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The two young men were naked. Jamie, 24, sucked the other man’s cock lusciously. It was a slow up and down motion and while one hand was under the man’s back, the other was wandering all over his smooth chest.

The penis fell out of his mouth and Jamie took his hand off the man’s right nipple, and grabbed it. He didn’t immediately place it back in his mouth. Instead, he flicked the head and the underside of the shaft with his tongue, while making eye contact with the man. The man’s cock was about six inches long and average thickness. Jamie liked it. His own penis was hard as a rock and hung down between his kneeling legs. The man he was sucking was lying on his back, legs spread slightly apart. Jamie was kneeling between them.

Jamie licked the underside of the man’s penis, from the start of his scrotum, up to just below the head. Whenever he reached the frenulum, that little “v” just under the head, the man’s body gave a slight jerk. He was super excited and Jamie knew it.

The two had met about an hour earlier at the park. They’d both been jogging and had both stopped to take a breather at the sitting area. Jamie immediately noticed the man’s awesome hard body. This man worked out something fierce. His chest, arm and legs muscles were very defined. His chest and arms were hairless, and there was only fine light-colored hair on his legs.

And, he had a tattoo. It was on his right arm and took up his entire forearm. It was an elaborate abstract piece of black and white art and for some reason, it turned Jamie right the fuck on. He was staring at it when the man looked over at him and said hi. They made small talk and after about a half hour decided to go back to the man’s nearby apartment for some iced halkalı escort tea. One thing, of course, led to another and here they were on the man’s bed, having some pretty fucking wild sex.

Jamie kept tongueing the man’s shaft, but slowly started concentrating on the upper part. He would almost take it into his mouth, then go back to kissing, sucking and licking the shaft. He would either be staring the man in the eyes, something he’d always found hot as fuck as the recipient of a blow job, or he’d close his eyes in concentration.

He needed to touch be back touching the tattooed man’s nipples and so used his free hand to rub his them. He traced the lines of the man’s muscles with one finger, then palm the entire area, paying special attention to the tiny hardnesses in the center. First one side, then the other. His other hand, wrapped around the base of the man’s dick, directed the cock this way and that, moving it around to increase the pleasure.

Under him, the muscular man was undulating. It felt as though his body was doing the wave from shoulders to flat, washboard stomach to ass nearly lifting on and off the bed.

Jamie couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to taste that chest, those tits, those nipples. He let the man’s penis go and started making his way up his body. First he used his tongue to trace the muscle of the man’s six-pack abs. He lingered there, making a pit stop every now and then at the belly button. It was an outtie and he wasn’t sure why, but that really turned him on.

Then he moved even higher, up to that chest he so wanted. He licked rings around the man’s right nipple then dragged his tongue across and did the same to the left one. They were içerenköy escort so fucking awesome and while he was up there, his own cock dragged across the man’s thigh and a jolt of pleasure ran from the base of his penis into the pit of his stomach. He loved the feeling, but wanted to concentrate on giving for the moment, than on receiving.

After a few moments on the man`s chest, he moved lower again and kissed and sucked the underside of his cock. He didn`t use his hands for the moment. They were busy holding him up. He used his mouth and tried a few times to suck the head, now resting on the man`s belly, into his mouth, then he tried positioning his mouth the right way to take the rock hard penis in. A few seconds of trying and the man took Jamie’s right hand into his and placed it on his cock.

Jamie grasped the base, as he had done before, and resumed sucking, only this time, the top third of the man’s penis spent a lot more time in his mouth. With his hand still near the bottom of the shaft, Jamie began giving him a proper blowjob.

His lips caressed the sides of the man’s cock and he began rubbing up and down on the man’s boner with his hand, for some extra intense sensations. He used a moderate squeeze pressure with his hand and kept his lips firm around the penis.

His lover’s undulation continued and started to become slightly more intense. Jamie sped up his motions, wanting to make this man’s orgasm a beautiful one. He suddenly needed to taste this man’s salty semen and feel it all over his face and chest. Yes, he wanted the man to come in his mouth and on his chest. He wanted to rub the sticky goo into his nipples like body cream.

Jamie was sucking kartal escort this man hard now, but he wanted a position change. He lay down on his back and for the man to position himself for a little sixty-nine action. Once in position, the man took Jamie’s rock hard fuck stick into his warm mouth and the sensation nearly took him over the edge. Jamie accepted the man’s cock into his own mouth and both men sucked each other, only Jamie had the advantage of being able to use his hands too. And he did.

The mansex in the room, on the bed, was overwhelming. The slightly sweet scent of both these men’s sweat, deodorant and horniness and of course the sight of these two young, hot men, would bring anyone to drop their pants and join in from the sidelines.

Jamie kept working on the man, as the man worked on him and soon the man began thrusting into Jamie’s mouth and he knew he would soon be able to taste this man’s cum. He wanted it so bad. He masturbated him hard and sucked good and within two bucks, the man was spurting semen into his mouth.

With his hand still working the man’s cock, Jamie aimed it at his chest making sure he got at least one spurt on each nipple and then… and then, that just about did it for him. Jamie thrust his own cock up into the man’s mouth once, twice, three times and then he came. And he came. He wasn’t sure he’d ever come that much before, and the man took it all in. He swallowed every drop of Jamie’s cum, sucking it all out. Good to the last drop.

Jamie took his hands off the man’s penis and rubbed the semen on his tits and all over his chest. He concentrated on his hard little nipples.

The man rolled off of him and lay on his back, but kept a hand Jamie’s thigh, not far from his softening cock. He rubbed his hand on his thigh and that felt nice. Maybe, there’d be another round. In fact, Jamie was pretty sure there would be. With or without this hot man who gave awesome blowjobs and swallowed, no less. There sure would be a round two, even if he had to do it himself.

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I’d agreed to meet my son Jake in Leeds city centre one Saturday afternoon. He was in his second year of studying at the university there and, as I had most of the day free, I thought it would be nice for the two of us to meet up for a coffee and chat.

I was picking my friend Guy up at seven for one of our regular evenings of Sky Sports and beer (followed, as tradition dictated, by sex and a sleepover) but I could make the drive back in about two hours.

I arrived in Leeds early because I wanted to do a bit of shopping first. I was hoping to find some underwear which would show off the bulge of my cock and balls when I was cruising men for sex, and I thought some of Leeds’ smaller independent shops would be more likely to have the sort of thing I was after.

For years, I’d always chosen the most unremarkable underwear I could find, having been ashamed of my over-sized genitals since adolescence, but now that I was much more confident and could enjoy the effect that my large penis so often had on other men, I felt like becoming a bit more adventurous. I wanted something colourful and which had a pouch which emphasized my endowment rather than just accommodated it, and yet something which didn’t look like I was trying to dress my forty-odd year old body as if I thought I was some athletic young stud.

In the end I found some very nice pairs of briefs, albeit a touch more expensive than I had been expecting to pay, in a shop off Briggate called ‘The Bull Room’. It was clearly aimed at the gay market because it also sold books and magazines with hot-looking guys on their covers. After perusing the underwear racks, I flicked through a few choice titles, pleased that other men were looking at me leafing through gay porn and suddenly proud to be flaunting my bisexuality so publicly.

I allowed my jeans to betray the interest I had in looking at picture of attractive young men having sex with each other, letting my co-shoppers see that my interests were very much skewed towards the anal. I adjusted my bulge to make it obvious that I was developing an erection from the pictures of male couples rimming and fucking, and smiled back at my onlookers when they grinned to show that they liked what they saw.

My problem at that point was that I wasn’t sure what one did next in such establishments. I’d read that in the US, gay ‘bookshops’ have booths out the back where guys can retreat together for some discreet through-the-fly fun. But this shop didn’t seem to offer any such amenities and so after ten minutes or so of smirks and crotch tugs that seemed to be heading nowhere, I bought the briefs I’d selected and headed back to the Rogerson Shopping Mall where I’d agreed to meet Jake at about two.

I took the escalator upstairs to find the coffee shop Jake had suggested and, before going in to grab us a table, I spotted some toilets on the walkway opposite. I realised I had time to change into a pair of my new briefs so that I could give Guy a surprise later on after we’d had a few drinks and were getting sexy on the sofa. Guy isn’t the biggest fan of cute men’s underwear, being a lot further to the straight side of the bisexual spectrum than I am, but he’d find it funny when I pulled down my trousers to reveal my enhanced bulge in all its gaudy-coloured glory.

I went into the gents which was stiflingly crowded. I had to wait a few minutes for a stall to become free and once inside struggled to change into my new underpants in the confined space. I was still running a semi from the hard-on I’d grown in the shop so once the briefs were finally on, the large bulge of my thickened cock in the snugly-fitting pouch looked, even if I admitted it myself, absolutely stunning.

Men were coming and going from the cubicles, and toilets were regularly flushing as doors banged open and shut, and it was only after the one next to mine was vacated and then rapidly reoccupied, that I noticed a large round hole in the partition through which a couple of fingers were casually rubbing. Recognising the universal signal for ‘I’m up for some fun if you are,’ I knelt down to apply my eye to the hole. There in the next cubicle, as I’d expected, was a fully erect cock being slowly masturbated and I smiled at my good fortune on managing to get a quick one in before meeting up with Jake.

The occupant of the next cubicle was, it seemed, quite a young man. I could see the bottom of a fashionable t-shirt, dark blue in colour with deliberately washed-out writing, and his underpants were lime green boxer-briefs of the type my son wears. The waistband read ‘Diesel’, a brand I’d often seen among Jake’s piles of laundry when he comes home, and I wondered if my neighbour might be a student like him – perhaps one of his classmates, even. Indeed, it occurred to me that the large erection I was watching being alluringly wanked might well have been sucked by my son because, like me, he has come to embrace his bisexuality with active enthusiasm.

The silivri escort beautiful sight of the young man’s cock was abruptly replaced with his eye so I stood up myself and showed him the prominent bulge that I was now running in my colourful briefs. I was pleased I was wearing my new underwear because I thought it must make me look younger than I really am. A twenty-year-old lad might not be so keen to have fun if he knew that his potential playmate was well into his forties.

I pulled the front of my underpants down to release my stiffening cock and two large hairy nads and then wrapped my hand around my shaft to show my onlooker what my own masturbation looks like. I flaunted my large helmet, looking slick and shiny as my foreskin slid back and forth, and showed him how my organ takes on an upward curve as it thickens and hardens and achieves its full size. Then I released it for him and let him see it standing upright in all its resplendent glory with my balls being pushed outwards by the waistband of my briefs which was hitched down underneath them.

My young friend obviously liked what he saw because his fingers were soon back in the hole, making a rubbing gesture which told me that if I worked my erection through the round opening, he would willingly suck as much of it as his mouth could take.

I had other ideas, though. I’ve never been a big fan of receiving blow-jobs from either men or women but am happy to administer them, especially as foreplay before a nice vigorous bout of anal breeding.

So I made the same gesture for my neighbour, rubbing two fingers of my own against the smooth breach in the partition. As I’d expected, he was far more eager to take up the offer and within seconds his wonderfully large and veiny cock was being urgently thrust through the hole.

I was greatly impressed with my companion’s enormous size. For a young man, his hard-on was magnificent, being prominently thicker than mine and a good inch or so longer. The head of it was a huge purple plum and the its shaft was coursed with his blood vessels which throbbed to his heartbeat and made his organ pulsate.

I went down on it hungrily, managing to get six or seven inches of it into my mouth and throat and sucking powerfully at its length to draw his precum onto my tongue. It tasted surprisingly familiar – strongly evocative of my own salty discharge – and I had the odd sensation that I was fellating myself. Putting such silly thoughts aside, I got on with pleasuring the young student, sweeping my lips rapidly back and forth along his shaft and swallowing down the dribbling juice he was feeding me.

He abruptly pulled himself back through the hole and his two fingers returned to the opening, gesturing for me to direct my own cock through it so that he could return the favour.

Again, though, I had other ideas. I put a finger into the hole and made a circular gesture which I hoped he would interpret as meaning, ‘Turn around’.

I heard a chuckle, which reminded me of someone who I couldn’t immediately place, and then a pale, pert backside was promptly pressed up against the partition.

The lad knew what I wanted because he positioned himself so that the hole was level with his own. Then he bent forwards to splay open the hairy crack of his arse and the large swollen gape of anus, blinking at me from within, told me that he might be up for more than just a rim-job.

This was a lad who liked taking a cock up his butt. The pinkness and puffiness of his rear made it obvious this was a regular pursuit for him.

I leaned my face in for a sniff of the young man’s opening and found it so ripe and pungent that my cock started oozing goo from its slit. I had to swallow a few times from how much my mouth was watering at its full-on ferocity and I started wanking myself rapidly, hoping that my friend might let me extend something much larger than my tongue through the partition and into him.

Once again I had the sensation of having smelled this lovely rich stink before. Was it evocative of my friend Bradley who I met with from time to time… his arse had a deliciously harsh odour when I fucked him up it? Or was it one of Jake’s buddies who he brought home from uni? Yes, it must be Marcus or Will I was reminded of… standing at my son’s bedroom door smelling the arousing feculence of boy buggery hammering at full pelt behind it.

Dismissing such distractions, I craned in to squeeze my mouth in between his pudgy cheeks and to lap sensually at my companion’s puffy rosebud. I heard him whisper, “Aw yeah!” as I licked into his fantastically foul-tasting opening and then rimmed him as deeply as I could with long wet flicks of my tongue.

He ground his arse back against the partition to press his hole firmly against my mouth and I heard him panting as he furiously wanked his big cock off, before blurting out an involuntary gasp of, “Fuck!”

I tuzla escort decided I would take his utterance as an invitation and so pulled out and stood up, licking my lips to enjoy the uncompromising taste of his crudest flavours to the full. I reached into my pocket and found a condom and a sachet of lube, and I was deliberately noisy about tearing both open so that my young friend next door would know that the cock he’d just seen was now being prepared to be pushed up his arse.

He didn’t pull away from the partition – on the contrary, he dilated his pink pucker to show his willingness for me to penetrate him through the hole.

So I unfurled the condom down my now straining hard-on, lubed myself up and then shuffled back over to start sliding myself into the wet and gaping arsehole that was being offered to me.

The feel of his rectum squeezing around my bell-end was heavenly. It was hot and tight and gripped the fat head of my cock with a smooth gentle firmness.

I grabbed the top of the panelling and used it to lever myself steadily up him. The lad’s arse was surprisingly deep and could take the full length of my organ. Soon my balls were pressing into the smooth veneer of the partition and I looked down to see the base of my cock protruding from the stretched ring of his pink anus, framed like an archery target by the circular border of the hole.

