men, but I was still struggling with myself. Before I saw the Indian doctor again, though, I had acquired maltepe escort a regular male lover—or dominating sex partner, if not lover—and I was on my way to promiscuity. He was a Thai general I met at on the courts of the Royal Military Academy on Wireless Road, near the American embassy. Tennis had always been my sport of choice and I was good at it. After a Saturday session on the academy courts when I beat the Thai general because no one on his staff would dare do so, he invited me to his apartment inside the academy for a drink. Several rounds of beer ended with him, no doubt in a pride adjustment maneuver, fucking me doggy style on the floor in front of his desk. He did it the first time because he had to equalize having lost at tennis and because, as a Thai general in a country then ruled by a junta of the generals, he could. And because, curious and revved up by the experience with the Indian doctor, I let him.

He took the simple approach, “I like the look of you. I know you have seen how I look at you and you look at me like you want to be under me. You have come to this office with me because you want me on top of you. Strip please and go down on all fours here on the floor. I will do you well.”

I stripped, went down on my hands and knees on the floor, and he did me well.

It was a straightforward fuck, done because he wanted to get it off and he was a general. It was for his sport and his exercise and his alone. I was just a good-looking, fit young American, providing a body and a hole for him to fill for his release and pleasure—an American who had beaten him at tennis and needed to accept who had the power here. That didn’t put me off. I didn’t risk showing how little expertise I had in coupling with a man. He took full control and took what he wanted. And he apparently was satisfied, because he did it again . . . and again in the coming months.

He did it well—very well indeed, holding and covering me close, eating me out before mounting me, but only long enough to open my hole for him. He always remained in firm control, and, when he mounted me, holding me steady so I didn’t even have to work at holding position, working his way in quickly and then moving in a steady, fast beat inside me, pulling groans and moans out of me and panting declarations of “Yes, do me like that,” which he, in great physical shape, gave me in vigorous thrusts. He didn’t do it because I took pleasure from it, though. It was about him and his pleasure—his sport, his exercise, his need to subjugate.

He didn’t take long with it, but when he came I was at the height of my satisfaction, being held tightly in place, trembling, moaning, whispering, “Yes, yes, yes,” as, fit and virile, his buried cock jerking and throbbing, he pumped me full of his cum. Drained dry, he pulled out, stood up from me, and slapped me on the buttocks.

“Was it . . . was I . . .?” I stammered, fearful.

“I like fucking America,” he said, with a laugh. and went to the showers.

I knew I’d been fucked. For the first time, I knew how it could be—beyond the Indian doctors indoctrination and my boss’s fumblings. I would remain there, on all fours, for a long moment, quaking and panting, the general’s cum dribbling down my inner thighs, and doing an inventory of the muscles of my body before risking rising, with a sigh of satisfaction. I had to wait until he was finished in the shower before I could go there, and he’d always be dressed and gone when I had dressed. There would be an orderly at the door to drive me wherever I wanted to go. He had been standing just outside of the door while the general was doggy fucking me, and I was a moaner, so he knew what had gone on in the room. I wondered if someday he too would ask to ride me—and if he did, I would have said yes; he was handsome and squared away—but I obviously was the property of the general and the soldier never asked.

He didn’t have to ask, though. After months of being the personal property of the general, he asked me whether the orderly aroused me, and I didn’t lie. By then I was well into the gay sex scene in Bangkok. He laughed, telling me that the orderly wanted me, and quipped, “I see no reason why I should be the only one getting to fuck America.”

After the general finished with me that day, he went to the showers, having let the orderly in. He fucked me on the desk. After that, the orderlies changed and sometimes there were more than one. But after the general had gotten his rocks off, he left the rest of us to it.

The general was a Thai-Chinese, taller than I was, solidly built, with a disciplined military build. He had a beautiful, muscular body, especially for his age. That aroused me—having a hard body. If what he did with me was what it usually was like, I was going to be happy being covered by men. It also led to a longstanding Saturday afternoon cool-down ritual after the tennis session I attended whenever I was in town.

I never stopped trying to beat him at tennis, though, and I usually did, which gave him an opportunity to bring me back down afterward. His cock was normal sized manavgat escort too, so thus far no one had taxed me any worse than the Indian doctor had done. The general fucked more forcefully on the days I beat him at tennis than he did on the days he won. And he, too, was surprised when I told him that he was one of my first, that I was a male model and not young, I hadn’t had a lot of experience. He admitted that he assumed I knew I’d be fucked the moment I agreed to go to his office with him. Again a lesson in Bangkok being Bangkok—and, I suppose, generals being generals.

He was very militaristic in his fucking. Fast in, engage and conquer, give no quarter, no dithering, fuck fuck, you shoot, I shoot, I win, fast out, take no prisoners, leaving you in defeat. The only satisfaction that the general required was his own.

At this time of my sexual development, that actually helped. I could pretend I was given no other choice. I could leave everything up to the general, and learn from what he did. He was a powerful man in Thailand—he must be if he was a general—and I was here on Thai sufferance. When he just took it from me, I could play like I wasn’t asking for it from him—that it was his right to take what he did.

For some time when I went with men, which I increasingly did, I found I used the Thai general as the standard I was looking for in a top.

* * * *

The next time I saw the Indian doctor, shockingly, was at a Parent Teachers Organization meeting in the auditorium-gymnasium of the Bangkok International School. My children were too young to be going to the school, but I was trying to become established in the international community here and I’d volunteered to be the school’s media spokesman—to do radio and TV commercials for them. I had been called forth to the microphone to be introduced and to say a few words on the school’s media marketing plan when I saw him—sitting in the front row.

People were being differential to him, patting him on the back and greeting him with smiles. He obviously was a fixture in the community. He saw me too, of course, but he was maintaining the typical Indian mystical inscrutability. However, afterward, as he was talking with various PTO board members and walking down the center aisle, he brushed by me and dropped a slip of paper in my lap. “Tuesday at 7:00 p.m.” it said in elegant script.

I had no intention of going to his apartment at 7:00 p.m. on Tuesday. That was my regular time at the gym—I had changed gyms after that first encounter with him. The new gym was not as good as the first one, though, and later, after I had resigned myself to the routine he and I slipped into, I returned to the original one. This was when I was able to observe his technique of seduction with my eyes wide open to who he was and what he did. I had been such a fool myself to have gone under his spell so easily and so completely—although I still didn’t know what “completely” meant with him.

At 7:00 p.m. the following Tuesday, I was standing at his apartment door, with the little Thai man peeking at me from behind the maid’s door curtain. I did not know it then, but what then transpired set a usually acted-out routine for the nearly year I remained under his spell in Bangkok.

The door opened and the Indian doctor greeted me as if he knew I’d come—and perhaps he did, although his words were more an admonishment.

“You haven’t called me,” he said.

“No,” I answered. “I’ve been confused. I wasn’t sure.”

“But you have been with other men since you were here.” It wasn’t a question. That was one of the aspects of him that had me mesmerized. He appeared to be all knowing.

“Yes.”

“With General Krit. And your boss at work.”

“Yes.”

“Anyone else?”

“No.”

“Come in. We will resume the training.”

In all likelihood he knew how mystical and total his control was over those he selected for special attention. He stood there, just with one of those ankle-length sarongs around his waist. He unknotted and dropped the sarong. His upcurved cock almost reached to his sternum, and I started to hyperventilate. He had a thick ring in the glans of the cock this time. It must be something he could insert upon whim. I didn’t know; I knew nothing of such things until he’d pulled me across the beaded curtain into an entirely new life. He put his hand on my arm and gently pulled me into the apartment and closed the door.

“Does my cock arouse you?” he asked as he shut the door.

“Yes.”

“Do you want it inside you?”

“Yes.”

“First the preparation. You will want the experience to be glorious.”

I felt like shrinking from him inside, but he knelt in front of me and slowly undressed me—the two of us standing only several paces inside his living room. I blushed when I heard his intake of breath when he discovered I’d worn no underwear. I had never before in my life gone out without underwear. I had no idea why I’d come here without any. But, then, yes, of course I knew why.

Kneeling in front of me, he took my hands in his far stronger marmaris escort ones and held them at my side while he began to suck my cock hard. My experience in this was so slight that he quickly had me panting. He continued sucking until my knees got weak and I collapsed on the floor. Following me to the floor and maintaining his grip on my hands and my cock in his mouth, he sucked me to a groaning ejaculation. He stood over me, looking down, and I saw that he was hard then, too. I moaned at the length of him, and how evilly it curved up—and at the thick ring in the glans. He hadn’t had a cock ring that last time I was with him, I didn’t think. Surely I would have noticed if he’d had one then.

He leaned over and gathered me in his arms, me draped in front him, with his arms under my knees and my chest, my arms and head draped down in recognition of how exhausting a perfect blow job could be. He was taller and more wiry than I was, but I was amazed at his ability to handle me like I was a baby. He was, I am sure, playing on the fetish he correctly perceived in me that I wanted to be controlled by an older daddy. At this point he understood this better than I did. Although I did subsequently fuck with young muscle men, it was the older, mastering men I gravitated to. I’m sure I have the Indian doctor to credit that to or blame for—along with everything else he trained me to do.

He carried me into his examining room and laid me down on my back on that raised, padded table he used both for massage and whatever examinations he gave as a doctor. All of the examinations he gave me on that table were well outside the usual practice of a doctor. There was a pillow wedge on the table that he positioned under the small of my back, to raise my pelvis to him. I mostly just dumbly watched his preparations, but at his direction by touching me, I raised my feet flat on the surface of the table and bent my knees and spread my legs. He moved around the table, pulling my arms down off the table at each side and securing my wrists to some sort of restraints. He brought restraints up from the sides and secured my ankles in place too. All of the time I laid there, watching and breathing hard—knowing he was going to fuck me now. I was both afraid and screaming inside for him to get on with it. He rubbed a salve into my hole, and I felt myself slacken down there.

