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I’m lying in a queen-sized bed in an old basement, naked under the covers, beside another naked 18-year-old boy. I’m wide awake. He’s pretending to be asleep. My painfully hard cock jerks and my body stiffens when his hand brushes my thigh.

* * *

It’s early summer and I’ve just graduated from high school. Dad and I have spent the last week at Grandma’s ranch, doing some minor maintenance. On the way home, we’ve stopped to visit his college friends Carl and Katy. And their son Brad.

I’m an average teenage boy. Basically a walking hard-on with limited social skills and a burning desire to put my painfully hard stick somewhere . . . anywhere.

I’ve been dating girls all through high school. We kiss and fondle each other’s bodies, but none of them has let me go below her belt. I’d never pushed it, but I’ve spent a lot of time fantasizing about the girls I’ve dated while I beat off.

But, I also like seeing the other boys in the locker room naked. Trying to look casual while staring at their cocks, balls, and butts. Even popping the occasional boner when the horseplay in the shower gets really personal . . .

Brad’s really cute. As sexy as any girl, except in a totally male way. I want to get naked with him, to touch his hard body, even to kiss his sexy lips . . .

And he’s looking at me the same way.

* * *

After supper, Brad and I leave Dad and his parents in the living room and go down into the basement. The house only has two bedrooms, so we’re sleeping downstairs.

Part of the basement is a utility room, dominated by a spooky-looking furnace with long tentacles radiating in every direction. Brad takes me past the furnace into a big rec room with 1950s knotty pine paneling on the walls, but equipped with a modern flatscreen and sound system.

We play on-line games for a while, then steal beers from the refrigerator and cruise the free porn websites. We just look at straight videos, but Brad carefully points out how sexy some of the men are. I definitely agree.

I want to take my dick out, but I’m waiting for Brad to make the first move. He’s got a well-defined bulge in his pants, just like I do, but he doesn’t reach for his zipper.

Eventually, it’s time for bed. There’s only one bedroom, with a queen-sized bed. “Hope you don’t mind sharing,” Brad says as he strips off his tee-shirt.

“No.” I can’t help staring at his muscular chest. “It’ll be fun.” I try to act casual while we undress: shirts, shoes, socks, blue jeans . . .

Brad pauses with his hand on the waistband of his boxers. “I usually sleep raw.” His eyes flick over the bulge in my briefs. “It’s more comfortable. That okay?”

“Sure. I sleep naked, too.” I pull my briefs down, feeling super self-conscious. My rod swings free. It’s obviously swollen, but fortunately I don’t pop a full boner.

Brad stares at my cock and balls for a few seconds and then pushes his boxers down. They fall around his ankles and he kicks them away. Like mine, his cock is half-hard.

We look at each other’s crotches and then faces. “You’ve got a big-ass dick,” Brad says.

My rod stretches and swells under his gaze. “You’re pretty big yourself.” His cock is getting harder, too. “I’ll bet you keep your girlfriend happy.”

He grins at my swollen pole. We both have full hard-ons now. “Haven’t had any complaints.” He slips under the covers and reaches for the light switch. “We better go to bed.”

“Yeah.” I slip under the covers to hide my boner. “Good night.” Brad mumbles something and switches the lights off. Lying still in the dark with my heart pounding, I listen to Brad’s breathing grow slow and regular as he pretends to fall asleep.

The tension builds. My painfully hard cock jerks and my body stiffens when his hand brushes my thigh.

I relax and wait for the next “accidental” contact. It comes a few seconds later, the palm of his hand flattening against my leg. I lie still, waiting. He knows from my breathing that I’m awake.

Brad’s hand roams upward to the top of my thigh, hesitates, and then travels on down between my legs. “It’s all right.” I catch his hand and guide it to my crotch. “I want to have sex with you.”

His fingers curl around my rigid pole. He slides them up my shaft and strokes halkalı escort my cock-head with his thumb and index finger.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “That feels good.” I kick the covers away, then reach over and grip his hard-on. We lie in the dark, jacking each other’s hot rods. This is the first time I’ve touched another guy’s hard dick. I stroke his cock like it’s my own, running my fist up and down its hard shaft and rubbing my thumb and index finger over its precum-slick cock-head. He moans and responds by caressing my stiff pole, creating a super-sexy feedback loop. It’s way better than humping a girl through our clothes.

The tension in my teenage nuts is building when Brad releases my cock, then rolls away and turns the nightstand lamp on, filling the room with a warm glow. “I want to see you,” he says. “That okay?”

“Oh yeah!” I’m lying on my back. I sit up. He straddles my hips and sticks his hard-on in my face. His cock has a big plow-shaped head. Its tightly-stretched skin gleams with precum. “Suck my cock.”

I stare at his tool. It’s so sexy and male. “Please,” Brad adds.

I’ve never sucked a cock. Or gone down on a girl. Or gotten a blowjob. But, I want to suck his cock. As badly as I’ve wanted anything. I take his swollen pole in my mouth, pressing my closed lips over his broad plow-head and thick shaft. It tastes like sweaty skin and precum.

“Oh yeah,” Brad whispers. I bob over his dick, working my mouth over its head and shaft. “That’s so good.”

I let Brad’s rod slip out of my mouth. “You like this?”

“Oh yeah. Better than I’d imagined.”

“I’m just getting started.” I clamp my lips around the groove between his cock-head and shaft. He moans as I swirl my tongue over his plow-head.

I look up at Brad’s face. He’s staring down at his cock in my mouth. “Fuck! That’s good,” he whispers.

“Good for me, too.” I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. He moans and rolls his hips while I lick and suck his cock-head, stroke his shaft, and knead his balls.

He grabs the back of my head and fucks my face furiously. It’s scary, at first. I’ve heard girls don’t like it, and I can understand why. But, I’m getting off on the helplessness. I like being used like a cheap piece of meat. My cock is rock-hard and throbbing. If I touch it now, I’ll come.

“Fuck!” Brad gasps. His hot cum splashes against my tongue, filling my mouth with his raw gamy male taste. “Oh fuck!” He comes over and over. It’s so exciting. Almost like I’m coming myself.

He finally finishes and pulls his dick out of my mouth. It’s as hard as ever, gleaming with spit and cum. “Wow! That was fun.”

Yes, it was. More fun than I’d ever imagined. I look up at Brad and lick my lips suggestively, then grab him, pull him down on top of me, and kiss him—open mouthed with lots of aggressive tongue.

He’s startled and tries to pull away. I grip his shoulders to hold him in place and keep kissing him, hard and dirty. He relaxes and kisses me back, humping his stiff dick against my swollen rod while I knead his muscular buttocks like bread dough.

“I like the way you kiss,” he says. “Rough. Not like kissing a girl.”

“Yeah, it feels good,” I answer. “I’ve never kissed a guy before.”

“Me either.” Brad hesitates and then says, “I had sex with a college guy, but we didn’t kiss.” He starts to say something else, but then stops. He stares at me silently for long seconds and then asks, “You want to fuck?”

Like I said earlier, I’m an average teenage boy—a walking hard-on desperately looking for a hole to penetrate. “Sure.”

Wait. Did I just agree to get fucked? I’ve never thought about taking a dick up my ass . . .

“Great.” Brad takes a little plastic squeeze bottle out of the nightstand and hands it to me, then lies on his stomach and sticks his butt in the air. “Come on. I’m ready.”

I’m relieved, but also disappointed. Brad’s cock is way too big to go up my ass easily. Still, the thought of taking another man so intimately into my body is frighteningly appealing.

I kneel between his spread legs. His hard cock and balls are out of sight, pressed between his body and the sheets. His butt cheeks are beautifully sculpted. I squeeze and stroke their muscular içerenköy escort flesh, then pull them apart, revealing Brad’s pretty puckered hole. I want to kiss it, but that seems kind of gross. Instead, I run a finger up and down Brad’s crack, teasing his hole each time my finger slides over it.

“Stop fooling around.” Brad thrusts his butt higher into the air. “Fuck me now.”

I lubricate my stiff cock, then lie on top of Brad. I rub my hard-on up and down his butt crack a few times, then shift my cock so its head angles into Brad’s sexy little pucker.

Brad gasps as I push my cock-head through his tight anal ring. The pressure on my swollen glans is amazing. Then, his ass muscles relax and I plunge into his depths, bouncing my balls against his butt cheeks. “Oh yeah,” he whispers. “Fuck me. Good and hard.”

“Your ass feels great.” I draw back slowly, stopping with my cock-head just inside his ass-mouth, and then push back in. He moans and rolls his hips, shifting my rod in his butt.

I’ve never been so excited. I’m already close to coming, so I fuck him hard and fast, slamming my pelvis into his butt cheeks hard enough to shake his body.

The tension in my nuts builds rapidly as I pound Brad’s ass. “That’s right!” he gasps as my first shot explodes up his butt. “Come in me!” I hammer his ass, shooting over and over.

I finally finish and collapse on his back, with my still-stiff dick buried in his asshole, filled with a sense of wonder. After years of teenage jack-off fantasies, I’ve actually fucked a real live human being. Masturbating will never be as satisfying again.

We lie still for a while. My cock stays rock hard and I’m as horny as ever. I ram Brad’s ass again, way harder and faster than before. This time, I last a lot longer before pumping a big load of cum into his hot tight ass.

“Wow! That was good.” I get off Brad and roll onto my back beside him.

“Not just good.” He rolls onto his side, facing me. There’s a slick puddle of cum where he was rubbing the sheets, but his cock is still as stiff as a steel rod. “That was great. You’re better than the college guy.”

I cuddle up to Brad, pressing my rapidly returning hard-on against his rigid pole. “What happened with him?”

He laughs softly and puts a hand on my butt cheek. “My parents were on vacation. My big brother brought some college buddies home for the weekend, and they had a party. Lots of weed and beer.” He strokes my crack, running his finger slowly up and down. My now rock-hard cock jerks every time his finger glides over my asshole.

“One of Big Bro’s buddies hit on me. He was drunk. I’d had a couple beers myself.” Brad’s finger stops in the middle of my pucker. “But the beer didn’t make any difference. I’d have done it anyway. He sucked my cock and I fucked his ass.” He pushes his fingertip into my hole. Dry, it hurts, but not very much. “What teenage boy would turn sex down?”

“I sure wouldn’t.” I kiss Brad tenderly. He kisses me back, more aggressively. We keep kissing, getting hotter and more dirty.

“I felt the sexual tension between us,” he says. “As soon as you walked in.”

“Me too.” I grind my hard-on against his stiff cock. “Mutual lust.” I kiss him again, then pull away and get on my hands and knees. “I’ll do more than your college guy. I’ve kissed you, sucked your cock, and fucked your ass . . .” I wave my butt seductively. “Now, I want you to fuck me.” I grin, even though he can’t see it. “I’ll bet my asshole’s tighter than his, too.”

“Well, let’s find out.” He moves behind me and picks the lube up. I wait, horny but scared. His dick looks awfully big for my tight little ass.

My cock jerks as Brad slips a lubricated finger up my butthole. It’s startling, but doesn’t hurt. “Yep,” he says. “It’s pretty tight.” He works his finger in my butt, occasionally pulling it out to add more lube. My painfully hard dick throbs and my balls tighten, but after coming twice in the past few minutes, I’m not close to shooting.

“You like that?” Brad asks, fingering me roughly.

“Sure.” I’m still scared, but I want Brad’s giant pole up my ass more than anything . . .

“Good.” He pulls his finger out of my butt. “Then, you’ll like THIS even more.” His cock-head kartal escort presses into my anus. It feels weird, but doesn’t really hurt. I’m thinking this is going to be easy. Then, it does hurt, a sharp stab of pain from my overstretched anal muscles.

I gasp and try to pull away. Brad grips my waist to hold me in place. “It’s okay.” He pulls back slightly. “I’ll take it easy.”

He stays still for a few seconds and then pushes forward, opening my super-tense anal ring a little wider. It hurts when he goes too far, but this time I’m expecting the pain. My body stiffens, but I don’t try to jerk away.

Like before, Brad stops pushing and then pulls back. “Beat off,” he says. “It helps.” I grab my stiff rod and stroke it roughly as Brad works his cock-head deeper into my overstretched anus.

I scream as his broad plow-head slips through my tight anal ring and his long thick cock slides smoothly up my ass. My cock throbs and it feels like I’m coming, although I don’t actually shoot. It hurts, a little, but also sends a wave of overpowering pleasure surging through my body.

“You all right?” Brad slowly draws back and then pushes back into my butt, just as slowly. His balls press against my butt cheeks. His big cock is all the way up my asshole.

“I’m great.” I tighten my anal muscles, clamping Brad’s big rod. “I’ve never felt anything this good.” I rock my hips, moving his rigid pole in and out of my butt. “Fuck me. Good and hard. I’m ready for you.”

Brad fucks me like a horny teenage boy—hard and fast, with seemingly limitless energy. I thrust backward to meet his driving rod, slamming my buttocks into his crotch and taking his long thick pole even deeper.

I reach for my throbbing dick, but then stop. I’m on my hands and knees right over the still-slick streak of cum Brad spewed on the sheets while I was fucking him. I sink onto the bed. Brad lies on top of me, pressing my body into the mattress.

“That’s right!” I gasp. “Fuck me!” I hump the sheets, sliding my stiff pole over the slick puddle of Brad’s cum while his hard hot rod hammers my ass. The tension in my straining nuts builds . . .

“Oh yeah!” Brad growls. “I’m fucking your hot tight ass.” He slams into my butt, shaking the bed under me. We’ve both come twice in the last few minutes, but I know he’s ready again. Just like I am.

“Come on!” I cry. “Shoot it! Shoot your big—” A hot hard jet of cum splashes my anal walls. That sets me off and my throbbing pole squirts more cum onto the slick sheets.

Brad pounds my ass, shooting over and over. I keep coming, too, adding more cum to the big puddle on the sheets under me.

We finally finish. Brad pulls his dick out of my butt and we cuddle at the edge of the bed, avoiding the big wet spot in the center.

“That was great,” I say. “I was horny as hell but scared to death. Your cock was so big . . . But, you knew just how to handle a scared virgin.”

Brad frowns, like he’s deciding if he should answer. “Well . . . Big Bro’s buddy kinda taught me.”

“He fucked your ass?”

“Yeah. He gave me another beer and we smoked a joint. I’d fucked his ass and he said, ‘Fair is fair.’ I couldn’t really argue with that . . .”

“I guess not.” I kiss Brad. “He taught you well.”