I was so lucky to have found myself an impromptu butt-fuck, especially from a young man who had proven so willing and accommodating. Later on, Guy would pound me doggy-style kneeling behind me on my bed. The most reciprocation I could expect would be for him to reach underneath me and wank me off, so it was good that I got to enjoy a hump for myself before having my own arse so roughly drilled.

I started sliding my cock in and out and the two of us established a nice, steady rhythm together in spite of the partition separating us. We worked well as same-sex lovers: the lad worked his bum in time with my quickening thrusts and I drove the raised head of my cock along the entire length of his rectum because I knew that that would stimulate him more intensely.

Soon the rubber odour of the condom was overwhelmed by the stronger smell of the young man’s arse as I fucked it. It started out as a faint but distinctly bummy aroma, and steadily built as our exertions grew rougher until it had developed into a powerfully shitty stink.

In spite of its harshness, it was a smell I adored. It might be noxiously faecal, but it was the glorious stink of my large manhood plundering the slime and sludge from a recently emptied bowel.

I hoped my friend could smell it too. I wanted him to know how rich and how remarkable our sodomy stank.

Even as I pounded him, with the partition between us shuddering to betray our frantic rhythm, I knew once again that there was something strangely familiar about this. I’d smelled the same stink on many, many occasions. It had been in the bathroom at home; I was quite sure of it.

I suddenly realised I must be fucking one of the guys that Jake had had over to stay with us. The smell of our sex was exactly the same as the stink that one of his fuck-buddies had left in our bathroom after taking a dump.

This could be Will I was fucking, I mused to myself as my hips slammed back and forth at full speed. He usually left our bathroom with the mother of all stinks; even Jake had complained, and his was rank enough.

I loved the idea that I might be fucking Jake’s friend Will without him even knowing it. He was tall and dark-haired and handsomely athletic. I was sure he had a big dick, having seen it bulging inside his shorts, and I knew he was an extremely smelly fuck having enjoyed basking in his smothering stink from my bedroom while listening to my son squatting behind him giving him it hard.

The idea was bringing me close… I could feel a tingling right at the base of my nuts.

As if reading my mind, my companion hit his climax. I could feel his arse muscles clamping around my shaft in spasms and could hear him panting breathlessly as he flung his spunk in ribbons across the toilet floor.

Being well-suited lovers I quickly joined his orgasm with a copious discharge of my own. I could hear him gasping as he enjoyed the heat of my semen squirting up into the condom and I clung on tightly to the top of the partition as I thrust in slowing lunges as my balls gave all they had.

Even before I was fully spent, I abruptly pulled out and hitched my underpants and trousers up as quickly as I could. If this was indeed Will or some other of Jake’s uni friends in the next cubicle, I didn’t want them to see me as it would make future visits to our house awkward to say the least.

I’d just fucked someone I knew: I was sure of that. The tastes and the smells of our sex had all been so tantalisingly familiar.

Without even washing my hands, I returned üsküdar escort to the coffee shop and chose a table outside on the walkway so that I could see who was emerging from the toilets.

A young guy came out, looking furtively around, and although he looked like a student, it wasn’t a friend of Jake’s as far as I was aware.

A minute later, as I was wondering whether someone would come out to take my order or whether I had to go inside to the counter, a lad who I thought I sort of recognised emerged from the gents. He didn’t look like he’d just had stranger sex in a bathroom but just walked casually over to meet a girl who had been waiting for him.

That must be him, I thought. He must be one of Jake’s hook-ups. He must have brought the guy home one weekend and, among all the other faces that come and go from his bedroom, I’ve mostly forgotten this particular conquest.

I was pleased it was him. He had a cute boyish face and nice wavy brown hair. If that was his girlfriend he was now walking away with, she was fortunate that he had a nice big cock to satisfy her with, even if he was having it sucked by other men in public toilets.

Just then Jake came out from the toilets and he grinned over at me when he saw I was already sitting at a table.

We hugged and he sat down opposite me, and then I handed him the menu so he could choose what he wanted.

“I was just in that gents about two minutes ago,” I said. “I didn’t see you at the urinals.”

“I was in a cubicle,” he muttered, looking for the most expensive snack he could get me to buy. “You can get a quite a lot of action going on in there on Saturday afternoons.”

“Yeah, don’t I know it,” I chuckled, lowering my voice so that people on nearby tables couldn’t hear us. “I just licked some young lad’s bum through a hole in the partition, then he bent forwards and let me… er… enjoy him fully.”

I decided not to tell him that I suspected it had been one of his mates.

“Aw yeah!” Jake guffawed. “I told you it all goes on in there! I was having a bit of glory hole fun myself… I let some old geezer do me up the butt!”

“Oh really, Jake… I hope he wore protection.”

“‘Course he did… he had an awesome cock, though… just like yours!”

We laughed together and then suddenly the possibility that we’d been in adjoining cubicles dawned us both at pretty much the same time.

Our smirks faded and our eyes widened in horror as I realised why the familiarity of my companion’s cock and arse had kept bugging me.

Before I could think of how to respond, Jake giggled nervously and said, “Actually, the bloke who did me couldn’t have been you, dad… he was wearing flashy briefs. You always wear your white Calvins.”

I was about to tell him that I was indeed wearing colourful pants and therefore, by inference, reveal that I’d just fucked my own son up the arse, when it occurred to me that I should seize on this opportunity to spare him the truth of what had happened.

Hastily sweeping the bag containing the rest of the underwear, as well as my discarded Calvins, under the table, I chuckled and said, “Well, of course I’m wearing my boring old Calvins. Whoever just pleasured you, it certainly it wasn’t me!”

Jake grinned at me, gullible enough to believe the story. I smiled back, aware that I was going to have to throw all the expensive underwear away. There was no way I could risk Jake ever recognising among our laundry the ‘flashy briefs’ he’d seen through the hole in the partition.

“Phew… close run thing that!” he laughed. “Imagine if that had’ve been you… where the fuck would we go with something like that?”

“I dunno,” I muttered, trying to sound casual in spite of feeling like I was going to be sick. I had hours and days of mental wrangling ahead of me: that much I knew. “I suppose… you know… with the condom that you mentioned… if it had have been me, we wouldn’t have actually touched each other during the… er… act.”

Jake responded by roaring with derisive laughter. “That’s bullshit, dad, and you know it! If it had’ve been you, you’d have just fucked your own son up the butt. Just because the dick had a condom on it doesn’t mean it didn’t shag the arse!”

“Shh, Jake! Keep it down,” I hissed, aware that other people were glancing over at us.

“His cock really was like yours though,” he went on in a mercifully muted voice. “It had the same shaped head… the same upward curve.”

“Well, let’s just forget about it,” I hastily suggested. “No more cruising in Leeds toilets for me in future…”

After the waitress had finally appeared and had taken our order, Jake spotted the bag on the floor and leant down to retrieve it.

“Oh… ‘The Bull Room’,” he said on seeing the lettering on the fancy bag. “Did you do a bit of shopping before we met up?”

“Just a couple of things,” I snapped, snatching the bag from him.

“You get some nice kit in there… some really… you know… ‘flashy briefs’.”

“It’s a… er… birthday present,” I lied. “Something for Guy.”

Jake beamed across at me, nodding slowly. Even he wasn’t so easily duped.

Eventually he said, “Thanks for the fuck, dad. Nice blow-job too.”

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I stood there next to the baggage carousel, waiting for Lincoln Douglas’s flight from New York. I was nervous and wondering why I’d said I would meet him and put him up for three nights. He was some high muckety-muck preacher with a big church in Harlem, who was down here in the research triangle of North Carolina to watch his grandson play in the Duke-Georgia Tech football game. His grandson, who is black, had married the white granddaughter of a professor at UNC-Chapel Hill, and everyone in the church the professor’s family and I went to were all over themselves to make the union welcome. Everyone was falling over him and herself to show they had more progressive attitudes than anyone else.

Preacher Douglas was known nationally not just because he had a big church in Harlem but also because he’d been an NFL football player and had come out gay. We were a pretty liberal Methodist church and wanted to show off how supportive we were of all of that. What most in the church honed in on, though, was that he’d been a professional football player.

The Reverend Douglas had been asked to preach at our church anytime it was convenient for him, and he’d said this Sunday was convenient for him on very short notice. His newlywed grandson and wife had no room to house the Harlem preacher, so Reverend Steve had put out a call for hosting—or, rather, he’d just called me.

“Is it because I’m gay too, Steve?” I asked when he called. “It isn’t because I’m black or play football, I don’t think.”

“It’s because you have room for him, Trip,” he’d answered and then, after a pause, “and I guess, yes, because you’d be more comfortable hosting a gay man on short notice.”

More comfortable than whom, I wondered. Steve had plenty of room at the church manse to put the man up.

I was gay, yes, and I had lost my partner four months earlier, and Steve had made me a “case” because I’d withdrawn from most of the world after Evan had unexpectedly died. We’d both taught at Chapel Hill and had a nice two-bedroom wooden cottage on a cul-de-sac of similar houses on small lots backing up to a small lake in the Carrboro area of the research triangle. I couldn’t say I didn’t have room for a guest or competing activities. I had, indeed, pretty much withdrawn from the world when Evan had had a heart attack and died quickly. He’d been twenty years older than I was but was only in his late forties. We both were runners and competitive swimmers, so it was a real shock when he’d died.

“Most in the church don’t know that Preacher Douglas is a homosexual,” Reverend Steve said. “They just know he was a pro football player on the Atlanta Falcons and became a big-time preacher in New York and the CEO of a major relief nonprofit. It’s known in New York, of course, but most in this church hadn’t heard of him at all before last week. There’s no reason they need to know more, and, if they do, I’m sure they will still be welcoming. But, still, it will be good for him to stay with someone who will be comfortable with him. He’s black too.”

Evan had been black, so Reverend Steve assumed I would be comfortable hosting a black man. And, of course, I was. It was just that I was comfortable in my grief and aloneness too. But Steve had told me, in less bald terms, that I’d become too comfortable with that—that I was milking the grief ride and it was about time I stopped doing that. So, I could see that asking me to host this black preacher was intentional—that Steve was doing his good works, in his mind, with me as well as the black preacher. With that in mind I could see why Steve asked me to house the preacher rather than Steve doing it.

I did know Lincoln Douglas was gay. It had been a big deal in the gay community when he’d declared as such nearly twenty years earlier, when he was with the Atlanta Falcons. He had been a tailback on the offense on his university team but then he had grown taller and heavier and, when he turned pro, was moved to a strong safety position on the defensive team. His wife had died a few years before that, and Douglas had turned to someone else—a male set designer in New York—for solace. He and that man had been very publicly together and out for a good fifteen years before the set designer had died earlier this year, about the same time Evan had. And all that time Douglas was reinventing himself—leaving the Falcons, under duress, being picked up by the New York Jets but not lasting long there either, becoming a minister preaching acceptance and then a more famous preacher and, finally, adding heading up a major disaster relief nonprofit organization to his other jobs.

And now he was coming here, to Raleigh-Durham, to go to a football game I was being invited to go to too, to preach in my church, and to sleep in my guest bed. I worked over in my mind how old he must be and came up with sixty. He was a grandfather of a college student. But now that I thought about it, I remember reading in his Wiki file that he was something like fifty-seven or fifty-eight. In any case, sarıyer escort he’d be an old codger. Older than Evan, who was in great shape and very arousing still when he died. So, no problem there. I did have a “thing” for black men, and there had been black men in my life before Evan.

And then I turned and saw him approaching with the arrivals from his flight. And I immediately went hard. He was unmistakable in the approaching group of people, given that I knew he had been a professional football player. He was well over six feet tall and large bodied—not fat. Powerfully built. Imposing. Commanding. His face was square-jawed and handsome and his hair was cropped so close that, if there was gray in it, it wasn’t particularly evident. And he was looking at me, smiling, picking me out in those standing at the baggage carousel as the man who was there to let him sleep in my guest bed.

When he spoke, it was with a rich, cultured deep baritone. And of course he did; he was a renowned preacher. His white-toothed smile was dazzling. “You must be Trip Sinclair,” he said. “Brian has told me good things about you. A UNC English professor and soccer team coach?”

Brian was his grandson who played for the Duke football team and who looked very much like a younger Lincoln Douglas. I had given the grandson a couple of lustful looks, I had to admit. “Only an assistant professor and an assistant coach,” I answered.

“Give it time, son, and you’ll get there if you want to,” the preacher said. He probably was going to be a “we can do this” optimist the whole time he was here. I wasn’t sure what I thought about that. Four months after losing Evan I was still feeling sorry for myself. I wasn’t ready to give that up. This hunk made me feel better already, which wasn’t exactly in my program plan. I was still very much in the “feeling sorry for myself” phase.

On the way back to my house on the small lake in Carrboro, we spoke of how he’d come to be invited here. He’d been here to help officiate in his grandson’s wedding. I’d been out of town for that. And Reverend Steve, who had helped to officiate the wedding, had invited him to preach in the church the next time he came back. The next time was the Duke-Georgia Tech football game, which was tomorrow. He’d played for Georgia Tech before going pro. His grandson, who wanted to go pro too, played for Duke.

“So, you and your grandson will be exchanging friendly jabs all weekend about your football teams.”

“I’ve had my college football shot,” Linc said. “I’ll do nothing but promote Duke—and that’s the side we’ll be sitting on—I have a ticket for you too if you can come to the game—and whatever I’m thinking in my mind, I’ll be cheering on my grandson and his team on the field.”

“I guess if you’re going to be that noble, I’ll cheer for Duke too. Even though the university I work for, the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, is located right next door to Duke, and we are rivals in everything, I’ll take your lead and cheer for Duke tomorrow too.”

We both laughed. And with that I’d agreed to go to the football game with him. I hadn’t really intended to when I only knew Lincoln Douglas in the abstract. But now that I’d met him in the flesh, I was being mesmerized by him. I now wanted to be with him the whole time he was in town.

He went on talking while we drove, telling me about his coming out while he was with the Falcons but remaining with his wife who already was sinking into dementia at that time, and how he didn’t become actively gay until after she’d died. That he’d met Sean, the set designer, while he was breaking up with the Falcons and had gone with him more permanently after he’d gone to the Jets. He was very open about his struggles in only slowly and grudgingly having become accepted and only then when he’d gone through seminary, started working with gays in New York, and built that whole ministry in a church that was fully inclusive, very popular in Harlem, and no longer completely gay even.