He came up on the table between my thighs. His curved, hard, long cock jutted out over my belly and I shuddered and trembled in anticipation. When he’d first taken me, I had been drugged. It was all his decision, none of mine—at least that’s how I rationalized it, leaving out all of the process that had brought me into his apartment. This time I had come to him, knowing he was going to fully possess me. This was going to be an entirely different, more intense fuck than I had gotten from him before.

But it had become all his decision now too. I was restrained. I’m sure he realized that it was still important to me that I be controlled and that it be taken from me.

His torso hovered over me, the pulsating cock suspended between my trembling belly and his hard, lean, berry-brown chest. His hooded, jet-black eyes stared down into mine, trying to capture my attention and acquiescence—seeing in the look I gave back to him that he could do anything he wanted to me.

“I will be gentle again,” he murmured. “Maybe not as much as last time; we will progress to where your edge is—eventually. But no anesthetizing ointment. The ointment I used was just to open you to me. You will feel it all. You will love it, I promise.”

“Please,” I murmured.

“Please what?”

“Please do it. I want to learn. I want to learn . . . from you.”

How could I tell him that, because of him—what he had opened in me—I’d already been fucked by my boss and taken on a Thai sex partner? He knew I had, but not that I would not have if he hadn’t initiated me. But what he did sense was that what I’d now experience, while I was moved by the new experiences, hadn’t been enough. There was more for the Indian doctor to give me. I just didn’t realize then how much more.

I didn’t care about the ointment. Neither of the men who had fucked me since I last was here had used any magic ointment—I was amused that even under these circumstances he was using medical terms. And neither of them had been gentle with me, either.

“You are already a masterpiece, but I have so much to do with you. I think you will enjoy what we will begin with. We often will start with this. You will want to come. Let it flow. I can always make you come again.”

He placed the palm of his hands in the hollow of my shoulders on either side, holding me down with the weight of his suspended torso. I watched his cock dip away from my belly and then saw his torso arch back up and felt the head of his cock slide inside me—easily. But he only went in a short distance, searched for, and, assured by my lurch and grunt, found my prostate with the cock ring. He began to drag the ring across the prostate, again and again. I became animated for the first time—and I started to babble and to cry out. I burbled requests left and right at him, all of which he ignored. I pleaded with him to stop, begged him to continue; to fuck deep; to continue exactly what he was doing; to give me a moment’s rest. I used every dirty word I could think of to show him how closely I connected with what he was doing.

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I work as night foreman at a San Francisco warehouse operation. Sounds like a dumb job and in some ways it is. However, it’s easygoing and has its moments. . . plenty of moments.

I was 32 and just a year or so back from overseas–somewhat brain dead–so the easy pace gave me time to heal. It wasn’t rocket science. It was basic intelligence, initiative and attention to detail.

The man management, woman management, person management or whatever it’s currently PC to term it didn’t even require a top sergeant’s moxie to handle. A corporal could have done it if he’d had a sense of humor. A sense of humor was important.

Moments means moments on the night shift. That was when it all happened . . . 9:00 pm to 6:00 am four days a week (Monday to Thursday) with short breaks, although I had leeway on that. Sometimes the shifts changed a little but that was basically it. That suited me fine because I was working out a lot and taking time out to laze around, play music, go to the beach, walk in the woods and generally wait for the output of that witches cauldron in which the universe concocts people’s luck.

We basically drop-shipped goods for entrepreneurs who advertised weird and wondrous gadgets on TV – those do-anything kitchen knives, incredible garden hose caddies that made the hose disappear, magic implements that took all the effort out of weeding; gadgets that would build an incredible six-pack in six weeks; that sort of thing.

The employees who roamed the warehouse finding the stuff required to fill orders were basically kids. Some were late high school kids on summer jobs while others were college kids, not only in the summer but throughout the year. A kid taking 20 hours a week—afternoon classes only—could hack a 7pm to 3am shift and still get plenty of beer drinking, fucking and sleeping time.

The kids generally used roller skates to get around. They wore shorts and T-shirts. The median age, male and female, was about 19.5 years. They ranged from 18 to mid-20s. None of them was ugly. You needed to have initiative and moxie to take the job in the first place and you needed to be fit to hack it. Sure we had dweebs—too tall, too skinny—glasses too thick—but they weren’t ugly because we all had a lot of fun. If I didn’t keep them laughing their peers did. They were good kids. I had rarely had cause to fire anyone.

They were good kids but the males were virile and pumped and the females—while not actually wearing T-shirts sloganed “I’ve got wet panties; Can you help?” were amenable to affectionate embraces.

The owners were fairly benevolent. They didn’t micro-manage. The deal was simple. I had to:

? keep up with the order flow ? keep the employees happy ? keep casing the operation for ways of making the process smoother

Some nights the pace was fast and furious. If a charity was running a phone-in and offering free gifts for various pledged amounts we would be swamped with orders. The charity would negotiate a contract with the owners and then the goods would arrive and be off-loaded tactically so that they were easy to find.

Nights like that we humped and I drove them like slaves. However, I often donned skates myself and skated around with them, turning it into a contest. Hours would fly by and nobody complained other than good-naturedly.

Other nights the pace was slower; sometimes only a crawl. Those were the nights when the troops got horny and a foreman making his rounds might come across anything from strenuous jungle fucking way back among the farthest pallets, to guys jacking themselves or each other, to girls giving BJs or taking a little partay.

We had few rules aboard our little ship:

? show up on time and be clean (shower before work) ? no fucking, sucking or jacking in the warehouse proper; first offense—warning; second—suspension; third—hit the road ? no smoking or toking in the warehouse; first offence—firing or strong, explicit warning at the foreman’s option

The packing table was different. Goods arrived by hand or on a conveyor belt . . . were matched with orders, labelled and passed along. A second handler applied postage and a third made sure the goods were safely packed in postal bags—which he or she periodically moved to a loading bay. The US Postal Service showed up every four hours to take another load—not wind, nor rain, nor hail, nor too much dope.

Orders arrived by computer. There was a small computer section just behind the packing table—screened off by four foot partitions which allowed communication. The computer gurus printed out single-sheet orders with pre-gummed address labels on them and passed sheaves of them to the packing forelady. My night forelady was Maria—a single mother, 32 years old, always smiling, nicely-dressed, attractive, insatiable. Most of the rest of the packing line were women, ranging in age up to the 50s. My night line usually had six women plus the computer crew (2) and one guy to lug the mailbags to the loading dock.

Tonight was my last night of the week an I was looking to a three-day break—and keçiören escort even more to its potential for new sexual adventures. It was 3am and I decided to cruise the warehouse which I tried to do once an hour or so just to check that everything was cruising along as it should. One was never quite sure what one would find down in the far pallets – the slightly less well lit back of the warehouse where slower moving lines were stored.

I grabbed a clipboard and went out and down the stairs onto the floor. I asked Maria if she were a happy bunny. She grinned and said she could think of things that could make her even happier than she was. I asked her whether she was free on Monday—my last day off. Maria had more or less the same shift as me. Maria and I had dabbled but not taken things very far. I was looking forward to having time and a clear head to pursue Maria a little more cogently. She said she’d get back to me. She had my home number.

I wandered along the wall of the warehouse, steel cladding on my right, stacks of pallets on my left, looking for smoke, leaks, electrical sparks, lurkers, pilferage—more or less any sign of impending problems. I then began to weave among the pallet aisles just relaxing and taking everything in.

I was near the back of the warehouse and deep in pallet country when I heard giggling, murmuring, sounds I associated with connubiality. I padded toward the sounds and had to step back quickly when—rounding a corner—I saw two lads wrapped in intimate embrace. The taller of the two was Malcolm, a 21-year-old that I had hired a few weeks before. He was a slim, well set-up boy, good-looking; sexy.

His companion was (I groped to think) . . . oh yes . . . David! whom I had hired just three weeks ago, a 19-year-old who looked as though he were going on 16. He had an innocent adolescent look which I recalled had given me a visceral jolt when I interviewed him. There had been someone else in my office so the interview was more formal than I might have liked. I knew from his resume that he was fine employee material and the interview had been relatively perfunctory.

Now I saw David in a new light, kissing Malcolm fervently and groping inside his shorts. I erected almost instantly, almost stumbling from excitement; sweat breaking out in beads on my brow. Both boys had their stiff cocks out now and were masturbating each other, groaning, giggling, murmuring endearments and kissing. I was aching to drop my own shorts and masturbate on the spot. My boner cried out for attention.

I debated whether to silently masturbate and then leave well enough alone . . . or whether to announce myself as an ally and join the fun. Neither seemed a good idea for a foreman on duty so I waited a moment, stroking lightly through my shorts; enjoying a mild edging feeling.

They were really getting into it now. David had dropped to his knees and engulfed Malcolm’s thick penis with his sweet mouth. I had never seen a porno film that could mimic the excitement of this voyeuristic encounter. I would have given anything to have a videocam in hand. However, it also occurred to me that if I caught them in the act I might be able to structure a scenario that would bring the three of us together in the future.

It would have been cruel to just walk over and catch them in medias res. Better, I thought, to just give them time to cover up while letting them know that I knew. I was still resisting the temptation to whip it out and just energetically masturbate on the spot. My cock was throbbing but I thought better of it. Instead I dropped the clipboard to the floor to give them a heads up, picked it up and then strode round the corner of the pallet stack where I’d been hiding.

Malcolm looked at me open-mouthed and David simply looked stricken. I thought he was going to have a pediatric heart attack and that I would have his death on my conscience for the rest of my life.

I gave them what passed for a stern look and said “Malcolm!!! In my office at 4.45am; David! I want to see you at 5:45. Understood?”