We turn out the light and fall asleep after that. In the morning, we take a shower together. We spend a lot more time playing with each other’s cocks and asses than in getting clean.

We get out of the shower, dripping wet. Brad bends me over the counter and fucks me from behind while I watch him in the mirror. Then, I fuck him. After that, we finish the shower quickly, because the hot water’s running out.

Brad strips the bed before we go upstairs. He does the laundry, so he’s not worried about his parents seeing the cum stains.

We kiss passionately at the foot of the stairs. We’ve both got jobs, so we won’t have many chances to see each other this summer. But, we’re going to the same college this fall. Maybe we can be roommates . . .

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Copyright © 2020 by Ken James

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Hiya to all you lovely people out there. Thanks for all the comments I’ve received. It cheers me up to know so many of you read my work.

Onto the story…

*

I was utterly speechless. I really didn’t have a clue what to say at that moment when I turned around.

“Andy!”

That’s all I could manage to say right then. What would you say or do if you found out your secret admirer was your best friend?

He smiled, actually smiled. Me? I was stood there with an open mouth, not knowing what to think. None of us spoke for a few seconds; we just stared at each other. I was glad when he made the first move.

“Dan, I know this must be a shock for you, please come have dinner with me and I will explain everything.” Andy said to me.

I just nodded in agreement and followed him inside, he spoke to the receptionist and we followed a waiter to our table at the back of the restaurant. Andy asked the waiter for two glasses of coke before we ordered, to which he complied. We got ourselves comfortable in the chairs as I had a feeling it would be a long and emotional night for the both of us. I looked at him, still not able to saying anything.

“Dan, you ok?” He asked concerned.

I suddenly came out of my trance. “Yeah I’m ok… I think… I mean what?… When?… Why?… How?… Is this a joke?” I asked stuttering my words.

“No, it’s no joke. Everything I sent in those notes is true, I love you, Dan, always have. I just never knew it before. The last few months it’s occurred to me how much I do love you and how much I want you. I understand that you don’t feel the same but I needed to tell you as it’s driving me crazy. I just hope our friendship isn’t over because of this, as that means more to me than anything.” Andy explained, with his head bowed down.

I sat looking at him. His sentences were all flowing at once and I had to let his words digest before I answered. I looked into his deep blue eyes, when he looked back up. Those same eyes that I was drawn to all those years ago sparkled.

I saw the waiter coming over but I stopped him with my hand and shook my head. He was a new guy and I’d never seen him before. Maggie, one of the waitresses we both knew seemed to understand that this was private and held him back. I turned my concentration back to my best friend.

“I don’t know what to say Andy. I thought you were straight… I mean you’ve never hinted that you were attracted to guys since Julie, and never let your feelings for me show.” I paused and had to think some more. I took a drink. He just watched me, looked into my eyes and at my lips when I licked them. I could see it, the love, the need. I shrugged it off.

“I just can’t believe this. When I came out to you all those years ago, and told you I loved you, you pulled away from me and I was so hurt, so disappointed that you didn’t feel the same. It took me a long time to get over that Andy, although I never let it show, couldn’t let it show.” I sighed. “I was so afraid we’d lose our friendship because of me and how I felt about you. I’m just glad we didn’t ’cause you meant the world to me, and still do. I’m just not sure how I feel about this.” I shook my head.

We looked at each other. I could see tears forming in his eyes but I knew he was trying not to let them show.

I sighed and spoke up. “Oh Andy, why didn’t you say something back then?”

He sighed and took a long drink of his coke. “I didn’t know I loved you then… I suppose deep down I knew, but I couldn’t be in a gay relationship then… imagine what my parents would’ve said. You know my dad would’ve thrown me to the wolves, and my mum was no better. I couldn’t do it Dan, but I’ve regretted it ever since. I’m gay, always have been.” He stopped talking for a second and sighed. “Anyway, it would have been no use starting a relationship, we both wanted children, both wanted a family. We couldn’t have had that if we’d been together.”

I nodded in agreement and smiled. He smiled at me in return. “I’ve told Julie about me and she said she had it figured out and she’s cool with it. Our marriage hasn’t been right for a long time; I just didn’t like to say anything until now.” I opened my eyes in shock and he laughed. “She’s in love with another guy and wants to start a relationship with him. I’ve told her I love you and she’s happy if I’m happy.” Andy said.

“But why now, why after all these years?” I asked. I was still confused and feeling utterly astounded. I’d never expected my admirer to be Andy. That fact was still digesting inside my brain.

He gave a little shrug. “I guess it’s just time to be myself. I know the boys will take it hard at first, but I can’t go on any longer living a lie. I need to be in a relationship with a man, need to feel the body of a man next to me day after day, night after night, like we used to do.” He answered whilst blushing. “I’m not getting any younger, Dan, and neither are you. You’re not happy. We could be happy together.”

I uydukent escort saw a tear fall from the corner of his eye. He wiped it with his sleeve and put his head in his hands. I was just pulling his hands away from his face when the waiter came over. I guess they couldn’t wait much longer for us to order. He introduced himself as Phil and said he’d be our waiter for the night. We came to our senses and he stood there whilst we chose our meal from the menu and ordered another coke each. He left our table.

Andy started again. He looked into my eyes. I could see the pain he felt. “I’m sorry Dan, sorry for everything. For letting you love me back then, for not loving you back, for all these years we’ve missed out on and for bringing you here tonight and confessing my love for you. Maybe it was wrong to do this, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Staring back at him I spoke. “No, Andy it’s ok. I’m glad you did… I hate secrets between us. I just don’t know if I can have a relationship with you now. Yes, if I’m honest I think you’re gorgeous and the most amazing guy, I always have done. I just never let my feelings for you show since we split.” I paused for a second but he didn’t reply. “I loved you so much, I couldn’t believe it when after all the things we did together and you stopped it just like that.” I paused for a second. “But at least I knew we could be together somehow, even as friends and I just accepted that.”

I had tears in my eyes by this point. Andy had his head bowed down. The waiter came with our drinks, took one look at us, put the drinks down and hurried off.

I let out a chuckle. “I guess we scared the poor guy off. I bet he’s run into the kitchen to gossip about the two grown men crying into their dinner.”

He laughed as well, and wiped his eyes. “I suppose we better get a grip before they bring the tissue box out.”

Just then the waiter came with our starters. We said ‘thank you’ and he smiled. We ate in silence, and I couldn’t help but glance up at those blue eyes that had me first hooked 20 odd years before. I noticed that Andy kept stealing glances up at me too. We both blushed and I suddenly felt like a shy schoolgirl on her first date with the most handsome guy in class. I chuckled to myself and carried on eating. We didn’t speak much, apart from when commenting on the delicious food and the staff members on duty that evening. When we were silent it wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it would be, but then again, thinking back, silence was always comfortable between the two of us

When we were finished, the waiter came back to collect the plates. He smiled again at the both of us. We ordered another drink and he smiled again at us and went off.

“He seems a nice guy.”

“Yeah, he’s ok. He must be new ’cause I’ve never seen him before. We’ll have to get the latest from Maggie if we have time.” I said.

Andy looked over at Phil whilst he was getting our drinks. His eyes wandered up and down his tall frame and I wondered if he did that a lot but for some reason never noticed it before. He turned back to me.

“He’s cute.” He commented.

Now I was a little pissed and rather jealous. He came here on a date with me, saying all these things to me, confessing his love, and he tells me that another guy is cute?

“You fancy him?” I asked, worried.

Andy looked at me and grinned. “I said he was cute, not that I wanted to date him. He’s nothing compared to you though.” He paused and sighed loudly. “I should’ve listened to my heart instead of my head. I destroyed something that could’ve been good, something that I wanted.”

I put my hand on his, holding tight, and a warm feeling ran right through my body. I’m sure he felt it too as he looked into my eyes. I didn’t move it though, it felt good. I looked at him for a few moments.

“Andy, please don’t blame yourself, it’s my fault as well… maybe I should’ve tried harder to keep you. But we were young; we hadn’t experienced life, other people and relationships. I realised that soon after and when I eventually fell for Laura I thought that maybe it was for the best and we weren’t meant to be. You have nothing to be sorry for so don’t beat yourself up about it.”

I heard a cough and when we looked up, Phil, the waiter stood there with the drinks. Oh God had he been listening? How long for?

I realised my hand was still on Andy’s and I moved it away, blushing. Phil put the drinks down then wandered off. I took a drink and swallowed… hard. Andy acted as though nothing had happened as if it was totally natural. I was worried; a lot of the staff knew us there and could go bragging to other people about this. Phil must have been informed of who we were, so maybe we would be safe after all.

I let it go when Andy carried on speaking. “I guess you’re right. I don’t regret marrying Julie, it brought us two wonderful children, and two Godchildren for you. But I regret not being honest zeytinburnu escort with myself from the start, not being honest with my parents and you. Even if nothing comes out of this, I know that at least I’m happy within myself.”

I smiled at him and rubbed my thumb against the back of his hand, although not remembering when I put it back there. He looked down and I realised what I was doing so I pulled away quickly. He had this frown on his face and I could tell it was out of disappointment.

“I’m glad you’re being honest with yourself, Andy. I had a feeling deep down that you weren’t happy somehow, I just didn’t know what and why. Have you told you’re parents?” I asked

“Yeah, mum was ok with it surprisingly. Said she still loved me whatever. As long as I’m happy then she’d support me one hundred percent. I think that because she has the grandchildren she always wanted, she’s not really that bothered anymore.” He paused. “Dad didn’t take it that well, said he still loved me but couldn’t understand why his son was gay. I told him I didn’t choose to be, but I think he’s more worried about his reputation.”

I huffed.”Yeah, sounds like your dad alright, he’ll come round to it soon enough. I think my own parents were glad I chose to go down the straight root rather than the gay one. I wonder whether I chose the right one now.”

We stayed silent for a few minutes, but it looked as though Andy was happy I made that comment, as I could see his face light up.

Phil brought the main course and smiled at both of us and nodded his head. I wondered what he meant by that. I mean its one thing smiling, but it was almost a grin. I decided that maybe I was being paranoid.

Again we ate in silence and I wondered what or how I should be feeling. This was the guy I’d known nearly all my life, since we could walk, the guy I fell in love with when I was 13, the guy with who I shared my first kiss and lost my virginity to, but the guy who broke my heart when I was 17. But he was my best friend, the guy who knew me better than anyone. I thought I knew him but I was wrong. Yes I loved him, but in what way? Friends? Brothers? Or lovers? I didn’t know if I loved him that way anymore. Maybe I still did deep down but brushed those feelings to the back of my mind just like he did. Could those feelings be brought to life again? Did I want them to? Did I want to love and be loved by Andy and become partners in that way?

I thought about it some more whilst eating. Yes I did want him. But how could I? I couldn’t leave Laura just like that. I couldn’t leave the children and move in with another man. Not just any man, their ‘uncle’! What would I tell them? How do you explain that to three young children?

“Dan?” Andy asked after a few more minutes. I looked up. “What are you thinking?”

I guessed that he could see confusion on my face.”I’m thinking about us, about where we go from here. Whether I love you and if it’s possible to have a future together.” He looked at me and nodded. I carried on. “I’m concerned for the kids, Andy. Not just mine but yours also. How would they take the news that their parents are splitting up? Not to mention that their dad and the person they think of as an uncle are going to be lovers. Have you thought about that?”

Andy didn’t say anything. I bowed my head down and finished off my meal in silence.

Phil came soon after and took his time at our table whilst clearing the plates, then walked off with them and came back soon after with the dessert menu, then left us alone again. Andy spoke up while I was looking at the desserts. I wasn’t concentrating on the menu anymore, my mind was otherwise occupied.

“You know, Dan, the kids will be upset, but they’ll come round, they know things aren’t going well anyway with our marriages. Sleeping in separate beds for months on end kinda gives it away don’t you think? We can tell the rest of the family soon enough, you know our brothers and sisters.”

“I suppose.” I said quietly.

“You know I thought it was just a crush, or just something that all guys do and feel growing up. I didn’t think the feelings were real. Now I know they were.”

I sat there and wondered something and for some reason, I was worried about the answer. “Have you been with another guy apart from me?”

He looked up from the menu and nodded. I felt this ache in my chest. He patted my hand reassuringly as if he knew what I was going through right that second. “A few. After we broke up, there was nobody else until Julie, well not male anyway. Then a couple of years ago I started going to gay clubs to get it out of my system. It was driving me crazy not being with a guy, so I finally got the courage to make a move.”

I nodded my head, but felt hurt by it, that he says he loves me yet sleeps with other guys. As if he could read my mind, he spoke up.

“Dan, I never went all the way with them apart from one guy who I met up with şişli escort a few times. We fucked four or five times, but he was the only one. You have to understand that the lack of sex in my marriage was so frustrating for me. Anyway, after a while I didn’t feel I could keep having sex with guys that I didn’t know, so I stopped a few months ago. I went to the doctors, got tested for diseases, got the all clear, then finally admitted to myself that it was you I needed, not some Saturday night fling.”

I smiled. “You top or bottom with this guy?” I had to ask.

“Both. But if you recall, it was you that actually preferred to be the submissive one.”

I suddenly thought about us being together and how good it was, how good the sex was. I looked up at him from the menu and grinned. He looked at me with a confused expression. I thought back. “Remember our first time fucking?” I paused. “You were such an animal; once you started you couldn’t stop. I wondered where you got the energy from. I thought my butt was gonna bleed.”

He laughed. “Oh yeah, in your parents bed. We were both fourteen weren’t we, and so clumsy, didn’t know what we were doing at first. You weren’t so gentle yourself if I remember rightly.” He chuckled again. “Remember the time when my brother caught us. I thought he would hit the roof but he just laughed at our little dicks. I nearly died of embarrassment. Good job puberty kicked in soon after.”

I laughed. “Yeah we improved with age, in more ways than one.”

A loud cough suddenly broke my train of thought. Both Andy and I went beetroot when we saw Phil standing there with his pen and pad. I didn’t even remember him coming to our table. I had a feeling that he was listening to our conversation.

“Oh sorry… err we were just… err… um… ” Andy stuttered.

“It’s ok. Don’t worry about it, I’ve heard much worse. Although it’s a good job I stepped in when I did, who knows where it would have led to.” He let out a giggle. I think I went even redder. “Would you like to order a dessert, gentlemen?” He asked professionally.

I think we both let out a sigh of relief. I wasn’t really hungry but thought I’d better order something considering he was standing there waiting. We ordered ice-cream and he smiled then left.

