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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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WOW, “it” finally happened!!! I had had my first sex, and it was with a fellow monk in the monastery. It was great.

I was a 20 year old virgin and had fantasized about both woman and men. I distinctly remember “wanting” Sally and Roberta in grade school and Cathy and Bonnie in high school boarding school. Never did anything about those feelings and practiced my vow of celibacy to the letter. I had great fantasies about women, and jacked off to erotic fantasies of women. I was hooked on fantasy and self-pleasure.

I had become a monk and was sent to a small town in Indiana for my novitiate. Noviate is a time to ponder vocations and the religious order I was joining. The place sucked. We were isolated, mistreated and just plain miserable.

I continued my nightly jack off sessions dreaming of Sally, Roberta Cathy and Bonnie. I also noticed that another “Brother” who was my classmate was starting to openly “flirt” with me. I did not have any feelings for Brother “TML”, but loved the attention that I was getting. It was like “dating” in the outside world. He would shower me with attention and always would take the seat next to me. He would seek me out for conversation and during our limited “rec” time. I enjoyed the devotion and the submissive behavior by Brother “TML”. I really hadn’t thought about much more than “Sister TML” performing duties which I did not want to do. He would always show up and help with my monastic chores and sit down beside çekmeköy escort me during REC times and TV times on Sunday evenings. I enjoyed the flirting and Brother’s help. I started feeling a “crush” towards Brother. I still jacked off to thoughts of women, but would often have flashes of “TML” blowing me or of me shooting off on him.

It happened. During a monthly Name’s Day celebration where the Novices could drink cheap wine, I got a total buzz. “Sister” followed me to my room where I invited him to come in. Our rooms did not have chairs, so we sat on my single monastic bed. I don’t to this day remember who started, but soon I was on top of Brother, dry humping him/her until I came. He was totally blissed out, and I sure the hell was too. I finally had a human contact to go with my fantasies. We did the dry hump sessions many times during the following weeks. Then, it started with Brother/”Sister” taking my cock and slathering it with Vaseline and beating me off till I would come and come and then come some more. He was happy to give and not receive. I was ecstatic to finally have my come land in someone’s hand other than mine.

It soon became a tad kinkier. Brother “TML” asked me to spank him while he jacked me off. I was happy to oblige. He handed me a mini-whip which I used on him with great pleasure. About this time we also started frenching and I would kiss and bite on his -girl titties for hours. I would also çeşme escort give her hickeys all over her body, “Sister” would give me love bites all over my body, I relished giving him/her hickeys on her neck where they could be seen by the others brothers in our community. loved the dominance and having my boy-slave “do me” whenever I desired.

I desired “Sister’s” hand jobs a lot. We would often have twice-daily “good loving/ good scourging” sessions as often as our monastic schedules allowed. He too, was in heaven servicing me and getting his ass whipped and spanked. I was very happy to oblige my boy-toy and often would raise red welts on his pure white monastic ass. I loved the power.

Again, our “games” changed. Brother / Sister “TML” started kissing and licking my balls and my cock and wanting me to whip his ass harder and harder. I was totally into it. He paid very special attention to my cock head and licked it like I were a human lollipop. He would always stop and let me come on his hands or on his tits. I finally convinced Brother “TML” to let me cum gallons in his willing monastic, cherry, mouth. All I had to do was beat his ass and take incredible pleasure. I loved it. Sister’s mouth was taking hot streams of my cum and she moaned with passion, excitement and obedience every time that I came in her mouth. Bother / Sister never swallowed, but swirled my cum like a fancy French sauce in her mouth.

I also convinced cihangir escort Brother “TML” to let me ass fuck him. I would only Vaseline and fuck his cheeks, no penetration, but again I came and pleasured myself for hours. Brother was my cum toy. He wanted more and more and he would take his daily whippings as he lay on his stomach until he too came and came again. I wanted to dominate and make him beg to blow me and let me cheek fuck him. He was mine. I was his cum master. “Sister” “TML” was my obedient, docile slave, cum receptacle and my “toy”. I certainly enjoyed his blow jobs and his total submission to me and to my cock. I loved the whippings and spankings which made him totally compliant, begging for more and more. Brother “TML” was mine, and she gave me great fulfilling pleasure and a place to park my cock during our monastic free times. Damn, I was happy to “give” and certainly to receive.

OH, Brother/Sister TML, I still fantasize about your service to your Master. I still lust when I jack off thinking that it’s your mouth of your ass that I am cumming in. I loved your attention. I loved when you called me: “Master!” I loved having my cock in your mouth and embedded in your ass cheeks. I loved your lollipop sucks and beating your ass raw. 30 years later, and I still miss waking up with you giving me a good morning blow job.

I have had other women, but no one has adored and worshiped my cock like you. I want to cum in your mouth and have you swallow. I want to fuck your cherry, white ass raw. I want you on your hands and knees begging to “do your master” and to swallow and swallow and be my boy-toy, fuck muffin, cum receptacle as I again whip and beat my boy toy’s ass with paddles, whips and chains.

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Alex and Callum headed back up the elevator of their four-story apartment building, both incredibly drunk and giggling at various dumb jokes they batted back and forth. It was that kind of mood.

They’d spent the night puddle-jumping around neighborhood dives that were all doing big celebrations and green beer festivities for St. Patrick’s Day.

For two guys in college, St. Patrick’s Day was the kind of day you lived for. They’d both had a couple of near misses as far as bringing ladies back to the apartment went, but that was okay. The more they drank, the more the night became a giant adventure of barhopping, bonding, pool, shuffleboard, shots, green beer, and great times between long-time best friends.

When they stumbled back into the apartment the booze energy was still flowing through both of them. They grabbed a six pack from the fridge and headed to their living room couch where many a video game and fantasy league had been agonized over.

Callum reached into the ottoman drawer and grabbed a can where they kept their pre-rolls. The boys cracked open a lager, lit up a joint, and quickly melted into the relaxation of a long weekend where they could turn their school stresses off and just get fucked up.

“Happy fucking St. Paddy’s day, dude.” Alex declared as they clinked their bottles together. The strong-jawed brunette nodded his hair which was coifed in a sort of military college, goody-two-shoes, but it worked for him. Callum was a bit more on the shaggy surfer side, with more of a left-to-its-own-devices blond mess of a thing. They were Abercrombie and Pac Sun in comparison. Both guys were good looking and it was actually a rare occasion where at least one of them didn’t bring some sexy girl home for some consensual all-nighters.

As the weed slowly seeped in and settled with the mix of their sixth and then sevenths drinks, they were firmly cross-faded in a way that neither of them could even begin to admit.

“Dude I feel my body vibrating.” Callum, fell further back into the couch. They were sitting together and their bodies had just sort of naturally gotten closer as they sunk into the stereotypically old couch passed down from such-and-such family member.

“Seriously, this weed is fucking STRONG. Is this a new strain or something?” Alex asked, also feeling like his body was melting into the couch at this point. Their point of gravity was relaxed, giggly, and Dead Sea low.