“I’m sorry if talking so openly about my background embarrasses you, but Steven did say that you were—”

“Gay,” I said. “Not as famously open as you are about it, though,” I added.

“Yes, I’m afraid it has become central to who I am and the message I try to bring to the people,” he said. “But what I’ve been told about you. I understand you lost your partner a short while ago.”

“Yes,” I said. “Evan died four months ago. We worked on the same faculty at UNC. He was the scientific one, though. He taught physics. But here we are at our house. I’m sorry. It was actually Evan’s house. I haven’t been able to stop referring to it as our house.”

“Yes, it takes a while. It’s been about the same time since I lost Sean.”

“Let’s go inside and get your suitcase in the guest room. You can change and freshen up, if you like. I’ll meet you on the screened porch at the back of the house. Wine, beer, or soda?”

“Beer would be great,” he answered. “What a sefaköy escort lovely house it is.”

“Just a small cottage, but it suited us, the neighbors are friendly and supportive, and we loved sitting out on the screened porch and watching the life in the marshes around the lake. But there I go referring to ‘we’ again.”

When he came out onto the porch, he’d changed into shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals, without socks. This revealed his body to be even harder and more muscular than the suit he’d flown in did. He was holding a photograph of Evan and me. So, he now knew Evan had been black. I hadn’t mentioned that. And Evan had been completely different from what this commanding former pro football player was. Evan hadn’t been any taller than my five-foot-nine, which had to be six inches shorter than Linc was. And Evan had been slim and sinewy, almost gaunt at the end, a runner and cyclist like I was. Linc was at least 240 pounds of muscle. He had both Evan and me by seventy or eighty pounds each. Evan was lighter skinned than Linc’s ebony too. And Evan had died in his late forties. Linc was in his late fifties.

“This must be your partner,” he said, showing me the photo he’d taken from the fireplace mantel in the living room. There were photos of us all over the cottage, so the relationship would have been hard to hide.

“Yes,” I said as we settled beside each other on a long rattan sofa with deep cushions on the porch, facing the lake.

He didn’t note that Evan had been black. He went right for the wound.

“Do you miss it?”

“Yes, I miss him very much,” I answered.

“No, that’s not what I’m asked,” Linc said. “Do you miss it—the relationship in bed. The two of you look very happy—and very committed to and contented with each other—in the photos you have around. I have worked with a lot of gay people. It’s clear you were happy with each other in bed.”

“Yes,” I said with a sigh. “I miss it very much.”

“Was he the dominant and you the submissive?” Linc asked. He certainly didn’t have to tell me what position he’d take in partnered sex.

“Yes,” I said. “But I guess all of that is in the past. I haven’t been with anyone since Evan died.”

“That’s too bad,” the preacher said.

Somehow that touched a sore point and I pushed back. “It’s been four months for you too. Do you miss sex much?” I was a little “aren’t we getting too personal” in the tone of my response.

He neither took umbrage at my question or tone nor backed away from the question. “No, I don’t miss it—the sex. I miss having sex with Sean, of course. We were very compatible. But I don’t miss sex because I didn’t stop having sex. I never sleep alone if I can help it.”

I was shocked. “You don’t think that’s being disloyal to your departed partner?”

“No, not at all. It’s a biological and emotional need. I’m a highly sexed man. Sean knew that, because we frequently had sex—very enthusiastic sex. Just because I have sex with other men now that he’s gone isn’t something that I see as disloyal. It’s an affirmation of what a good thing we had together when we were together. We aren’t apart because the sex wasn’t good. It’s because he died. It’s the same way with you, isn’t it? If you stop having enjoyable sex now that you can’t have it with your Evan, isn’t it rather a denial of the pleasure of sex you had with Evan? Was your Evan someone who would want you to just dry up and whither after he was gone?”

“I don’t know. We never discussed it. We didn’t contemplate that one of us could die as soon as he did,” I said. And, indeed, I didn’t know how Evan would think about me having sex again now. Linc sounded so reasonable and sensible, and he had a soothing voice and a commanding presence that could seduce the fuzz off a peach. I certainly hadn’t been a happy man in the four months Evan had been gone. And a lot of that was the tension of not having sex after Evan and I had led such an active and satisfying sex life.

Could it be that it wouldn’t be a sign of disloyalty to Evan to have sex with other men—even to have another committed sexual relationship with a man? Linc seemed to be saying that to do so would confirm rather than deny the goodness, the rightness, of the relationship Evan and I had had. I could see how this preacher had become so persuasive in his message of tolerance and acceptance of one’s natural nature in his church work.

And “this man” was sitting close to me on the rattan sofa and had an arm around me. He cupped my chin in his other hand and looked intensely into my eyes with his commanding ones. I knew he was going to kiss me. I knew I was going to let him.

“Have you not thought of letting another man into your life as you let your Evan in?” he asked. “Steven rather thought that someone named De’Andre from the church was compatible with you—that you liked each other.”

Yes, I had fantasized about De’Andre Wills. He was a young black man who was going to the church—maybe three seyrantepe escort years younger than I was. He was a hunk and a half, but he was a construction worker. We were from two different social worlds. But was I just being a snob there? Did sexual compatibility have much to do with social equality?

“Yes, there’s De’Andre,” I said. “He’s quite attractive. But he seems so serious and I don’t think we have much in common. He’s a construction worker and I teach English in college.”

“Does he arouse you sexually? Does he have a cock? Can he hold an erection? Steven tells me he’s a gay top who won’t even look at anyone but you and is sexually frustrated that you aren’t looking back at him.”

“Are you always this blunt about putting people together?” I asked.

“Yes. Life is too short not to live in the present. Don’t be trapped by the past and don’t worry too much about the future. My question is, are you still sexually attracted to other men? Are you sexually attracted to me?”

“Yes.” What could I say? He was running his hands on my body. He knew I was hard. He knew it was for him.

“Yes, both to other men and to me?”

“Yes.” He damn well knew that.

“I am just checking to make sure,” he said, with a chuckle, as if he had read my thoughts. “Are you sexually attractive to this construction worker Steven tells me about?”

“Yes, but—”

“You know what I think, Trip?” he murmured. “I think Steve knew what he was doing—what both of us, you and I, needed—when he put us together. Please don’t say no to me.”

While he was kissing me on the lips; the cheeks; my throat; my nipples, as he unbuttoned and spread my shirt open; and then on my belly, as he slipped my trousers off, I never once tried to say no. He gently repositioned me on my back on the sofa cushions, and I spread my legs so that he could lay between them. He supported his weight on his knees and elbows, or he would have crushed me. The size and weight of him held me psychologically captive under him on the sofa. If he hadn’t let me push him away or roll out from under him, I would not have had the physical strength to do so. He was so charismatic and overwhelming that I didn’t try.

As he sucked my cock and rolled my balls with his fingers, all I could do was continually, whimper “yes, yes, yes.” I came in this throat quickly. The tension had been building up in me so long that I came in a flood of release.

He raised up on his knees between my legs, and I took in my breath at the magnificent ebony musculature of his torso as he pulled his T-shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor. I heard the zipper of his shorts being pulled down, and he stood up from the sofa briefly to pull his shorts and briefs off and to roll a condom on his erection. I sucked in my breath again and began to pant.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” I murmured, leaving no question that I would accept him.

With all of the dissimilarities between Evan and Linc, there was one thing in which they were the same—they both were as hung as bulls. Where Evan had been cut and the skin of his cock was the same milk-chocolate shade of his skin, Linc was uncut and, though his skin was an ebony color, his cock was even darker, jet black.

I didn’t have long to observe it, though, as he was descending on his knees between my spread thighs again, was grasping and spreading and lifting my butt cheeks to his crotch, and was rimming my entrance with his sheathed cock bulb. I arched my back, reached over my head and gripped the curled rattan arm of the sofa to hold myself steady, and cried out in both pain and ecstasy as he forced himself inside me, and then deeper and deeper yet, spreading my channel as it had never been spread before, even by Evan. As he began to move inside me, in and out and in and out, in deeper and then deeper yet, I felt my walls roll open for him and my passage muscles begin to ripple over his steel-hard, ever-probing cock. We set up a mutual rhythm of the fuck, both of us panting and moaning and working to meld with each other with the pleasure and primeval beat of the fuck. Both of us had done this frequently before; but I, at least, hadn’t done it for several months.

When he’d finished me, me ejaculating up his flat, hard belly again, and him jerking and gushing into the bulb of his condom three times, we lay there, panting, him holding me in a close embrace. Only then did I realize that he was smothering me with his extra seventy pounds of muscle.

“You’re crushing me,” I murmured.

“Sorry. So sorry,” he answered. He moved most of his weight to his knees and elbows. “Sorry,” he said again.

I thought the second “sorry” was for more than his crushing weight. “You needn’t be sorry,” I whispered. “You are right. I needed that. I was just fooling myself and feeling sorry for myself for too long.”

“I wasn’t saying I was sorry for fucking you. I’m going to do it again when we’ve recovered. I’m going to take you upstairs and bed you.”

“Yes,” I said. “But not my bed. Not that . . . yet.”

“I understand.” And, strangely enough, I accepted that he did understand that I wasn’t ready yet to bring anyone into the bed that had been Evan’s and mine. I felt this charismatic preacher man understood it all. And I trusted him to make it all right.

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John Kelley, the Resident Advisor of my floor of my dormitory Freshman year, was really, really hot: 6′ 2″, short red hair, beautiful lean muscular body, bright green eyes, dark lashes and brows, thick 9″ uncut cock. He looked like Brendan Griffin on “Gotham.” He was the captain of the university swim team.

He hosted beer and pot parties in his room where 8 or so guys from the floor, black, white, Latino, including the football players, including Luther Meijer, a hot, Midwesterner redhead with a thick 9″ uncut cock, all watched straight porn and jerked off. I could see that they all had nice big cocks, most uncut.

One evening, two weeks into the year, John came to my room and asked if I could suck them all off that evening at his party as he saw me staring at the cocks. I said, “Yes, but I’ve never sucked a cock.”

He dropped his pants and underwear and while stroking his big uncut cock, smiled and said, “I’ll teach you.” He sat on the bed and told me to kneel down between his knees and stroked his cock to get it hard.

Then he said, “I am going to gently push your mouth and throat down on my cock. When you’re comfortable with it, I’ll hold your head and bob it up and down until I cum in your throat.”

He was gentle and took his time, but eventually all 9″ of his fat uncut cock was all the way down my throat, my nose was in his amazing smelling pubes and his balls were on my drool-covered chin.

He flexed his hips gently up and down moving his cock in and out of my tonsils. I soon felt his cock throb wildly in my throat and as he grunted loudly, he shot, and I swallowed his entire huge load of semen.

I looked up into his eyes, “John, I cannot imagine a better man to teach me how to deepthroat cock. You are amazing.”

He answered, “You did really well. I’m a bit surprised. Thank you. There is only one guy who’s going to be there as big and thick as me, so you should be able to handle all them. You have a nice cock, too.”

I stood up and he got on his knees and sucked my cock and swallowed my semen.

That evening when we were watching porn, stroking our cocks, smoking pot and drinking our beers, John announced, “Mike is now going to suck all our cocks. I trained him well, I know he’s truly gifted. Mike, start with Luis pointing to a hot Latino who didn’t live on our floor (who looked like Brazilian actor Caua Reymond) and work your way around the room, ending with me.”

They all sat and held my head with one hand, pushing me down when I came up, and their joint or beer in the other hand. Each would yell out when their cocks throbbed, and they came down my throat. We ended the session with John sucking my cock and swallowing my load.

A week later, John told me to get on my knees in the middle of the room and told the 8 guys there to jerk mecidiyeköy escort off on my face. Then, John pushed all that cum into my mouth with his cock head, then fucked it down my throat with one hand on the back of my head and the other on my throat.

He told the guys, “I can feel my big cock going in and out Mike’s tight throat. You all are going to LOVE using his hot throat!”

A week later, he came to my room and told me it was time to learn how to get fucked, saying he’ll go slow, use lube and a condom, and to get on my back on my bed with my legs up.

He pushed my knees back, pushed my legs back and got down on his knees and started tonguing my ass.

He flicked the tip of his tongue across my anus, then with the flat top of his tongue, licked my anus. I groaned and groaned. He then lubed my ass and started fingering me. When he got 4 fingers in, he slowly inserted his cock, whispering in my ear, “Let me know when it feels OK and I’ll start fucking you hard and take your ass cherry and, I promise, make you groan more.”

I answered, “Fuck my ass now! Hard!” He looked into my eyes, intoxicating me, holding my knees down and fucked me hard, and as his cock pulsated wildly up my ass, with me groaning and groaning and shaking my head back and forth, came up my ass in his condom, yelling loudly, “My God, thank you for this amazing ass!”

Then he said, “Please get on your knees, bend back your head and open your mouth wide!” He poured his hot, sweet semen from the condom in my mouth then throat fucked it down to my belly and as his cock throbbed in my throat, shot another big load down into my belly, again yelling, “My God, thank you for this amazing cocksucker.”

I asked him about “thanking God.” He said he was a good Catholic boy who always showed his gratitude when God blessed him.

I said, “I like that, you’re a nice guy. Are you a mama’s boy?”

He had a quizzical look on his face for about a second, then smiled and said, “Yes, of course. Oldest of 7 children in a Boston Irish family. Had 4 younger sisters and my grandmother and great grandmother lived with us. Why do you ask?”

“You just have something about you. Being careful teaching me to suck cock and get fucked. You look after the boys on your floor. It’s totally hot! I also have a thing for redheads. So, hot.”

“Good for me, good for you, good for the men at my parties! Now, please fuck my ass.” He got on his back on my bed. I pushed his legs up and licked his asshole. He moaned. I put a condom on my cock, lubed his ass and fingered it a bit and I slid my cock up his ass and slowly fucked him holding his knees down.

He and I were groaning, then I grunted loudly, and my cock throbbed as I shot up his ass. He said, “Mike, I could feel you pendik escort cock throb. Please feed me your semen!”

He got on his knees with his head bent back and looked up at me. I poured my semen down his throat. He swallowed, smiled and opened his mouth up again. I inserted my cock, held the sides of his pretty head and slowly fucked his throat. I grunted and shot down his throat. He said, “I hope my semen is as sweet as your semen.”

He hosted parties in his room over twenty times my freshman year. Some of the guys also came to my room where I sucked them and let some of the hotter, hunger, uncut ones fuck me.