Andy and I both started laughing together at our embarrassing situation. It actually helped to relieve the tension between us and for the first time that night I felt like I could relax and enjoy our time together.

“So, what about you? Have you been with other guys?” He asked when Phil left us alone again.

I swallowed and wondered if I should mention the ‘Brad incident’. But then I realised I needed to be honest with him. I nodded. “After you, there were a few one night stands with guys. For some reason I never met any girls that did it for me apart from Laura. We were faithful as you know.” He nodded. “Then a couple of weeks ago I gave a guy a blowjob.” I noticed he looked a little pained by my confession.

“Who was it?”

“Brad from the gym.” Andy looked away from me. I held his hand tightly. “We were both flirting as usual and we were both horny. I swear to God Andy that’s all that happened. I was so excited that I shot off in my pants before he could return the favour.”

Just then Andy burst out laughing. I felt a little embarrassed, but was glad he wasn’t pissed at me. “That happened to me as well with the first guy I was with. It had been so long since I’d sucked dick that I got overexcited. I was ashamed at the time but now I think about it, I guess it was funny.”

Talking about our not so wonderful escapades when getting back into the gay life seemed to cheer things up a little between us. He told me a little of what he got up to with some guys and I told him what I could remember.

I know that I was hard as rock sitting there and failed miserably when trying to adjust myself under the table. Luckily, the table cloth reached down to the carpet. I felt Andy’s foot brush my leg and I gasped. He grinned and winked at me. I was sure I blushed, but made him suffer just the same, by rubbing my foot against his VERY hard dick. We both let out quiet moans.

Did I want him? Of course I fuckin did!

We carried on chatting about other things, work, friends, family and gossip, whilst flirting and teasing each other under the table. Phil brought us our desserts and after guzzling that down we both agreed that no more food could be eaten or we’d blow up.

****

At the end of the night, and a few more bouts of coke induced caffeine later, Andy insisted he pay for the bill. I made sure my crotch was decent before standing up and noticed Andy did the same. I left a small tip for Phil and hoped that our conversation wouldn’t be passed around the restaurant. On the way out, Phil patted me on the shoulder. I turned around.

He whispered to me. “I think you two should make a go of it. I’m sure both your families will understand eventually, if not straight away. I can tell he loves you and you still love him no matter what you say or how long you deny it. You also make a fine handsome couple.”

I pulled away and he winked at me. I smiled at him, said ‘thank you’ and told him I would think about it, then walked out the door. Andy was waiting.

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…….In einem mal gefühlvollen, mal zackigen Rhythmus fickte ich ihre Pussy durch und streichelte dabei ihre Tochter von hinten an der blanken Möse, die sie mir bereitwillig entgegenstreckte.

Angefacht von meinen Stößen und den Liebkosungen ihrer Tochter bekam Tante Hanna einen heftigen Orgasmus, von welchem sie sich nur kurz erholen konnte, da ihre Tochter begann an ihrer Pussy zu lecken. Währenddessen steckte ich meinen Schwanz in die sich bückende Lina und rammelte drauf los.

Ich trieb meinen Riemen kräftig in ihre Möse und sagte dabei: „ Leck die Pussy deiner Mutter du kleine Schlampe!” In der Nacht zuvor hatte ich von ihr erfahren, dass sie auf solche Sprüche beim Ficken steht.

Nach ein paar Minuten stand meine Mutter auf und setzte sich zwischen meine und Linas Beine, um so gleichzeitig meinen Schwanz und ihre Pussy zu lecken, in welche dieser Einfuhr.

Nachdem meine Mutter scheinbar genug hatte, stand sie auf und sagte mir beim Vorbeigehen ins Ohr, dass sie gleich unseren Vater hierher schicken würde und ich mit ihm tauschen sollte.

Gesagt getan. Mein Vater stand nach einer Minute im Raum und rieb sich seinen Schwanz vor Geilheit. Tante Hanna bekam dies mit und sagte ihm als ich meinen Schwanz aus Lina nahm: „ Los George, fick meine Tochter von hinten und klatsch ihre Arschbacken!”

Als ich mit ihm tauschte und er bereits dabei war seinen Schwanz genüsslich in die junge Möse zu schieben, sagte er mir: „ Deine Mutter hat gesagt, du sollst deine Schwester und Ina aus dem Zimmer holen und sie in unser Schlafzimmer führen.”

Bereitwillig ging ich aus dem Bad, machte die Tür hinter mir zu und weckte die Mädels in unserem Zimmer mit einem Kuss auf deren Pussys.

Ich packte ihre Hände und zog sie in das Schlafzimmer meiner Eltern, wo meine Mutter und Onkel Jürgen in einem Bett lagen. Ina sträubte sich zunächst, doch als sie den Pimmel ihres Vaters zu sehen bekam, willigte sie ein mitzumachen.

Ina flüsterte uns zu: „ Haben die es gestern doch geschafft eine Orgie zu machen. Dann steht ja einer gesamten Familienorgie nichts mehr im weg?”

Ich befahl den Mädels Onkel Jürgens Schwanz zu wichsen und ihn zu blasen bevor er es schafft aufzuwachen. Ich würde mir derweil die Muschi meiner Mutter vornehmen.

Ina wusste dabei zur Information noch nicht, dass ich und Tanja schon öfters mit unserer Mutter gefickt haben. Onkel Jürgen wusste von Garnichts und würde gleich von seiner Tochter und seiner geilen Nichte geblasen werden. Ein Wahnsinnsgefühl muss das sein.

Als Jürgen mit seinem Schwanz im Mund seiner Tochter aufwachte sagte er erschrocken: „ Ina und Tanja was macht ihr da? Ihr könnt doch nicht und was macht dein Bruder an der Möse seiner Mutter?” Tanja beantwortete: „ Onkel Jürgen wir wissen von allem Bescheid, lehn dich zurück und genieß die Show. Heute wird wild mit jedem gefickt.Du kannst heute jede Pussy in diesem Haus ficken.”

“Nebenan fickt mein Vater gerade deine Tochter Lina und deine Frau durch, ist das nicht klasse?”,fügte ich hinzu.

Ina sagte beim Blasen: „ Ficken die wirklich nebenan? Wie geil. Da muss ich gleich auch mal hin, aber zunächst lutsche ich deinen geilen Schwanz aus Papi.”

Ohne seinen Schwanz aus dem Mund zu lassen, drehte sie sich auf dem Bett so herum, dass ihr Vater ihr problemlos an der jungen Fotze spielen konnte. Nebenan wollte meine Mutter aufs Ganze gehen und forderte mich auf sie in der Missionarsstellung in den Mund zu ficken. Ich tat ihr diesen Gefallen und trieb meinen Schwanz vorsichtig bis in ihren Rachen.

Ina stieg währenddessen mit ihrem Schoß vor das Gesicht ihres Vaters, sodass dieser die blanke Pussy seiner Tochter lecken konnte. Tanja lutsche dabei immer noch abwechselnd mit Ina seinen Schwanz.

Als mich meine Mutter auf dem Bett umdrehte und sie sich auf meinen Schwanz setzte, machten ihr die Mädels nebenan nach und schwangen sich ebenfalls auf Onkel Jürgen. Ina setzte sich langsam auf den Penis ihres Vaters und sagte dabei: „Oh Papi, lass deinen Schwanz schön langsam in meine Pussy einfahren.Ich will dich ganz tief in mir spüren.”

Tanja setzte sich auf das Gesicht ihres Onkels, ließ sich lecken und an den Schenkeln begrapschen, da er ab und zu Tanja dort oder Ina an den Brüsten streichelte.

Dies war wirklich ein atemberaubender Moment, der sich in meinem Kopf einprägte, da mich meine Mutter ritt, ihre herrlichen Brüste hin und her wippten und nebenan meine Cousine ihren Vater fickte, während sich meine Schwester die Pussy lecken ließ.

Ein Bild zu dem ich mir auch nach mehreren Monaten einen ataşehir escort bayan Runterhole, wenn meine Schwester mal nicht da ist.

Von diesem Bild angefacht, merkte ich, dass ich gleich kommen würde. Instinktiv fasste ich an die Brüste meiner Mutter und quetschte diese, als ich in meine Mutter spritzte.

Da ich nun eine kleine Pause brauchte bevor ich ihn wieder hochbekommen würde, legte sich meine Mutter auf mich und küsste mich mehrere Minuten lang leidenschaftlich.

Nebenan wechselten die Mädels die Position. Meine Schwester ließ sich von ihrem Onkel von hinten vögeln, während diese die Möse ihrer Cousine leckte.

Als sich mein Schwanz wieder regte entschlossen wir uns zu den dreien hinzuzustoßen. Ich ließ mir meinen Schwanz von Ina blasen, die immer noch von meiner Schwester geleckt wurde. Meine Mutter legte sich zwischen die Beine von Onkel Jürgen und leckte die Möse ihrer Tochter, während der Schwanz ihres Schwagers dort ein und aus fuhr.

Nachdem Onkel Jürgen lautstark seinen Orgasmus hinausschrie und in seine Nichte spritzte, beschlossen wir erst mal zu frühstücken. Als wir das Zimmer nackend verließen, gönnten wir uns noch einen Blick ins Badezimmer, wo mein Vater gerade Tante Hanna von hinten rannahm, wobei sie die Pussy ihrer Tochter schleckte.

Beim hineingehen sagte Onkel Jürgen locker: „George, ich habe gerade deine schöne Tochter von hinten gefickt, sie hat eine wirklich geile Fotze, Respekt.” George antwortete: „Bei deiner Tochter habe ich gerade das selbe gemacht, ein wirklich wildes und enges Stück hast du da aufgezogen.” Als George nochmal einen Endspurt einlegte, kam er heftig und spritzte seine ganze Ladung auf den Arsch seiner Schwägerin.

Nachdem Tante Hanna und ihre Tochter Lina sich vor unseren Augen in der Dusche abduschten, gingen wir in die Küche und aßen gemeinsam. Da jedoch nicht genügend Stühle zur Verfügung standen, mussten sich die Mädels auf die Schöße von uns setzten. Lina setzte sich auf den Schoß ihres Vaters, der ihre heiße Möse zum ersten Mal an seinem Schwanz spürte. Ina ließ ihren Prachthintern auf meinem Schoß rotieren, wobei Tanja sich auf den Schoß ihres Vaters setzte und sich ihre Brüste von ihm lecken ließ.

Um dem Frühstück etwas einzuheizen, nahm Lina etwas Marmelade und strich es sich auf ihre Brustwarzen. Ihr Vater nahm das Geschenk dankend an, leckte die Marmelade von den Nippeln seiner Tochter und spielte dabei an ihrer feuchten Pussy. Nachdem wir mit dem Frühstück fertig waren, räumten die Frauen das Geschirr usw. ab.

Einige konnten die kommende Orgie in dem Wohnzimmer nicht abwarten und legten einen Quicke in der Küche vor der ganzen Familien hin. Natürlich konnte ich Onkel Jürgen verstehen, der jetzt mal die junge Fotze seiner anderen Tochter ausprobieren wollte. Lina ritt ihren Vater auf dem Küchenstuhl, ließ sich ihre Brüste weiter lecken und ihren Arsch quetschen. Und alles beim Abräumen des Esstisches.

Ina, die noch nichts mit ihrer Mutter gestartet hatte, half ihr beim Abwaschen und streichelte sie dabei an den Brüsten, am Arsch und küsste sie ab und zu auf den Mund.

Meine Mutter freute sich lautstark über das Ergebnis unseres Planes, da sich unsere Verwandten wie Sexsüchtige verhielten und sich nicht mehr vor anderen schämten.

Dabei gestand sie den Restlichen über unser Vorhaben und erzählte ihnen auch über unseren Mallorcaurlaub.

Anstatt sich über unsere Verschwiegenheit zu ärgern, freuten sich die anderen und bedankten sich bei uns, da sie so endlich zueinander gefunden haben, was ohne unsere Hilfe womöglich viel länger gedauert oder nie geklappt hätte. Als das gesamte Geschirr fertig abgewaschen war, gingen wir in das gemütliche Wohnzimmer und fingen mit der Orgie an.

Jeder schnappte sich den Sexpartner mit dem er gerade Lust hatte zu vögeln. Ina setzte sich mit gespreizten Beinen auf einen Sessel und forderte ihren Onkel, mit dem sie es noch nicht getrieben hatte, auf, sie von vorne zu nehmen, während sie die Muschi ihrer geilen Mutter lecken konnte, welche sich auf den Sessel hocken sollte.

Ein wirklich geiler Anblick, wie zwei reifere und verwandte Personen sich auf ein solches junges und geiles Ding wie Ina stürzten.

Lina zog sich wiederum ihren Vater und Tanja zur Seite, stützte sich mit den Ellenbogen auf dem Sofa ab und reckte ihren Po in die Höhe. Ihr Vater schaltete schnell und führte seinen Schwanz von hinten in die Möse seiner Tochter, die währenddessen Tanjas Pussy leckte.

Da ich und Mutter schon mit jedem aus der Familie gefickt escort ataşehir hatten, bzw. mit ihnen in engem Kontakt standen, setzten wir uns etwas ab und vergnügten uns auf dem Sitzsack vor dem Kamin. Ich setzte mich gemütlich drauf und sah zu wie mein Schwanz in der Pussy meiner Mutter verschwand, die sich mit dem Rücken zu mir auf ihn setzte. Als sie begann ihn nach allen Regeln der Kunst zu reiten drückte ich ihre großen Titten von hinten und versuchte sie durch das Zwirbeln ihrer Nippel zu stimulieren.

Nach ca. 10 Minuten heiterem Vögeln, beschlossen wir die Mädels richtig zu vögeln. Es sollten jeweils zwei Männer, notfalls drei eine Frau durchnehmen. Die Mädels willigten unter der Bedingung, dass wir mit Vorsicht vorgehen sollten, ein, Analverkehr zu betreiben. Wir klappten das große Sofa auseinander und legten los.

Die Erste sollte meine Mutter sein, die das Vergnügen hatte. Mein Vater legte sich auf den Rücken, während sich unsere Mutter auf seinen Schwanz setzte. Onkel Jürgen kniete sich an den Arsch seiner Schwägerin und ließ sich noch kurz seinen Schwanz von seiner Tochter Ina anfeuchten, damit er lockerer in den Arsch meiner Mutter eindringen konnte. Ich hielt währenddessen meinen Schwanz an das Gesicht meiner Mutter und ließ ihn ab und zu bei der Prozedur blasen.