Malcolm squawked “it’s not what you think,” I said: “yeah right” see you then and stalked off. I held the clipboard over my erection as I passed the girls on the packing line and walked up the stairs back to my office. It was just after 4:30.

Back in my office I took Malcolm’s file out of the cabinet and had a look at it. He had a photo in there which must have been taken when he was 16 or 17. It looked a little younger and a little less truculent than I knew him to be. It was straightforward . . . high school graduate with reasonable marks, a couple of summer jobs, a letter from his minister; possibly the only time he had entered a church in years. The usual stuff. I leafed through the jacket to see if there was anything of further interest but at that moment he knocked the door. I yelled “Come!” and he came in, stood a few feet away from my desk and looked at me challengingly. I said: “Sit down, Malcolm.”

Malcolm was 21, according to his jacket. No major criminal küçükçekmece escort convictions (well . . . no minor ones either). He sat not in one of the two straightback chairs in front of my desk but in an armchair a little to the side; an armchair that was too low for him and put him in a submissive position. He jiggled his knee up and down in that infuriating way that nervy people have and looked both defensive and truculent. Since his ass was barely six inches from the floor I was tempted to laugh.

“OK Malcolm . . . I guess you know why you’re here.”

“Yeah, boss.

He looked to the side and kept his eyes averted as if this was just one more boring trip to the principal’s office and as though I was just too square to be worth a glance.

“MALCOLM—LOOK AT ME!!!”

He snapped up as if a giraffe had stuck its wet nose up his ass and widened his eyes in a raptly attentive look.

“It’s one thing to get your cock sucked in the far pallets and another thing to diss your boss when he calls you in for it.”

He paused for a moment as if to summon some terminal put down and said:

“I didn’t actually get my cock sucked Boss. I’m losing on BOTH counts.”

I laughed.

“OK Malcolm . . . not bad.”

I had to admit he’d broken the tension. Then he said:

“Could I ask you Boss . . . uh . . . to just call me Mal.”

“OK Mal—I think Malcolm’s a good name—but hey….”

“Thanks Boss.”

He was beginning to seem less than totally hostile, I said:

“Nobody cares about your sexual preferences Mal, but I care about where you do the deed. If I can catch you it means some innocent girl can skate right into you guys. Now . . . maybe you think there’s no such thing as an innocent girl in this day and age but my responsibility is to ensure they’re not exposed to sex in the workplace when they haven’t asked for it……….and (warming to my theme) it could be a male . . . uh . . . a hardshell Baptist.”

I realized that I shouldn’t have said that and hoped Mal wasn’t a Baptist but he just laughed. Then, he said:

“OK, OK I can’t argue that Boss and I apologize but I gotta tell you . . . the last time I heard this pitch the guy wanted to make my bones.”

“As a condition of keeping your job?”

“Yeah.”

“Well that’s so highly-illegal Mal that a guy would have to be pretty crazy. It’s hypothetically possible that I might be after your body—but certainly not as a condition of keeping your job.”

He laughed, “OK.” And I laughed slightly as well and then said:

“So, you’ve done this before?” He shuffled a little and countered, “not often’.

I asked him if he wanted a coffee. My smallish office connected with a larger room which had a fridge, small TV, radio, microwave, coffee maker, sofa, small bathroom with toilet, sink and one-man shower (two if they were close friends). It interconnected with the administration offices on the other side of it. The sofa was out of sight of all three doors (a third door opened directly to the catwalk which all of the offices opened off, above the warehouse floor—you’ve all seen this layout a hundred times in the movies.

He looked a little happier and said ”. . . uh . . . sure . . . uh.” Looking around to see where it might be. I gestured into the “kitchen” room and pointed to the coffee maker. I followed him into the so-called kitchen room.

“Cream and sugar please Mal.”

I watched him make the coffees. I didn’t think it would be worth his while to complain about being a gofer. He fixed the coffee and brought it over. I gestured him to sit down on the couch beside me. He could have picked a nearby armchair but he didn’t.

I decided to sit and say and do nothing until he volunteered something. It worked. After about a minute and a half he said “this coffee sure tastes good . . . is it OK to smoke?”

There were ashtrays in the kitchen room and I smoked in my office occasionally so I said OK. He offered me a smoke and we both lit up.

He said nothing for another minute and then turned suddenly and said “are you gonna fire me?” I told him I doubted it. I wouldn’t be hanging with him over coffee and a cigarette if I were. I just wanted him to cool it with mutuals and BJs out on the floor.

“Do it in the parking lot Mal—in your car—out in the shadows—even in a bathroom stall if it just can’t wait.”

He seemed impressed with my candor and I said:

“I guess you were all set to say “fuck you . . . who gives a shit about your stupid job,” if I did.

He was a lean, rangy boy . . . tallish and good looking. Based on the brief examination I’d had down on the floor he was no David. There was nothing submissive about him but I figured he might at least be a switcher. I wanted to suck his cock but I sure didn’t want to be his bitch. In any event he laughed and said:

“You’re OK Boss. No, in fact I wouldn’t have said that. I love it here. I don’t see it as a career but I don’t have to take happy pills to face the place every night either. I would kurtköy escort have been pretty pissed with myself actually.”

“OK, well I have no intention of firing you Mal. You’re a good worker and I have no complaints. I’m not gonna put a formal warning in your jacket but consider this a warning to beeeeeeeee kewl with your bad seff . . . OK?”

“OK Boss . . . thanks for giving me a break.”

I laughed and said “now about me wanting your body . . . “

He said “uh oh” and laughed again but before he could follow up I added “I’m way too old to be hitting on such a good looking young guy. Now he laughed heartily.

“Are you kiddin’ Boss. I never met a player who wasn’t into older men . . . well not 79 years old but ya get my drift. You’re right in the sweet spot Boss . . . course I don’t know if you’re pullin ‘ my leg or . . . uh . . . somethin’ more personal.”

I laughed and—since he wasn’t holding his coffee in his hands at that moment—gave him a friendly push against the arm of the sofa. He looked surprised for a sec and then pushed me back—not very hard—just enough to save face. I poked him in the ribs and tickled him—knowing that if he wasn’t ticklish the gesture would fall flat. He bunched up like an armadillo going under an 19-wheeler and said “OW . . .get off you bully.” It was the kind of horseplay which irritated me in others, so I knew I must be feeling nervous.

I sat back and laughed and we both laughed heartily together. I said:

“OK we’re clear that anything that might or might not happen between us has nothing whatever to do with your job Mal. You’re free to walk out of here any way you want to play it.”

I was thinking of offering him a Heineken out of the fridge but 15 minutes had gone already and boss or not I couldn’t keep him up here forever. But I had a good bone on and even though I didn’t want to come with Mal (saving it for David later) I was hoping to break the ice with him.

We looked at each other, each one unsure what the next move was. I said “you guys were very hot out there. I almost creamed my shorts. You must have lovers’ nuts by now unless you took a bathroom break.”

He looked rueful and said “not yet”. I asked him if he were still feeling horny . . . did he need some relief and I swear he blushed. He said:

“I wouldn’t say no, Boss.”

I said “c’mere kid” and ran my hand up the inside of his thigh and into the leg of his shorts. He moved into my arms and we sat cheek to cheek while I tickled his balls a little and fooled with his thickening boner. Our hug gradually turned into a kiss, first tentative, then longer and harder. His tongue probed my mouth and he moaned as I got a better grip on his boner and began to pull him off. He reciprocated, moving a band into my shorts and fooling with my erection.

I broke the clinch and slipped my shorts down to my thighs. Mal did likewise and we began kissing again, this time masturbating each other more passionately. I whispered that I wanted to keep my load on because I had a date later but I’d be glad to fix him up. Did he want a little mouth work. He moaned and said “oh yes” and I asked him to come kneel in front of me and give me a good face fucking. He got up energetically and knelt on the couch facing me. I let my head sink back onto the cushions, grabbed his muscular buttocks and pulled his stiff hard into my mouth, taking it deep into the back of my throat and teasing his pink anal bud with a fingertip.

His penis was thick in the middle and ovoid in cross-section . . . about seven inches or a little better; circumcised and clean. It had gorgeous mouth feel as he thrust in and out rapidly. It was obvious he wasn’t going to hang on very long before giving up his heavy load. I was floating on a golden cloud of desire, yearning for the tidal spurts of his orgasm to fill my mouth with its delicious texture. I licked and gulped and swallowed, fighting the gag reflex to take him down into my throat at each thrust. Within less than a minute he cried out and his first spurt filled my mouth.

I couldn’t swallow fast enough as his hot spurts creamed into my mouth and down my throat, spurts of jism shot from the sides of my mouth and I moaned with pleasure, my finger by this time an inch into his smooth ass. I licked him clean and softened the stimulation as his spurts died away . . . and then he giggled and pulled out because he’d hit the over-stimulation point.

Normally, I would have kissed him at this point and shared the sweet semen with him mouth to mouth. However, I was aware of the time and grabbed a couple of Kleenex to clean my mouth. I passed a couple to Mal to dry off his cock before slipping it back into his snow white underwear. Then I got up and went into the small bathroom opening off the room. I pissed and washed my hands and then came out. Mal went in and had a pee and came out. I gave him a hug and said I hoped he felt good. He giggled and said “what’s not to like . . . you’re the man Boss.”

About 20 minutes had passed. I knew Mal was off at 5am but I didn’t think he was going to put in for overtime. I said “I guess you’re going off for the weekend how huh.” He nodded. I said I’d walk him out to his car, and deked into the bathroom for a quick shot of mouthwash—remembering that David would arrive soon and possibly not want to taste Mal’s load on my lips if, as and when we kissed.

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Vernon studies the map and looks up at the mountain towering above him.

“According to this there should be a large cedar tree next to the entrance,” he says.

They look around, there are a few pine trees and bushes dotted around the lower slopes of the mountain but no one can see a cedar tree.