One of them, Luther Meijer, became my other cock master. Luther looked like the “Gotham” actor Phillip James Griffith. We hooked up often in his or my room the first semester of our Freshman year. He was a Quarterback on the football team and a Chemical Engineering major.

One morning, I found a note that John had been slipped under my door: “Please come to my room this evening at 7:00.” I knocked on his door and he opened it. He was naked and Luis were naked sitting on his bed with huge hard-ons and smiles on their beautiful faces.

John said, “Luis is my boyfriend. We are going to spit roast you, which means we’re going to fuck you from both ends, going back and forth as long as we have loads to give you.”

After, Luis said, “Mike, you are a better cocksucker than John.”

John said, “Mike, you are a better bottom than Luis.”

I said with my best innocent boy face on, “Keep me out of your boyfriend squabbles. I want to keep getting spit roasted by you hot guys.” It was amazing.

I spent over an hour with them taking turns fucking my throat, then my ass, pouring the condom semen in my mouth, fucking that down my throat over and over.

I asked, “John, I know you’re Irish. Luis, what are you?”

He said, “Brazilian.” This was 1983. I told them that I had so much respect that John had admitted he had a boyfriend and hoped they could live openly.

John got on his knees and put a condom on my cock. “Fuck my Irish ass, Mike!” I saw Luis smile. John bent over, I ate and fingered his ass, then inserted my cock. I held his hips and piston fucked him. I grunted, my cock throbbed, and I shot. John said, “Mike, I could feel you cock throb as you shot up my ass. Feed me that semen!”

He got on his knees, opened his mouth. I poured in my semen which he swallowed. He opened his mouth wide and I throat fucked him and shot another load down his throat. I pulled out and Luis got on his knees and rubbed my cock to get it hard again.

Looking up at me, he rolled a condom down on my cock, then got up, bent over with his hands on the bed and shook his ass. I lubed his ass, fingered it, making him groan. I sancaktepe escort said, “Luis, I hope you groan more as I fuck your ass with my thick cock.”

I fucked him slowly and he did groan. I grunted, my cock throbbed, and I shot into the condom. He got on his knees, bent his head back. I poured my semen down his throat and he swallowed. He put his head down and opened his mouth looking up at me. I throat fucked him and fed him another load. He said, “Thank you, Mike. I guess we’re now all cock masters!”

Luther and I ended up in the same Italian and Chemistry classes the second semester. Luther was not doing well in Italian and I was not doing well in Chemistry. Luther sat in the back in Italian and hoped Senora Calabrese would never call on him. She called on me often. I struggled in Chemistry and was getting frustrated.

I tutored Luther in Italian. One day, Senora Calebrese called on me and I said, “I defer to Luther.” She was surprised, but Luther answered the question correctly, in Italian, and they both were very pleased.

As we were walking back to our dorm, Luther told me he was going to suck my cock to thank me. He gave me an amazing, slow, good-suction blowjob and swallowed my semen. When he got a good grade on an Italian test, he sat on my cock, I fed him my condom semen, then throat fucked more semen down his throat.

Luther tutored me in Chemistry, and we became lab partners. As he was already fucking my ass and throat, I just let him fuck my ass and throat more often and more aggressively.

The night before we had to leave the dorms for Summer break, John came to my room to thank me for keeping his guys and his boyfriend satisfied by putting me on my back on my bed with my legs over his shoulders and fucking me hard and, shouting out as his cock pulsated wildly and he dumped another huge load into a condom.

He turned me over and around. I knew to bend back my head back and open my mouth wide. He poured the semen from his condom in my mouth and aggressively throat fucked another load down it. Then, he put his hands on the bed and sucked my 8″ uncut cock and swallowed my semen. I got up, we got dressed. John French kissed me before he left, and we could taste our cum in each other’s mouths.

We hooked up in his room many times over the next two years until he graduated. I hooked up several times with members of his swim team, all hot, lean, muscular men with big, uncut cocks spit roasting me.

John also joined me and Luther in our “study sessions” in Luther’s room when he lived in the Theta Chi house. Lots of Luther and me spit roasting John, John and me spit roasting Luther, and Luther and John spit roasting me.

A week before my graduation, John threw me a graduation party in the basement “dungeon” in the house that he and Luis were renting inviting all the guys I’d sucked or gotten fucked by including Luther, Luis, all the guys from Rodney and select guys from the swim team.

I really, really hope they were able to marry as they were a perfect couple and I can only image how many cock slaves they’d use in that amazing basement dungeon.

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Me and Ryan have always been best friends. We grew up that way. Our parents were best friends and were always doing things together and going on vacations.

We told each other everything, and talked about everything as well. As kids, when we were alone, our favorite topic was sex. We compared knowledge and our fantasies. As young growing up boys we even experimented with each other. But as we grew older, and became teenager’s we still could talk about it, and when we had sleep overs, we wouldn’t experiment with each other, but we did enjoy beating off together at night while watching dirty video’s on PPV channels.

I’m very straight, Ryan is too. But as we were used to jack ourselves off while Ryan was focused on the video on the TV, I was watching him, and thinking of what having sex with a man, specifically him. Would be like.

Ryan grew out to be a nice looking young man. He worked out in high school, and played sports, and had a very hot hard body, that I saw while he wore swim trunks on vacations our families went on Together. I often found myself picturing his hot body when I was in bed jacking myself off.

I kept these feelings to myself, and still completely found myself attracted to women. I would never think about dating a guy, just fucking my best friend Ryan. Then, in our senior year of high school, our families took a trip to Virginia beach. We would be sharing a room of course, as our sisters would be doing.

We had a very fun vacation. In the day I was able to watch him as we swam in the ocean. Watching his muscular body, and sometimes getting a glance at his tight ass if a wave blessed me, and pulled his loose trunks down.

Then one night, after everyone was asleep, and we were talking in our room quietly, our conversation drifted to the topic of sex, as it usually does.

“How far have you got with a girl.” He asked me. I hadn’t gotten very far. “I’ve felt a chick up before. And she gave me a hand job.” I Lied, I really only made out with a girl or two. “Yeah well I’ve gotten head, and I ate this one girl out a few weeks ago.

Of course he had gotten farther then me. I didn’t doubt he was telling the truth. He is a hot guy. Talking about this subject got me aroused on its own, as I looked at his cute face, and his nice chest. Which was not covered by a shirt in the hot Virginia night. “Speaking’ of the subject, Mark, I brought a nice video along, lucky for us we got the room with the VCR.” He stated slyly. He was right, our family’s rented out a big beach house, and we had the only room with the VCR. He got up, I couldn’t help but watch his ass as he walked over to his bag, in only his boxers. Lucky I was under the sheets maltepe escort of my bed, because I already had a hard on.

He popped in the tape and we began watching a hot sex scene with a great looking blond with huge tits getting rammed in the ass by some big stud. I glanced over to Ryan, and of course, as was ritual, he was on top of his covers, openly masturbating his dick. Why not right? We were both straight. As he was fixed on the movie, I began watching his blurry hand swiftly stoking his thick 8 inch shaft. His cock was huge compared to my six and a half incher. But we were friend’s and I felt comfortable enough that, as I always did, I joined in, pulling out my erect soldier. Besides, he was watching the hot sex scene on TV, he didn’t even notice I was transfixed on his sweaty nude body, his chest heaving as he laid back roughly beating his thick meat.

Not wanting to be caught in the act of watching my masturbating best friend, I turned my attention to the porno as I beat my shlong. But his image was fixed in my mind still. I hadn’t scene him in the nude since we were 15 when we used to watch his dads porno’s on sleep overs. We had both grown more since then.

Then, as I fought to keep my gaze on the TV, I saw the hot jock, that was my best friend, looking over at me as he continued his relentless beating of his cock. I couldn’t help but return his gaze. And I did, our eyes met, and he smiled at me… turning me on even more at the sight of the dimples that formed on his cheeks when he smiled.

“Your lookin’ good, Mark.” Ryan calmly stated. “You starting to work out?” I was caught off guard, I certainly didn’t look as good as he did. I hadn’t worked out nearly as much as he did, I couldn’t find anything more to do then shake my head no.

“Do you remember when we used to fool around when we were kids?” He questioned, as I continued to stare wide eyed at his questioning, naked body. Again I couldn’t find a reply, I just shook my head yes.

“Did you ever wonder what it would be like now Mark?” Ryan asked. I finally found the courage to speak up a bit. This is it! My fantasy come true! Ryan might want to experiment, like I do!!! “Yeah, all the time.” I replied, then I blushed thinking about what I said. Ryan laughed, and then got up and walked his sexy ass across the room to my bed.

I tensed a bit as he sat down beside me. “Its all right man, there aren’t no chicks here, so it’s okay for two straight guys to do it.” He assured me. He was right! I was perfectly fine with substituting a hot girl with my muscular best friend Ryan.

I nodded again, and then he put his hand on the back of my head, and manavgat escort guided me down towards the musky smell of his crotch. I opened wide and didn’t know what to expect as I took the first and only cock of my life into my hot wet mouth. He meant business and forced me to take almost all of his huge engorged penis into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his cock and he began pushing down on my head, forcing me to give him a blow job. I tried my best to let it go into my throat, and to lick the shaft as it went in and out. I must have been doing a good job because Ryan began to softly moan. “that’s how ya do it buddy! Aaaw that’s as good as when that bitch did it!! Oh yes!” He proclaimed as I quickened my pace, slurping his hard cock in and out of my mouth with ease. I must have gotten carried away because he pulled my head away from his penis, sweat pouring off his hot heaving chest.

“You almost took me over the edge too soon buddy…. I want to fuck your tight little ass first! Do you want that!?” I was not shy anymore. “Oh yeah Ryan! I want that pole in my asshole now!” I got on my hands and knees sticking my ass out in his face. He spread my cheeks with both hands and stuck his face in my crack, licking my hole to get it ready. I moaned at the touch of his tongue as he inserted it right up my corn hole. Then I felt his hot cock head touch my puckered hole, and I knew I had to brace myself.

Then Ryan thrust his hips forward and his giant head entered my butt hole. I almost yelped out loud in pain. But held it in so I didn’t wake our parents. Then my best friend let out a quiet moan of pleasure and began pushing his shaft harder. I Winced as his 8″ monster entered my Hershey highway completely. “Mark, you okay?” He asked. I didn’t think I could stop him anyway, so I just nodded. And then he grabbed both my hips with his hands and began pumping in and out of my ass. Suddenly, through the pain, I found pleasure. He was hitting me in places that have never been reached before. It began to feel good. I began to buck my hips with him as I realized I was getting anal fucked by my best friend. This is what I’ve been dreaming of in my bed alone for a long while. His bumping and grinding got faster and we were both panting and keeping ourselves from screaming out.

He pulled out and flipped me onto my back. I stuck my legs into the air and he let them rest up on his shoulders as he went to insert his hot pulsating member back into my hole. It glided in easier this time and he began fucking me in this position. I laid sprawled on the bed with my legs up over his broad shoulders… He began jacking me off as I moaned quietly in utter marmaris escort ecstasy. He must have felt the same way because in this position I now had a look at his face and he looked like he was in heaven as his pumping became more ridged and hard. After we fucked until I thought I was going to pass out he pulled out and I was left wondering if it was over without either of us even getting ourselves off. Then he pulled me up and was sitting on the edge of the bed. He turned my back to him and sat me down onto his rock hard cock again. It slid in with ease this time and I began bouncing up and down as I sat on my best friend Ryan’s big cock. as we began going at a blinding speed I thought I could have actually shot off a load without even touching myself as I continued to let myself be Ryan’s ass slave. It was the best feeling in the world as my hot friend Ryan continued ramming his pool deep within the crevasses off my anal cavity.

“Oh fuck of Fuck Mark I’m cuming!” He announced. I was perfectly happy with that, as I was in my own world of pleasure from his anal ride of pleasure. I continued to bounce even faster as his hands guided me up and down wrapped around my waist. Then he shuttered inside me and stopped abruptly letting his cock slip all the way into my ass his pupic hair touched my ass crack as I felt him convulse and my asshole was flushed with his hot cum. Jet stream after stream poured into my ass and out the sides as he remained inside my body, all the while quietly moaning. Then we he collapsed back onto the bed, and I slipped his cock out of my aching stretched ass and laid on the bed. His man juice pouring out of my hole. I was perfectly happy with what had happened, but then he rolled over and, being the great friend he was, was willing to let me shoot my load to. He took my whole 6 and a half inches into his mouth and sucked it up and down its shaft. I was on cloud nine, and in seconds ready to blow. As if Ryan knew this he stopped sucking and laid me down.

I laid flat on my back, and facing me, he sat his hot tight ass down right onto my cock, which was sticking strait in the air. He began bouncing up and down, giving me the ride of my life. His ass was surprisingly easy to slide into because of all of the sweat that built up during his long anal ramming of my little ass. I didn’t have to put forth any effort as he rid my like I’ve never before. All the while we were both panting and he was moaning “yes yes yes!!” I let out an “Oooooh Ryan I’m gonna blow my load.” as I realized that the anal fucking he gave me was only the second best feeling in the world, and my balls tightened and I released all my energy in one long stream of hot white juice.

He collapsed onto me and our sweaty bodies just laid in my bed, which was now soaked in cum and sweat. I realized that I just sucked and fucked, and got sucked and fucked, by my best friend… My deepest fantasy… and at that moment I knew that for me and Ryan, it was okay for straight guys to do it…

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Inspired by a fan of my writing, whose heartfelt messages to me about a lost love pretty much forced me to write this story, a tribute to a very special friendship that went from being 18 and naive until just recently. I hope I did it justice.

***

When I emerged from the bathroom, my best friend was on his back in bed, naked except for his underwear, and as I looked at him, arms and legs akimbo and with his eyes closed, I started to get emotional, knowing this would likely be the last time we would ever do what we were about to do.

How many times had we been like this over the years? Dozens and dozens of times over the years, but not nearly often enough to suit me. I remember the first time like it was yesterday…

***

It began with us finding some dirty magazines his old man didn’t hide well enough, and then he suggested we jerk off, producing a jar of Vaseline from his night table next to his bed.

“Somebody said it feels better when somebody else does it to you,” Bobby said, and although he said he couldn’t remember exactly who said it, I didn’t care. I was in love with Bobby, and had always wanted to do exactly what he was proposing.

“Do me first,” Bobby said as we got undressed, and while I had seen him naked plenty of times over the years, this was going to be different.