Die zwei Hengste fickten meine Mutter wild in beide Löcher und wurden von dem heftigen Stöhnen dieser angefacht sie schneller zu rammeln. Ich konnte dabei ihre Orgasmen durch meinen Schwanz fühlen, da sie bei jeder Welle meinen Schwanz fester blies. Nach ca. 5 Minuten sollte Tante Hanna drankommen. Diesmal wechselten wir Männer die Positionen. Tante Hanna schwang sich auf den saubergemachten Schwanz ihres Mannes.

Dazu muss gesagt werden, dass dieser nicht dreckig war, sondern er ihn nur aus hygienischen Gründen wusch, da er seine Frau jetzt in die Pussy vögeln würde.

Ich kniete mich hinter die leicht wuchtigen Arschbacken meiner Tante und ließ meinen Schwanz zur Anfeuchtung von meiner Schwester lutschen, damit ich ihn danach leichter in ihren Darm jagen konnte. Währenddessen ließ sich mein Vater den Schwanz von ihr blasen.

Als ich und mein Onkel anfingen, konnte ich seinen Schwanz an meinem spüren, wie er sich in ihrer Möse bewegte.

Um es noch geiler für meine Tante zu machen, klatschte ich ihr beim Vögeln öfters auf ihre geilen Arschbacken und sagte: „ Du hast so einen geilen Arsch Tantchen, lass mich dich von hinten Vögeln. Sie wie du dich vor deinen Töchtern in alle Löcher ficken lässt, du geile Schlampe!” Als Tante Hanna nicht mehr konnte wechselten wir wieder die Positionen.

Meine Schwester setzte sich auf den Schwanz von Onkel Jürgen, während ich meinen Schwanz an ihrer engen Rosette ansetzte. Um diese etwas zu dehnen, schob ich zuerst ein paar Finger hinein, um dann mit meinem Penis zuzustoßen. Vorne ließ sich mein Vater von seiner Tochter mündlich verwöhnen.

Da wir innerhalb der 9 Monate seit Mallorca noch nie anal gefickt haben, genoss ich das Gefühl in dem Arsch meiner Schwester zu stecken, hielt mich deshalb fest an ihren knackigen Arschbacken fest und trieb somit ihren Hintern schon gegen meinen Schwanz.

Kurz bevor wir wieder wechseln wollten, spritzte Onkel Jürgen lautstark in die Muschi seiner Nichte, die dabei ebenfalls zum Orgasmus kam. Die nächste sollte Ina sein, da sie sich vor Freude schon die Pussy rieb.

Diesmal setzte sich Ina auf meinen Schwanz, blies den Schwanz meines Vaters und wurde von ihrem Vater in den Arsch gefickt. Da sie leichte Schmerzen beim Einführen verspürte, musste sich ihr Vater enorme Mühe geben, ihr nicht wehzutun. Doch als sie sich langsam daran gewöhnte legte ihr Vater richtig los und trieb seinen Schwanz gierig in den Darm seiner Tochter.

Auch ich kam mehr in Fahrt, sodass ich in kürzester Zeit in die Pussy meiner Cousine spritzte.

Als Letzte sollte die geile Lina drankommen. Ina gesellte sich zu den bereits durchgenommenen Frauen, die sich es vor dem Kamin gemütlich gemacht hatten und sich gegenseitig leckten.

Da ich gerade abgespritzt hatte, ließ ich mir den Schwanz lutschen. Mein Vater fickte in den engen Arsch seiner Nichte Lina, während sie auf dem Schwanz ihres Vaters ritt, bzw. sie sich ficken ließ, da sie schwer mit einem Penis im Arsch reiten konnte.

Von der Enge seiner Nichte angefacht, spreizte mein Vater die Arschbacken seiner Nichte, fickte sie wie wild in den Darm, zog seinen Schwanz heraus und spritzte auf Inas Rücken. Nachdem wir Männer nicht mehr konnten und auch Lina genug hatte in alle Löcher ataşehir escort gefickt zu werden, beschlossen wir alle gemeinsam in den Pool zu hüpfen und uns abzukühlen.

Im Keller angekommen sprangen wir alle nackt hinein und ließen uns treiben. Da wir so gut wie keine Kraft mehr hatten streichelten und begrapschten wir uns nur noch gegenseitig. Ich züngelte ein Wenig mit meiner rassigen Tante Hanna herum, quetschte dabei ihre herrlichen Arschbacken und spielte mit dem Finger an ihrer Rosette, welche ich ca. eine halbe Stunde zuvor gefickt hatte.

Mein Vater hatte Lina und Ina zur Rechten und zur Linken, welche ihn abwechselnd küssten und er sie an den Rosetten fingerte.

Währenddessen machte meine Mutter und meine Schwester das Gleiche bei Onkel Jürgen, der dabei noch am Schwanz gekrault wurde. Nachdem noch einige von uns duschten, trennten wir uns alle. Manche hielten einen kleinen Mittagsschlaf, einige guckten Fernsehen und andere gingen spazieren.

Ich hielt Mittagsschlaf mit meiner Cousine Ina, die wie ich ihren Schlaf danach brauchte. Natürlich schliefen wir nicht nur, jedoch wollten wir uns nicht groß verausgaben, da wir abends noch etwas Größeres vorhatten. Also fickte ich sie langsam und genüsslich in der Löffelchenstellung bis wir dabei einschliefen und erst gegen 6 Uhr aufwachten, bzw. ich wach wurde da Ina mir am Penis rumspielte.

Tante Hanna und Mutter fuhren in die nächste Stadt um Besorgungen zu machen. Lina und Tanja machten es sich mi ihren Vätern im Wohnzimmer gemütlich und guckten Fern. Beim Runtergehen erwischten wir meine Schwester beim Blasen von Onkel Jürgens Schwanz. Ina ließ sich währenddessen mündlich von ihrem Onkel verwöhnen. Als wir sie fragten ob sie schon die ganze Zeit dabei wären, sagten sie, dass sie beim Fernsehen eingeschlafen seinen, gerade seit 15 Minuten wach sind und sich somit schon mal für die abendliche Aktion aufwärmen wollten.

Als Tanja diese Worte mit dem Schwanz von Onkel Jürgen in der Hand aussprach, kamen auch schon unsere Mütter von ihrer Einkaufstour zurück. Sie brachten Lebensmittel, Putzzeug und ein paar Utensilien aus dem Sexshop mit. Dies waren einige Tuben Gleitgel für den Rest der Woche, sowie Sexwürfel für Experimentierfreudige.

Nachdem wir beschlossen uns alle wieder normal anzuziehen, um den Lustfaktor etwas zu steigern, aßen wir zu Abend und plauderten über das Erlebte. Als der Abwasch fertig war, trafen wir uns alle im Wohnzimmer und besprachen das weitere Vorgehen beim Ausziehen.

Als Tanja vorschlug alle gemeinsam in den Wirlpool zu steigen, befürworteten dies alle und schlenderten nach draußen.

Da der Jacuzzi nur für vier Personen vorgesehen war, mussten wir uns überlegen, wie wir dies bewerkstelligen sollten. Schnell schaltend ließ ich das Wasser zur Hälfte ab und forderte alle auf jetzt hineinzusteigen. Wir quetschten uns zunächst alle nebeneinander hinein, merkten dann jedoch dass wir mehr Platz brauchten.

Tante Hanna erkannte das Problem, schwang sich auf meinen Schwanz und drückte mir ihre prallen Titten ins Gesicht. Tanja machte ihr nach und setzte sich auf den Schwanz ihres Onkels, der ihr durch leichtes Anheben ihres Hinterns beim reiten seines Riemens half.

Ina erkannte die einzig freie Stelle und setzte ihr Möse an die Eichel ihres Onkels an und gleitete langsam darauf. Die Einzigen die keinen Schwanz abbekommen hatten, waren Lina und meine Mutter, die es sich wiederum alleine gemütlich machten. Lina setzte sich auf den Schoß meiner Mutter und küsste sie leidenschaftlich.

Dabei konnte ich im Augenwinkel noch schön sehen, wie sie ihre feuchten Brüste aneinander rieben. Ich ließ mich völlig in dieser Situation gehen, wir fickten alle acht zusammen in dem Wirlpool.

Ich genoss das Gefühl, wie sich die Muschi meiner Tante um meinen Schwanz schloss, wie meine Vorhaut durch das Auf und Ab ihres Unterleibes hoch und runter geschoben wurde und ich ihre vor mir baumelnden Brüste quetschte und hin und her walkte.

Nachdem die Positionen gewechselt werden sollte, machten Tante Hanna und meine Schwester eine Pause und leckten sich wie eben zuvor Lina und meine Mutter. Derweil schwang sich Ina auf meinen, Mutter auf Onkel Jürgens und Lina auf Georges Prügel.

Da Ina ziemlich geil war, fing sie auch gleich an mich richtig hart ranzunehmen. Ohne dass ich etwas machen konnte, kamen in mir die Säfte hoch und ich spritzte in die Möse meiner Cousine.

Nach einem weiteren Stellungswechsel beschlossen wir uns aufzuteilen und wild im ganzen Haus rum zu vögeln. Ich blieb mit meiner Lieblingstante alleine im Jacuzzi und vergnügte mich mit ihr.

Mein Vater spielte im Wohnzimmer mit meinen Cousinen herum. Und Onkel Jürgen ging zusammen mit meiner Mutter und meiner Schwester nach Oben.

Die restliche Woche verlief wunderbar und ich verbrachte jeden Tag und jeden Nacht mit wem anders.

Fortsetzung folgt.

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A few years ago, I worked at a library for a short period of time. This library would have presentations almost daily. These would vary as to subject matter, but they were usually educational unless it was a musical performance by musicians.

Being a fan of BDSM, tickling, torture, and likewise activities, I suggested offering a presentation about Medieval and Witch Confession and Punishment Methods. To my surprise, the branch librarian thought that would be a great idea and she asked me to submit a plan for the presentation.

After reviewing my plan, she recognized that the major focus of the torture methods involved some form of tickling. She suggested that we add a demonstration to the presentation of someone being convicted of an accusation and sentenced to the stocks for a tickling punishment.

I was amazed that she would suggest such a demonstration, but she thought it would be a better way of educating the people who attended the presentation by showing them how someone suffered from being tickled instead of just talking about it. I agreed and put the plan into motion.

I had the maintenance crew build a small set of stocks that the convicted person would be locked in. We gathered some of the staff and talked about the project in greater detail. We all agreed that the group would secret vote who would be the ticklee. Each person of the group would be prepared to strip down to a bathing suit if they were chosen to be tickled. In reality, back in the days of Salem witches, the accused were sentenced to be tickled in stocks naked. Being naked added to the punishment and the humiliation of the accused. Since this was a library and just a demonstration, nudity was forbidden, but a bathing suit was acceptable. Whoever was selected would be locked in the stocks in their bathing suit for 5 to 10 minutes. The remaining unselected staff would tickle the selected staff member for no more than 10 minutes.

The presentation was promoted, and the auditorium was about half full with 40 people in attendance. It was a great turnout for a first-time presentation. I was the presenter and welcomed the patrons to the presentation, and then began a PowerPoint presentation to educate the crowd about different torture practices from the past and still used today in some cases like when the Marines were accused of waterboarding inmates at Guantonamo Bay.

The attendees at the presentation were very engaged and asked lots of questions. I explained how some punishments fit the offense while others did not. For example, someone accused of laughing in church would be sentenced to the tickle stocks naked and be given something to laugh about. They would be tickled by their peers, not by an appointed tickler. This ataşehir escort made the punishment even more severe for not everyone liked each other. Imagine being locked in stocks naked, and you can’t move your bare feet when your arch enemy approaches to take advantage of your plight?

Other times, the offense was stealing or being drunk in public. These crimes would also be given a sentence of being placed in the town square stocks, but the accused was fully clothed. Their punishment was more of ridicule and humiliation. Sometimes, the town folk would throw rotten tomatoes and eggs at the captive. It wasn’t uncommon for the mischievous young boys in town to sneak up to the stocks and remove the captives’ shoes and stockings, and then tickle their feet relentlessly as town people would laugh at the poor person’s circumstance.

We came to the part of the presentation for the tickle torture demonstration. The branch librarian came out dressed in a robe and hat reminiscent of the dress style of the 1692 witch trials.

“Does someone want to make an accusation?”

She was answered by one of the staff who was aware of who was voted to be the accused. She responded, “Yes, I accuse him of laughing in church (pointing at me). I was taken back since I was hoping to tickle one of the female librarians, but instead they would tickle me.

The branch librarian asked, “How do you plea?” I answered, “Not guilty!”

She asked if there were any other witnesses to this laughing offense. If not, it would be a she said, he said situation and the accusation would be dismissed. To everyone’s surprise, several people in the audience shouted, “Yes, I saw him laughing too. He needs to be punished.”

The branch librarian said, “Since there are witnesses, your plea is rejected. You are sentenced to one hour in the town square stocks where you will be naked, tickled, and humiliated. All in favor say Ay. All opposed?”

One person said Nay. She asked what the naysayer objected to, and he replied, “The sentance is too light. It should be two-hours.”

“Okay, two hours it will be. Guards, take him to the stocks and strip him of his clothing.”

(Again, being the library, I was stripped down to a pair of swimming trunks.)

After my clothes were removed, I was placed in the stocks. Hands above my head tied to the upright posts and my bare feet sticking out of the holes in the footboard, locked on my ankles so I could not pull them out.

The branch librarian watched as I was locked in and then said, “He is ready for his punishment. Laughing in church is unacceptable. Your peers will now give you something to laugh about. I will excuse myself from these proceedings, but remember, the louder he laughs, the more people will come to this room. Once here, they will want to participate. We might just have to add on an additional hour.” She laughed a very wicked laugh. What was going on? We had agreed that the person selected would only be locked in the stocks for about 5-10 minutes. Also, a staff member was going to be the tickler, not the audience. After all, this was just a demonstration. I started to panic.

The branch librarian, and other staff members left the room, leaving me at the hands of the audience.

Someone stood up and said, “Well, what are we waiting for? Let the tickling punishment begin!”

Four people rushed the stocks and began tickling my feet, legs, and sides. I was squirming, but I could not avoid their onslaught.

“Hahahahhahha, please stop it. I’m very ticklish! No, stop, hahahahha! Please, let me out if here! Oh, I can’t get out! Hahahahaha!

One tickler said, “He deserves every tickle stroke he gets for laughing in church!” These people were really getting into the role playing enjoying the torture they were inflicting upon me.