“Are you sure we are in the right place father?” Bain asks.

“Yeah, positive, perhaps we can see a bit clearer if we climb higher?” he suggests.

They walk up the slopes, still unable to see the cedar tree. Baffled, Vernon sits to study the map again.

“I don’t get it, where the hell is this tree? We can’t be in the right place.”

“Father, what are you sitting on?” Bain asks.

“It’s a tree stump why?” Suddenly Vernon stands up and looks down, the stump is large.

“Could someone have cut it down?” Bain asks.

“It’s certainly possible and it looks like it could be cedar wood,” Vernon replies.

They begin to search the area when Kian shouts out, “Over here!” He’s standing next to a large bush by a rocky outcrop. They all rush over. Vernon pushes the bush apart and behind it is a small cave.

“I think we may have found it.” he says. He heads inside, it’s dark, very dark, “Crap I can’t see a thing.”

Rafael pushes past and walks up to a wall and he points with his finger to a small ledge. They all wonder what he possibly could be doing when suddenly a small flame shoots out from his finger and hits the wall. Everyone gasps, as the flame ignites a channel that runs along the cave wall. The flame runs along the channel until it reaches an alcove where in the rock has been carved a small well. This has some flammable liquid inside and it starts burning brightly. The flame doesn’t stop there as on the other side of the alcove the channel continues, the flame races along and lights several wells along the way. Soon the cave is lit and they can see in the distance.

“Wow, you’re just full of surprises,” Vernon says, Rafael just smiles.

They head in, the cave narrows and turns into a tunnel, eventually they find themselves in a large cavern and dotted around the walls are the lanterns.

“Wow!” Kian says, his voice echoing around the walls, “this is so cool!”

“It’s cold in here,” Pellon says starting to shiver and still naked.

Vernon digs around in his back pack, produces a blanket and hands it to Pellon.

In the centre of the cavern is a small lake and they can see a mist rising from it.

“Hey it’s warm,” Bain announces, “must be a natural spring. Why don’t we ..” But before he could finish Rafael has waded in up to his waist. “Bath in it,” Bain continues.

Soon the twins are naked and joining Rafael, followed closely by Bain and Pellon.

“Come on in, the water is lovely,” Bain shouts to his father and Ellit.

“Come on let’s join them,” Vernon says to Ellit.

“I don’t know if I want to,” Ellit replies.

Pellon sees Ellit is hesitating, he wades out and walks up to Ellit so their noses are almost touching.

“Here let me help you out of these,” He says and lifts up Ellits tunic.

Ellit doesn’t resist and his tunic is soon discarded on the ground. For the first time Pellon is able to see his scars up close. He runs his fingers over them causing Ellit to shiver.

“He really did a number on you huh,” he says, “how many beatings did you get to do this much damage?”

“I lost count.”

“I only had one beating and that was more pain than I could have ever imagined, you must have suffered so much.”

“I try not to think about it,” Ellit says.

Pellon pushes down on Ellits britches and they fall to his ankles.

“Come on, the waters lovely,” he says taking Ellits hand.

Vernon has already stripped and is in the water with Rafael, Bain and the twins who are all fooling around and having fun.

Ellit and Pellon get up to their chests when Pellon suddenly disappears under the water. Ellit looks round wondering where he’s gone when his legs are pushed up and he ends up falling backwards into the water. He quickly recovers himself and sees Pellon laughing at him.

“Ooh, you just wait!” Ellit jumps on him and they wrestle around trying to dunk each other, both boys are laughing hard. Eventually they both stop to get their breath and look at each other with huge smiles across their face.

“When was the last time you laughed like that?” Pellon asks.

The smile quickly fades from Ellit’s face, “Oh, I-I-I don’t remember.”

“Bet you I can make you laugh even more,” Pellon challenges.

“Oh yeah, how?” Ellit’s smile returns.

Pellon grabs Ellit by the waist and begins to tickle him.

Ellit starts to scream with laughter, “Arggh! Stop! That tickles!” He tries to fight Pellon off.

“Looks like they’re having fun,” Vernon says when suddenly Rafael, the twins and Bain all jump on him, he quickly goes under.

Jumping back up he looks round to see them scarpering, “Hey no fair, four on one!” He shouts.

Vernon dives under and the boy’s look at each other wondering halkalı escort where he’s going to come up when suddenly Kian is launched into the air. Vernon picks him up with ease and flings him across the water, he lands with a loud splash. Bain is laughing so hard he doesn’t notice his father sneaking up on him until he feels a hand between his legs and he’s being lifted out the water, he comes back down with a huge splash.

“Hey, you snuck up on me,” he says coming back up and immediately jumping on his father.

They wrestle in the water, dunking and trying to throw each other. Vernon ends up chasing Bain out the water, he manages to catch him and body tackles him to the ground. Bain falls on his back and Vernon jumps on top, he immediately starts to tickle him. Bain cries out with laughter.

“Arrrgh! Hahahaha, Stop it! Arrghhh hahahahah!”

Vernon eventually stops but grabs Bains hands and holds them above his head, he suddenly realises that he and Bain have an erection and as he is straddled across Bain’s hips they are rubbing.

Vernon looks at his boy’s beautiful cock, it’s enticing him and without thinking he grabs it with his other hand. Bain gasps as his father starts to slowly wank him.

“Oh father! Please!” Bain gasps.

Vernon looks into his eyes, they are pleading, he can see the desire in them, he can see clearly that Bain wants to be taken by him. Vernon cannot resist, all his reasoning that making love to his son is wrong seems to be melting away, he loves Bain so much and he’s now wondering if it’s something more that just a fathers love for his son. He get’s an overwhelming desire to kiss him and he gives in to it, putting his lips against Bain’s. The kiss sends shockwaves through Bain’s body, it’s electrifying, Vernon feels it too, he can’t believe that a kiss can be so sensual.

Vernon breaks the kiss and looks at Bain’s cock, he’s totally overcome with passion now and he mindlessly slips downs Bain’s body. He lifts up the huge cock and begins licking the head causing Bain to gasp in ecstasy. It’s leaking precum and Vernon licks it up savouring the taste. He then slips his mouth over it and slides down as deep as he can before he gags, Bain groans and can’t keep his eyes off his father’s mouth sliding down his shaft.

Kalen is sitting on the shore of the lake watching Vernon blow Bain, still a virgin he’s never seen, had, or given a blowjob. While he was in captivity, no one would dare touch him for fear of what Soltan would do to them. He never even did anything with the boy’s he shared the cell with, a couple wanted to but he pointed out that if Soltan ever found out it would be disastrous for them.

As he watches his cock expands to full erection and he can’t help stroke it.

Kian comes up to his brother, “Hey bro, how about I show you some things I recently learned.”

Kian leans over and takes his brothers cock in his mouth.

“Oh Fuck! Kian! What you doing?” but Kian ignores him and sucks his brothers hard cock deep in his mouth. Kalen surrenders to the amazing sensation, he leans back to watch his brother devour his cock. “Oh Kian! It feels incredible.”

Rafael seeing all this action get’s horny too and he sneaks up behind Ellit, he wraps his arms round him and begins caressing his skin. Ellit surprised, gasps, he can feel Rafael’s erection in the cleft of his ass cheeks and he begins to panic.

“No, I can’t!” He says and pushes Rafael away. He rushes out of the water, grabs his clothes and walks off. Rafael grabs Pellon and pushes him in Ellit’s direction. Pellon get’s the hint and follows.

Still randy, Rafael joins the twins, he stands next to Kalen. Kalen looks up and sees Rafael’s cock next to him, it looks inviting, he want’s to try this blowjob thing and grabbing Rafael’s cock he sticks out his tongue and starts to lick it. Some precum flows out and he licks it up, the taste is almost sweet, he likes it. He then slips his lips over the solid shaft and emulates what his brother is doing to him. For the first time in his life he is sucking on cock and it feels good in his mouth, it feels like he was born to do this. He sucks deeper and Rafael has to put his hands on Kalens head to steady himself.

Vernon is now licking and swallowing Bain’s testicles, Bain is crying out in sheer pleasure, his father goes lower and Bain knows he’s heading for his anus. Bain lifts his legs up and grabs the back of his legs pulling them close to his chest, Vernon instantly goes for his boy’s hole and licks it feverishly, Bain groans in delight.

“Oh father, please fuck me, please,” Bain begs.

Vernon stops and looks at his boys hole, it’s winking in anticipation of it being filled. He looks at Bain, his eyes pleading even more. Vernon can’t stop himself now even if he wanted to. He positions himself so his cock is resting on Bain’s rosebud and Bain pants in anticipation. Vernon applies a generous amount of spit on his cock and pushes forward, Bain relaxes and his fathers cock head slips past his sphincter causing him içerenköy escort to shout, not in pain but in sheer pleasure. Vernon leans over his boy as he slides his cock deeper into him, their noses almost touching.

“I love you father,” Bain says as his fathers cock slides in completely.

“I love you too son,” Vernon says and slowly begins to fuck his boy.

Vernon leans closer and they kiss again, this time more passionately, Bain is in heaven, the man he has always loved, the man that he has desired from the moment he had sexual feelings is finally making love to him, he had been dreaming of this moment for years.

Vernon now realises he has always had sexual feelings for Bain, he just kept them locked in his subconscious. It suddenly makes sense to him, they are meant to be together, they always have been. Being inside Bain makes it feel like he is merged with him, like they are one entity, Bain feels this too.

Kalen is sucking for all his worth on Rafael’s cock, he never imagined it would feel so good. He can’t believe how much of a turn on it is to suck cock, so much so he suddenly feels his orgasm building.

He quickly pulls off Rafael, “Oh Kian stop, I’m gonna cum!” Kian doesn’t, “Kian! OH FUCK! URRGHH! I’M CUUUUMMMMINNNNGG!”