“Yeah, I bought it last week. This one is supposed to be really good for sex they said and I figured we’d have some girls back here tonight. . .Oh well!” They both cracked up laughing. They were so stoned that the room was heavy. Their bodies could definitely feel the physical comfort of this strain. Nothing hurt. Everything felt easy. They were definitely finding a new sort of energy.

“Hey, dude,” Alex said suddenly, “this weed is fucking incredible. I am really fucking horny right now. Your dealer was definitely correct on the description. Can you imagine fucking a sexy girl on this? Her ass just bouncing back onto your cock?” Alex reached his hands out and made the shape of a beautiful ass even as he took another swig of his beer.

Callum looked over at his friend. He was really relaxed and happy in that moment. “Dude, that sounds incredible. I’m definitely stoned like. . .me too. . .me too!” Callum’s words came out clumsily. “It’s really fucking good.” He gulped a little nervously now. “I know this is gonna sound crazy but, do you maybe wanna watch some porn with me?”

Alex looked at his friend with surprise. That was definitely a little bit more intimate than anything they’d ever done before. They’d walk around the apartment naked but that was mostly to troll each other as a joke, and both of them had walked into the apartment while the other was having sex on the couch. So it wasn’t so weird to think they might be totally fine watching porn together.

But they were both sooo horny, who the fuck cared if another guy got to watch them jack off, anyway?

“Actually, yes, that sounds like a really good idea.”

Callum grabbed the remote and Alex went over to turn up the thermostat in the room.

They rejoined each other on the couch with their legs barely touching. There was a nervousness in the room as Callum pulled up his favorite porn website and quickly started scrolling through categories.

“Threesome?” Callum asked.

“Fuck yes.” Alex chimed immediately. He was excited. They were both excited.

Callum quickly set to finding a video and when he’d finally selected one they both got ready.

The film started slowly with two college girls in a classroom. The storyline was for shit but it’s exactly the level of kinky that both boys were feeling. This was that, need-to-jack-off-horny that comes around at peek bodily substance levels.

“Welp, here goes nothing,” Callum said as he unzipped his jeans and pulled then off. Alex followed suit.

Both guys had toned and muscular legs. Both were alsancak escort able to appreciate their friend’s physique. They’d always done well in all the various dating departments so it wasn’t any surprise that they’d recognize this about each other.

By the time the girls on the video were sixty-nining each other while their lingerie was still half-on and pulled to the side, Callum and Alex had truly raging hard-ons poking through the tight cotton of their boxer briefs.

It was a game of chicken. Alex clucked first. He pulled his cock out of his boxer briefs and made a challenging face at Callum when he did it. Callum was shocked at the size of Alex’s cock. He was thick, and veiny. It was a man’s cock.

Callum had to match his friend. He pulled his boxers off too and now they were both jacking off next to each other. They continued to watch the video even as they stole glances of each other’s technique. The room was getting warm. Alex also noticed how big Callum was, maybe barely an inch shorter than his own seven inch beast but equally as thick which Alex always appreciated. A thick cock seemed better than a super long cock.

At some point, the closeness got closer. Callum bravely swung his right leg over Alex’s left. It was nice to feel someone else’s skin against them as they jacked off. Both of them got harder from the contact which they both were mentally battling the meaning of. They avoided eye contact as their bodies began to rub against each other.

“That weed was POWERFUL SHIT!” Alex said again and they both laughed. They were horny and goofy and all the marvelous feelings wrapped up in this moment. No one was going to see them. No one was going to walk in that door and see what they were doing. It was private and sexy.

By the time the professor arrived in the video the girls were gladly sharing his huge cock between them.

“Dude that is a beautiful cock.” Callum said and Alex laughed, but his friend was right. It was an objectively perfect cock.

“Yeah, I’m straight, but I gotta admit, that is a really nice cock.” They both smiled at each other with a sort of dumb grin.

They stroked their cocks silently for a while, enjoying the sensual blowjob on the screen and the way both girls lovingly licked the cock with total devotion. Alex was watching Callum’s cock more and more as they played. It was just strangely fascinating to be this close to another hard cock.

“New video?” Alex decided for them before he got the answer.

He’d picked another threesome video in the suggested video tabs. Only this one was a little different. This one had two guys and one girl.

Alex hadn’t realized he’d picked a bisexual video until it was a few minutes in. Callum laughed at and whacked Alex’s leg with his hand, when the boys started stroking each other’s cocks with the girl’s encouragement. Alex went to change the video and Callum pushed his hand away from the remote as they both slumped back down.

“No, fuck it. Let’s watch this. The girl is super hot.” Callum said back and Alex felt his breathing getting quicker. What the fuck was happening between them? They were going to watch bi porn together. Neither of them had stopped jacking off though. They stroked themselves gently as they watched, getting more and more nervous of the moment.

Callum was grinding his leg a little bit more over Alex’s leg as they continued to jack their cocks. Neither boy had lost their boner. In fact, they had both gotten even harder if that was even possible, even as the girls simply pushed the two boys together and encouraged them to start making out while they jacked each other.

“Have you ever wanted to touch a cock?” Alex asked honestly. He couldn’t believe he was able to say it out loud.

“I haven’t actually really thought of it much, but I think maybe I would. Would you?” Callum asked, looking more at his friend now as they jacked off. The video was background as they played an intense game of mental seesaw. This was all brand new. They were off script as far as what the fuck they thought was going on.

“Yeah. . .do. . .do you wanna try?” Alex suggested.

Both boys could feel their breathing getting super shallow. Neither of them wanted to admit how nervous they both were in that moment. Callum looked down as Alex took his hand off of his throbbing cock. It was intimidating to take it all in without Alex’s hand covering it.

Callum didn’t say anything. His right hand slipped off his own cock, and slowly moved back to where Alex’s cock poked out. He grabbed it and wrapped his fingers around another cock for the first time in his life as Alex allowed his best friend to take over. Alex couldn’t believe how nervous he was. Callum’s heart was beating out of his chest. He was holding an actual cock in his hand. His fingers were wrapped around his best friend’s very hard dick.

They were both extremely horny.

Callum loved the way Alex’s dick felt like a steel altıeylül escort pole of a muscle. It was so invigorating to feel something so familiar and yet so terrifying all at once. This was another guy’s dick, not his own. It was attached to Alex’s pleasure. He slowly started to rub his fingers up and down, beginning a deliberately slow handjob, feeling every vein and bulge and discovering the strange feeling of a slightly different cock than his own.

Alex finally worked up his own bravery. He reach over with his left hand and began stroking Callum. Both guys jacked off another cock for the first time ever. It was incredible to feel another hard cock pulsing in your hand. They both marveled at how simultaneously soft and hard a cock could be. It was mesmerizing. Their mutual masturbation caused them both to grind their bodies together as they stared at each other’s cocks the whole time.

Callum felt harder than he could ever remember being. He pushed his leg down hard onto Alex’s leg. He was feeling very sexy all of a sudden with his friend as they played like this. It was an unexpected passion.

They laid back and sunk further down on the couch, enjoying the intense feeling of being stoned and horny and nervous as fuck all at once. On the video, the two sexy boys were now jacking each other off in a sixty-nine position with their cocks incredibly close to each other’s mouths. The girl was kissing all up and down their midsections and chests, making them both feel secure and sexy, encouraging their kinkiness.