Bobby was about a half foot shorter than I was, and weighed probably 75 less as well. His mother called us Mutt and Jeff, and I guess that’s because we were so different. I was the big homely guy and Bobby was the cute kid that the girls loved, and I could see why.

Even his dick was cute, I noted as I looked at the skinny wrinkled tube wiggling around as he jumped on the bed. I felt kinda bad for him because his dick was so small and skinny compared to mine, but the moment I touched it I knew something was different about his.

The was the first dick besides my own that I had ever touched, so I had nothing to compare it with but my own, but when I lifted it off his balls – a nut sack that was really big – I was surprised at how rubbery it was.

Bobby was looking over the magazine at what I was doing, and as I pulled on it, much to my amazement his cock kept getting longer and longer as it stiffened. Not much thicker, indeed when it became fully erect a minute later it wasn’t much more than half as thick as mine, but the length?

“Holy shit!” I recall saying as I held his long prong upright, the shaft slick with jelly and throbbing in my grasp. “How the fuck…”

“What’s wrong?” Bobby asked.

“Your cock – it’s freaking huge!” I exclaimed, looking back and forth at Bobby’s face and the weapon in my fist. “It’s way bigger than mine!”

“No it isn’t,” Bobby said, but then he looked between my legs at my dick, which was hard and fully engorged.

These days, the idea of a couple 18 year old guys never having seen another erect dick before would be crazy, but back in 1970 there was no Internet. Hell, most of the dirty magazines didn’t even show the women’s pussies, so while we grew up seeing everybody else’s limp dicks in gym, you never saw one stiff besides your own.

“You’re right,” Bobby said, sitting up and looking at my cock which was pointing at me friend even though I hadn’t touched it, such was my excitement over what I was doing to Bobby, and he seemed as surprised as I was. “Wow! I always figured yours was way bigger.”

It was then that we both learned about the showers and growers, which are the terms used today. Bobby’s wasn’t twice as long as mine, like I told him it was, but the difference was still very noticeable. We even took out a ruler to find out how different.

“8 and a quarter inches!” I announced as we interrupted our jerking off to measure. “You lucky bastard.”

“It’s only a couple of inches longer than yours,” Bobby said, good friend that he was, but when he had measured me he had the ruler pressed hard into me, giving me probably an inch more than I deserved. “Yours is better because it’s way thicker. Girls like thick better than long.”

I didn’t know about that because no girl had really touched it in my 18 years, at least not one sober enough to remember it. Bobby was the ladies man, but I sensed that he was just trying to make me feel good by saying that, but him being my superior in yet another aspect of life didn’t bother me.

On the contrary, I was happy for him, and when I went back to stroking that long greased dick I made it last as long as I could. I managed to prolong it so long that Bobby had to ask me to make him cum because his balls were starting to ache.

“Oh man, it does feel better when somebody else does it!” Bobby announced as I used both hands to milk every drop out of his deflating dick before letting it go. “Your turn.”

I assumed his position, even though the high point for me was over, and as Bobby greased up his hand and knelt beside me, I reached over and grabbed his dick, which was back to the tiny tube I was more used to.

“Still can’t believe it,” I muttered keçiören escort as Bobby’s hand grabbed my cock, still stunned over how that 2″ had more than quadrupled in size while mine hardly grew at all when erect.

“See? I can’t even get my hand around yours,” Bobby declared as his hand went slowly up and down the short trip from stump to tip.

“I notice you aren’t using two hands like I did with yours,” I mentioned as I tried to not to cum right away, but I was too excited and was spurting my load in about a minute or so.

“Don’t ever tell anybody about this,” Bobby said as we cleaned up, and that was fine with me.

“I won’t. You know, it was better that way,” I agreed. “Want to do it again?”

“Maybe tomorrow night,” Bobby said. “I don’t want to turn gay.”

It was too late for me, I mused. Especially now.

***

That was then, and years later we were still doing it, even as my best friend Bobby was about to get married. Things had changed a little over the years however, as least part of it. Bobby still gave me hand jobs, but my role had changed over time.

The first time I did it, I claimed I was drunk that night, but I wasn’t. I was curious. I didn’t know how to suck a cock, but a man had sucked mine in his car after giving me a ride home from college, so I paid attention and did my best to remember.

I must have been a fast learner, because Bobby loved it. The only thing was, he could not bring himself to reciprocate, no matter how hard I tried.

“I’m sorry man,” Bobby said after moving his face toward my cock only to back away at the last minute time after time. “I just can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright Bobby,” I said after I saw he was upset, way more so than I was, and I guessed that might have been a result of growing up listening to his old man rant and rave about minorities, homosexuals and just about everybody under the sun.

“I really want to, but…”

“It’s okay,” I insisted as he reached for the Vaseline. “You don’t even have to do that if you don’t want to.”

“No, I don’t mind doing this,” he insisted. “This is kind of fun. I just can’t – you know? When I came, did you swallow that?”

“A little,” I said, even though I hadn’t planned on it, but when Bobby came hard and fast I ended up with a spurt down the throat before letting the rest of his load slide back down the shaft from my mouth. “It wasn’t too bad.”

“Did you even do that before?” Bobby asked as he watched the head of my cock get redder as he jacked me off.

“No,” I answered honestly, and then I told him about the man in the car.

“I think I might be queer,” I said as tears welled up in my eyes. “Don’t hate me – please.”

“Hate you?” Bobby said, looking at me like I crazy. “I don’t hate you. After all we’ve been through together? Don’t ever tell my old man though, but I don’t care. Hell, I suspected it a long time ago.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, but it didn’t matter to me. You’re the best friend I could ever have,” Bobby said, and that was when the dam broke and I went to pieces, causing Bobby to tear up as well.

“I love you man,” I said when I gained control of my emotions.

“I love you too,” Bobby said.

Just not the same way, I remember thinking even though he hadn’t said it.

***

This became our regular routine, even when school and jobs caused us to not see each other as much. Even after Bobby met Eileen, the girl who would be his wife, he still would get together with me. Maybe it was because she was a virgin who wouldn’t give him much of anything, although perhaps it was because of something else.

I was a cocksucker. Not just a guy who could suck cock but a true artist according to Bobby, whose cock had been in many a mouth before he got engaged. I was not only good at it, but was able to do something no girl had managed.

“Holy shit!” I remember Bobby exclaim when he felt my lips around the base of his manhood and the tip of his long spear hitting my throat.

How did I get so good? Practice, although to be honest I was inspired by my love of Bobby more so than any faceless other dick that might have come my way. I made love to his cock, maybe in hopes that he would always keep coming back for more. The hand jobs? If he ever stopped giving them to me, it wouldn’t have mattered, because I only wanted to make him happy.

***

For my 21st birthday, Bobby asked me what I wanted as a present, and I didn’t have to think about it for long, because it was on my mind a lot lately, but I didn’t think Bobby would go for it.

“Damn,” Bobby muttered when I suggested what I had in mind. “And to think I was afraid that you were going to ask me to blow you.”

“I’ve never done this before with anybody,” I said honestly. “I’ll probably never do it again either, but if I was going to do it I’ve always wanted you to be the one.”

“I don’t know,” Booby said. “I’ll have to get really drunk.”

“And then you would be küçükçekmece escort able to get it up,” I complained. “Look, if you don’t want to do it, that’s fine. No harm in my asking, but you were the one that gave me my choice of presents.”

I was stunned when he agreed, and on the night of my 21st birthday he came to my apartment, armed with a six pack and a tense expression on his face.

I had made it easy for him, even going through the lubrication of my back door and not eating for a couple of days prior. I had shaved the hair away from my opening as well, wanting to make it as bearable as I could for him, and a couple of beers later we were in my bed, with the lights down low and the soft music on. It was like my wedding night.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I remembering hearing Bobby say as he climbed behind me.

“It’s okay, Bobby,” I assured him. “Don’t worry.”

Bobby fumbled around back there, probably not trying to look at what he was doing, but when the tip of his member found the balloon knot I leaned back and he slid into me like a knife through butter. While I groaned in ecstasy Bobby kept sliding deeper and deeper until he had impaled me completely, and only then did he pull out almost all the way.

In and out, slowly at first and then picking up in intensity. Bobby felt so good inside of me, and I tried to stay balanced while reaching down and trying to jerk myself off while he fucked me.

“Here,” I heard Bobby say before I felt his arm reaching around me, and after he nudged my hand away from myself he started jerking me off.

I came almost right away, and Bobby came right after I did. It hadn’t even lasted two minutes but they were the best two minutes of my life, and after Bobby’s deflating dick slithered out of me I heard him whisper Happy Birthday and then left the room.

When I went out to the living room Bobby looked very uncomfortable, seeming unable to look me in the eye. I feared that what we had done had scarred our friendship and told Bobby that, but he said wasn’t the case.

I didn’t seem him for a while after that, but then he showed up at my door and we were back to normal, which I was grateful for, but I never suggested doing that again, no matter how bad I wanted to feel Bobby inside of me.

***

When Bobby told me that he was going to get married, I pretended to be happy, but inside I was hurt and jealous. I didn’t like his future wife, and she didn’t like me either. I think we were both jealous of each other.

Eileen was jealous of me because my friendship with Bobby was so strong that she felt threatened by it. If she ever knew about the things Bobby and I did to each other that dislike would have gone through the roof.

My jealously stemmed from the fact that she would be sleeping with the man I loved, doing the intimate things that I long to be doing with him.

Bobby asked me to be his best man, but I declined because I knew my even being there would upset Eileen and ruin the day for everybody. So after his bachelor party we went to my apartment for a nightcap, knowing that the next time I would see Bobby he would be married.

When I emerged from the bathroom, my best friend was on his back in bed, naked except for his underwear, and as I looked at him, arms and legs akimbo and with his eyes closed, I started to get emotional, knowing this would likely be the last time we would ever do what we were about to do.

I undressed while looking at Bobby, and by the time I got naked my cock was hard. I climbed on the bed and knelt next to Bobby, my hand going to the little pouch in his jockeys, and when my hand began to rub it the bulge grew and Bobby smiled while opening his eyes.

“One last time?” I said as I peeled his underwear down and his long prong swung backwards onto his stomach.

“What do you mean?” Bobby said, but when I said that with him being married I knew he wouldn’t be paying these visits to me anymore.

“Why not?” Bobby said, and he made it clear that he had no intention of our friendship being affected by his being married, and although he said that while he wouldn’t be able to stop by as often, he was planning on continuing to get together.

“For golf, ball games, and… you know,” Bobby said with a wink. “This too. Eileen – I wish you two got along so you could teach her how to suck cock. She’s horrible.”

“And besides,” Bobby added, and as I bent over to give him the best head he would ever get, I felt his hand reaching up between my legs to grab my cock in his fist. “I have to admit that I love doing this. Eileen hasn’t got one of these.”

I couldn’t answer because I had something in my mouth and throat, but as I sucked his cock I heard him say softly, “Maybe someday I’ll get the guts to…”

He didn’t finish, and I didn’t press it.

***

There was a play and a movie called Same Time Next Year, where this man and woman who were once lovers but had ended up with other people, would meet kurtköy escort for a few days each summer in some resort without their spouses knowing.

That was Bobby and I. For the next 40 years we got together frequently, doing all of the things we always did, like playing golf or going to the races or ballgames. The other stuff we did as well, even though it got a little tricky when I got married.

I did it just to fit in, and it wasn’t that bad, although the poor woman deserved better than a gay guy. The sex was alright, but there was a hitch in that as well.

“You think so?” I remember asking my future ex-wife saying when she first met Bobby.

“It’s like we’re related,” Becky said after she mentioned that she looked something like Bobby.

“I don’t see it,” I lied.

She did facially, especially when she had her hair cut short. She had a boyish body, and when she was on her back she was like Bobby with larger nipples and without an 8″ cock between her legs.

Our marriage was okay in the beginning, and Becky made every effort to make it work, even going along when I asked to so stop shaving.

“I’ve got to shave my legs though,” Becky said after I asked her to go natural. “I’d get laughed out of work if they saw me with hairy legs.”

She did go along with not shaving her underarms though, at least for the first couple of years, after I said I was a child of the sixties and thought she would look cool.

What she looked like, in fact, was a lot like Bobby, and like my best friend she had real hairy armpits. Poor woman, there I was trying to make her look like my buddy, and there were very few times when we were having sex that I wasn’t imagining it was actually Bobby underneath me.

Our marriage lasted 20 years and we had a couple of great kids, but in the end she asked for a divorce and I didn’t fight her.

“It’s like we’re brother and sister,” Becky said when she broke the news, and when I shrugged and agreed, Becky added, “I also think I’ve fallen in love with someone else.”

“Oh,” I said, acting a little annoyed even though I wasn’t. “Anybody I know? Not Bobby I hope?”

“No, actually, it’s not a guy,” she said sheepishly. “I know what you must think.”

“No you don’t,” I said, and how I managed to not burst out laughing still amazes me. “I understand.”

That was the end of my sham marriage as I moved out and into an apartment, which as least made it easier for Bobby and I to have our time together.

***

For my 50th birthday, Bobby took me to a basketball game, and then we went back to my apartment where we undressed.

“Here goes nothing,” Bobby said after I had sucked his beautiful manhood dry, and when his hand went down to grab my cock, instead of jerking me off he lowered his head.

“Pretty bad, wasn’t it?” Bobby said after he had finished me off by hand after sucking my dick for about 5 minutes or so.

“You would get better with practice,” I said, and while it was bad, it was good in another way, and I appreciated him trying so much that it didn’t matter if his teeth had scraped me raw. I felt no pain.

***

Last fall Bobby had a heart attack. I visited him in the hospital just before he passed away, and I felt so helpless looking at him but tried to cheer him up with jokes, even reaching under the sheet to grab his dick.

“Probably couldn’t get hard – I’m so doped up,” Bobby said as I stretched out that little peanut while keeping an eye out for anybody entering the room.

I had offered to give him head, which at least made him laugh, but then he got serious.

“I have to tell you something,” Bobby said. “Please. I’ve been practicing this speech, and this might be the last time we’ll see each other.”

“Bullshit,” I said while knowing he might be right.

“Remember your 21st birthday?” Bobby asked. “The gift you asked for?”

“Of course, it was the best gift I ever got.”

“You asked me what was wrong after we were done, and I told you nothing was,” Bobby continued. “I didn’t see you for a while.”

“I know. I was scared,” I interrupted.

“I was too. Terrified. I liked it, probably as much as you did,” Bobby confessed.