The man that asked for the sentence of time to be doubled said, “Look at his crotch. He’s got a boner!” They all laughed, and one said, “There’s no one here to stop us; let pull down his shorts!”

They were like an incited mob. They all agreed, and before I knew it, my shorts were pulled down past my knees. Now, I truly was feeling humiliated, and it showed. They taunted me and said things to make me squirm and my cock swell. The man walked away interested in something else.

“Hey, these stocks are on wheels. Let’s roll him out into the parking lot for all to see,” one of the ticklers said. They all laughed and agreed they should do that.

“Look, he likes being threatened. His cock is getting bigger,” one woman said.

Then, the man who had stepped away came back and held up a pair of scissors.

“Let’s cut off his shorts.” He took the scissors and worked on cutting off my swim trunks, while through my laughter, I begged him to stop.

“There! (holding up the tattered shorts) now he is naked like he deserves.” The crowd cheered.

During this entire ordeal, I am laughing hysterically, for others are tickling the hell out of me. I could see almost every person using their cell phone to video me. I was so embarrassed.

“Please, stop taking videos of me like this. Hahahha, you’re humiliating me! HAHAHAHA!

“Yes, we are and looking at how your cock is throbbing, you love it and want more!”

Suddenly, I felt a feather flicking the frenulum, the most sensitive area of my cock and then used to tickle my testicles. I erupted with a whole new level of laughter and arousal..

“Tickle his dick. Make it dance,” one woman said. What had I gotten myself into? The crowd was turning and becoming very evil. It wasn’t just one or two people being mean. It was everyone.

A young woman in her 20s came to the stocks and said, “The lady that sentanced him gave me his phone, and it’s not password protected. Aw, too bad for you,” she said and continued, “I’m going to take some nice video of you naked and laughing. Smile for me.”

I protested through my laughter.

“No, hahaha don’t take video hahaha of me like this! Hahahhaha. Please.” My pleas were just laughed at and ignored. “He protests but his swollen cock loves it!” Said one lady as she tickled my balls.

The girl with my phone replied, “Too late. Already saved on your phone. Now to add to your humiliation. I remember how to do this. Let’s see, contacts, select all,”

I yelled, “No, hahaha, don’t share hahahaha that with my contacts. Hahahahaha, those are my friends, family, and associates. HAHAHAHHA.. YOU’LL RUIN ME! I’LL NEVER LIVE DOWN THE HUMILIATION! HAHAHAHHAHA!”

She stopped and smiled. “Aw, will this video embarrass you? Let me show you what I captured. See, here is the walk-up to the stocks. You can hear you laughing your ass off. I get closer and now you can see that you are naked. Your cock is rock hard sticking up as the lady next to you is feathering it. Oh, this is the best. Your face laughing hysterically as you are telling me to stop video taping you. What a great video.”

“No, please. I beg of you. Please don’t send…HAHAHA.. stop tickling me, that video to my contacts!”

“Too bad. Time to hit send.”

“Oh my God. You didn’t just do that, did you? Hahahaha.. please tell me you didn’t send that to my contacts?” HAHAHAHA!

She just smiled at me and put the phone screen up to my face. It showed the video being delivered to hundreds of my contacts.

She said, “Not only did I send it, some of your so-called friends are already responding. Who is Sandy? She says, “LOLOLOL, you deserve everything you are getting. Give him more!”

“This one is from Sherry. She says, “LOLOL, I wish I was there tickling your toes. Your cock looks like it’s about to explode! Don’t let him cum! ROFLMAO!”

“Ah, this one I think we should do. She says, “LMAO, this is hilarious. I’m posting the link on social media. You should parade him down the street naked. He needs to learn a lesson.”

She said, “Well, you’re getting your upcommings now.”

She kept reading responses as they continued coming in. The director at the library texted, “Come to my office first thing in the morning. You have a lot to explain.”

I was fired from that job. I blame the branch librarian for what happened. She abandoned me and set me up. She never liked me. I think it was her plan all along to put me in a vulnerable position.

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On my way to New York City, I stopped in Chicago to make a business call. By 3 PM my business was done. Once outside again the bright lights, the many aromas, the bells, whistles and horns hooked my attention. I flipped through a beautifully bound guide book highlighting all the best places to enjoy Chicago to its fullest. I took a cab to the one that appealed to me most. It was too early for dinner, so I relaxed in the huge, opulent bar to watch sports.

The bar was not overly crowded, but handsome young men and pink-lipped women in small groups bubbled over tables and areas of the bars. I could not help glancing over at the many boldly dressed, confident-looking women also relaxing after the end of the business week.

This must be a good place for women to meet available men, I thought, because several women looked my way and smiled. One alluring woman approached me and offered to buy me a drink. I was attracted to her immediately. She introduced herself simply as Sinead.

Sinead and I had cocktails. She was lovely! Tan by Chicago standards. She was tall, like me. She had marvelously big tits that she framed well in her elegant halter top. She teased me with them. Her chestnut hair was shoulder length. To my surprise, she was all over me. She touched me in so many parts of my body, I thought she was picking my pocket. I thought that her face flushed whenever I pulled back suddenly.

“You’re such a nervous Thomas!”, she said in my ear.

And she laughed. At first I was not sure if she was laughing with me or at me. She pressed her nails gently into my palms. She ran her finger tips beneath my collar. She brushed back the stray hair falling onto my forehead. She poked or squeezed me every time she told another sexy joke. Her eyelids seemed heavy… like bedroom eyes… I thought to myself. I was flattered by the many intimate signs Sinead gave me that she was interested in more than cocktails. What fascinated me more than anything was how clearly aroused it made her to put her hands on me, poking, prodding, scratching, pinching and gliding her hands over some part of me. I do not recall having quite that effect on a woman before.

On the other hand, I was careful not to touch her intimately, lest she think me too forward. I did not want her mood spoiled. So I let her touch me. She aroused herself as much as she aroused me! I could see her chest breathing deeply and quickly. I wished I could put my hands one her there, just to feel the pace of her heartbeat.

After dinner Sinead insisted that we go to her place, what she described as an opulent hotel suite paid for by her company. She seemed a bit giddy when I readily agreed. As soon as we got there I felt my ardor begin to soar and within moments I turned to her, and our lips met. I wanted her. Badly. I would go to great lengths. She was so very accommodating, encouraging me, telling me with her lips, her hands, and the small sounds she made that she wanted me to continue, My fingers trembled a bit as I raised my hand to unzip Sinead’s dress, but she closed her hand over mine, halting my progress. Sinead bursa escort pushed me back. “Not yet, baby”.

For a moment I felt a crushing twinge of rejection! Had I misread her so completely? But Sinead stood back only for a moment. Then she stepped back into me grinning. She pushed away my eager hands and she began undressing me instead! I stood there. I felt a rush rising up my spine…. nervousness mixed with curiosity, fear and arousal. I remember feeling glad she had taken over. My fingers would have trembled too much to coax open the small button on the delicate fabric of her outfit. And as she quickly stripped me, her face flushed again, her breathing came quickly, and her lip actually quivered. I was mystified by what it was in her imagination that aroused her so!

When I was naked, Sinead stepped back to admire me. She seemed quite pleased. She actually touched herself — her nipple and her inner thigh. “I’ll be right back”, she said and stepped out with the empty ice bucket. She returned only minutes later but with two women behind her. Each of them was as elegant as Sinead. Both of them looked at my naked body smiling as Sinead closed the door behind them. Sinead explained. “I told my friends that I was about to enjoy a really exciting man,” she said with a smirk, “and they just had to see you for themselves. I hope you don’t mind?”

As they came around me, I did not think she was really asking. A shapely black woman with a stunning chiseled face introduced herself. “You can call me Moana,” she said, and turned to Sinead with a smile. The other woman had very long dark hair and gorgeous hands. “I’m Teelie”, she said, “with a bright white smile”. I noticed Sinead shiver as a rush of arousal swept through her body. The other two women touched themselves, and touched each other, as if I was some sort of special prize!

I think I’m attractive, tall, lean, and muscular, with regular features. Women always told me how much they loved running their fingers through my hair.. But I never thought of myself as the kind of man women swoon over! I was genuinely puzzled… and very excited to be having such an effect on them!.

Teelie practically devoured me with her eyes, and still gazing at me, she spoke to Moana and Sinead.

“We should tie him down so we can each have a turn!”

Moana was quick to respond with a sensual, playful growl.

“I definitely want a turn with him!”

Sinead liked the idea.

“Yes! Let’s tie him down.”

I am usually comfortable being naked. But these three fully dressed glamorous women made me self-conscious. I covered myself with my hands. But they were having none of that. All three of them closed in, reaching for me, pulling my hands away from my erect groin, poking me, teasing me about my nakedness. They coaxed me back onto the very large bed as Sinead pulled off the bed cover and she actually squealed with delight!

As she fastened a leather cuff to my wrist, Moana nibbled my neck and whispered in my ear. “I want to make you smile.” On the other side, cuffing my other wrist, Teelie bursa eskort added, “Oh I’m gonna do even better,” she laughed.

Both of them laughed and caressed each other as they teased me with their fingers, while Sinead cuffed both my ankles.

They made my head spin! Nonstop foreplay… I could barely catch my breath! And I did not even notice them draw my hands back and tie my wrists to the head board! Apparently part of me had already yielded to the logic of the situation. I did not fight them when Sinead pulled my cuffed ankles apart and tied them to opposite corners. Sinead stood beside me smiling, unpinning her hair. I was fully erect.

I listened to their laughing banter, their innuendos about how they were going to fuck me. I was about to enjoy a fantasy I could not even imagine. Once they had me restrained in such a shocking way, their banter got hotter, wilder, and dirtier.

After they tested their handiwork with little tickles and mock attacks to make sure I could not move, Sinead opened a drawer. Each of them took a pretty cardboard box from the drawer, and returned to my sides. They appeared overjoyed, giggling and joking as they took positions around me, one on each side, and Sinead reclined beside me, gazing at my huge erection, my banana-shaped penis bouncing with arousal between my wide-spread thighs. She took an unusual pair of gloves from her bag and put them on. Each finger of the glove was tipped with a long feather.

She wiggled her gloved fingers before my eyes a few times, and then she feathered my tautly stretched side. I am horribly ticklish and I struggled against the restraints. Moana and Teelie opened their boxes, and each of them took out big feathers. When I realized what was about to happen, I panicked and I cursed and I demanded to be released. Sinead replied as she slowly feathered my erection. I could not exhale. Her explanation was so unexpected, it silenced me.

“We have something unusual in common,” Sinead began, “… so we made a club. It is a very big club now.”

She paused.

“Every weekend a few of us book a suite like this somewhere in the city. We find a sexy man like you who has the special thing we need, and we enjoy him by doing what we love doing best.”

When she saw my dumbstruck expression, she smiled so broadly I thought her face would break. And then Sinead lifted my butt and shoved a small soft pillow under me.

“And you are so *very* ticklish, aren’t you!!”

She gazed at me and rid herself of most of her clothing. He reached between her long smooth thighs as she watched panic overwhelm me.

And then it began. Moana tickled me all over my neck, chest and belly. Sinead tickled my anus, balls, and penis. Teelie just watched for the moment, as if deciding what she would do. Her hands were visible moving slowly beneath the fabrics of her blouse and skirt. I bucked and twisted! I writhed and contorted! I yanked myself in every way I could to evade their finger nails, and the terrible tips of the feathers and brush bristles. But my real horror began when my erection began bouncing and the head of my penis swelled so much, the taut skin shined in the light! They discovered that tickling arouses me sexually!

When they saw my erection go from long to longer, when they saw it bouncing and pulsing with need and anticipation, they were overjoyed!

“Tickling arouses him sexually!!” Sinead exclaimed loudly. “I’ve never experienced this before!”

I knew at that moment that I was in serious trouble! I could only hope that there would be highly erotic moments too.

They tickled me one at a time, two at a time, and all three together. They soon realized that they could torture me severely one moment, and then arouse me to fever pitch the next moment, simply by moving from my ticklish spots to my manhood, especially the underside of my penis, and just beneath its head! My poor brain was not prepared for this double assault. My nervous system could not reconcile the extremes of pleasure and suffering they put me through!

My body twitched as if cross-circuited! As they worked me over, I shivered, trembled, shook, twisted, churned, yanked, contorted, all the while either laughing hysterically, or crying out for mercy, as they moved from my most arousing spots to my most ticklish spots They worked me over for what seemed like an eternity, laughing and moaning the whole time. I was completely unraveled!

Teelie made a suggestion.

“Let’s have a contest! We each feather his cock one at a time. Whoever can get him most excited gets to have him for herself for a long time!”

Moana and Sinead burst out laughing and nodding their heads enthusiastically.

“Who goes first,” Sinead asked?

“We mustn’t let him cum,” Teelie reminded them, “so tickle him if he gets too close!”

They all agreed vigorously.

“Imagine what condition he’ll be in an hour from now!”, Sinead chortled.

Moana and Sinead made me suffer horridly as they brought me to the brink of climax and then yanked me back with a sudden severe tickling. But Teelie was the clear winner. He had me babbling incoherently, trembling and whipping my head from side to side. Then this shapely woman toweled me, ridding me of the sweat that covered me. She was eager to keep exciting me sexually with her free hand. Once I was dried off, she pulled down her pants and panties and climbed up on my upper chest. She lifted my head, pulling my face to her wetness. She washed her pussy with my face. She came so hard she released a very loud shout.

Moana appeared to be finished with me. She said her good-byes and left with Teelie. I was alone with Sinead.

Sinead undressed herself and reclined beside me. She feathered my erection, this time in an entirely erotic way, and Sinead mounted me when my erection began to bounce again She fucked me so sweetly, I nearly forgave her for the ordeal she made me endure. When she climaxed, she shrieked like a banshee. I came as if a tidal wave had crashed over me. I climaxed for many minutes. She kissed me, wished me well, and quickly left. I knew I would never see her again.

But how would I get loose?

I was alone. But not for long. The door opened. Three more elegantly dressed women came in staring at me. They giggled like school girls as they went to the open drawer. Each took out a fresh box!

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When I was asked to attend a stamp exhibition in Germany it wasn’t the most exciting proposition. I was working for the Post Office in administration and they were having trouble finding volunteers. Anyway, I thought what the hell? It was a free trip to a country I’d never visited and I spoke a bit of German. So I went.

Frankfurt, it was. In a big exhibition centre like a hangar. I was manning the stand with one of our German agents, a 50-year-old ever-smiling man who took me out to dinner with his family the first evening. The exhibition was full of old men wearing grey raincoats and carrying briefcases, looking for the missing links I their stamp collections. They thought I was in some way exotic because I came from where the stamps came from.