“Dude, this feels really fucking good.” Callum said, and Alex looked over at his friend dreamily. They were both incredibly horny and very much enjoying each other’s hands on each other’s cocks.

“Do you wanna lay down like that?” He pointed to the video. Alex nodded again. Callum knew what he wanted and Alex thought he probably also did, but at least they could pretend they were still just helping each other out.

Callum, laid down on the outside of the couch on his side and Alex laid against the back of the couch. There was just enough room for both of them but their cocks were immediately made very close to each other’s faces.

They continued to jack each other off like this. Callum grabbed Alex’s upper thigh. Alex did the same.

Then Callum did something very daring. Alex felt as his friend kissed the top of his thigh where his leg matched up with his pubic bone. Both of them had big smears of precum oozing out over each other’s hands as they jacked each other.

Then Alex mirrored the action. He kissed Callum’s thigh, dragging his tongue through a bunch of hair that stretched up from his leg.

The boys began a very unexpected mutual make-out session with each other’s upper leg, thigh, and lower stomach. It was one giant cock tease.

They jacked each other silently the whole time, occasionally letting out nervous little moans as the tension built and they enjoyed the stimulation of being slowly jacked off.

Callum was feeling braver. He dragged his lips further down Alex’s body and kissed the skin just above his balls, and to the side of his balls, against his inner leg. His nose pressed into Alex’s balls and both boys were just about ready to explode. Callum could feel as Alex copied the move again, this time though, he went further, and his tongue reached out and licked the very base of Callum’s balls.

Callum shuddered and as he turned his mouth and continued jacking Alex, he simply couldn’t wait any fucking more.

Alex moaned out loud as he felt his best friend place his cock against his lips. Callum opened his mouth just wide enough to slide Alex in. He was so turned on and he couldn’t believe he had another guy’s raging boner inside his mouth. Alex was also shocked at how good it felt to have Callum sucking on him.

Callum felt like his heart was gonna explode out of his chest. He had a real live cock in his mouth for the first time ever. He had spent a lifetime sucking as much pussy as he could, and now here he was, experiencing an actual hard cock for the first time in his life, and it was strangely addicting right from the beginning.

He loved the musk and the taut muscles of the cock in front of him, and the strangely spongy head that was connected to this firm toy. He loved the salty-sweet precum that he slurped up over and over again as his tongue snaked around the head of his friend’s cock like his last girlfriend had often done to him. He was improvising off of everything he had ever known he liked with girls and of all the porn he had watched. He pulled his teeth as far back as he could and breathed through his nose as he desperately tried to suck as much Alex’s seven inches into his mouth as he could.

Alex was so turned on that he immediately brought his own mouth over to Callum’s protruding joystick and took his tongue to the base of his shaft, where he slowly licked his way up a big cock for the first in his life.

One boy altınordu escort deepthroated. The other lollipopped.

They sucked like this for a while, until eventually they were both just making out with each other’s cocks. Alex and Callum loudly slurped as they sucked each other passionately, pulling each other’s crotches to their faces by gripping each other’s asses for leverage. Alex spanked Callum’s ass even as he bobbed hungrily on his cock.

This was sixtynining for the horniest boys.

Both of them were marveling at all of these first time experiences going on in their head. But they were so stoned and drunk and horny that all the typical social barriers were completely gone. After the nervous first few moments subsided, the cocksucking gloves were off, and they were clearly competitive.

What happened next was the most furious five minutes of cock-sucking devotion that that had ever taken place in the history of that apartment complex—a thousand unit complex mind you. And this included all the girls that had gladly bounced their mouths on these two beautiful cocks previously. It was cock sucking devotion.

Callum and Alex sucked their first cocks with a reckless and joyful abandon. Neither of them came. They were too stoned and nervous at the same time to get there yet. But that was probably for the best.

When they finally came up for air it was Callum to make the next move.

He sat up and pulled Alex up next to him and the boys immediately began to make out. They could taste each other’s cocks and smells all over their mouths and it was strangely hot. Kissing a guy was different. It was powerful and needy and desperate. It was a mirror image of the type of physical greed that sometimes takes place in the mind of a guy. Neither of them had to slow down. They could rev each other up and keep going. And they did. This was nature unleashed. This was the hot coals of instinctual need.

“Holy fuck.” Alex said, as he and Callum met each other on their knees now on the couch. Their hands ran through each other’s hair as they rubbed their very hard cocks together and sucked on each other’s lips and tongues. It was a very naughty make-out session. It was the type of make-out you had with someone that you knew you were about to fuck all night.

Alex pushed Callum back on the couch and continued their needy kissing. He grinded his dick against his friend as their tongues battled and at some point, that natural changing of position had his cock pressed into the bottom of Callum’s balls.

Callum didn’t mind that Alex was taking charge. He unexpectedly liked it. He had unexpectedly liked a lot of things on this night, and his hard-on continued to throb with want more of whatever they were doing.

Alex stopped all of a sudden and grabbed the preroll from the table. They both took another giant hit without asking any questions (it had clearly helped them get this far) and then went back to making out.

Both of them immediately felt the dizzying power that the weed had in knocking down any remaining semblance of a doubt.

Callum even lifted his legs so that they were around Alex’s waist now. Alex grabbed his cock with his hand and positioned it at the opening of Callum’s very virgin ass. Callum was as excited and nervous as he could ever remember being. He couldn’t believe he had an actual hard cock poking into his asshole.

He didn’t know if he wanted this. But also, he very much wanted this.

Alex began to rub his cock against Callum’s tight buns as they continued making out. His cockhead dragged slowly through the whisps of tiny hairs and skin that dotted the crevice of Callum’s crack, sending shivers up his spine.

Their tongues were more desperate with every second. It was a really good fucking kissing session—the kind where you take your time and don’t take for granted a single part of your partner’s lips, chin, nose, neck, tongue, teeth, eyes.

As their sweat built up over the course of them kissing, Alex’s dick began to slip further into the wedge of Callum’s buns. Callum purposefully spread his legs further to try to get Alex’s cock appropriately lined up. They were both building towards a similar goal.

He could feel the tip of Alex’s rock hard penis starting to enter him as they grinded and he was loving every second of it. He had an actual cock slightly pushed into his body and that was a mental mind fuck that his brain had never experienced, even through all the weed and booze and naturally horny nature of such things.

Alex stopped kissing Callum for a second and put some fingers surprisingly into his friend’s mouth. Callum understood what he wanted and immediately sucked on his friend’s fingers like he had been sucking on his cock earlier. He made them as wet as he could. He spit and lathered all over them with as much juice as his marijuana dry mouth could muster. When Alex finally took them out Callum reached over for his beer and took another giant swig.

He felt his body pulse with excitement as Alex reached down and covered his dick and his slippery asshole with more lubrication.

They continued kissing as Alex lined up his cock better.

Callum arched his hips to make the connection happen.

“Alex. . .” Callum moaned in a voice he hardly recognized.