“You did? Well why didn’t you…”

“I was scared that I was queer,” Bobby said. “All my life I had heard my parents – especially my old man – rant about gays, and how if he ever had a gay kid he would kill him. His brother, my uncle, was gay, and that was why I never even met the guy. He was not welcome in our house because my father hated him for being weak, as he called it. That fucking pepperoni puffer can go straight to hell, he would rant. The way I felt about you, that wasn’t right, even in my mind. It was a weakness.”

“That’s why I got married. Eileen? She’s alright, but I don’t love her. Not the way I felt about you.”

“Why are you telling me this now?” I said, unable to stop the tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I had to. I hate myself. I’ve lived a lie. I should have just told you this when you said that you loved me back over 40 years ago. You made it easy. You did the hard part. All I had to do was say me too, and we could have had a life together,” Bobby said. “I just couldn’t, and now I feel like I wasted my life.”

“Pretty dumb, huh?” Bobby said weakly.

“No. I lived a lie too.”

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While I have never had a spontaneous ejaculation, I do get uncontrolled/unintended erections when wearing speedos.

Last week I went to the pool and had arranged with the Married Guy to maybe hook up afterward in the change rooms. Usually I just wear jeans over my speedos and leave them near the edge of the pool but it was kind of drizzling rain so I went into the change rooms which are a little walk from the pool.

There were a few people in the pool swimming laps, but otherwise no one around. I pulled down my jeans, I was wearing my black ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos under them. I grabbed my goggles and started walking to the pool.

By the time I walked the fifty meters from change rooms to the edge of the pool, I was nintey perfect erect! Just the feeling of wearing nothing but speedos, the feeling of being out in the open wearing very little is such a turn on for me. I didn’t waste anytime getting the water and as soon as I started swimming my cock calmed down a little bit.

The Married Guy (you’ll have to read my blog to find out how we became fuck buddies) grabbed the lane next to me. After swimming for nearly an hour the Married Guy and I walked back to the change rooms, he had a towel around his waist, I had nothing but my speedos and my growing fatih escort cock. I’m not sure this erection counts as spontaneous as I knew exactly what we were about to get up to in the change rooms.

The Married Guy and I hadn’t fooled around in a while and he had told me before that he was super horny.

When we entered the change rooms, I headed straight towards the disabled shower, it is bigger than the usual ones and is at the end of the row. The Married Guy checked that there was nobody else in there, threw his towel on his bag and headed down to join me. I had the water on when he came in wearing a classic black speedo.

As I mentioned earlier, I had gotten horny just walking up from the pool, as I got a view of the Married Guy without his towel i noticed that his black speedo wasn’t going to hide his erect cock.

He grabbed me by the throat and pushed me back against the tiled wall of the public shower.

Then his tongue was in my mouth, kissing me hard, there was a hint of violence but it was one hundred percent pure pent up sexual frustration. The Married Guy usually isn’t into much kissing but we were sucking face and our cocks were grinding against each other.

Breaking off our kiss, he dropped to his güngören escort knees and ripped my speedos down to the ground, the drawstring was still done up but he just ripped them down.

My cock popped out and was right there in front of his face and the Married Guy took it and started sucking it with the same ferocity that he had when we were making out just second ago. Since we had planned this rendezvous a few days in advance I had a full load of cum ready for the Married Guy. He was sucking my cock, I had my hands on the back of his head and it felt amazing.

Grabbing his head I started cumming in his mouth. I was trying to be quiet but if someone was getting changed, there is no mistaking what was going on in the last shower stall.

Half way, maybe a little more, through my orgasm the Married Guy had stood up and was kissing me again, He hadn’t swallowed my cum and now it was mixing in with both our mouths as we kissed again. There was some cum lost in the process and it was all over our chins and dripping on our chests.

Dropping to my knees, I had to kick one leg out of my speedos which were still around my ankles. I still had my back to the wall but now the Married Guys cock was at eye height just begging kadıköy escort to be released from the lycra of his black speedo. I pulled back the leg of his speedo releasing his fat, throbbing, cut, veiny, purple cock. I was admiring it but I didn’t have much time as the Married Guy was thrusting it towards my lips. My back was to the shower wall so it had no where to go except down my throat.

I took it all and it was getting jammed down my throat as the Married Guy thrusted. I pulled his balls out of his speedo and held on to them with my left hand to hold him back from impaling me on his cock. My right hand was stroking the bottom half of his manhood alternating as my lips took it in, and out, and in, and out.

The Married Guy was better at being quiet than I was just minutes earlier, his cum exploded into my throat without warning but I was expecting it. I took it all and didn’t let his cock out of my mouth until his cock began to soften. His hands were up on the shower wall above me as I drained every last drop. Before I got up I tucked his cock, and balls, back inside his speedo which was still stretched.

We got our shit together and left the shower cubical, thankfully (or maybe not) nobody had entered the change room while we had been doing our thing.

With his wife away for a week, the Married Guy was horny and asked me if he could come back to my place after he finished work and fuck me. It sounded great but I had some people coming over for dinner.

So the next day, instead of a swim, he came over and we fucked each other…

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I had decided it was time to let my best friend John fuck me in the ass. He had a really big dick, which had scared me off. But I realized if our play time was going to progress I had to give my ass up to him. Plus he had finally started sucking my cock.

A few days after our last fuck session, we drove several hours to a neighboring town to find an adult bookstore. We needed to find a couple of dildos to start working my ass so I could accept John’s huge dick.

I drove my pickup and John rode shotgun. It was early evening. We had each told our parents we were on a double date with our girlfriends.

About half an hour out of town, John reached over and started playing with my thigh, obviously hoping to find my dick.

“Dude, I’m driving!” I said feigning anger.

“I think we’re going to have to pull over at some point when it gets dark to take care of some business,” John said with a big smile on his face.

I suggested a dark road up Highway 212 on the way back. That’s where I would often go with Claudia to fuck her. There were very few houses up the road, so traffic was very light.

“Dude you still owe me that video of Claudia,” John said, reminding me he had seen Claudia not only naked, but fucking me too. “How tight is her pussy compared to my ass?”

I laughed out loud.

“It’s not contest man! You’re comparing a pussy to an ass! Your ass is super tight!” I responded.

“I can’t wait to find out,” John said to nobody in particular.

“As soon as I think you can fit that monster in my ass, it’s yours,” I said. “I promise.”

Neither one of use said anything for the next few minutes. I was trying to find the right time to bring up the idea of having a threesome with Claudia up again. John had not mentioned it since I brought it up a few days before. I finally decided now or never.

“So have you given that threesome any more thought?” I said. “You never agreed to it.”

John didn’t react. He didn’t say anything.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“I know that she’s not like the love of your life or anything, but are you going to be OK with that? Are you talking about me fucking her?” John asked.

“If you want to do that, yes,” I said. “Come on man. You and I are going to be friends forever. Claudia is just a girl I’m seeing. If you want to fuck her, I’m telling you that I’m OK with it and she’s up for it. Think about it.”

“So this is going to be a straight threesome right?” John asked. “I don’t feel comfortable doing any of our play time things in front of anyone else.”

I laughed out loud.

“Dude! Do you think I want my GIRLfriend to know that we’re fucking each other!?” I said emphasizing the word “girl” while still laughing. John smiled.

“I guess not man,” he replied, getting very animated. “Well then yes, I’d love to fuck her!”

John grew more and more excited as I told him how great Claudia was in bed. He was ready to lose the big “V.”

We finally arrived at our destination — a big, gaudy adult book store by the side of the highway. We parked behind the building hoping no one we recognized would see my beat up truck.

John and I walked in tentatively. The guy at the counter asked to see our IDs. He eyed us closely before letting us go inside.

We both spent about half an hour just looking at all the porn. There were all sorts of magazines from all over the place. I eventually wandered into the back part of the store where they had video booths. The door was open to one and I walked in. I immediately realized what was going on. There were glory holes perfectly cut out in each booth.

I found John and excitedly told him.

“So what? You want to put your dick through one?” he asked confused.

“I guess not. I’ve just never seen one,” I said almost giddy. To me what we were doing during our play time was super silivri escort taboo. To see gay sex so out in the open got me hot.

We both finally found our way to the toy section. We were amazed at the selection.

I found an anal beginner kit. It had several sized dildos and butt plugs as well as a big tube of lube and a DVD. It was $75, but worth the investment, I thought.

We walked up to the counter to pay for it. The guy at the counter rang us up, took our money, and put our stuff in a bag without even looking at us.

“That guy wasn’t even interested that two guys were buying all this stuff,” John said as we walked out. “I guess he’s seen all of it, huh?”

“I’m sure that guy realizes he’s no one to judge,” I said with a laugh. “He works at an adult bookstore!”

We both laughed.

About 45 minutes later we got closer to Highway 212, and we both started getting excited. John reached over and started working my dick through my pants. I used my right hand to massage his neck and play with his hair.

As I expected the road was completely deserted. I pulled off a bit past the main road and parked behind a big tree that I thought would provide some cover.

John and I unbuckled our seat belts and came together in the middle of the cab in a long, hard kiss.

After a few minutes of making out and grabbing our dicks through our pants, John asked what we should do.

“Pull your pants down to your knees and I’ll blow you,” I said. He did as I said.

I bent over and started sucking my friend’s big dick. It was much more difficult in the truck than in one of our beds. I got up and said, “Maybe we should get in the bed of the truck. I have a blanket in here for when me and Claudia fuck.”

We both made our way to the bed of the truck. It smelled a bit like gasoline and grass clippings, but we didn’t mind. John laid down on the blanket and I went to work on his big dick. It was super hard.

I bobbed up and down on it, taking a good six inches into my mouth. John moaned with pleasure.

I pulled off his dick and sucked his balls. I isolated his left nut and sucked it hard. He moaned and pulled my hair. I then took his right nut into my mouth and bit down on it — not hard enough to actually hurt him, but hard enough to send a flash of pain to his brain.

“Dude, I need the shocker,” John said.

“OK buddy,” I replied. “Let me get the lube we bought.”

I worked my way to the cab and got the lube. I had two fingers deep in my friend’s ass in no time.

John came after a few minutes of hard sucking. I had gotten very good at sucking his cock and didn’t lose one drop. I laid down next to him and shared a long kiss with him.

“OK, now I want to suck your dick,” he said.

“I’m not going to stop you if that’s what you think,” I said.

John gave me a wry smile and worked his way down to my dick. Although he had only sucked me off once, he was doing a great job. His mouth was bigger and deeper than Claudia’s so more of my dick fit in it. He had big juicy lips too and they felt good on my dick.

I could faintly make his face out as it bobbed up and down my hard dick as it was dark. I laid back and relaxed. It was early September and the night was nice and cool and my best buddy was sucking my dick.

Suddenly I got the jolt of my life. John plunged his finger deep into my ass without any warning.

“Argh!” I yelled. “What the hell are you doing asshole!?”

“It’s the shocker bitch!” John said with a laugh. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re really good at giving the shocker, but you’re a little bitch when it comes to taking the shocker, huh?”

I wasn’t amused but realized that I couldn’t say anything either.

I laid back down and let my friend probe my ass with his fingers. After a few minutes it began to feel tuzla escort really good to have him probe my ass with his finger while he sucked me off.

“You need to go deeper if you’re going to hit my prostate,” I said, a bit annoyed he was having such a hard time finding it.

“Oh you mean this?” John said sarcastically as he pushed his finger deeper into me poking my prostate.

I lost my breathe for a moment and literally squealed .

“I know where your prostate is,” John said. “You’ve fucked me often enough that I know exactly where it is. I was trying to stretch your cherry ass out for my dick when I fuck you later.”

John went back to work on my dick while pushing on my prostate. I could feel the cum flow desperately out of my dick every time he pushed on my gland. John continued to suck my dick, and fuck my ass with his finger. Every time that I started getting into the blowjob, he would push on my gland. It was perhaps the most intense sexual experience of my life.

“Please let me cum,” I begged in almost a whisper. “Please.”

John took his mouth off my dick and started jerking me with his left hand, while working his right finger as deep in me as possible.

I came with more force than ever, shooting my cum at least three feet into the air. I had no idea where it landed mostly because it was dark, but also because I couldn’t concentrate on it.

John stroked me until I collapsed on the truck bed. He lowered his head to clean my dick with his tongue. There was the cum that had oozed out my dick as he played with my prostate, but nothing else.

“Damn, you came so hard I can’t find it!” John said, looking around the truck. He laid down on my body facing me and kissed me.

“I can’t wait to fuck your ass Bobby,” John said.

We both laid down on the truck bed and looked at the stars to let me catch my breath.

“Had you ever fantasized about me or another guy before all of this?” John asked, breaking the silence.

We were both laying there with our pants around our ankles, and semi hard dicks in the air.

“Not really. I’ve had a few dreams that took weird turns into that territory, but hadn’t ever consciously thought about it until after that day a few months ago I had to hold your dick to help you pee,” I confessed.

John chuckled.

“I was so fucking embarrassed that day,” John said. “But I’m glad it happened,” he continued, before he leaned into me for a kiss.

We talked some more for a few minutes about play time and how much we were both enjoying it. It was past 9 p.m. and I knew were had to start wrapping things up soon.

“But we both have hard ons dude!” John protested when I told him we should clean up and go.

“What do you want to do?” I asked.

“I was looking through a gay magazine and saw them working a position that looked fucking hot,” John said. “This one guy was fucking the hell out of another. Let’s try it!”

Not one to say no to a hot piece of ass, I did as he asked. I laid down in the center of the truck bed and lubed my dick up. He got between my thighs facing me and tried to sit on my dick.

Once he had lined his asshole up with my hard dick, he simply dropped his weight down on it and it slid nicely into his hole.

John moaned loudly.

“Oh Jesus!” he grunted.

“Did it hurt?” I asked.

“It always hurts a little. But there’s a moment when you’re completely inside me that feels so fucking good,” he said breathing quickly.

John began to raise himself up and drop himself down on my dick. I could barely make out my dick going in and out of his tight ass. He was holding himself up with the sides of the truck, although I figured he was doing most of the work with his legs.

I held on to his waist to balance him.

John’s big dick had gotten completely üsküdar escort hard and was bobbing up and down with his body. He started rocking his body backwards and forwards as he went up and down on my dick. It looked fucking hot.

“Oooooh!” John exclaimed. “It’s hitting my gland! Your dick is hitting my gland!”

Sure enough I felt his wet sticky cum land on my stomach ever time he rocked forward and down. John was grunting like and animal as he sped up his fuck.

“Jerk me!” he said. “Jerk my fucking cock!”