Two old guys came around twice and made conversation in halting English and I went along with it politely. When they came around the third time they started talking about evenings and restaurants and my hotel, and I agreed it was rather boring.

“Then you will come to my house tonight and have dinner with us,” Klaus said. “I pick you up here at six. Hansi comes too.”

Klaus was tall and thick set and bald. Hansi was shorter, with long grey hair and a beard. They seemed like nice enough people and an evening in a home was cheaper than sitting in a restaurant on my own, now that the agent had done his duty and apologetically told me I would have to fend for myself.

At six we piled into Klaus’s old Opel and headed out of the city into farmland. It was a slightly strange feeling being driven into the unknown, but I didn’t feel worried with these two safe middle-aged men.

We pulled into a farm that looked disused and they took me into the old house, a cold stone place. In the big front room Klaus built a big fire with logs from outside and they served up some kind of stew. There was no sign of a farmer’s wife, or any female at all, in fact. Just big Klaus, hairy Hansi and me.

The room warmed up quickly to the extent that we all took off our jackets and rolled up our sleeves. Klaus put some music on – German language middle of the road stuff. He and Hansi were sitting on a big leather sofa and I was opposite them on a matching one. They poured Jagermeister like it was water and we were all getting a bit drunk. Pleasantly so, in my case. I felt extremely relaxed: away from home, out in the wilds, warm, fed and a bit woozy. The conversation wasn’t that fluent due to language restrictions, but the three of us were determined to have a nice, sociable time.

As Klaus refilled my Jagermeister I became aware of Hansi doing something unusual over on the other sofa. He had taken off his shirt to reveal a hairy chest and was now unzipping his trousers. They were loose, old-fashioned suit trousers, the kind that give no indication of what is underneath. To say I hadn’t been interested in what was in there would be untrue. For half an hour I had been feeling a bit horny and, in the absence of women, had been considering whether there was any fun to be had in this room. And what I had concluded was that if these two straight-looking, unsexy men were to start anything, I might just go along with it.

Hansi was indeed starting something. He was now sitting opposite me, naked except for his grey socks, a perfectly decent penis erect above his hairy crotch. It was uncut, about six inches long and hard. His pubic hair was thick and dark and his thighs were covered with hair too. So fatih escort were his chest and his arms, and I had a feeling – or perhaps a hope – that his back was too.

I didn’t know, of course, what Hansi had in mind. Maybe he was just very uninhibited and had decided to have a wank.

“You are looking at Hansi’s body,” Klaus said. “You like men naked?” he put his hand on top of my head and gave my hair a little ruffle.

“We are going to fuck you, Jeff,” he added in a matter-of-fact way. “You want that too, not true?”

With that, Klaus unzipped his own trousers and they slid to the floor.

“You want to see my cock?” he said, fondling himself.

I said nothing.

“I think you do,” Klaus said, pulling his old-fashioned white y-fronts aside to reveal big, low-hanging balls and a small patch of pubic hair surrounding a thick, hard cock.

“You want to suck me?” he continued.

Hansi stood up and walked over and sat next to me. He leaned across me and grabbed me by the shoulder before pushing his face into mine and kissing me as Klaus’s erection waved around in front of us. Klaus said something to him in German and Hansi began unbuttoning my shirt and then my trousers. He thrust his hand into my underpants and gripped my very excited cock.

“So that is the answer,” Klaus said contentedly. “An erection doesn’t lie.”

Hansi pulled my head down into his lap and made me suck his cock. I was shaking with excitement at this unexpected turn of events.

“You will suck both of us,” Klaus said as the aroma of Hansi’s hairy body wafted up my nose and the feel of his smooth, firm cock head thrilled me. Klaus sat the other side of me and grabbed my cock. He began to wank me with a calm, controlled confidence.

“On your knees,” Klaus demanded, and I left Hansi’s beautiful penis to move onto Klaus’s monolithic erection. It felt and tasted different, and my position, on my knees on the floor, naked in a room that didn’t have a bed, made me feel extra sinful.

As I sucked Klaus’s cock eagerly, Hansi got on the floor behind me and manoeuvred me so my arse was in the air. I felt the brush of his beard on my back and my buttocks before he grabbed my sides and his big, wet tongue plunged into my arse. He licked me like a dog, lapping at my arsehole hungrily and sending waves of powerful, dirty rapture through me. I hoped he was softening me up for a buggering, and when he left my hind quarters for a moment I was ecstatic to find he returned with a tube of lubricant and began slathering it in and round my hole.

I continued my worshiping of Klaus’s body, sucking his wonderful German penis and feeling the rolls of fat around his middle.

Wanting to speak for the first time, I detached myself from Klaus’s cock.

“I want you both to fuck me,” I said. “In bed. The three of us.”

Hansi stuck his middle finger right up my arse and I flinched.

“You sure you can take two German cocks in one session?” he laughed.

“What is the difference?” I said.

“We like to play a game with English guys,” Klaus said, stroking his big shiny head proudly. “You are a visitor we have captured. We have been stuck out here alone for months with nothing to do. Now we are going to have our fun with you. We have lots of energy, lots of aggression, and it is coming your way. You are going to have an experience you will never forget.”

The two of them looked at güngören escort me for a reaction but all I did was smile. Then Klaus pulled me to my feet, leaned down and hoisted me onto his shoulder. If this was part of the role play it was all right with me, although it was notable that Hansi was less macho. My hardon got harder than ever as we climbed up the stairs with Hansi leading the way.

We entered a large bedroom in which an old electric fire glowed on one wall. It was warm in the room and the bed was old and soft, as I discovered when Klaus dropped me onto it like a rolled-up carpet. He left the room with some muttered instructions to his friend.

Hansi lay beside me and placed one arm and one leg across me. He stroked me sensuously and his bearded face invaded mine as he kissed me, not aggressively but gently and erotically. Slowly he moved his whole body on top of me and just lay there. I put my arms around him to feel his warmth and his hair. I stroked his furry back and felt his muscular shoulders, also trimmed with fur.

“Jeff,” he whispered, “I am going to make love to you. Klaus will be a few minutes and we can have a nice time together. When he comes back he will want to fuck you like an animal. And you will let him. But tonight you say you have to go back to the hotel and I will take you. Okay?”

He looked me tenderly in the eyes and even as I was nodding yes my legs were lifting like a hydraulic device to let this lovely man in. He played with my lubed anus and kissed me deeply, then moved up and placed his cock at my entrance. He slid in firmly but carefully and soon I was full of a hairy German man’s penis. It felt wonderful. He was so kind and considerate, yet utterly masculine with his head-to-toe hair and his hard cock and his furry balls, which I found myself holding and admiring

Hansi didn’t take long to come, and he came inside me without asking, as if he knew that was what I wanted. Then he rolled off, just as Klaus came back in the room with a camera in his hand.

Hansi excused himself and I heard him going down the stairs. Klaus put the camera down and grabbed me by the ankles. He pulled me towards him and manhandled me into a kneeling position.

“Hansi came in your ass,” he observed. “It will be nice and slippery for me.”

With that, standing behind me, he pushed his cock into my crack and slammed his large, heavy body forwards. His big, thick cock plunged inside my hole, which was fully ready after Hansi’s ministrations. As predicted, Klaus fucked me like an animal, his balls slapping against my skin and his cock head ploughing deep inside me. It was breathtaking in a rather unsettling way – very different from Hansi’s loving approach, and I had to quickly decide to accept this style and enjoy it. I wasn’t looking for love, after all, just physical thrills, and Klaus with his big macho body and attitude was delivering that, as long as I didn’t mind being his bitch, which was clearly how he saw me.

“I will come in your mouth,” he informed me, before abruptly withdrawing and throwing me onto my back. He pinned my shoulders down with his knees as he began to wank, and when he felt himself coming he clambered down a little and his dirty macho cock spat spunk on my face and into my mouth. He came in the vast quantities you would expect of such a man.

On the one hand I was steamrollered by his caveman performance, and the memory still kadıköy escort thrills me from time to time, when I’m feeling at my most submissive. I was glad when he went into the bathroom and Hansi reappeared. They had a brief conversation about me going back into the city. I had a quick shower and Hansi and I left.

As we sped along the country road he talked about football and we enjoyed knowing a bit about each other’s national team. It was romantic in a strange way and at one point he pulled over beneath some trees and kissed me and put a hand on my balls.

“You are a nice guy, Jeff,” he said with a smile. “We will have a good time tonight.”

It was still only 10 o’clock, and we had packed a lot of excitement into half an evening. We should be back in the hotel by 11.

“What do you want to do later?” he asked, as my hand slid into his shirt and played with the hair on his stomach. I grunted noncommittally.

“Come on,” he said. “You can tell me.”

“Okay,” I said. I didn’t know why I should have any reservations with a man who had already fucked me and traces of whose spunk were still in my bowels. “I want to lick your arse,” I said. “I want to spend a long time doing that.”

“I would love for you to lick my ass,” he said.

Back at the hotel room, without a word we undressed and Hansi knelt on the bed. His body was so beautiful with its sheen of reddish hair and his lovely balls hanging there like a dog.

“Lick my ass, Jeff,” he said quietly. “You wanted me to say it, didn’t you? Guys who love to do it like to hear the words.”

He was dead right. There is only one thing better than licking a nice man’s anus, and that is being asked to do it first. It’s something that someone like Klaus wouldn’t have understood. To him it would have been a command to do something humiliating. With Hansi it was an invitation to do the most intimate thing. Sure, there is an element of submission about it, but with the right guy I love to do it. I love the ritual, the aroma, the taste, the feeling, the whole experience. I like to discuss it in low voices in public. When a nice man whispers in my ear, across a table with people nearby, “I want you to lick my arse” I can barely stop myself from coming in my pants.

Here in this hotel room I was being presented with the rear end of a man with a beautiful body, a sexy, respectful, masculine man who was going to fuck me again later.

I got down behind him and put my face in the slot. I smelled this man’s bottom, I put my nose against his anus, I ran my tongue up and down his forbidden slit. At the same time I felt his balls, his wonderful hairy balls, and his sleek, fur-based cock. I licked Hansi’s arse lovingly and he moaned in ecstasy.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” I said.

“How?” he asked.

“Kneel on the bed and I kneel on the floor,” I said. Hansi got into position. He was like a fine animal, perfectly formed, powerful, potent, masculine. I knelt before him, took his cock in my mouth and sucked it tenderly, feeling his furry, semen-filled testicles, and I stroked him for a while, then handed over to him.

“Wank into my mouth,” I said, and I just kept my face there while he brought himself to the edge, then at the crucial moment he leaned forward and I took his member into my mouth and he launched his precious semen onto my tongue and down my throat.

It was the most wonderful night of my life. Hansi fucked me doggy-style and face to face, my body upside down and completely open to him. I licked his arse again three or four times and in the middle of the night he sucked me off – this near-stranger, this ordinary foreign man with the beautiful body and the seductive attitude sucked my cock until I came in his mouth.

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Hank’s was a hole-in-the-wall barber shop, squeezed in between two larger buildings. A large old-fashioned barber pole adorned the outside of the single-level, painted brick structure. According to the sign on the glass door, the business was open nine to five. I was just in time.

I pulled the door open and a buzzer chimed, alerting the proprietor that someone had entered the establishment; the cold wind and some flying snow heralded my arrival just as effectively. I saw the barber, presumably Hank, sigh when he looked up at a customer coming in ten minutes before closing time. He was busy giving an older gentleman a haircut.

“I’m Hank and I’ll be with you shortly,” the barber said, nodding to me. He offered a friendly smile. “Can you do me a favour and turn the sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed’?”

“Sure,” I replied, grateful that I had arrived in time to get my trim. I switched the hanging door sign, hung up my coat and hat before taking a seat in the waiting area.

I absorbed the atmosphere of the traditional men’s barber shop. The walls were cheap, simple panelling. Below the plate-glass front window, there was a display cabinet full of ancient tools of the barbering trade; there were all kinds of antique scissors, brushes, combs and razors. I didn’t examine them closely, but I took in some details from the rest of the place. Nostalgic big band music from the ’40s played softly over the speakers; I recognized a Glenn Miller piece. There were nudie magazines and back numbers of Popular Mechanics piled up on stands in the waiting area, emphasizing the masculinity of the clientele. A collection of framed prints showing pub signs of Olde England adorned the walls. There were also some sports banners and pennants. Intriguingly, there was a calendar on the wall, dated October, 2011, with a colourful picture of a forest in its autumn glory; the page seemed never to have been turned, and maybe it was fanciful of me to think time had stopped for Hank. Nobody would leave a calendar on their wall nearly ten years out of date for just no reason.

Hank had two barber chairs, of old-fashioned design. His work area was lined with mirrors, under which counters supported the tools of his trade: his electric clippers, brushes, combs, scissors and jars of barbicide.

Hank himself was probably in his fifties. He was stout of build, with fairly wide shoulders and big, hairy arms. He wore a traditional, white barber smock over black trousers and well-shined black shoes. He had finished cutting the older man’s hair and was now shaving his neck with skill and precision using a straight razor. The two men bantered about the city’s hockey team and whether the new coach was up to the challenge of bringing home a cup.

I wasn’t interested in sports at all, but I did like the occasional athlete to share my bed.

I had known I was gay since I was ten years old, when I had a crush on my best friend, Mike. When I was fifteen, I made a move on him and he rejected me. He freaked out and told everyone that I was a homo. In a way, being outed spared me the angst of coming out; everyone from then on just knew I was playing for the other team and most of the people who mattered in my life accepted me that way. I never concealed my sexuality thereafter. Mike and I made friends again when he apologized a few years later. I even got a chance to bone him eventually but, for some reason, he didn’t make that information public.

The old customer stood up and thanked the barber, walked over to the till and paid for his haircut. He put on his coat and hat and went out into the cold. Hank locked the door behind him and dropped the blinds. Somehow this added to my sense of being contained by the barber shop, like everything else that belonged to Hank.

“Come on down,” Hank said, imitating the game show voice. He pointed me to the other chair while he swept up the old man’s hair.

I took my seat and sunk into the comfort of the chair. Hank pumped the chair up and a few seconds later, he swooshed a bib over me and asked me how I’d like my hair cut.