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It was nearly two weeks since Robert and had a wank in the front seat of my car while we watched the sun-set. I was deep in thought as I shower, rubbing the soap over my cock and balls. I felt good and Horney as the water flowed over my body. I was just thinking when we could get together so I can give him his first fuck, and I hope not the last fuck. Then I heard the wife calling me asking when I am going to town to pick up the mobile phone that was in the shop for repair. I shouted that I would be two minutes.

I dried myself still feeling Horney. I dressed in blue jeans, put on a green tank top, got down stairs picked up the phone receipt, and began my walk to the shop. Robert lives in the same street only three doors away. As I passed his garden gate I looked quickly at his house, I could see him in the kitchen window; he saw me and beckoned me to stop. I slowed my walk hoping he would come out, he did so, I stopped turned to face him as he came up to me.

“Hi Robert, how are you” I said.

“I’m OK – just letting you know that my mum and dad are away on Saturday till Sunday on a Christian week-end. – How are you fixed for a ‘do’ Saturday night” he said.

We spoke for a few minutes then agreed I come around his place about 8pm on Saturday night for a few hours. I pointed out that I would need to give an excuse to the wife that I will be going out for a bar drink for the evening and will be back about 11pm. This agreed I continued my walk into town leaving Robert with that big sexy smile that I saw for the first time some two weeks ago.

I did my best to keep my mind off the session that Robert and I agreed on for Saturday night. However, at times images would enter my mind, thoughts of him bent over and my cock sliding into his arse, or him jacking off over my face as my finger works wonders in his anus. Saturday arrived; I keep busy all day to help keep my mind off Robert. I was hoping to see him during the day just to make sure that all was OK for tonight.

During dinnertime at about 6pm, I told the wife that I was out for a drink tonight and should be back about 11pm. She seemed OK with that. I showered and was able to resist a wank. I put some nice body spray all over me. Got dressed in my best jeans, which showed off my crutch and shirt putting a nice jacket on making certain that the small tube of KJ jelly was hidden in the in-side pocket, it was now 7-30 as I sat in the armchair waiting for 8 o’clock to come. The wife commented that I looked good and sexy and was I out with some chick, we both busted out with laughter bayrampaşa escort at the idea. Little did she know that I was about to fuck a young man soon.

8pm came so I kissed the wife saying that I will be back about 11pm and went thorough the front door. I had to be careful not to be seen going to Roberts house, so I walked down the road to the entrance to a back allay that gave access to the back of the houses. I slowly walked along the alley until I got to Roberts back gate. I hesitated at the gate hoping that Roberts mum and dad had truly gone off to the Christian weekend, if not then I would be in trouble having to make up some story why I needed to see Robert. I took a deep breath opened the gate, walked up the path and knocked on the door.

I waited what seemed ages before I heard someone turning the lock in the door. The door opened and there stood Robert dressed in light blue denim trousers and a cream tank top, he looked nice.

“Come on in Joe – the parents have gone away and will be back tomorrow.” He said.

I stepped inside the kitchen as Robert locked the door. He turned facing me and made some small talk about things we had done over the last few days.

“Shall we go upstairs then” he said.

I indicated yes – sure. We walked up the stairs; he was in front showing me his wonderful arse as we climbed the stairs.

“This is my bedroom” he said as he opened the door. The bedroom was tidy. At one end was his bed, it was a three-quarter size bed. At the other end of the bedroom were a wardrobe and two small chairs. Robert stood in the middle of the room not sure what to do next. I realised that it would be up to me to lead the way.

“Let’s get un-dressed” I whispered.

We silently started to un-dress. First the jacket which I put next to the bed so I can discreetly access the KY jelly, then the shirt and trousers until I was only in my red boxers, he was slower at un-dressing, taking his time to fold his clothes and lay them on the chairs. I watched him, noticing his body shape. Mmmm I thought ‘he is hansom and about to be fucked for the first time’. At last, he was un-dressed except for his light blue boxers. I walked up to him and pressed my crutch up to his. We were both hard, I held his thighs, pulling tight to me, and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. We remained still for a few seconds then I started to kiss his neck.

“Ooo – that’s nice” he said, as I nuzzled my nose against his right ear then sucking on his ear lobe.

“Let’s get beykoz escort into bed – now” I whispered.

We slid off our boxers and slid into the bed, me being on his right side next to him. I lay on my back putting my left arm out; he turned onto his side putting his head on my arm pushing his crutch against my left thigh and his left arm lying over my chest.

“Just lay still for a while” I said.

I could feel his hot cock against my thigh. He slid is hand down and then held my cock, he worked it until I became rock hard and pre-cum leaking from my tip. Has he played with my knob end with his fingers I kissed the top of his head at the same time I stroked his cheek with my right hand. Suddenly he sat up, turned around, and got on top into a 69 position. We wrapped our arms around each other’s bum. He started to lick the pre-cum of the head of my cock. We rolled onto our sides still locked in a 69 position, I pulled my legs up, and his head lay on my thighs. Then he did the same. I could tell from his glistening cock head that if I touched him with my lips he would cum and I didn’t what that yet.

I slid down a little so I could see his anus, it was beautiful, nice and smooth with no ‘pucker’. Robert was in the same position and is viewing my anus, his head was some 6 inches from it. He kept still as I slowly licked my tongue across his balls onto his anus. He gasped I then wrapped my legs around his head and slowly, with increasing pressure, drew his head nearer to my anus until I could feel his breath on my arse. What a turn on this is, and how dirty this is knowing that Robert a young man who’s never been with a man nor a woman before is about to ‘tongue’ my bum then being fucked by me. His resistance ended when I felt his tongue stabbing my hole. I thought ‘that is enough – if I don’t stop now we will both cum’.

I broke away from our 69 position telling Robert that I need to fuck him now. I reached for the KY jelly. Robert asked if he could put the jell on my cock. I got off the bed and stood up with Robert sitting on the edge of the bed. I gave him the jell tube, he screwed the top off and began to squeeze the KY onto my cock. The jell was cold at first, it all ways is. He wrapped his right hand around my cock and squeezing more jell on with his left hand until I told him that is enough. We wiped the jell off our hands, then I got back onto the bed.

I told Robert to get on all fours with his arse in the air. I positioned myself behind him with my knees between his legs. I grabbed his beyşehir escort thigh with my left hand and positioned my cock to his anus. I looked down at him and could see he had his head down resting on his hands facing to my left with his eyes shut. I put my cock head to his entrance with enough pressure so I could shift my hands and with my thumbs stretch open his anus. My dick head slipped in with no resistance. Robert gave a little whimper. I pushed in a little more until I had 3 inches in him, he tightened up on me, and so I stopped pushing. I told him to relax and let me fully in. After some seconds he relaxed and my cock went all the way in, my balls now pressing against him.

Robert moved his head, burying his face into his hands, I brought my right hand under him feeling his soft cock. His is a little frightened I thought. I decided to reassure him. Telling him he is making my cock feel great and he had a lovely body, he turned his face to the side wearing his beautiful smile. I told him to hang on because I will be cumin in about three strokes.

“Ooo – yes – cum inside me – shoot your muck” he groaned.