I did as he asked and jerked his big dick. It was awkward at first as I was jerking him front to back instead of up and down, but I got the rhythm after a few seconds.

I felt his ass clench around my dick and his own dick throb a second before his dick began to spew hot, sticky cream. It landed all over my stomach and chest. It was so fucking hot feeling my friend’s hot cum shoot all over me.

When John finished his orgasm he slowed down noticeably.

“Keep riding me bitch!” I said. “I’m almost cumming!”

I grabbed his hips and started doing all I could to raise and lower his ass on my dick. I raised my own hips with the hope of helping my dick penetrate his ass.

John got his second wind and started to ride me with everything he had. He was raising his body to the point where only the tip of my dick was in his ass and dropping it down to the point I was bottoming out in his ass.

After about 30 seconds my dick throbbed and I started to cum in my buddy’s sweet asshole.

“Fuck yes!” I yelled out. “Fuck yes!”

John rode me until I collapsed. Even then he rode me for about another minute. He eventually lowered his torso towards me to kiss me. We French kissed as he continued sitting on my dick.

“That was good,” he whispered in my ear.

I smiled and agreed with him. We cleaned up and headed home.

That night I couldn’t sleep. I was super worked up over our latest fuck session. My asshole was still a little tender from having gotten the shocker from John.

I showered and got into bed. It was well past midnight. I was laying in the darkness when my phone buzzed.

“my ass is STILL leaking bitch!” John texted me.

“thats cuz you rode my dick so good,” I responded.

“well u better start stretching ur cherry ass 4 me!” he replied.

“maybe i will. i’m all fucking worked up,” I texted.

We texted for a few more minutes before we said good night. Unfortunately I was still horny as hell. I got out of bed and pulled out the anal kit I’d purchased that night from its hiding place. I grabbed one of the smaller dildos and washed it with warm water in my bathroom.

I laid out a towel on my bed and sat down on it. After working a generous amount of lube on my asshole and the dildo, I started working it in.

The dildo was flesh colored and made of some sort of foam. It was about six inches long and about 5 inches around. I worked it around my asshole, trying to stretch it out as much as possible.

John’s dick was much, much bigger.

After a few minutes I realized that I was really enjoying fucking myself with the dildo. I had never had anything other than a finger in my ass.

While it was nice getting fingered in the ass, it was no comparison to getting fucked with something like a dildo.

I could not wait to let John fuck me in the ass.

I fantasized about riding my lover’s big dick like he had ridden mine earlier. I felt like a little bitch, but that was OK. I liked being John’s little bitch. I was already his little cocksucker and soon I would also be his bitch.

My dick had grown to its full size and was begging to be stroked. I found a way to ride the dildo and jack my hard cock at the same time. The whole time I was just thinking about John’s massive dick ripping into my ass.

Suddenly I felt my orgasm build. Almost without warning three big jets of white cum erupted from my dick and across my bed. I continued riding the pretend dick while stroking myself. It was great.

I got up and cleaned up the lube from my ass and cum from my bed. I couldn’t wait to let John fuck my ass.

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I’ve worked as a carpet fitter for many years. It’s interesting work and it pays reasonably well too. There are, sometimes, other perks of the job as well. Some customers, not many, like to flirt and flirting can, and often does, lead to other things. In other words, some customers get turned on when they have a young, fit man, working and sweating on the floor of their home. There was one customer, John, who stuck out.

I first met John when I arrived at his door with four carpets for fitting. He answered the door with a big grin, introduced himself, shook my hand and welcomed me into his home. John looked like he was in his late fifties, slightly overweight and not unattractive. He looked in better shape than most men I’ve seen in their fifties. He offered me tea, which I declined in favor of a cool glass of water. I sweat a lot doing this kind of work, particularly if the house has the central heating on. I always prefer cool water so John went to get the water, and some ice, while I got my tools out and brought the first of the carpets in.

John left me in peace while I fitted the lounge carpet and I helped him move the furniture back in the room when I was finished. We also moved the furniture from the dining room, which was getting carpeted next. While I worked in the dining room, John stood watching me. I could feel his eyes on me. He talked while I worked. He told me he was a retired police officer and he wrote stories and cycled to keep himself active. I was particularly interested when he said he had published two books since he retired, two thrillers based around his experiences with the police. He asked me lots of questions about me and my life. I told him I was mid twenties, single and this was how I made my living. I also told him of my passion for making artisan yogurt, which has loads of health benefits. He was a friendly guy and seemed very interested in me.

Once I finished fitting the dining room I, again, helped him move the furniture back in. He kept looking at my chest and arms as we lifted the heavy furniture. I was wearing work trousers with padded knees and a thin, close-fitting t-shirt. I have to say, the t-shirt did show off my torso and back. I often look in people’s mirrors, when I’m working, and admire the reflection. I won’t always be muscular like this, I remind myself.

As we moved large and small items of furniture, I kept noticing John looking at me and he touched me several times. Innocent taps on the back or arms, surely didn’t mean anything and I quickly dismissed it.

The next carpet was the hall, stair and landing. I didn’t particularly like doing stairs. It takes longer and there’s more cutting involved. But at least there’s minimal furniture to move. John asked if he minded if he left me alone while he had a shower. Of course, I didn’t mind at all. His talking was making me lose concentration on what I was doing. What I didn’t expect was to see him walking naked from his bedroom to the bathroom. I was three-quarters of the way up the stairs working, when he walked past so I saw everything, including his cock which was about the same size as mine, long and slender. He didn’t hesitate, just walked from one room to the other and I got on with my work.

I was on the top landing tucking the carpet in the bathroom doorway when the door suddenly opened and John was standing there naked and his cock literally six inches from my face. He was also semi aroused. I got a fright when he opened the door. He stood there, apologizing but making no effort to cover himself. He touched my head as he walked round me and back into his bedroom. I felt myself going red in the face. My mind was in overdrive. The guy was standing naked with a semi stiff cock six inches from my mouth. I just wanted to reach up and touch his cock but no way could I do that. The golden rule is to never make the first move.

I wasn’t that attracted to older guys, preferring men of my own age. However, I always go weak at the knees whenever I see a naked cock. The more I thought about John the more turned on I was getting. God, will he make another move? I hope he does. Up to now all his advances amounted to touching me, staring at me and walking around naked. You could read anything you like into that. No, he needed to make his intentions crystal clear before I touched him. I could not afford to get into trouble by making any unwelcome advances or misinterpreting any signals. The client must always make the first, and second, and more, advances until there is absolutely no doubt that the client wants sex. Up to now, I had a very clean record and it was going to stay like that.

John came back out of the bedroom with his dressing gown around him. Again, he touched me as he walked past. He went to get me another glass of water and his finger touched my hand. Again, it could all be perfectly innocent. I took a long drink of the water. I had built up quite a sweat but at least the hard work was almost over. Just a small bedroom to do last.

If John was going to make a çekmeköy escort move, he had better hurry up. Another twenty minutes and I would be finished. He stood at the top of the stairs, a coffee in his hand and talked to me again. He was flirting more, telling me that this kind of work must keep me fit and trim. He suggested that once I had finished, I would be very welcome to use the shower. That was kind of him, I thanked him for that and accepted. The bedroom didn’t take long, it was an easy one to fit. I stood downstairs, going round my work with John, letting him see the smooth edges and neat cutting that I had done. He was more than complimentary.

He told me to go up to his bedroom and get undressed for my shower. I thought it would be much easier to get undressed in the bathroom, but did as I was told. I just knew he would be walking up the stairs just at the moment I walked naked from his bedroom. Just as I saw him naked earlier, he got the same view of my naked body. I smiled and went into the bathroom, turning on the shower. It is very rare for a customer to let a tradesman have a shower. This is the best confirmation so far that he is coming on to me. I shouldn’t really do this, not with a fifty something guy. But I was getting turned on, so what if he was in his fifties? He’s got a nice looking body and an interesting cock, what would be wrong in getting to know him better?

I heard the bathroom door open and John walked in with a towel for me. I turned round and thanked him. He was naked again. He was standing outside the shower and he was watching me. No, he needs to make the first move. He stood there, looking at me and telling me I had a fabulous body. I smiled at him, thanking him for the compliment. I stood, facing him with the water cascading over my body. He was staring at my cock. I spent a lot of time washing my cock and pulling the foreskin back. It was starting to stiffen. Here I was doing a show for the guy and I was getting more and more turned on.

He asked me if I would mind if he came in and joined me in the shower. I just smiled and washed my foreskin again. He got the message. I stood back as he walked into the shower. His cock was nudging my leg. He squeezed some shower gel onto his hands and washed my back. I moaned with pleasure, encouraging him to wash my ass. I spread my legs as he stroked my back and ass. Once or twice I felt his finger over my ass hole. I turned around so I was facing him. He was about the same height as me. His cock rubbed against mine as he ran his soapy hands over my chest and stomach. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations. This was nice, I was glad it had turned out like this.

His hands, very slowly and carefully, moved down towards my cock. Finally, I felt his hands on my cock. Very carefully, he pulled my foreskin back, exposing the head. He rubbed his thumb over my head, I was getting really stiff now. I had my confirmation; he was touching my cock and we were naked together in a small shower, so yes, he had made his intention clear. I pushed my cock against his, reaching down to wank us both. He put his arms around me, water pouring over us as I wanked us both. His cock was a similar size to mine, now they were both erect and crushed together as he thrust against me. We stood there for ages, enjoying the sexy feeling of being with another man in the shower.

He took my hand and led me out of the shower and switched it off. I stood there, letting him dry me off. I took the other towel and did the same to John, taking particular care of his cock. He led me to his bedroom, pulling the covers back. We stood, holding each other tightly, enjoying each other’s strong body and our cocks touching. I knelt down, taking his cock in my hand. I pulled his foreskin back, wanking him slowly. I lightly touched his head with my tongue. Carefully, I teased his head, squeezing a little precum and licking it. His purple head was beautifully shaped and I traced the contours with my tongue. I licked and kissed right up and down his shaft and slowly slipped his cock between my lips. His head slipped in and out of my mouth as I wanked him.

He held my shoulders, I looked up and he was standing with his eyes shut. He looked like he was enjoying what I was doing to him. John pulled me up and kissed me. He thrust his tongue in my mouth. He was clearly turned on. He did have a nice body, and a lovely cock. I was seriously enjoying what he was doing to me and getting really turned on.

We stood, hugging each other. Our cocks were touching and sent thrills through my body. He wanked both our cocks, at the same time. He was good with his wrist action. John knew what he was doing and I was getting more and more excited. He pulled me on to the bed. I lay down on my back and he knelt astride the top of my legs. His balls were rubbing against mine. He sat there, wanking us both. I closed my eyes, rubbing my nipples with my fingers. I felt his hand move up my stomach, moving my hand so he could play with çeşme escort my nipple. I get really turned on at that. My nipples are very sensitive. He moved closer and licked my other nipple while keeping the rhythm going with his hand on our cocks. I could easily come like that, it was seriously very pleasant.

John moved round to position himself so that we were facing each other’s cock. I slowly rubbed his cock, squeezing it as I pulled his foreskin back. He moaned as my lips went to work on his head. He was giving me a really nice blow job in return, as I took care of his cock. I felt his hands stroking my ass, his fingers exploring and causing shivers to run up my back. I felt him slide a finger inside me, enjoying the sensation. Then he inserted another finger, slowly fucking me with his fingers. He was wanting to fuck me, I was sure of it. Should I let him? His fingers were giving me a lot of pleasure, I knew his hard cock would thrill me even more.

As if anticipating my agreement, he reached into his bedside cupboard and took out a tube of gel and smeared it over my ass. His fingers slipped in and out quite easily with the gel. I took the tube and rubbed it over his cock. His lovely cock felt so nice in my hands. In a moment, this cock will be inside me, I couldn’t wait. I turned onto my knees. He had a tall mirror at the side of the bed, I looked at my reflection. I was naked, with an older guy who had a throbbing hard cock kneeling behind me, ready to take me. I was ready for him and moaned as I felt his head against my hole. He pushed, very gently, and I relaxed. I turned my head so I could see the two of us in the mirror. God, it was a very sexy sight. I relaxed more and more as he slipped further into me. And then; I felt his balls against my ass. His cock was right inside me. It felt fantastic.

“Come on John, give me your cock. Let me feel you slipping in and out of me, give me a good fucking” I moaned as I enjoyed what he was doing to me.

He got a rhythm going and I was enjoying it as he pulled almost out and then slowly thrust fully inside me again. I tightened my muscles, trying to make it nicer for him. God, I wanted this. I had a big grin on my face, as he fucked me slow and hard. I felt him thrust quicker. I moaned louder as he pounded me, I could feel his cock stiffen and then he groaned as he spurted his hot sexy spunk inside me. I could feel every spurt as he came. I felt his spunk dripping out of me as he continued to fuck me, groaning louder and louder. He collapsed on top of me. I like the weight of a man on top of me. I could feel his cock soften and slowly slip out of me. God, I love that sensation. A soft cock slipping out of me and spunk dripping down my legs. He moved to let me turn onto my back. He lay on top of me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him tighter against me. He was still breathing heavily in my ear.

He asked me how I would like to come. I held his head in both hands and guided him down to my cock. I relaxed as he took me in his mouth. I looked at the mirror again, seeing my cock disappear in and out of his mouth. I watched my reflection in the mirror as I played with my nipples. John knew how to suck a cock. I wondered how much experience he had in his fifty odd years.

His tongue was all over my cock head. He squeezed and wanked me sending thrills right through my body. I was close. He fondled my balls as he wanked me. I felt myself stiffen, he knew what that meant as his mouth did more amazing things to me. He wanked me faster, pumping my cock. I exploded in his mouth. He pulled my foreskin right back and squeezed my cock. It felt amazing as I spurted several times into his mouth. He swallowed it, moaning as he continued to pump the last drop of my spunk. Wow, that was nice, really nice.

I was glad I had finished fitting the carpets before we did this. I just wanted to cuddle up and go to sleep. I love the feeling after coming. It’s like a drug to me. I feel all warm and cozy. He lay on top of me, my legs hooked around him, our spent cocks touching and his head on my shoulder. I put my arms around him and started to drift away.

An hour later, I had recovered. I thanked John as we dressed. I hadn’t expected this but was really glad we did it. I kissed him and he responded warmly. I picked up my tools and loaded them into the van. I reminded him that if the carpets needed stretching, just to call the shop. He reached in and kissed me as I started the engine. He was a lovely guy, he gave me one of the best blow jobs I have ever had. You can’t beat age for experience. I waved to him as I saw him in my mirror, standing at the end of his garden, waving back at me.