Kian keeps sucking as his brothers cock erupts into his mouth, Kalen’s body shudders with the ferocity of his orgasm, he can’t believe how intense it is, he’s never cum this hard ever. Kian drinks it hungrily as Kalen continues to spurt thick ropes of cum, quickly filling his mouth.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Kalen pants as Kian sucks out the last couple of drops. He just moans, his mouth still full with his brothers cock.

Kalen see’s his brothers cock, it’s rock hard and twitching. He dives on it suddenly wanting to return the favour, he want’s to taste, no, he want’s to swallow his brothers cum. Kian pulls off Kalen’s cock and gasps as his cock is devoured by his brother. Both boys are in the sixty nine position and Rafael moves behind Kian. He lifts up Kians legs and puts his cock at his hole.

Kalen sees this and pulls off, “Kian I think he’s going to fuck you!” But before Kian can reply Rafael’s cock slides in cleanly, Kian and Kalen gasp at the same time, Kian because of the sudden invasion of his rectum, Kalen because he can’t believe what is happening to his brother. Kalen goes back to sucking on his brothers cock but watches Rafael fuck him.

Vernon and Bain are still in a passionate kiss and making love, this isn’t a fuck, it’s two bodies becoming one in a moment of pure lust.

Vernon feels his orgasm building, “Bain, I’m going to cum.”

The news of his fathers impending orgasm causes his own to kick in, “Oh father I’m cumming too!”

Vernon is fucking him more vigorously now, his cock banging against Bain’s prostrate. He grabs his boy’s cock and strokes it.

“URRRRGHH FATHER! I’M CUUUUMMMMINNNNGG!” he lifts his head up as his cock blasts huge ropes of cum into his face. Vernon leans closer and licks the cum off Bain as his cock continues to blast it over his face.

Bain’s anus is pulsating, massaging Vernon’s cock as he ejaculates and it sends Vernon over the edge. He lets out a long groan as his cock explodes into his boy’s bowels. As they share their orgasms they also share a moment of pure love between them, staring into each others eyes as their bodies reach nirvana.

Vernon finally collapses on top of Bain his head on his shoulder panting heavily.

After a few moments Bain speaks, “Father are you ok?”

Vernon lifts himself up and looks Bain in the eyes, “Yes son, I’m fine,” then kisses him tenderly.

Bain smiles, “Does this mean we get to do this again?”

Vernon smiles back, “You bet.”

“YES!” Bain shouts triumphantly then kisses his father again, “I love you.”

“I love you too Bain.” Vernon shivers, “Damn it’s cold in here, what you say we set up camp here and build a fire?”

“Sounds good to me father,” Bain replies.

“Ok you go and get some firewood, I’ll set up camp.”

They separate and Bain bounces off in search of fire wood feeling on cloud nine.

“Urrghh! Fuck! Urrghh! Urrghh! Oh yeah! Fuck! Urrghh!” To Kalen it sounds like his brother is in pain but it also sounds like he’s enjoying it.

“What’s that feel like?” he asks pausing from sucking on his brothers cock.

“Ohh! Fuck! Its wonder Urrghh! Full! Urrghh! Please! Don’t Urrghh! Stop sucking Urrghh! Me!”

Kalen takes his brothers cock back in his mouth and sucks him deep, he’s really taken to cock sucking, he absolutely loves it.

Rafael is fucking Kian hard now, “URRGHH! URRGHH! FUCK! URRGHH! I’M CLOSE! URRGHH! OH FUCK! KALEN! URRGHH! I’M GONNA CUM! URRGHH!” Kian pants.

Kalen sucks harder determined to have his brothers cum, he feels Kian’s cock expand more.

“URRRRRGHHHHH! FUCK! HERE I CUM!” Kian shouts and his body suddenly tenses, his cock spurts a huge amount of cum into the back of Kalens throat causing him to almost choke. kartal escort Kalen keeps sucking and swallowing as his brother shoots spurt after spurt into his mouth. Being his first time he has trouble swallowing it all and keeping it in his mouth and some leaks out the corners. Although he didn’t know what to expect from the taste of cum it’s a lot nicer than he thought it might be and is actually enjoying it. Rafael suddenly shudders and Kalen can see his cock pulsating, he’s cumming into to his brothers ass.

Eventually Kalen pulls off, Kian is panting hard, Rafael too, his head next to Kain’s. Kalen turns round to his brother.

“Wow bro, you suck cock real good,” Kian pants.

“That was my first time,” Kalen replies.

“Really? Damn it was amazing.”

Rafael reaches over and puts his hand behind Kalen’s head and pulling him close they kiss. Kian joins in and Kalen finds himself in a three way kiss with his brother. He never dreamt of this happening, ever, but he loves it, his brother kisses good and he can’t see any reason why this shouldn’t happen, Kian feels the same.

Pellon finds Ellit sitting on a rock still naked, well away from the others, crying.

“Hey whats wrong?” Pellon asks sitting next to him and taking hold of his hand.

Ellit looks at Pellon, he can see genuine concern in his eyes, “I got scared,” he sobs.

“What of?”

“Sex.”

“How can you be scared of…” Pellon bites his tongue, “Ah Soltan.”

Ellit nods his head, he looks up at Pellon his eyes full of tears, “All I ever experienced was pain, he would fuck me so hard I couldn’t sit for days. He’s completely ruined me,” he starts sobbing heavily, “sometimes I will shit myself, I just can’t control it anymore.”

Pellon puts his arm round him and pulls him close, Ellit sobs on his shoulder. He holds him tight until his sobbing abates, he can feel the tears trickle down his shoulder.

“I can see why you’re scared,” Pellon says, “you associate sex with pain.”

Ellit nods, “I know it can be nice, I see others enjoy it and I want to know what that’s like, I just don’t think I can yet.”

“No ones going to force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

Ellit looks up at Pellon, “You’re a prostitute aren’t you.”

Pellon nods, “Yeah I do it for money.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Sometimes I will get a client that is really nice and yeah I enjoy it with them, but most the time they’re ugly or fat or smell really bad, I don’t enjoy it then.”

“Why do you do it?”

“To survive.”

Ellit puts his head back on Pellon’s shoulder.

“How did you survive?” Pellon asks already knowing the answer.

“Begged and stole.” Ellit squeezes Pellon’s hand, “Thanks.”

“What for?”

“For being here.”

They sit for a while in silence and Ellit strokes Pellon’s hand, Pellon does the same back, he can see deep scars around his wrist and hands where the steel restraints cut in. Not a word is said, none is needed until Ellit shivers.

“Are you cold?” Pellon asks.

Ellit nods, Pellon looks back at the others, “looks like they’re setting up camp, perhaps we should join them.”

“Ok,” Ellit replies, Pellon gets up and is about to walk away when Ellit pulls him back, “Will you sleep with me tonight?” He asks.

Pellon pulls Ellit up then wraps his arms round him, “I’d love to,” then kisses him tenderly. “Come on, I’m cold, lets get warm,” he says and leads Ellit by the hand to the camp.

At the camp Ellit walks up to Rafael, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” but Rafael stops him from talking by putting his finger up to Ellit’s lips then giving him a tender hug.

Later that evening they are all sat round the camp fire, Bain in Vernon’s arms, Pellon holding Ellit’s hand and Rafael in between the twins. They spend the evening talking about their adventures, their past and what the future holds for them.

* * *

“What are you still doing here?” Soltan shouts across the courtyard to Phabian.

He’s saddling up his horse, there is another one next to his saddled and ready for Will, but Will is nowhere to be seen. Phabian had been holding back waiting for him to return.

“Why aren’t you with your troops?” Soltan asks.

“I was just about to leave to join them.”

“You shouldn’t be here at all, you’re supposed to be looking for Aljeron’s son! If he makes it to Aljeron I will hold you personally responsible for this fuck up.” Soltan rants.

“Yes sir,” Phabian says as he mounts his horse. He’s tempted to strike Soltan down where he stands but he knows all hell would break loose if he did.

Phabian looks at the gate one last time and with a heavy heart he sets off. Thoughts of betrayal run through his mind, wondering if Will had lied to him when he said he loved him. He rides hard, taking his frustration out on his steed.

The sun has already set when he reaches the border patrol.

“Evening Sir,” the soldier on patrol says.

“Any news on the boy we are looking for?” Phabian asks but knowing the answer.

“No sir but there was a Sheriff that came through earlier.”

“What about him?”

“He had a prisoner, a young man tied and gagged.”

“Tied and gagged? Why would he gag his prisoner?”

“Don’t know Sir, we thought it a little odd, he said he was a handful and wanted some quiet.”

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Saturday morning saw me at Dundee railway station, walking my bicycle towards the large group of cyclists which had gathered beside the Tay road bridge.

This was the weekend charity cycle from Dundee to Pitlochry and back, to raise funds for testicular cancer research. There were dozens of cyclist gathered, waiting for the cycle to start. This was going to be a hundred and eight mile cycle, returning back to the start on the Sunday.

I had been training for this as it was quite a feat, particularly at my age. Now, the day had arrived, the sky was blue, quite warm and very pleasant to cycle in.

Once everyone had arrived, photographs were taken and energy drinks consumed. And then we were off, the shrill of the starting whistle rang in our ears as we all started cycling.

It was nice to see people lining the streets of Dundee as we cycled, cheering us on. The cycle from Dundee to Perth was so pleasant. They call this cycle route The Salmon Run because it mostly follows the river Tay, a famous river for salmon fishing. I was sitting up in my saddle, admiring the view as we cycled by. It was so easy, the road was quiet and flat, that it was most enjoyable. But then, the terrain changed.

As soon as we got to Perth, the flat road changed to a very long and steep hill, which was exhausting. In fact, from Perth to the final stage in Pitlochry, it was pretty much uphill all the way. The speed of the convoy of cyclists soon slowed right down as people struggled with the hills. To compound things, a strong north westerly wind started up, and we were heading right into it. Then the rain added to the misery.