I held onto his thighs working my cock in and out of his arse, after about three or four strokes my spunk boiled up and I shot four ropes of the white stuff inside him. I collapsed on his back and we sank down onto the bed. I kissed his ear and whispered that was great. My softening cock was still inside him, he slid his hands over mine and intertwined his fingers with my fingers. We lay breathless for a minute just soaking up the nice feeling of post-sex. I whispered to Robert that it is your turn to cum. I lifted myself up, getting a towel to wipe my cock and his arse as he lay there on the bed.

I asked how he would like to cum? He gave no answer so I lay on my back and beckoned him to kneel on the bed with his left leg between my legs close up touching my balls. He did that, then I said for him to raise his right leg in a crouching position so I could put my finger into his arse as he wanked off over me. It took a few seconds to position ourselves. He started to work his cock with his left hand, I slid my left index finger into his anus. He looked at me and started to work his cock faster. His breathing got shallower and quicker, a sign one is about to cum. With my finger in is arse I ‘hooked’ it so as to rub his prostrate gland at the same time I cupped his balls in my hand. That was enough to send Robert over the top.

“Arrr – god – I’m cumin” He screamed.

The first rope landed on my right cheek, the second across my lips and the third across my chest. Robert fell on top of me panting very fast. We rubbed our bodies together spreading his cum all over.

We looked into each others eyes and slowly joined in a French kiss. Robert said that he would like to do that again, perhaps he could fuck me, I smiled.

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“Man, why are we watching this?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, reaching down to readjust myself as my cock stiffened slightly. On the TV, a brunette and redhead were kissing each other between sliding their lips along a long cock as a blonde hiked her dress and sat on the face of the gentleman that owned the tool being so cared for. I was envious as hell and getting hornier by the second.

Keith ignored my question; eyes locked on the screen as he took a swig from the bottle of whiskey and passed it to me without turning away. I reached out to where he held it, far from where I was and snatched it.

“Damn, that is so fucking awesome!” Keith said with what sounded like longing. “Two chicks sucking your dick while you eat out another one—that’s heaven.” Crouched on his knees before my television, he loosely held the VCR remote in one hand and rubbed his bulging crotch through his jeans with the other. No shame on his part, but it wasn’t the first time he’d done it in front of me.

I took a long gulp from the bottle, which was nearing emptiness. I had a very strong buzz bordering on full drunk, but it felt good. I hadn’t drunk like this, especially not with Keith, in some time. Guess that’s what happens when you get older and more responsible. All the fun stuff you used to do regularly gets pushed to the side and more infrequent. We were both off work tomorrow and decided to get drunk and stay up late tonight. I should have known he’d want to watch porn, but I didn’t think about how horny I was, or would get when I got good and sloshed. My girlfriend Sheila was out of state, attending a month-long training seminar to complete her medical degree, which was great for her and very exciting, but when your relationship is still relatively new (only about six months) and the sex is the best you’ve ever had and still going strong, a month is a very long time to be apart. Tonight, with only a week gone, it seemed like forever.

In the porno, the blowjob was progressing wonderfully, the girls trading the amazingly stiff cock back and forth with relish, taking it deep and licking and sucking hard and fast. As one pushed her lips slowly down the shaft, she opened her eyes and gazed at the other where she laid her head on the guy’s hip. Their eyes met in what felt (for a porn) like a very sexy, tender moment of lust and passion. Or that could have just been the alcohol fogging my mind. Whatever it was, I was officially horny as hell and my hardened rod required me to reposition again to sit with my legs spread and leaning back on my couch.

The blowjob on screen ended abruptly, switching to the same foursome now in new positions. The guy was fucking the redhead on a bench (the whole scene took place outdoors) while the blonde and brunette kissed and touched one another. Keith stopped rubbing himself and gestured with the remote.

“Dammit, I wanted to see more of the blowjob. I’m rewinding it.” The image jerked and began speeding backwards as the two girls continued their sucking in reverse at high speed. “Sorry, man, that’s just too good not to watch again.” He looked back at me, and his eyes widened a bit. “I guess you were enjoying it, too.”

It took me a moment to realize he was looking between my legs. I had changed into some sweat pants and a t-shirt when we got to my apartment and the pants did nothing to hide the erection straining the fabric. I should have been embarrassed, but I only looked at it and smiled back at Keith.

“Yeah, well, it was pretty fucking hot,” I replied.

“That’s okay, dude, I’ve got a boner, too.” I laughed when he gestured to his own; as though it was the first time he’d even noticed it. Keith was always a funny, silly drunk, never realizing how idiotic he could sound. He fell silent as he checked to see where the tape was, playing it again, realizing he’d gone too far back to the previous scene and fast-forwarding again.

“You know…”he started, and then quieted for a second, before finally seeming to gather the courage and mentally say what the fuck? “We could help each other out with this.”

“What?” I responded, feigning shock, though I suppose I wasn’t.

Keith cued the tape to the right spot, and then paused it before looking at me again. “Oh, come on, man, don’t act all shocked. It’s not like we never sucked each other off in college.”

“Yeah,” I said, “that was years ago. We didn’t have girlfriends. Hell, I’d never even been laid, yet. We bahçelievler escort got drunk, got horny and got experimental.” Okay, I’ll be honest; I was just going through some motions at this point. His comment and the flood of memories it brought made my cock twitch and swell even more somehow. I was horny as hell and I wanted it taken care of by someone besides myself.

“Yeah, well, not much is different at the moment. I’m between girls, yours is out of town for three more weeks. We’re drunk, we’re horny and we know we can safely experiment with each other.” I didn’t respond. Some lame, guy bullshit part of my brain says that readily agreeing to the desire to have sex with your best male friend is the same thing as admitted to the world that you are completely gay.

The truth is I wouldn’t even consider myself gay, or really bisexual. Guys didn’t interest me on a sexual or attraction level. I would never see a guy somewhere and think that I wanted to have sex with him. I couldn’t fall in love with a man. In fact, I’d never really desired to mess around with any besides Keith. We’d been friends since junior high school. Both of us had grown up geeky and shy. While I was more comfortable with girls, he was better looking and actually started dating before me. But he’d never allowed his girlfriends to become more important than our friendship. He dropped out of college shortly into his first year, but still hung out with me quite often. When we turned 21 in the same month, we bar-hopped together all summer. One night, we both were in the same place we were tonight—drunk, horny, watching porn, no girls around. Though I suppose we both must have been curious about being with a guy to do what we did, I never really thought it could happen. It did, and, thankfully, neither of us regretted or resented it. We stayed friends, perhaps closer than ever, and the experience repeated itself on several occasions, even after he’d started dating someone. When I did, though, an unofficial and unannounced halt was called to it. Now, the opportunity was here, and we both wanted it. I was just too chicken to say so.

When I hadn’t responded, Keith just shrugged. “Well, you don’t mind if I jerk off, do you? I need some relief now.”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” I said, glad that he wasn’t upset at my hesitance. I tossed him a box of tissues. “Just don’t get it on anything.”

“You got it, dude.” He pressed play and looked absolutely giddy as the double blowjob started again. It was only seconds before he had his belt unbuckled, fly open wide and was pulling out his thin, hard rod. Keith moaned softly to himself as he stroked.