I didn’t give John another thought as I got on with my life. It was a one-off nice experience, to be remembered fondly. I wish all guys were as gentle and caring as John was. Sometimes guys just get rough. I like hot, tender, gentle sex with a guy, not rough sex. Maybe I should meet more men like John, middle-aged cihangir escort and experienced lovers.

It was about a month later when I got into work, first thing in the morning, to pick up my carpets and paperwork for the day. I was surprised that there was a line for John, to stretch his bedroom carpet. I smiled as I looked over his line. I wondered if he would be in touch again. Anticipating another great sexual adventure, I put him to the last job, once all the other jobs had been done. If I’m going to come in John’s mouth again, I don’t want to think about more jobs still to be done afterwards. No, I wanted to come together and then lie in each other’s arms and snooze for an hour afterwards.

I pulled up at John’s house that afternoon and he met me just as he did the last time. A warm smile and firm handshake. We hadn’t gone through the door before he asked me if I would like a cool, iced glass of water. I smiled and accepted. I picked up my tools from the van and followed him into his home.

He walked up the stairs to the bedroom, which he had cleared of furniture to make it easier to stretch the carpet. That was useful and I thanked him. It didn’t take long to stretch and I trimmed a small strip of carpet and tucked it back down again. It looked perfect. I turned around, looking for John. He was standing in the doorway, naked and wanking his cock. I was still on my knees. He looked magnificent, standing there with a big, stiff cock for me. I crawled on my knees closer to him and reached for his cock. He stopped wanking as my hand took over. I wanked his cock, licking the head and teasing his balls. I took his full length to the back of my throat and slowly wanked him.

He stopped me and asked me to undress. I didn’t hesitate, I stripped off in double quick time, my clothes discarded on the floor, and stood beside him, our cocks touching. We rubbed our bodies against each other, he had a very hairy chest and I ran my fingers over his chest, teasing his nipples. He reached down and took both cocks in his hand and slowly wanked them. God, I was so turned on, so was he and he breathed heavily in my ear as he kissed my neck, my next most sensitive area. I wanted him, I wanted his cock.

He led me through to his bedroom and I stood as he rubbed the gel over my ass and his cock. I knelt down on the floor and lay across the bed, my ass ready for him. His hands were all over me as he positioned his cock. I was moaning with expectation. This man was going to fuck me. I wanted it badly. I relaxed for him, feeling his head stretching my ass. I looked at our reflection in the mirror, God it was so sexy. I pushed back to meet his thrusts and he pushed deeper inside me. I wanted all his cock in me, every bit. I smiled as I felt his balls against me. I had taken all of his cock. I moaned as he slowly fucked me. Like before, he made long slow strokes, almost coming out and then pushing further into me. I felt his breathing getting heavier. He was close, very close.

At that moment, the front door opened. I froze as I heard it close and a woman’s voice calling for John. His wife? I thought he was single. I never considered that he might have a wife; he said absolutely nothing about it. John quickly pulled out of me. His wife was coming up the stairs. Fuck, my clothes are in the next door bedroom. I left them on the floor when I undressed. Both of us panicked. I wondered if I should hide while he gets rid of her. Tell her some story about the van breaking down or something. John just stood there, frozen with fear. She was getting closer and I was still on my knees, over the bed. What the fuck do I do now?

She reached the top of the stairs and froze when she saw us. Two naked men in the middle of her bedroom. We were fucked. She stood there, not saying anything, just staring, as her brain tried to comprehend what was going on. I stood up, covering my hard cock. She saw it, and John’s cock which was rapidly deflating. Was this the first time she had caught her man with another guy?

“You bastard,” she screamed, walking towards John and slapping him.

I tried to get out of her road, hoping to make my way past her and into the bedroom next door for my clothes. She was having none of it. She stood back in the doorway, preventing me from getting past her. John said nothing, he stared at the ground and looked terrified. She let rip with a whole lot of swearing and slaps. She even slapped me.

“You dirty bastards. The pair of you. You filthy bastards, doing this to me again,” and she slapped us both again. She demanded to know who was fucking who. John said he was fucking me and that earned me another slap.

“You,” she roared at me. “Can’t you get someone your own age?”

I tried to open the door but she was having none of it. She stood with her back to the door, preventing me from leaving. She stood with her arms folded, determined. I wondered what she was going to do. I’m fucked if she reports me to the shop and she looks like she would. Caught with an older man, I’ll get the sack. I stood in front of her, my head bowed, just like John’s head and she let rip with a vicious diatribe. She was right, we shouldn’t have done this. I had no idea he was married or else I would never have got involved. I tried to explain it was John who led me on.

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The entrance to The Diogenes stood amidst the elite of London’s Gentlemen Clubs but two minutes from Whitehall. Sandwiched between the Explorers and Cavalry the unnamed and unnumbered entrance presented nothing more than another marble portico in an already abundant forest. As I descended from the hansom the door opened miraculously as if by some invisible hand. As often as I visited I had yet to see a doorman or have an inkling as to the surveillance mechanism that allowed such punctilious service. As with all things Diogenes knowledge was on a need to know basis and however close we might be genetically Mycroft felt little pull to share anything more than the necessary with a brother. I have never been a club member nor ever likely to be invited to such exulted rank but as a founders younger sibling and having some reputation with the powers that be I was tolerated when either business or melancholy led me to the door.

The lobby was impressively ornate but with a total absence of furniture and the only escape apart from the front entrance was directly into the ‘Strangers Room’. I ensconced myself there with a freshly ironed edition of the ‘Madras Times’ awaiting the war drums to relay to Mycroft’s ears my unannounced intrusion. The editorial screamed treason of course, without fail something on the subcontinent was always a stir, in this instance a question of pig fat being used by unscrupulous ammunition manufacturers. Having only recently quelled the last Sepoy revolt from exactly the same unforgivable violation of Muslim and Hindu religious protocol the mighty hand of the Raj was being exalted in the strongest of terms to smite with great speed and voracity the perpetrators of such a travesty.

The usher’s arrival was much of a surprise. Mycroft’s usual habit was to greet any club visitors personally and I was seriously considering enquiring after his health as politeness would demand when the flunky unaccustomedly spoke.

“Mr. Mycroft begs your forgiveness Sir and would be most grateful if you would be so considerate as to join him in the Turkish bathhouse.”

My curiosity aroused I was about to press for elucidation when the man turned and began to depart. Quickly throwing my open newspaper into the roaring open hearth, as was customary in the club to ensure utter privacy, I followed in some haste. The man stopped and indicated me to sit again and with some aplomb proceeded to cover my freshly nailed boot soles with disposable cotton galosh. Happy that my footwear could no longer disturb the hush of this great hub of Empiric power we continued.

Mycroft was laying face down on a marble slab humming the Major generals song from ‘Pirates’. It had been a number of years since I had witnessed the full nakedness of my sibling and was quite shocked as to the extent of his now voluminous proportions. Saville Row is quite capable of taking fifty pounds of a man with clever cutting and Mycroft’s personal choice of tailor was as usual with him brilliant.

“Stop looking at alsancak escort me like I am a beached whale Sherlock. I am quite healthy enough yet to lead you a merry dance given the will.”

“I think it might be a gavotte as opposed to a mazurka brother mine!”

“Indeed, indeed. Is your visit intended just for the purpose of spreading such precious gems of badly disguised sarcasm or is a more serious matter pressing? Myself I am amidst the necessary pummeling of my flesh by these two excellent masseurs and am quite content to enjoy the experience alone.”

Brother had never taken kindly to my sometimes cajoling humor. Mycroft had two moods, serious and calamitous.

“I come to the mountain of all wisdom in search of knowledge.”

“You really cannot resist a score Sherlock! Touché, I am suitably hit, proceed please.”

“Very well, briefly. There appears to be a sudden large influx of young men from the East in the reaches of the London Docklands, noticeably in the areas surrounding West and East Indie basins. This might be explainable by a number of factors. Maybe a sudden increase in the number of lascar seamen employed, perhaps a widening of Imperial Chinese emigre policy. Even the substantial increase in the number of soldiers under the employment of the Triad would explain. However I doubt any of those simple extensions of logic are the correct one.”

Mycroft floundered just long enough to raise himself and swivel to a sitting position on the side of the slab and thankfully for me strategically place a towel over his ample and erect genitalia that dangled openly and grotesquely between his thighs.

“This is a matter of knowledge and concern to Her Majesty’s Government. Indeed is worrying to many interested parties including a sparring partner of your own.”

“The Professor you mean Mycroft. Don’t mince words. I am fully cognizant with the ongoing arrangement between Moriarty and the Secret Service in arenas of common interest. When I survived Reichenbach Falls there was always the possibility he would also. Little wonder with the inventive genius of the Ministry boffins to aid his subterfuge. We have come to an arrangement of sorts now. A truce if you wish, a mutual refusal to look in each others direction unless the stench becomes too overpowering.”

“You are learning politics at last Sherlock. I am suitably impressed. Perhaps there is hope for you yet!”

“The point being Mycroft that both Moriarty and myself are quite in agreement on one point. Human slavery is despicable and without any possible excuse.”

Mycroft attempted to interpose but I gestured him to remain silent.

“I am not talking about consensual arrangements between individuals to serve psychological or sexual needs, or the continued under rewarding of individuals that economic restrictions might cause to be in place. I am referring to the total subjugation, to the position of a beast of burden, of any human being by another no matter what altıeylül escort the circumstance.”

The passion of my words seemed to surprise Mycroft no end. I understood that he viewed some matters from a perspective of the reality of ‘the great game’ but to a simpler soul like mine the fraternity of humanity was indisputable.

“My dear Sherlock it is unusual and quite refreshing to hear you proselytize in the realms of morality and social order with such passion. Yes you are right of course and as a nation we have justifiably led the world in the surge towards egalitarianism. Although our immediate neighbors to the east might claim some small fertilization of its continued growth. Democracy must lead the way in this goal or we will lose all to the fervent socialist and anarchical. I will arrange for you to meet with Wilkinson in the Ministry tomorrow. He has been following the issues you speak of closely and will ground you in everything that is allowable.”

“I appreciate your help Mycroft. This matter seems somewhat linked to another case that I am pursuing and any light in the darkness will be extraordinarily beneficial.”

“You mean the demise of Braithwaite I presume?”

“Indeed. You see a connection.”

“Butterfly wings in the Amazon my dear Sherlock. Action makes reaction, cause and effect. You will make sense of it you always do. That is what my young brother does!”

For a moment Mycroft’s eyes shone proud and I glowed in that light like a firefly.

“Now away to Whitechapel with you and leave me to my happy release.”

Nodding knowingly we made our adieus and I turned to make my way back to the Horseguards entrance. Deduction told me that the smaller of the attendants was now bent over the marble slab in the process of receiving a deep and thorough sodomizing from my otherwise lethargic sibling whilst the taller masseur played tongue twister with Mycroft’s thrusting ass.

Without question Mycroft had a clear and concise knowledge of all the matters at present vexing my mind. He was the spider sat at the edge of a complex and all enveloping web that reached far beyond the parameters of lesser men’s understanding. Nothing could occur in our great metropolis, indeed in the vastness of suburbia and country alike without his knowledge. If Moriarty was the overseer of Empires criminal underbelly Mycroft held sway in the shadowed world of intrigue and politic. Like ying and yang they coexisted, standing nose to nose collecting and filtering intelligence of all. It had often occurred to me that by a tiny shift of fortune their roles might so easily be reversed and none would be the wiser or safer.

“Cabby!”

The hansom had appeared as magic from the clouds of still dense soup.

“To Christ Church, Whitechapel if you please.”

“Sorry sir, already have a fare.”

“That’s quite alright cabby, Mr. Holmes is more than welcome to share this excellent knee blanket.”

Professor James Moriarty altınordu escort pushed open the cabs doors and welcomed me inside with a disarming smile and the offer of his hip flask.

“Do excuse the intrusion Sherlock. A little cloak and dagger but we seem to be traveling the same cobbled street as of now. Mycroft suggested you might be up to a parley.”

My slight annoyance at the prospect of brother dear setting up this ad hoc meeting was being somewhat soothed by the certain knowledge that in some way Moriarty was a key to any solution.

“I was most perturbed to be advised of poor Braithwaite’s demise, a most unfortunate and tragic occurrence. The chap was quite a magnificent actor, a musical Keen no less. Saw a rehearsal of ‘Mikado’ and was so looking forward to seeing the production in full splendor.”

“The matter seems far more involved than at first apparent. My first considerations were of simple foul play by some inconsequential blaggard but every factor seems to point to these being deeper waters below and murkier with silt at that.”

“Braithwaite had two notable weaknesses. The first the ill-conceived need for opiate support to his artistry, secondly a perchance for the regular company of large and brutal lovers. I have little doubt that a combination of these factors led to his untimely demise.”

“I have no doubt your reasoning is sound but the immediate connection escapes me Professor.”

“My dear boy you must call me James at least. Mycroft is quite in the habit of doing so.”

The warmth of his words was accompanied by his hand sliding under the knee blanket and firmly squeezing my upper left thigh.

“I am a good ten years older than Mycroft but we share so many similar tastes.”

His hand had risen sufficiently for the palm to lay quite casually across the cylindrical form of my ever semi erect penis.

“Then ‘James’ please elucidate your hypothesis.”

Moriarty smiled at me with the same condescending expression that Mycroft was inclined to adopt when confronted by my inability to grasp what he considered trivial and simplistic. The hand on my thigh had curled sufficiently for the slender fingertips to run up and down my now rampant shaft with delicate but orgasmic producing strokes.

“In Limehouse we had already an abundant supply of raw opium and now it seems a numerous supply of young men in human bondage ripe for the sex trade. Whitechapel supplies an endless market for suitably refined and diluted addictive product as well as centuries of expertise in the use of unfortunates for the making of unscrupulous profit through exploitation.”

The hand working its magic on my member had managed to serendipitously unfasten my fly and draw the magnificently full erection from my striped morning trousers into full glorious bloom.

“We are just approaching Aldgate East gentlemen.”

The cabbies voice broke into my mind like a sledgehammer through a cabinet of cut glass. Hastily I attempted to rearrange my clothing suitably for public appearance. Moriarty placed a hand in the midst of my chest and smiled mysteriously.

“Take us once around the block if you please cabby, then directly to Brick Lane.”

“Right you are governor.”

I gasped as Moriarty’s mouth descended to enclose my manhood fully.

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