We arrived in Pitlochry, pretty much drenched and exhausted. I had really stiff and painful legs, right up to my ass. I was looking forward to something to eat, and a long hot bath, try and recover for the return cycle to Dundee, which would thankfully, be downhill.

I followed the crowd, struggling up the steps of the hotel we were staying in and waiting in turn to check in. A receptionist was calling out the names of the people that were sharing a room. I heard my name called out followed by a guy called Graham and we walked up to collect our key cards and headed to the room.

The first surprise we got was the large double bed in the room. I was expecting a twin room. Surely they don’t expect us to share a bed? I left Graham as I hurried downstairs to see the receptionist. I had to wait until she had finished sorting out the rest of us. I explained the problem to her and she sympathised but said they were fully booked now and other than trying elsewhere, there was nothing else she could suggest.

All I could think about was that I didn’t have pyjamas with me, trying to keep the weight down. I was wearing lycra padded cycling shorts and you wear them next to the skin. In other words, I had no underwear with me. I had fully expected to sleep naked. All I had was a change of lycra clothing, I didn’t bring anything else. I’ll need to go elsewhere, I thought, but my legs were agony and I didn’t fancy walking far. I can’t sleep naked in the same bed as another guy I hadn’t even met before.

I let myself in the room, just as Graham walked completely naked from the bathroom. I couldn’t help but see him, quickly turning my head to look out the window. In that fraction of a second, it was like a photograph in my mind. I was stunned. I knew cyclists shaved their legs but he was completely shaved, every part of him.

I was no stranger to naked men but I had never seen anyone completely shaven before. I couldn’t get the picture out of my mind. I explained to Graham, who was drying himself off as I spoke, that there were no more rooms available. Short of going elsewhere, we were stuck with this. I came right out with it and revealed my predicament. I wasn’t keen to share a bed, particularly as I would be naked. Graham revealed a problem of his own, he too didn’t have any underwear or anything. God, I thought, what would people say about two middle aged guys, naked and sharing the same bed?

I was sore, I just wanted to have a bath. Reluctantly, we agreed there was no realistic alternative and we would just have to make the best of it.

I went into the bathroom, closed the door and stripped off while the bath was running. I lay back, luxuriating in the hot water. As I relaxed, memories from years and years ago flooded back. When I was twenty two fatih escort I dated a gay guy. All part of growing up but I thought back to it and how erotic the relationship was. I had only ever been with the one guy, we split and later I met the woman who was to be my wife, and that was over thirty years ago. I didn’t consider myself gay, bisexual I guess.

It brought me back to the present, later tonight, I’m going to be sleeping, naked, next to another naked guy. How could I explain that to my wife? No way was I going to tell her. Twenty minutes later and not feeling much better, I pulled my stiff legs over the bath and dried myself. Unlike Graham, I walked out of the bathroom wearing a large towel round my waist.

Graham was lying out on the bed, wearing his lycra cycling clothes. We were going out for dinner later and most, if not all of us, were just wearing our cycling clothes. Nobody was carrying unnecessary weight like pyjamas or jeans. I sat down on the bed, groaning with the pain in my legs. I chatted to Graham, who seemed a really nice guy. His brother had testicular cancer and that was why he was cycling for charity. Graham was about my age and we got along quite nicely.

He asked me if I would like him to massage my legs. He knew what it was like, coming off the saddle after a long ride. I was speechless, that was not really appropriate. God, what a cheek asking that. What if he’s gay? ‘Roll over,’ he suggested.

Reluctantly, I lay on my front, stretching my legs out. I was shocked, as he pulled my towel up to my waist. He sat astride my lower legs and started to rub me. A few moments later, I could feel the benefit. He actually knew what he was doing. He pummeled my legs, kneading the sore muscles. He pushed down using his weight. I flinched as I felt his hands move to my buttocks. My legs were slightly apart and he kneaded my buttocks. As he pushed down on my ass with his weight I could feel my cock against the mattress. God, the more he pushed down on me the more of an erection I was getting. More than once, his hands accidentally touched my balls and my asshole as he worked. It must be an accident, the last thing I thought was he couldn’t be making a pass, surely.

He eventually stopped and got up. I lay there, thanking him. I was really appreciative that he did that, my legs were tingling and I wasn’t in any pain. I felt great, in fact. However, I couldn’t get up with an erection, so I lay there, relaxing until I softened.

A large crowd of us piled into a McDonald’s for something to eat. We took over most of the restaurant and it was a colourful sight with so many men wearing lycra. I sat across from Graham, chatting to him about bicycles mostly. Four others joined us at the table, as we all enjoyed our meal.

Next stop was the pub and again, we all piled in. It took ages to get served but we enjoyed ourselves while we waited. There were several really witty guys there, entertaining us. Graham spoke about his life, his work as an architect and his interest in cycling. As he was about my age, we did have a lot in common to talk about.

A couple of pints later and it was time to head back to the hotel. We weren’t drunk, just merry. It was a long cycle tomorrow and nobody wanted to do it with a hangover. We got back to our room and I switched the light off as we undressed. This was really strange, I thought as I got under the cover. I was in bed with a naked guy.

I was tired so it didn’t take me long to fall asleep. I didn’t know what time it was or how long I had been sleeping for but I was woken up with the bed moving. It took me a few minutes to realise what was going on, he was wanking. I was in bed with a naked guy wanking beside me. I pretended to sleep, not sure if he detected my breathing had changed. As he wanked, I felt myself getting harder and harder. I lay on my side, feeling the rhythm he was wanking to. God, I was getting turned on. Was he sleeping? Was I imagining it, maybe I was just dreaming. How could he do that next to a virtual stranger?

It didn’t take long for me to wonder, what could happen next if he realised I was awake? I felt a shiver of excitement run through me. I thought of Robert, the guy I dated. The sex between us was fantastic. Lying next to Graham, I was reminded of the sex. Should I make a move, do something to let him know I was awake? What if he got offended? güngören escort God, what should I do? I wished he would hurry up and finish, then we could both go to sleep and I could forget the thoughts running through my mind. He seemed to wank for ages. In the darkness of the room, I had no concept of time. I relaxed and listened to his breathing, feeling the shake of the bed as he continued to wank.

I decided, I was going to turn round, towards him. Make it appear that I was just turning in my sleep. As I turned over, he suddenly stopped wanking. He was silent, holding his breath. I was disappointed. My cock was so stiff by now, harder than I could remember in a long time. It wasn’t long before I heard him wanking again. I could see his silhouette in the dim light that the streetlight outside was casting over the room. God, he had pulled the covers off him as he was wanking. I was lying on my side watching this guy wank in front of me. A thrill ran through my body. I moved my leg, resting it against his leg. He stopped wanking and lay perfectly still.

Would he respond, now I had made a move? Time stood still as I waited. I felt his leg move, resting his foot against mine. Was that his response? Did I have a green light? I turned slightly, moving my leg away. A moment later, I felt his leg against mine. I turned again, lying on my back. His leg moved and rested against mine. I felt him wanking again. God, I was so excited. What would happen if I started wanking? Could he be asleep? This could turn out to be very embarrassing. Was I certain he was making a pass?

I was so excited, I was feeling quite bold. I turned from my back onto my side, pushing my cock against his leg and then I remained completely still. I had a thrill of excitement at how wild it felt to do that. He stopped wanking and I could feel his leg push slightly against my cock. A few moments later, he continued to wank. I pushed a little more against his leg. He stopped wanking again. He’s not interested, I thought. I couldn’t have made my intentions better known. My hard cock was against his leg. He must be awake if he’s wanking, he must know my cock is hard. What should I do next.

Suddenly, he turned to face me and I felt his cock against mine. My God, he’s certainly made his position clear. I couldn’t slow down my breathing, I was so turned on. His cock was right up against mine, I could feel him pulsating and he must feel me as well.

I moaned when I felt his hand as he gripped both our cocks. He squeezed them, wanking us both very gently. I still pretended to be sleeping. This was so horny. I felt his other hand fondle my balls. Still, I pretended to sleep. He moved down the bed, very slowly. I gasped as he took my cock head into his mouth. He knew I was awake. God, here I was in bed, naked with a stranger, and my cock in his mouth.

I moaned as he sucked my cock. He knew what he was doing. Convinced now that he was awake, I knew where this was leading. I moved over the bed to take him in my mouth. He moaned as I licked his head, teasing it with my lips. God, his cock was lovely. He was smaller than mine, with a large head and long thin shaft. He was completely shaven. He tasted so nice, I breathed in the scent of his cock. Slowly, I fondled his balls, squeezing and releasing his cock, feeling the head pulsate against my tongue. Although it was thirty years since I had been with Robert, I hadn’t forgotten how to suck a cock. I smiled as I teased his cock, this felt so erotic. I built up a rhythm, wanking him as I sucked him. He was doing the same to me. Long slow strokes as he moved his head up and down.

I hadn’t forgotten the signs that meant he was very close to coming. Like an expert, I was all over his cock. I pulled his buttocks closer to me, taking all his cock in my mouth. He was moaning as I worked on his cock. His moans got louder and I felt his cock stiffen in my hand. I gently squeezed his balls, feeling them move between my fingers. I knew he was almost there. I prepared myself, wanking him faster and then, God, I felt his cock stiffen even more and he exploded in my mouth. He was moaning and thrusting in my mouth as he spurted time and time again. I counted them, eight times he spasmed as he filled my mouth with his spunk. God, how I used to love the taste of it. I gripped him as he stopped spurting, squeezing every drop into my mouth. I kadıköy escort enjoyed the taste of it and then I swallowed. God, it was so nice. Over thirty years since I had been with a guy. Thirty years since I had tasted spunk.