Seeing this, I knew I needed to attend to myself as well. Keith always seemed to expose himself first, which gave me full clearance to do so. I pushed down the front of my sweat pants and underwear and let my own raging hard on pop free, grasping it in my cool hand and feeling the heat of it as I squeezed and rubbed and pumped it in my fist.

I listened to Keith moan and groan for a moment as we watched that very sexy scene again. Eventually, my eyes were only on him as he masturbated before me. I wanted to taste his cock again. I wanted to make him come for me. Nothing else mattered right then.

While Keith was lost in himself, I pulled off my clothes quickly and slid off the couch, making my way to him a few feet away, feeling my dick hard and swaying between my legs, so sure of what I wanted to do with my friend again. My hand touched his thigh, he turned to me, surveyed my nakedness, looked into my eyes and saw what I wanted and offered his cock to me, holding it around the base and pointing it my way. I pounced, pushing down and opening my mouth to take him in, closing my lips a little below the sleek head and wrapping them firmly around his shaft. Keith let out a gasp and moaned loudly. We were both in heaven.

I can’t explain what it is that I love about sucking cock—why it is I can’t find anything else sexually appealing about a man, but having a hard, smooth penis in my mouth just feels incredible. Maybe it was just a feeling I enjoyed with Keith. Maybe I’d find blowing another guy repulsive. But servicing my best friend, hearing him moan and beg for me to do this, feeling him get harder in my mouth, his hands rubbing my head, making him come in my mouth and thank me for the experience—it was one of the best feelings I’d ever known. A bakırköy escort different experience from the pleasure I enjoyed giving and receiving with women. Maybe it was the taboo element of it. When I was doing it, I didn’t care.

I began to bathe Keith’s head with my tongue, swirling it all over, covering it in spit. I licked slow circles around the edge of the crown, making his whole cock twitch and his body shiver as he sighed with pleasure and placed one hand on my head, caressing my hair while his other hand slid over my back, shoulder and arm. I flicked the tip of my tongue up and down the cleft of his cockhead and twisted it gently at the hole. I reached up a hand to grasp his shaft just above his balls and slowly stroked. I was rewarded with a jewel of precum. I pulled my mouth away, but kept my tongue there and drew the drop from the tip slowly.

“Oh, yeah,” Keith groaned. “You like tasting my cum, don’t you?” I sucked the droplet into my mouth, looked up at him and nodded.

“You know I do,” I replied. I tugged his pole in my fist for a moment. “Why don’t we move this to the bedroom, buddy? Get more comfortable, get you naked and suck each other dicks as long as we want?”

Keith smiled with lust. I stood up before him and started to turn away, but he stopped me, placing his hands on my thighs. I gazed down at my oldest friend as he raised his eyes to look up my body, past my swollen cock and grinned at me, before refocusing on something else. Rising on his knees, he quickly and hungrily placed his hand on my rod and licked the underside from the base all the way up the up to the head, before teasing it with his tongue. When he kissed the bulbous purple head of my cock, I felt weak in the knees.

Keith had always been fascinated with my cock much like I had been with his because we had two very different organs. His is long, sleek, thin, and almost bullet-like with a slight curve. Mine was a half inch or so shorter, but much thicker and I had a much larger head that swells unexpectedly when fully aroused.

Keith sucked the head quickly between his lips, licking it and slipping his lips around the edge. I cursed and urged him to take more. He did, slowly, teasingly pushing his lips further and further. It wasn’t long before he had taken my entire, throbbing length into his mouth, holding it there and sliding his tongue about the shaft.

I breathed deeply and tried to maintain some control over my raging emotions and excitement. I didn’t want to come so soon, so early in our play. I wanted to enjoy Keith’s careful attentions and, more importantly, I wanted to attend to him. In our past encounters, I had always been more interested in pleasuring him than getting anything for myself, though he’d never failed to offer and return the favors. Tonight, though, I wanted the full experience with my friend, and I know he felt the same.

Keith’s lips began to slide up and down me, stopping at my head before moving back down to the base. The feeling was incredible and I moaned my approval. “Oh, fuck, Keith, that’s…that feels amazing.”

In response, he started bobbing faster and harder. I gripped his shoulders and literally growled as his tongue tweaked my dickhead furiously at one point. My whole body involuntarily shuddered and I nearly lost my balance, but Keith’s hands, which had been caressing up and down my legs reached up to my ass to hold me steady. He pulled his mouth away and looked up at me.

“Liked that, didn’t you?” He licked his lips and impulsively kissed the tip of my staff. I nodded quietly and smiled at my friend, excited and still shivering slightly. “You know,” he went on, “I don’t remember enjoying sucking your dick so much, but I can’t get enough of it right now.” He sucked it a few more, quick times before standing up abruptly. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I followed my erection as he walked ahead of me, stripping off his shirt. Once in my bedroom, he flipped on the somewhat dim lamp and removed his pants and boxers. Turning to me in all his naked glory (and I’ll admit, though male nudity is not what turns me on, Keith is a good looking guy in good shape), I gazed at his penis, hard, pointed and, I was certain, aching for my touch. I nearly dropped back to my knees to devour him, but he stepped close to me and brought our cocks together, wrapping a hand around both and stroking them in tandem. He felt so hot against me, so başakşehir escort perfect. Precum now oozed from both of us and his thumb swirled it across our tips, slick and warm.

“God,” he breathed, “I can’t believe we’re doing this again. It’s been too long.” I only nodded, unable to speak as each smooth jerk of our dicks against one another clouded my mind with pleasure. Keith had never been this slow and sensual before, preferring usually to suck and get sucked and be on our merry ways. Not that I was upset with this. Unexpected, but not unpleasant. It only increased my aching desire for my friend. My eyes were half closed, my hips grinding with the mutual masturbation when I felt Keith’s other hand traveling up my back to my neck and the back of my head. I focused my eyes to see him leaning in to me, his eyes closing, lips pursed.

Without hesitation (which amazed me in later retrospect), we kissed deeply. Kissing a guy is certainly different from a woman. Rougher, less subtle. Keith’s goatee scratched the skin around my own stubble. Our tongues stabbed at one another as our bodies, hot and sweaty, melded together. Our hands ran across our skin, tracing muscles on our backs. My fingertips dug into his ass and pulled our torsos tightly together, our powerful poles side by side.

Still kissing and touching, we made our way onto my bed. When we were lying side by side, we broke the kiss. Keith growled in his throat at me and kissed my neck and chest before suckling and gently biting my nipple. I let out a sudden yell and grasped his head in my hands, combing my fingers in his short, brown hair. I felt his fingers wrap around me again and I knew that we needed to finish this. I was so turned on and felt close to coming. I wanted to share it with him.

“Keith…” He didn’t really respond, just stroked me and kissed my stomach. “I want to suck your cock while you suck me. I want us to come together.” He still quietly teased me, his tongue dipping at my belly button and his fingers massaging my sack. “Please, Keith…”

In silence, he shifted on the bed, bringing his lower body up to my end. I reached frantically for him, pulling that wonderful piece of meat to my face. It was oozing precum now and I then knew that he was just as excited for completion as I was. I gripped him at the base and swallowed him, moaning on his cock as the head trailed salty-sweet liquid across my tongue.