My preferred hairstyle was pretty conservative. I normally kept my hair short with the top only a bit longer than the sides, but I had neglected my hair and let it grow for nearly six months; I was looking very shaggy. I described what I wanted and Hank started work on me. He sprayed my hair to comb it out and began taking the inches of extra hair off with scissors. I watched in the mirror for several minutes and it was like watching a sculptor free the shape from a stone.

Hank started a conversation, one of the familiar talents of a good stylist. He quickly sensed my disinterest in sports and moved to weather, and then local and federal politics before he turned the subject uydukent escort to me and my life. I didn’t mind talking about myself. I told him I was enrolled in the local university, and studying for my bachelor of arts degree.

“Lots of tail out there at the campus?” He asked me this in a confidential and conspiratorial voice and with a sly smile.

I grinned. “You could say that.”

“Do you like the boys or the girls?”

I was surprised by his insight. Sure, I was out, but I was not flamboyant. I didn’t “dress gay” or lisp like a stereotype. I didn’t have particularly good fashion sense. Most people didn’t know I was gay until they got to know me a little, and usually they were surprised.

Anyway, I was out and proud, so I freely confessed I was gay.

“Ah, I thought maybe so,” Hank said, not put off, but rather well-pleased at his judgement. “You move with an elegance rare in a straight guy.”

I took that for a compliment. I told Dad all those dancing lessons were not for nothing.

As Hank moved around me, and the hair gathered in clumps and piles on the bib and the floor beneath us, I started to notice something odd.

Hank’s crotch was positively bulging in the black trousers.

Well, well, what’s this? I thought to myself. I was twenty, single and always game for anything. I began examining my barber’s image in the mirror with heightened interest. He was handsome after a fashion, though he could do without that thin moustache. His hair was salt-and-pepper black and he had blue eyes. He seemed to be going out of the way to keep his crotch in my eyeline, and my eyes were definitely open. I had my hands on the arms of the chair and Hank’s package grazed the knuckles of both my hands several times as he circled my chair like a hunter stalked prey.

“How about you?” I asked, tentatively guessing Hank was gay or at least bi. “You meet a lot of guys here, after all.”

He trimmed around my ear and whispered into it. “Only a few really matter.”

I was intrigued and whispered back. “What do you do with them?”

By now he was shaping my hair at the back. He spoke plainly now in his full voice.

“Well, I take them in the back and I fuck them.”

My cock was at attention now too. Meaningless sex with strangers was a turn-on for me.

“Do they get a choice in the matter?” I asked with mock wariness. I wasn’t scared at all. I was turned on by the idea of getting screwed by my new barber.

“Sure they do, but nobody I asked ever turned me down.” He placed a hot, slightly wet towel around my neck, preparing it for the coming shave.

“It must be that everyman manner of yours,” I said. “I was taken in right away. You and the other fellow talked like two old friends. Your conversation weaves spells of confidence.”

This compliment on his charm was blushingly received.

After removing the towel, Hank lathered up the back of my neck to shave it clean. It occurred to me that I was alone in a locked shop with a man propositioning me while (coincidentally?) holding a straight razor at my neck. Shades of Sweeney Todd. Was this his real charm, the real reason he was never turned down? Hank scraped the blade down the back of my neck. I watched in the mirror as he wiped the residue on a towel. I scanned his features for any malice or tension and found none. Hank continued to scrape the back of my neck, slowly and sensually. I dismissed my fear as nerves and carried on flirting with the older man.

“Is this how you seduce all your lovers?” I asked.

The experience of having my neck shaved was over all too soon. It was a nearly erotic sensation in itself.

“No. Most of them come here looking for it. You’d be surprised how many men find themselves turned on by having a man stand within their personal space, touching them lightly.”

“Really?”

To demonstrate, Hank gently ran his fingers through my hair. He lightly caressed my scalp as I closed my eyes and leaned back. Hank was right; this was intimate and it was a turn-on. He leaned over and whispered in my ear again.

“I feel like you and I could have some chemistry. You look like someone who would fuck with a purpose.”

Now it was my turn to blush.

Hank opened the bib at the back and whipped it off of me, throwing it on the floor and sending hair all over. The bump in the crotch of my pants was obvious to us both. I stood up to face the barber eye-to-eye; we were practically the same height. Without hesitation, I leaned in and kissed him. In an instant, we were locked in a passionate embrace, sucking out each other’s tonsils and letting our hands roam over backs and shoulders. We carried on for a minute or two until Hank broke zeytinburnu escort the kiss and gestured for me to follow him into the back of the shop.

Fuck, yes, I thought. All of my past lovers had been around my age. My barber was going to be my first ‘daddy’ and that was the fulfillment of a fantasy.

We passed a little ’employees only’ washroom on our way to the back office and store room. In one corner of the room stood a twin-size bed with dingy covers. It was a little small, but we would make it work. Hank spread a large towel over the bed covers, presumably to protect the fabric beneath against the risk of semen stains. Then, we sat on the edge of the bed and continued sucking face, gradually letting our hands explore each other.

After five minutes, Hank needed more. He stood and raised me up. Then, he pulled my sweater and t-shirt up over my head while I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. I reached down and pulled off my socks and while I was down there, Hank was busy unbuttoning his smock. He threw it aside and by the time his pants, socks and underwear followed, there was a pile of clothing there.

I, too, was completely naked and feeling a little inadequate as I stared at Hank’s impressive eight-inch rod.

“Wow. Now I know what it means when they say ‘barber pole’.”

Hank grinned. In the buff, Hank looked powerful, with just a bit of a belly. His chest was one of the hairiest I ever saw. His legs were muscular, perhaps from standing all day as he worked. His arms looked powerful. His cock began to swell under my inspection.

We resumed our embrace, our wet, pointed erections rubbing against each other. The sensations sent a shiver of delight down my spine. We explored each other freely—the barber had taken particular interest in fondling my ass cheeks—until Hank put his hands on my shoulders and pressed me gently down to my knees. His swollen member twitched invitingly and I grabbed it by the root to steady it while I absorbed the glans into my mouth. The salty emission at the tip of his penis added lubricant to my saliva, and I took as much of him into me as I could, probably four inches or so. I never quite got the knack of deep-throating; my gag reflex was too strong and I was suppressing it with difficulty. I compensated for my mouth’s shortcomings by using a hand to massage the half of his cock I couldn’t reach with my oral efforts.

Hank wasn’t complaining. Not only was his cock streaming a copious supply of pre-cum, but he was groaning like his dick hadn’t been touched in a long time. Somehow, given how forward he was with me, I doubted that it could have been that long since his last conquest.

“I want to nut in your ass,” Hank said, producing a condom and lube, pulled out from under the bed’s single pillow. The cad was certainly well-prepared and more than confident. Anyway, I was fine with him coming up my ass as long as he wore a rubber.

I got on the bed and knelt face down in the pillow, with my ass raised for easy penetration. I heard him snap the condom on. He lubed his shaft and then he packed the gel up my arse. I hadn’t had a cock in me in a while and it had been even longer since I’d had one this big, so I was looking forward to this.

There was the familiar pain as my anal sphincter resisted entry, but then my ass popped and yielded to the sizeable tube of flesh. He fell into me slowly, enjoying my tightness, while I felt the peculiar satisfaction and pleasurable sensations of being filled from the back end. Finally, he was all the way in and I felt like I would be split in two. His pubic hair brushed against my butt cheeks as he sunk his cock up to the hilt inside me.

“Ooooohhhh,” I groaned with satisfaction.

Hank began to ease back and forth ever so slowly. I enjoyed the warm friction as his hot cock mixed with my bowels. He slowly built to greater speed and my dick was swinging to and fro between my legs, which was pretty stimulating in itself. The barber’s hands were on my shoulders, squeezing and kneading the muscles adjoining my neck. Every once in a while, he treated me to a reach-around and jerked my cock gently, but he couldn’t easily do that, keep his balance on the springy mattress and maintain his pace at fucking, so, at my urging, he just concentrated on pounding my ass.

The bed squeaked and creaked under the punishment we gave it; the mattress complained and the headboard banged against the back wall of the shop.

Hank was good; I might have expected a man his age to be a capable lover, but I was surprised at his energy level and his stamina. He was able to fuck me like a young stud, but with the staying power of a mature man.

“Christ, you’re tight,” Hank said.

That şişli escort was no accident. I routinely exercised the muscles in my sphincter with precisely the purpose of giving my lovers pleasure. Very few fucked my tight ass and lasted more than five minutes. Hank was already well past that.

As he heaved himself at my ass, I pushed back in time, maximizing his depth of penetration. His thrusts became faster and more urgent and his breathing was laboured. I didn’t need for Hank to tell me when he ejaculated; he gave a long groan and I could feel him surging and pulsing inside me as he filled the condom with his cum.

He collapsed in a heap on my back and for a moment he was still with his head on my shoulder. I could smell his cologne. Then he felt me squirming under him, trying to trigger my own orgasm by rubbing myself out against the towel beneath me. He lifted himself off of me and rose to his feet. He slapped my arse lightly and told me to turn over. I obeyed. Hank pulled me by the legs, until my ass was on the edge of the bed.

“Throw me the pillow,” Hank said.

I obeyed again. He threw the pillow on the floor in front of him and knelt between my hanging legs; I relaxed slightly when he told me it was okay if I wanted to rest them on his shoulders. When he took my cock in his mouth, I moaned instantly. This stimulation was an indescribable improvement over what I felt when I had been rubbing myself against that towel. The first thing I really noticed about Hank’s blowjob technique was that a lot of it relied on the strength of his well-trained tongue; it spiraled around the tip of my deck, massaging it.

I raised my head to watch Hank at his work; there’s nothing much more erotic than watching someone give you head. As his mouth slid down over the full length of my shaft, I felt a shiver of pleasure flutter up my spine. His eyes were open and he looked back at me as he pumped his neck and bobbed his head up and down over my cock. He applied a comfortable amount of suction, creating a vacuum in his mouth which collapsed his cheeks inward; the inside of his mouth was as tight as any asshole I’d ever been in.

Having been well-fucked just a few minutes previously, I was in a high state of excitement as Hank blew me. I knew I would not last long under this oral onslaught.

“I want you to come in my mouth, kid,” Hank said, removing his mouth from my cock for just a moment. He quickly resumed his cocksucking rhythm on me and renewed his assault against my endurance with that tongue of his. I could feel him tracing a spiral around the head of my penis every time I entered him; he treated the underside of my cock to a vibrating tongue massage.

That did it. I almost immediately felt my testicles rise; the molten semen began to surge toward my cock. I held it back with all my might, trying desperately to extend this experience, but all I could do was delay my ejaculation. When my strength failed, I cried out.

“I’m coming!”

Hank redoubled his efforts and the hot jizz burst out of my cock, filling his mouth in a dozen spurts. My back curled, my stomach muscles tightened and the room grew faint and dark around me as I was overcome with wave after wave of orgasm. My well-used asshole undulated in time with the spasms in my cock.

Eventually, the moment passed and we both lay side-by-side on the bed. I cuddled into him and he didn’t seem to mind. We stayed like that for an hour, dozing, until the barber spoke.

“My wife will be waiting with my supper,” Hank said.

So, he was married and bisexual. Usually, that demographic could be relied upon for discretion in matters of their adultery. Not that I cared; I was free to fuck who I liked. I could understand his concern that openly gay university students were likelier to chatter about their conquests than cheating bisexual males, so I promised I wouldn’t say or do anything to expose him. Hank seemed satisfied that I was not to be doubted.

By that time, we were both dressed, so, after we both used the washroom, we walked out into the shop.

“Uh, what do I owe you for the haircut?”

Hank grinned.

“Nothing. You come back, say every three or four weeks or so, and you can have free haircuts—with a little special treatment in the back—for life. Just make sure you come in at the same time of day, just before closing time.”

I agreed.

I kissed Hank deeply as I wondered how many people were getting free haircuts from Hank. It didn’t matter; I wasn’t looking to get emotionally involved with an older man anyway. But I would not soon get tired of his dick in my ass. He could be my daddy on the side.

Then I put my coat and hat on and went out into the cold, winter night. The weather couldn’t touch the warmth I was carrying inside of me. The shop light went dark behind me. I walked a little awkwardly as my arse tingled and ached pleasantly from my encounter.

I grinned at the thought of my barber shop experience and decided I might need another haircut before three weeks passed…

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Warnung: Diese Geschichte ist eine reine Wichs-Geschichte, fürs schnelle Dampfablassen zwischendurch. Keine großarige Handlung, kurz und hoffentlich geil zu lesen.

Der erste Teil einiger kurzer Sexgeschichten, die im selben Haus spielen und sich später (vielleicht) überschneiden.

Die geilste Mama der Welt

Es gibt Tage, da finde ich es echt geil ein Einzelkind zu sein. Und die gibt es in letzter Zeit nur noch. Denn ich muss die geile Fotze, mit der ich zusammenlebe mit niemandem teilen.

Doch erstmal möchte ich schildern wie es dazu kam.

Nach einem harten Arbeitstag kam ich Freitagabend nach Hause. Nachdem ich in die großräumige Wohnung hineinrief … keine Antwort. Seltsam, dachte ich. Mama ist doch Abends quasi immer daheim.

Aber nach dem Tag war mir fast alles egal. Ich wollte nur unter die Dusche und mir dann ordentlich einen abwichsen.

Also kurz unters erfrischend kühle Wasser, alles abreiben, abtrocknen und halbnackt auf mein Zimmer. Dort machte ich es mir auf dem Bett gemütlich und schaute so im Netz, was es denn auf meiner Lieblingspornoseite so für geile Filmchen gab.

Schon vorweg streifte ich meine Unterhose ab und wichste mir mit der einen Hand den Prügel steif, während die andere noch mit der Fernbedienung suchte.

Schnell fand ich einen richtig geilen Streifen, der genau nach meinem Geschmack war: Kurz, direkt zur Sache und schön versaut. Eine richtig knackige Enddreißigerin mit offensichtlich gemachten Brüsten wurde von zwei jungen Kerlen richtig gefickt. Erst Doggy, wobei sich der zweite erst um ihr Titten kümmerte und sie dann in den Rachen fickte. Dann wechselten sie zur Sandwich-Stellung und kamen schließlich auf ihren Arsch und auf ihre großen OP-Titten.

Das war zu viel. Mit einem Grunzen schoss ich meine Sahne über meinen ganzen Bauch.

Ein Räuspern von der Tür ließ mich erstarren.

Ich drehte wie in Zeitlupe den Kopf in die Richtung und wusste, dass es meine Mutter sein musste, die mich gerade beim wichsen erwischt hatte.