He knew what he was doing. I felt his fingers probing my ass. He gripped my cock, slowly wanking it, teased my balls and took me in his mouth. I was so close. He sensed it and wanked me faster. There was no stopping this now. I shuddered at the power of my orgasm. My toes curled and I shook with the intensity. Time and time again, I spurted my hot cum into his mouth. It was so wild, I hadn’t come like that in years. I lay there, with his cock still in my mouth as he licked the last drops of my cum. I was breathing heavily as I tried to relax. God, I felt good. I moved back up the bed and Graham nestled into me as I wrapped an arm around him. My cock, soft now, was tight against his ass. It felt so strange to feel his smooth body against mine, really quite sexy.

In the morning, we were a bit shy to start with. I broke the ice with a joke. I had no regrets, it was a lovely experience and I let Graham know I enjoyed it.

He asked me if I would like my legs massaged. Of course I said yes. He made such a difference yesterday. He pulled out massage oil from his kit bag. I guess someone who shaves all their body hair would want to massage it too.

I took the bottle from him and he lay out on the bed. We were both still naked. I poured some of the oil over his back, firmly massaging it in. I had never felt a guy with no hair before. He felt so sexy with oiled skin. My hands teased his ass and I could feel him squirming on the bed. He was stiff again. God, I had made a guy stiff again. I hadn’t lost my touch. My erection rubbed against his body as I massaged him. My balls stroked his ass. He was moaning with excitement.

Once I had finished teasing him, he pulled me onto the bed and started massaging me. He poured the oil all over me and worked his magic. God, I could feel his hard cock on my ass as he rubbed my shoulders. He poured more oil over my ass, I felt it dribbling between my legs. His fingers kept touching my asshole, just a whisper of a touch but enough to make me weak at the knees. I felt a finger enter me. God, I wanted fucked. I sat up on my knees and thrust my ass towards him. I felt his cock against my asshole. He pushed so slowly, it was taking me time to relax. I was glad he didn’t have a thick cock. I moaned as I felt his shaven balls against me as he slowly pushed further and further into me. Oh, it was sore but a nice sore. I tried to relax more, still he pushed into me. Until, finally, I had taken all his cock. It felt so damn sexy. ‘Fuck me,’ I whispered, ‘fuck me.’

Gently, he pulled out until just the tip was in me. He poured more oil over his cock and slid in again. It was easier that time. All the way back, just to the tip and then fully inside me in one long thrust. I was moaning with pleasure. I was fully relaxed now and enjoyed him fucking me. God, I was loving this. I squeezed my ass muscles, gripping his cock. His balls were slapping against me as he fucked me. Faster and faster, I was shaking as he pounded me. He let out a long moan, getting louder as I felt his cock stiffen. Oh……mmm…..I moaned as he rode me, feeling him explode inside me. God, I could feel the hot spunk inside me, he thrust deep inside as he spasmed. I took it all.

He lay down on his front while I rubbed the oil over his ass, rubbing it over my cock. Graham knew what he was doing and relaxed immediately I pushed my cock against his asshole. I slid inside him in one long gentle thrust. My cock was buried inside him. I felt him squeeze his ass, gripping my cock. I was so excited that I felt myself coming within minutes. God, thirty years since I had felt a cock inside me and mine inside another guy. It was thrilling. I slowed down my thrusts and relaxed as I felt my orgasm building up in me. Slowly, I thrust, slower and slower, feeling every sensation intensify. God, I was so turned on. ‘Give me it,’ Graham moaned. I felt my moment coming and just exploded. Jet after jet of spunk shot out of my cock. Graham moaned as I pumped more and more spunk into him. I collapsed onto the bed, spent. I pulled Graham towards me and kissed him. We lay together, recovering. It would soon be time to go.

The journey home was much nicer than the journey to Pitlochry. The route was now downhill all the way to Perth and flat to Dundee. Great. My ass was tingling with the action that had just happened. I had a great big smile on my face as we set off, with Graham’s telephone number in my pocket. I would definitely be going riding with him again…..

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I met Joe at the first night of the conference. There was food served in the exhibit hall, and Joe and I shared one of those small tables that is only big enough for two. It was one of those events where servers wander through the crowd with small appetizers. As a result, we didn’t have to get up and move around, so we sat chatting for about an hour.

After chatting for a bit, we learned that, although we were from different parts of the country, we had a lot in common: we were both married with teenage children — he had three boys, and I had a boy and a girl — we were of a similar age and of course we were in the same line of work, hence the both of us being at the conference. (I don’t want to say what line of work we’re in, or even what city the conference was in — I just can’t stand the thought of anyone I know reading this and thinking that it might be me.) Oh — and we also seemed to share the same taste in women: there were more than a few attractive and well-dressed women at the conference, and we enjoyed pointing them out to each other and making some quiet, suggestive remarks and jokes to each other.

The evening wore down; we parted company and I made my way back to my hotel room, to do what I often do when I’m travelling: get naked, surf porn on my laptop, and jerk off. I did all three of those things, and, since I like to get up early, had an early night of it and went to bed.

The next morning, I put on shorts and a t-shirt, and headed down to the fitness centre in the hotel. It was quite early — about 5 am, and I didn’t expect there to be too many people there working out. As I entered the room, there was Joe, just getting on the treadmill.

“Hey, good morning” I said. “I see you like the early morning workout too.”

Joe smiled back at me. “Yeah,” he said. “I like to earn my breakfast first. Then I can reward myself.”

I smiled to myself at that. When I`m travelling, I too like to earn things in the morning — I tell myself that after my workout, I can reward myself with a nice jerkoff session. I do whatever I can to keep me motivated for my personal fitness program. I hopped on the treadmill beside Joe.

We didn’t say much to each other during the workout. We both appeared to be running at similar intensities, and we both worked up a good sweat. We had both set our timers for 30 minutes, so we both started our cool downs at about the same time too. We exchanged some more small talk as we grabbed some water from the cooler, and then headed out, back to our rooms.

In the hallway, Joe reached for the elevator button.

“Hold on there,” I said. “We have to take the stairs. Taking the elevator after a workout just isn’t right.”

Joe looked at me. “What floor are you on?” He asked me.

“Twenty two,” I replied. “What floor are you on?”

“Eighteen.” He paused, looking at me. “Okay, let’s go.”

With that we went to the other side of the hallway, and started up the stairs. We were walking, not running, and it really wasn’t that hard — just a bit more of a cool down really.

“Do you always take the stairs after a workout?” Joe asked me.

“Usually,” I replied. “I think I’ve gone as high as 28 floors. But it’s not as bad as it sounds. Usually, there’s no 13th floor.” I gave Joe a bit of a grin with that.

“Uh huh. So do you go through another 30 minute workout when you get back to your room? A hundred situps, perhaps?” Joe teased back at me.

I smiled at that. “Well, usually I take a break in front of my laptop, surfing the web, stuff like that.”

“You don’t start doing work, do you?” Joe asked.

“No,” I answered. “It’s all me time.” I couldn’t help smiling again. I was already looking forward to jacking off in front of some fresh porn.

“Oh,” Joe replied. “Me time. I suppose that means surfing porn.”

I turned to face Joe. He was smiling, but then turned away, looking embarrassed. He sped up a little bit on the stairs, to get ahead of me, by just one step. We were at 12.

Since that was exactly what I meant, I couldn’t be mad. I gave a chuckle. “Well, OK, I admit it. When I’m on the road, all alone in my room, with some time on my hands… yeah, I plan to find some fresh porn. And play with myself.” Shit, I thought. I can’t believe I just told a guy that I’m planning to start jerking off in less than five minutes.

Joe stopped on the stairs and looked back at me. I stopped too. We looked at each other; this time I turned away and moved ahead of him.

“Yeah,” I heard Joe say buca escort behind me. “That’s what I’m planning on doing too.”

I turned back to face him. Joe was grinning as we kept going up the stairs. At the 16th floor now I noticed. I grinned back at him. “It’s not so unusual, is it?” I asked. “But it seems a little weird to admit it.”

Seventeen now. One more floor to Joe’s room. “Hell,” Joe said, “I usually don’t even tell my wife about when I jerk off.”

“Me neither” I said. “It’s strange, isn’t it? I love it when she tells me about playing with herself. And she doesn’t have a problem with me jerking off… I even do it in front of her once in a while. I don’t know.”

We were at 18 now. Joe’s floor. He pulled the door open. “Well,” he said, “here’s where I get off.” He stopped, and looked embarrassed again. “I mean…” he started.

I laughed. “I know exactly what you meant.”

“Uh,” he said, “… do you want to come in for a coffee… maybe we can … I don’t know … share some of our favourite sites or something…” Joe looked embarrassed again. “Never mind,” he said, turning to go into the hallway.

“Sure,” I said. “I’d love a cup of that fabulous in-room complimentary coffee.”

“Great,” said Joe. And with that he led the way down the hallway to his room. Joe used his keycard to open the room. We entered the room — it looked just like mine, complete with a laptop open at the desk. Joe tended to the coffee machine, and I went over to his laptop.

“Do you mind?” I asked, pointing to his laptop.

“No, go ahead” he said. “Bring up some of your favourite porn.” We were obviously starting to get comfortable with the idea of two guys watching porn together.

I did just that. I brought up a site that was based on amateur, user-submitted sites. Joe, having started the coffee, came up behind me and looked over my shoulder. “What have you got?” he asked.

“I like this one,” I replied. “It’s an amateur site, and it’s real people. They post pics from inside their own home… I don’t know; I just like looking at real people enjoying themselves more than actors.”

“Cool,” said Joe. We brought up a couple of postings. Milfs, and straight sex, but we could see that there were all kinds of options… gay, solo, lingerie, cross-dressing… You could see that lots of people didn’t want to show their faces, but that didn’t detract from it at all.