Seconds later, Keith’s mouth took me in deep, his tongue swirling madly all over my shaft and head, even lapping at my sack from time to time. After a few frenzied moments, we settled into a head bobbing, sucking rhythm. The only sounds in the room were our slurping mouths punctuated by occasional moans. I’m not a man of extensive sexual history, but right then I was having one of the greatest intimate experiences of my life.

As my lips slid up and down on him, the feeling of his warm hardness in my mouth, drawing precum from him on each upstroke, I began to feel myself approaching the edge of orgasm. The thrill of suckling my best friend combined with the sensations of him doing likewise for me was becoming too much to ignore. I sensed Keith getting close, too, as his cock shuddered around my tongue and he began lightly thrusting into me as I bobbed down. Lost in the moment, I was face fucking him, too.

I don’t know how long we’d been at it when I felt the first spurt of cum erupt from the tip of Keith’s wonderful cock. In the past, he’d always been light on cum, but tonight he was gushing. I didn’t swallow in case I might gag and I didn’t want his dick out of my mouth until he was done. His hot cream was delicious.

At the fourth shot of his cock, I felt my own twitch. My head was swimming and my whole body felt on fire with intense pleasure. Moments later, all that pleasure centered in my groin as I felt myself burst into Keith’s mouth. He groaned as his own cock shot again and clamped his lips just below my head, sucking cum from me, his tongue rubbing the head, milking it for more.

Once again, I was unsure of how much time passed as we came down from our orgasmic highs. I finally swallowed Keith’s cum and proceeded to lap his cock clean as it began shrinking. He returned the service. Finally, we pulled apart and Keith crawled up beside me, laying back and panting.

“Wow,” he said.

“Wow,” I replied. We laughed. I leaned over and kissed him lightly. A part of me feared he might suddenly reject what we just did, but he hugged me tightly. Sleep found us suddenly and soundly. Things had changed. We were no longer buddies helping each other out of sexual frustration. We were lovers. And I already had one. But for that night, and several successive ones, it was just us. The complications would be dealt with later.

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Round 1

Will, Bob and I had known each other for many years through college sports, nights out drinking and various other ‘guy things’. Though I knew they were gay, this had never made a difference in our friendship. We really had much more in common than we had differences. They had always respected that I wasn’t gay and had never seriously come on to me. Boy did that change after a night of watching pro wrestling on TV!

The three of us were hanging out at Will’s house one steamy August evening watching the pro wrestling matches when the subject turned to how the matches were so obviously faked. Bob was making fun of some of the costumes and noting how it was always the women whose clothes seemed to get ripped off while the guys managed to keep their little Speedos intact. We all laughed at the sexual connotations and possibilities of some of the holds and moves. This took the conversation down the path of what would really make wrestling entertaining. Bob suggested that they should go back to the days of the Greeks when the contestants wrestled in the nude. Will agreed whole heartedly and added that to make it really high stakes, the defeated wrestler should be subject to the humiliation of having to satisfy the winners lust right there in the ring in front of the whole world as a penalty for losing. After all that hot body contact, it was hard for even me to think they never got turned on by each other.

Laughing at the prospects of nude, high stakes wrestling on network TV, Will and Bob began to horse around in their own match. Before long, Bob ended up with his head in a leg scissors that left his face only inches from the obvious bulge in the crotch of Will’s cotton gym shorts. Kidding that he lost on purpose so he’d have to suck him off, Will let Bob go with a laugh. Once released, Bob half jokingly suggested that we all strip down and wrestle for real, just the way we had been laughing about only minutes earlier. Will responded that that sounded like a great idea so that he could finish what he had started with Bob. As Bob’s idea became less of a joke, they looked at me to gauge my reaction. Laughing nervously, I said it sounded like more fun for me if it was mixed wrestling with one of the gorgeous women valets on the screen. Pointlessly, I reminded them that I liked women and had never done anything even remotely like what was being suggested with a guy, particularly the loser’s fate.

Despite my protests, the idea of having our own match seemed to take on a life of its own. Clearly, both of them were enthusiastic about the idea and wanted me included. The more I said no, the harder they tried to convince me. Even my offer to serve as referee fell on deaf ears. After a bit more friendly cajoling and a promise that if I lost they’d let me off at anytime I was too uncomfortable with what was happening, they finally wore down my resistance and I agreed to participate. As I thought about the prospect of engaging in naked combat with my two friends, an unmistakable bulge began to grow in my shorts.

The sexual tension and anticipation in the air was almost palpable as we all got undressed. Quickly, I began to strip off my tee shirt and gym shorts before I had time to change my mind about what I was getting myself into. As my underwear came off, I was acutely aware of the sensual feeling of the warm, muggy air on my naked skin and the nervous, naughty feeling it gave me to be deliberately undressing in front of Will and Bob. I couldn’t help sneaking peaks at the two of them as they undressed nearby. Though I’d seen both of them nude in the showers and locker room at the gym and after basketball, etiquette and interest had kept me from taking good looks. Now, I was curious to see what their ataşehir escort bodies looked like compared to my own and to see how well they were hung. The curiosity seemed to be reciprocal as I caught them looking at me more than once.

As I watched Bob pull his BVDs over a firm, round bubble butt, the feeling of nervousness I had felt as I undressed began to change. For the first time I actually felt like I had permission to look at another guy’s nude body! I’d certainly thought about the potential of having sex with a guy before (be honest now, what guy hasn’t even if only to dismiss it?) but had never come even close to doing it. Now, here I was stark naked and about to wrestle for my virginity. My cock started to twitch and swell. Will noticed and gave me a sly smile. From the look of his semi hard on, he was also looking forward to the coming action.

When we were all naked, we moved the furniture out of the way and dragged some cushions and mattresses to the center of the room to be the mat. The exertion, combined with the 90+-degree summer heat and humidity, made our bodies glisten with sweat, emphasizing our muscles as it trickled across our bare chests and down our backs. I watched as a drop of moisture ran down Bob’s back, over the firm curve of his ass and splashed on the floor.

Will suggested we oil ourselves up with baby oil to make it more interesting. Bob quickly agreed, so we took turns rubbing the slick oil all over each others bodies. I’d never touched a guys butt before and certainly not his cock and balls nor had anyone ever touched mine. The feeling of their rough hands spreading the oil all over my sweating skin was exciting. So was the feeling of Bob’s cock and balls in my hand as I hesitantly joined in and oiled him up. He smiled as I stroked the oil into his hardening cock, glad to see I was becoming a willing participant. Enjoying the freedom to do so, I looked him right in the eyes as I gave him a few extra gratuitous strokes, feeling him swell in my hand.