“That would be so cool to post pics on-line, and think about the people looking at you. Have you ever posted anything yourself?” Joe asked.

I hesitated. I had, but I didn’t know if I wanted to admit it. Joe sensed something was up.

“You have, haven’t you?” Joe said. I kept my mouth shut, but smiled.

“Come on,” said Joe. “Show me your posts.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’d feel a little embarrassed.”

“Come on, you’ve let the whole world see. Why not me?”

I couldn’t help it: my cock was starting to tent up in my shorts. I thought about rearranging myself to try to hide it, but I knew that would just draw attention to it. That’s when I glanced at Joe’s waist: he was tenting up too! Fuck it, I thought, and I brought up my posting page.

I had four separate posts. The first one was titled “in my hotel.” Joe leaned over me, took the mouse and opened up that page. There were five pictures of me: I was on a bed, naked (and shaved), playing with my hard cock. Joe scrolled through the pictures.

“Wow,” he said. “You’ve got quite the hardon there!”

I didn’t know if he meant right now or in the pictures. Because it was both. I reached into my shorts and adjusted myself.

“Uh, yeah,” I said, “I guess I’m a bit of an exhibitionist.” I glanced at Joe’s crotch again. He was definitely harder.

The next post was a video of me jacking off, and Joe brought that one up. We both watched as I jerked off. The video was less than a minute long, and after I came on my belly and hand, I licked some of the cum off of my hand. You couldn’t see my face, but you could see that that was what I was doing.

“Fuck!” said Joe. “That was great.” He scrolled down to some of the comments that had been posted. “And look at these comments! People loved seeing you cumming and then licking it up.”

I was feeling a bit embarrassed again. “Yeah, I don’t really do that so often, but when I was videoing it, I just felt like doing that, knowing people would be seeing it.”

Then we moved on to the next posting. This was the one I wasn’t looking çağlayan escort forward to sharing so much. It was titled “My wife was out…” and it had pictures of me wearing a black lace teddy. Joe brought up the first picture — I was sitting on my couch (again my face wasn’t showing) and the teddy was covering my cock. In the next picture, my hard cock was poking out from the crotch of the teddy. There were about eight poses, some showing my butt, some showing my cock. I looked pretty good, I have to say.

“Holy shit!” said Joe. “Does your wife know you wear her lingerie?”

“Well,” I said, “she kind of does. Actually, we bought that one together. Sometimes we go to thrift stores and buy lingerie there. When we bought that one, it was for me. We bought that when we were on a weekend away. We took it back to the hotel room, she put on a purple thing that we bought, I put on that one and we fucked like crazy. The neat thing about it is that it only cost a couple of bucks, so we don’t mind if we rip it or cum all over it. And when I put it on I can’t help thinking that it used to be owned by some woman, who no doubt got fucked while she was wearing it too!”

“Wow,” said Joe. He was rubbing his crotch through his shorts now, and I realized that I was too. “I can’t believe it.” He hesitated. “You know, I’ve done that too. Bought lingerie at a second-hand store. I feel so self-conscious when I do it though.”

“Yeah, me too,” I said. “That’s why I only do it when I’m out of town. Maybe the sales lady thinks I’m getting it for myself, maybe she doesn’t. In a way, I kind of hope she does. Makes it even hotter for me.”

“Yeah, uh…” Joe hesitated again. Then he went to one of the drawers, opened it, and pulled out a green, silky item, and held it up. It was another teddy. “Actually, I’ve done that too. Shopped at second-hand stores. I bought this one on this trip.” He was looking kind of embarrassed, but his cock looked like it was trying to explode out of his shorts.

“I go in there and I am in so much of a hurry… I bought this one, and it was actually too small for me.” He hesitated again. “It might fit you though.”

I was taken aback for a moment. “You want me to try it on?” I asked.

“Uh, well, uh… I thought maybe you might…” Joe was getting flustered. So was I, but I was also getting incredibly horny. What the fuck, I thought.

“Sure, give it to me,” I said. And I took it and went into the bathroom to change.

I dumped my clothes on the bathroom floor and put it on. As I was about to put it on, I noticed the tell-tale stains of cum on the belly of the teddy. I paused for an instant, then ran my fingers over the cum stain. Well, I thought, maybe he couldn’t put it on, but that didn’t stop him from jacking off on it. The thought got me even hornier, if that was possible. It was a tight fit — just the way I liked it — and you could see the outline of my hard cock underneath it. A wet spot was showing through at the tip of my cock from the pre-cum. I was leaking a lot of pre-cum.

I looked at myself in the mirror. The sides were cut high, exposing my butt cheeks. The crotch was narrow: one testicle was showing on either side from the front, and on the rear it rode inside my butt cheeks. I looked slutty and awesome and I loved it.

I opened the door, a bit nervously. It was one thing to dress up for my wife, but for another guy?

“Wow,” Joe said. “That looks so hot.”

“Thanks,” I said, running my hands up and down my sides, then over my cock. “I feel kind of sexy and pretty and slutty… but I found something…” and I ran my hands over my belly. “Is this a cum stain? Did you cum on this already?” I rubbed my fingers over the cum stain and then brought my fingers up to lips, and licked them. God, I was being so slutty!

“Yeah,” he said. “Sorry, but…”

“That’s okay,” I said. “I have a feeling we’re going to get a lot more cum on these pretty quickly.” And with that I reached over to him and put my hand on his cock, outside of his shorts. Joe moaned, and put his hands around me. That was all the encouragement I needed.

“I’m such a slut,” I said, as I kneeled down in front of Joe. “Let’s take these clothes off.” And I pulled his shorts down, revealing his hard, shaved cock. “mmm…” I said, then I put his cock in my mouth. I had never done anything like this before, but it felt so natural, and fucking awesome. I played with his cock with my mouth some more and then stood up.

“Let’s çankaya escort get the rest of these clothes off,” I said, and pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. I rubbed his chest with my hands, and then rubbed my body against his. My green silk teddy was between us, and it felt so nice rubbing our bodies together. Our cocks rubbed together, with the silk between us. Delicious!

He was only wearing his socks. Men look a little ridiculous wearing only socks, so they were coming off next. “Let’s take your socks off,” I said, and moved him over to the couch, and sat him down in it. I turned my back to him, sat down on his lap, and leaned down to reach for his feet. As I did so, I pushed by ass up against his cock and hips, the bare skin of my butt rubbing against him. Joe’s hand came to my sides, rubbing me up and down. I pulled off one sock, and sat up. As I did so, Joe’s hands came forward to my cock, rubbing it through the silk. God, that felt so good! I leaned forward again, pushed my butt back against him, and pulled off the other sock.

I stood up and faced Joe. My crotch was at his eye level, and he was staring at it. “Stand up,” I said, and held out my hands to him. Joe took my hands, and I helped him up. We stood facing each other, and then hugged ourselves tightly together, rubbing our bodies together as hard as we could. I put my arms around his back, and Joe’s hands grabbed my ass and pulled our hips together, and we rubbed against each other.

But I wanted something else. I broke our embrace and pushed ourselves apart. Giving Joe a smile I got down on my knees in front of him, took his hard cock in my hands and put it in my mouth. I had never given a guy a blowjob before, but I was determined to do it now. I put that cock in my mouth, jerked it with one hand, and put the other hand on his butt.

Joe started moaning, and I looked up at him and said “cum for me. I want this sexy teddy covered in cum.” And I put my mouth back on his cock.

“Oh, yeah,” Joe was saying, over and over. I knew he was close, and soon I felt a spurt of cum in my mouth. Part of me wanted it all in my mouth, and part of me wanted it spurting all over me. I took his cock out of my mouth and pointed it first at my face, then at my chest. Joe had four or five good shots, and when it seemed like he was finished, back into my mouth he went and I licked up the last drops.

I stood up and looked in the mirror. I had cum on my face; and there was a ribbon of cum hanging from my chin. The front of my green silk teddy had three distinct spurts of cum on it, was dripping down towards my belly and the hard cock that was outlined under the green silk. I wished I had a camera to preserve that look. My hand reached for my cock, and as I did so, Joe came up behind me and put his arms around me. His hands cupped my chest, rubbing the cum into me and spreading it over. Then his hands moved lower, rubbing my cock through the teddy.

He moved his hands back up, into the cum again. I watched in the mirror as one cummy hand made its way up. He put his hand up in front of my mouth, and I started licking the cum off of it. The other cummy hand went back to my cock, this time going underneath the teddy, and grabbing it. He pushed the crotch of the teddy aside, and pulled out my cock. He then started jerking me off with his cum-covered hand. I watched this in the mirror, and it wasn’t long before I was spurting my own cum. Joe leaned me back in towards him, and pointed my cock at my belly, so the cum could land on the teddy. Then he rubbed my cock and my cum into the green silk as I watched.

Slowly we separated, then faced each other. “Wow,” I said.

“Yeah,” said Joe. “That was really something.” Then he smiled.

I smiled back. I didn’t know quite what to say, but I knew that, strange as this encounter was, I thoroughly enjoyed it and regretted nothing. I looked back at the mirror. There I was, wearing a silky green teddy, covered in cum, and smiling from ear to ear. I pointed to the teddy. “Can I keep this?” I asked. “Sure,” Joe said. “It looks great on you.”

“Is it the teddy or the cum that looks so good?” I asked with a smile.

“I think it’s the combination.”

“I think so too. I better get back to my room.” I grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom and wiped the cum off of my face. After thinking about it for a second, I put my shorts and t-shirt on over the teddy. Joe watched me. ” I want to feel slutty just a little bit longer,” I said to him with a grin.

With the t-shirt and shorts on, you couldn’t tell that I was wearing anything underneath. Some of the jizz soaked through to present a wet spot on my t-shirt, but it just looked like sweat stains.

“See you at the conference.” I said, as I left his room.

The conference had two more days to go.

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