Oiled up and with the ring ready for action, we agreed on the rules. Since there were three of us, it would be a two against one, round robin handicap match, two out of three falls to win. The person who drew the lowest card from a deck would wrestle each of the other two individually. If they won both of those matches, the losers would have to submit to whatever sexual acts the winner wanted. If they lost both matches, they belonged to the winners and had to submit to them. In the case of a split of the singles matches, there would be a third match, two on one, to decide the winner. The singles matches were to be decided by a pin for a 10 count or submission. The two on one match could only be ended by the loser’s total, unconditional submission to the winners (we did agree that only one of the two had to be pinned or submit for the team to lose). Conditioning would be a factor as well as we agreed there would be no time limits.

All that was left was to draw the cards. I went first and, to my relief drew a 10, thinking it would be high enough to be part of the two-man team. Will went next and drew a king. We high fived each other figuring that the chance of Bob beating my 10 was pretty low. With a smirk, Bob drew the ace of spades. My heart stopped as I realized what was potentially in store for me. I began second guessing my mental decision not to take the option of asking them to let me off easy if it came down to that. The expression on their faces as they ran their hot eyes over my naked flesh left no doubt in my mind about the consequences of losing.

The first match was between Will and I. While I was taller and heavier than Will at 6’3”, and about 200 lbs, he was avcılar escort at least as strong and more athletic at 6’ and 185 lbs. His olive complexion glistened from the baby oil and sweat, highlighting the definition in his muscular, hairless chest and six pack abs. I found myself looking hungrily at his hard body, anticipating the feeling of it rubbing against mine as we intertwined our limbs in lusty battle.

We started tentatively, silently circling and trying to find an opening to take the other to the mat, a process complicated by the slickness of the baby oil and sweat on our nude bodies. Finally, I was able to lunge at him, grab an arm and spin around behind him before he could get away. With his arm twisted behind his back in a hammerlock, I tripped him and we fell face first to the mat, landing with a hard thud with me on top of him. I quickly grapevined his legs with mine, spreading them apart while releasing his arm and clamping on a full nelson. The combination of sweat and baby oil caused our bodies to slip and slide against each other as he squirmed underneath me trying to escape. The feeling was so arousing I could have stayed there forever, my nipples rubbing against his broad, muscled back while his ass slithered against my cock. The room was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and his grunts and groans as he desperately tried to work himself free.

His squirming and attempts to escape me left my semi hard cock pressed squarely into the crack of his ass, something we were both very aware of. Every time he twisted or bucked against me, the tip of my cock probed against him as if it had eyes and desires of its own. The feeling was incredibly erotic, particularly when he (deliberately?) squeezed me with his firm cheeks, trapping my hard on in the hot crack of his ass. Thoroughly enjoying the feeling, I did nothing to try and reposition myself to avoid poking him.

Realizing that I couldn’t pin him this way nor was it a submission hold, I released the full nelson and grapevine and swiftly moved up to straddle his back before he could escape. From there, I planned to turn him over and try to pin his shoulders with my knees for the win. However, as soon as I moved my weight up his back, he raised his butt in the air, bucked me forward on my face, and twisted out from under me. Quickly grabbing me by my calf’s and locking them under his arms, he spun me around in an airplane spin. When he finally let go, I sailed across the room landing hard on my back. Between the spinning and the impact of the toss, I was a stunned, dizzy and disoriented target for him.

Before I could regain my breath or my senses enough to react, he pounced on me triumphantly, applying a body scissors that he squeezed so tightly I thought my ribs would break. As I strained to separate his ankles to relieve the pressure, my problems got worse. He reached down and grabbed my cock and balls, giving them a good firm squeeze and a hard painful yank for emphasis. With his legs in the way, I couldn’t reach his hand to try to pry it loose.

It’s hard to describe the thoughts and feelings going through my head at that moment. The crushing pain from the body scissors was almost overwhelming and I thought of giving up if I couldn’t get away soon. This thought naturally lead to thinking about the consequences of losing and I found myself fantasizing about what it would be like to be forced to open my lips to his hard cock, what it would taste and feel like sliding in and out of my mouth. The rough feeling of his hands grabbing my crotch, rubbing, squeezing, twisting and generally molesting my oil and sweat slickened cock and balls only added to my confusion. It would be a lie to say that alanya escort he didn’t have me aroused – his touch had me hard enough to drive nails even as I gritted my teeth against the crushing pressure on my ribs. Despite my fantasizing and the obvious physical enjoyment I was getting from having him roughly handle my cock and balls, I still wasn’t sure I was ready to have sex with a guy.

Having me in his control, Will began taunting me verbally, describing how he was going to keep me in the hold so he could stroke my cock until I came and how there was nothing I could do about it. As my cock swelled from his manipulation, he laughed about it being so obvious that I was enjoying my torture. Somewhere in the back of my mind came the recognition that he was right – in fact I was getting turned on from being at his mercy. Now it was the sound of my moans and grunting that filled the room.

After a lot of squirming, moaning and groaning, I managed to separate his ankles and get away. We rolled around on the mat for a while, putting each other in different holds, while grabbing each other by the cock and balls every chance we could. Finally, I grabbed his arm and trapped it underneath me, I maneuvered around so that he was on his side in a head scissors with his nose stuck in the crack of my ass. With one arm pinned, he clawed frantically at me with the other, trying to get me to shift so that he could get some air and I’d stop trying to crush his head, a cause that was lost when I caught his free arm, leaving him defenseless.

The more he twisted and squirmed, the more firmly his nose pressed into my sweaty butt cheeks. I could feel his warm breath on my balls and the bristles of his chin on my upper thighs as they rubbed against me. Remembering the trash talking I had endured when I was at his mercy, I smugly asked him how he was enjoying the view and the feeling of having his nose stuck in my ass. His muttered reply was lost in the tight grip of my legs. Slowly, his resistance faded to no more than a token despite Bob’s cheering him on to not give up. I released my grip on his head and rolled him onto his back so that I was straddling his head with my knees, pinning his shoulders to the mat, a position that placed my cock and balls practically on his chin. As he gasped for breath, I asked him if he wanted to surrender but he refused, renewing his squirming and bucking just enough to raise a shoulder and avoid a 10 second count for the pin but not enough to have any hope of escaping.

Enjoying my position of superiority, I decided to take advantage of the situation and rub it in by verbally and physically, taunting him about his helpless predicament. Slapping him in the face with my rock hard cock, I reached back to squeeze, twist, stroke and grope his cock and balls, just as he had earlier done to me. As his cock swelled to its full, thick 7 inches, I threaten to make him cum right then and there, reminding him with a laugh that now he was mine and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it other than surrender. Finally, after several minutes of this treatment and in danger of cumming from my stroking, Will reluctantly gave up.

Savoring the moment, I stayed on his chest, grabbed him by the back of his head and boldly ordered him to lick the sweat off my balls before I’d let him up. With a sigh, he stuck out his wet tongue and did as he was told. His tongue felt so different from the women who had licked me there before. It felt rougher and courser than a woman’s though equally as warm and wet. I loved it! Bob shifted to where he had a perfect view of the action while stroking a huge 8-inch erection. I couldn’t tell if the lust in his eyes was from wishing he were me getting my balls licked or that he was Will, forced into submission. Seeing as we were all enjoying the situation (to one degree or another), I kept him at it for several minutes until I felt that I was in danger of cumming myself. After getting one last lick, I climbed off of his chest and let him go. One down I thought.

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