Und ja, ich lag richtig. Aber womit ich nie gerechnet hatte war, wie sie mich erwischte. Also genauer: Was sie anhatte.

Meine Mama trug nur einen schwarzen Spitzen-BH und einen dazu passenden Slip. Sie zeigte viel Haut von ihrem geilen, knackigen Körper. Die drei Tage Fitnessstudio die Woche zahlten sich offenbar aus, denn so eine geile 38-Jährige sah man selten, außer in Pornofilmen. Ihre D-Körbchen Titten wurden von dem BH super in Szene gesetzt, dabei war das nicht mal ein Push-Up.

Sie fuhr sich mit der Hand durch die gelockten, blonden Haare. „Na sieh mal einer an”, schnurrte sie verführerisch. „Da hatte wohl jemand ganz schön Druck drauf.”

Sie kicherte verspielt und deutete schulmädchenhaft mit dem Finger in meine Richtung. „Beziehungsweise ‘hat’ noch Druck.”

Erst jetzt löste ich meinen Blick von ihrem herrlichen Anblick. Mein Schwanz stand immer noch (oder wieder?) stahlhart von meinem Körper ab.

Ich versuchte ihn mit den Händen zu verdecken, da griff eine Hand nach meinem Arm. „Aber, aber. Einen so schönen Schwanz sollte man nicht verstecken.” Meine Mama legte sich neben mir aufs Bett, sodass ihr Körper meinen Berühre. „Im Gegenteil. So einen Schwanz sollte Ankara escort man teilen. Und da außer mir gerade keiner zum Teilen da ist …” Sie schmunzelte und gab mir einen Schmatzer auf die Wange.

Mit ihrer rechten Hand streichelte sie an meinem Bauch entlang, umrundete mein ausgefahrenes Rohr und legte ihre zarten Finger auf meinen Eiern ab. „Na, die fühlen sich aber echt prall an. Wie oft spritzt du so am Tag?”

Ich lief rot an. Die Situation war zwar höllisch geil, aber meiner Mutter einfach sagen wie oft ich mich am Tag erleichterte? Das war seltsam.

„So drei- … viermal.”

„Och Schätzchen, das muss dir echt nicht peinlich sein. Meine Dildosammlung verwende ich auch jeden Tag … mehrmals.” Sie zwinkerte mir zu. Ihre Hand fing langsam an meine Eier zu kneten.

Ich sah sie verdattert an. „Aber du hast doch Gert.” Das war ihr ‘Freund’ oder wie ich es eher nannte: Fickkumpel. Der kam zweimal die Woche zu uns, aß mit uns Abendbrot, begleitete Mama ins Schlafzimmer und war am nächsten Tag weg.

„Ja, mein Kleiner”, sagte sie und kam mit ihren Lippen immer näher an mein Gesicht. „Aber der hat auch nicht immer Zeit. Und wenn ich gewusst hätte, dass so ein geiler, stattlich gebauter Mann direkt neben mir lebt.”

Sie gab mir einen kurzen Kuss auf die Lippen. Dabei fing ihre Hand langsam an meinen Schaft rauf und runter zu wichsen.

„Du hast immer so desinteressiert an allem Sexuellen gewirkt. Wenn du mir gesagt hättest, dass du dauernd Spitz wie Lumpi bist, dann wäre das hier schon viel früher passiert.”

Ich schluckte. „Echt?”

Mama nickte. Und wie zur Bestätigung küsste sie mich erneut. Diesmal mit Zunge.

Ihre Lippen fühlten sich schon wundervoll weich an, aber sie wirklich schmecken zu können … Unbeschreiblich.

Langsam erwachte mein erstarrter Körper. Ich fing vorsichtig an ihre zarte Haut am Rücken und Bauch zu streicheln.

Aber das war gar nichts zu dem Tempo, das Mama im Kopf hatte. Sie löste ihren Kuss, drehte sich etwas und begann an meiner Eichel zu lecken. Ihre samtige Zunge umkreiste das Löchlein und wanderte kreisend den Schaft hinab.

Dann nahm sie plötzlich meinen Schwanz in den Mund. Mit einem mal steckte ich zur Hälfte im Mund meiner Mama.

Ich hatte schon mit drei Frauen Sex, zwei Freundinnen und einer Barbekanntschaft. Jede von ihnen hat mir einen geblasen. Aber das, was meine eigene Mama da mit mir machte, das war besser als die anderen drei zusammen.

„Oh Mama”, keuchte ich. Mehr brachte ich nicht hervor. Ich vergrub meine Hand in ihre goldigen Locken und streichelte sie hinterm Ohr.

Mama ließ sich nicht beirren und nahm Zentimeter um Zentimeter mehr von meinem Schwanz in sich auf. Die ganze Zeit über leckte ihre Zunge meisterhaft um meine Eichel, drang unter den Rand der Krone, spielte dann mit dem Vorhautbändchen und rieb schließlich kräftig am Schaft.

Ich wusste nicht wie mir geschah.

Plötzlich fühlte ich eine bittere Kälte an meinem Pimmel. Mama hatte mich aus ihrem feuchtfröhlichen Mund entlassen und lehnte sich zu mir hoch. Unsere Zungen spielten als sie mich küsste. Derweil ließ sie meinen Schwanz nicht zu kurz kommen und rieb ihn wie ein Engelchen (oder eher Escort Ankara Teufelchen?) mit ihren delikaten Fingerspitzen.

Meine Hände blieben nicht untätig und walkten an ihren geilen, festen und doch weichen Titten herum.

Sie löste den Kuss und lächelte. „Da ist wohl aber geil auf Mamis Möpse. Soll ich mal schauen wie wohl sich dein Riemen zwischen ihnen fühlt?”

Mit Augen groß wie Teller nickte ich schnell.

Mama gab mir einen kurzen Kuss auf die Nasenspitze und rückte dann abwärts. Sie nahm meinen Schwanz einmal kurz in den Mund, feuchtete ihn richtig an.

Dann spuckte sie in ihre Hand und verteilte den Speichel großzügig zwischen ihren Eutern.

Das Gefühl der ersten Berührung zwischen meinem Schwanz und Mamas Titten werde ich nie vergessen. Sie waren so herrlich weich, zarter als jeder Samt. Und das beste: Es waren MAMAS TITTEN. Der psychische Rausch war stärker als alle Vernunft und obwohl ich noch nicht in Position war, begann ich wild zwischen die Möpse zu bocken.

„Oh”, keuchte Mama. „Da ist aber jemand ganz versessen auf einen schönen Tittenfick. Na, dann will ich mal nicht so sein.”

Sie brachte sich in Position über mir. Ich stieß von unten in ihren wunderbaren Tittenschlitz während sie sich rhythmisch dagegen bewegte. In dieser Harmonie geriet ich langsam in einen totalen Rauschzustand.

Ich keuchte immer schwerer. „Oh Gott!”

Mama hörte sofort auf sich zu bewegen. „Bist du kurz davor, mein Kleiner?” Dabei löste sie ihre Euter von mir und griff mir mit ihrer Hand zärtlich an die Wange.

„Ja! Warum hörst du auf?” Völlig verwirrt sah ich zu ihr runter.

Sie grinste. „Ich dachte du würdest mich vielleicht auch gern ficken wollen.

Wieder machte ich große Augen. „E-echt? Du würdest mich dich echt …?”

„Was heißt würde?” Sie küsste mich kurz und positionierte sich mit Lichtgeschwindigkeit über meiner Latte. Die zart rosa schimmernde Fotze von Mama schwebte nur Zentimeter über den harten Schwanz ihres Sohnes. „Bereit?”, fragte sie.

Ich brachte kein Wort heraus. Mit angehaltenem Atem sah ich zu wie Muschi und Pimmel immer näher rückte. Immer näher, bis …

Wir stöhnten zusammen, als sich ihre Fotze langsam um meinen Schwanz stülpte. Wie ferngesteuert griffen meine nach oben an ihre Euter und suchten verzweifelt halt, sonst hätte mich die Welle an Glücksgefühlen sicher weggeschwemmt.

„Mhhhhh”, stöhnte Mama und blickte mir in die Augen. Ich sah eine Mischung aus Neugier und Lust in ihrem Blick. „Ist das dein erstes Mal?”

Ich schüttelte den Kopf

Sie lächelte verschlagen, beugte sich vor und küsste mich wild. „Mit wem hattest du es denn?”

„Vera.”

„Oh ha.” Sie grinste noch breiter. „Die dralle kleine Rothaarige? Ja, die ist schon ein ordentliches Kaliber. Aber jetzt zeigt dir Mama mal, was eine richtige Frau so alles kann.”

Meine Mama setzte sich wieder gerade hin und fing an sich auf meinem Schwanz hoch und runter gleiten zu lassen. Das Tempo wurde immer höher. Irgendwann war aber Schluss und um noch schneller, fester und tiefer in sie einzudringen bockte ich kräftig nach oben.

Sie stöhnte und fasste sich mit einer Hand an das Euter, das ich nicht gerade Escort Bayan mit den Händen knetete.

Dann beugte sie sich vor und präsentierte mir ihre Titte. „Komm, lutsch an ihnen. Das macht mich immer ganz wuschig.”

So einen Wunsch konnte kein Mann abschlagen, schon gar nicht während dem Ficken und erst recht nicht bei einer Frau wie meiner Mama. Also beugte ich mich vor und nahm ihren schönen Nippel in den Mund.

Ich saugte während meine Zunge mit der Brustwarze spielte. Mama keuchte immer heftiger. Auch ich krallte meine Finger nicht mehr in ihre zweite Titte, sondern in ihren Hintern.

Es wurde alles zu viel. Totale Reizüberflutung. Ich hatte die Titte meiner Mama im Mund, fickte ihre Fotze und grapschte ihr völlig hemmungslos an den Knackarsch.

Mit einem traurigen Plopp ließ ich ihren Nippel los. „Ich bin gleich soweit”, keuchte ich.

Mama sah mir genau ins Gesicht. „Wo willst du dich erleichtern?”

Ich blickte sie kurz hilfesuchend an, nicht ganz begreifend, was ich für Optionen hatte.

Sie aber wusste genau, was ich mir wünschte. „Du möchtest mir alles auf die Titten spritzen, nicht? Ich weiß es doch. Komm, stell dich aufs Bett.”

Mit einem Mal wurde es um meinen Schwanz ganz kalt. Aber ich hatte keine Zeit Mamas Muschi zu vermissen. Ich konnte nur noch daran denken ihre großen Euter mit meiner Sahne zu verzieren.

Ich platzierte mich auf dem Bett. Vor mir kniete Mama. Mit einer Hand griff sie an mein Rohr und wichste kräftig, routiniert. Mit der anderen Hand hielt sie die Titten hoch und presste sie dabei zusammen. Ihre Möpse waren schon von Natur aus ein echter Hingucker, aber so übertrafen sie jeden Pornostar zu dem ich je gewichst hatte.

„Ist schon ok, mein Kleiner. Du musst dich nicht zurückhalten. Lass es raus. Wichs mir schön auf die Titten.”

Mit großem Druck schoss mein erster Strahl aus der Eichel. Er landete genau im Schlitz ihrer Titten. Die restlichen, die ich keuchend hervor presste ließ sie auf die schönen Hügel und ihre Nippel tropfen.

„So ist es gut. Jetzt geht’s dir besser, nicht?”

Ich nickte verlegen. „D-danke Mama.”

Sie grinste. In ihren Augen lag ein teuflisches Funkeln. „Aber nichts zu danken. Von nun an komm einfach zu mir, wenn der Druck mal wieder groß wird. Jederzeit.”

„Aber was ist mit Gert?”, fragte ich erstaunt. „Der wird das sicher nicht gut hießen. Vor allem, weil …”

„Pscht!” Sie ließ meinen Schwanz los und legte die leicht mit Sperma überzogenen Finger auf ihre Lippen. „Der ist unwichtig. Außerdem, wenn ich dir dabei helfen kann und noch dazu so geil gefickt werden, dann ist Gert sowieso überflüssig.”

Sie lutschte lasziv meine Wichse von ihrem Finger. Dann tauchte sie sie in die Soße auf ihren Brüsten und leckte weiter. „Von nun an gehöre ich dir. Und deinem Schwanz.”

Gemütlich zog sie sich wieder die Unterwäsche an. Dass sie immer noch Sperma auf den Brüsten hatte, die jetzt ihren BH vollsauten war ihr offenbar egal.

Ich legte mich auf mein Bett.

Ganz in ihrer Rolle kam Mama zum Kopfende des Bettes und küsste mich sanft auf die Stirn, dann auf die Lippen.

„Ruh dich schön aus, mein Kleiner. Morgen möchte ich deinen Schwanz in meinem engen Arsch spüren.”

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Shortly after arriving back at my house, exhausted from my ordeal, I receive a text from an unknown number –

Don’t forget, 8:00… I’ll be waiting – Accompanied by a picture

Looking back at me from my screen is the good doctor wearing nothing but stockings and a grin.

This is all it takes for the hours of frustrated lust to come pouring back into my body as I tear off my clothes, grab my favorite lube, and start stroking myself like a madman. I quickly race to the edge of a much-needed orgasm, my balls crying with need. I stroke harder and harder, faster and faster, twisting my palm as I rub over all my most sensitive spots, but find that I cannot get over the edge. I don’t know for how long I keep crashing into that impossible wall, not being able to go over it, but eventually I lie on my bed exhausted and fall asleep.

At about 6:00, I am awoken by an incoming text. No message this time, just a picture of Dr. O’Morgas from her supple lips to her creamy cleavage. I look at the clock and jump into the shower. If I hurried, I would just make it on time. I don’t know what is in store for me, but I am sure that it has to be better than driving myself crazy all night.

I arrive at her door a few minutes early, shaking with nervous energy and pent up desire. I ring the bell and wait.

Watching the door slowly open, I am greeted by nothing less than an erotic dream. Before me stood my sexy doctor in a translucent robe, her luscious body and sexy lingerie like a ghost through the fabric.

I had no words.

She smirks at her effect on me and takes me in by the arm, drawing herself close to me as I walk through the door. Her perfume was already making my head spin as I stumble to say, “Wow, doc…um… you look amazing,” my voice catching in my throat.

“That’s sweet of you to say,” she seems to purr in response as she drags a single fingernail down the side of my neck. “Let’s take a look at you…”

“You know,” she says, as she slowly starts to unbutton my shirt, “I haven’t seen many people as…. let’s say…responsive as you.”

My skin is already tingling as she opens my shirt, making sure to tease every bit of newly uncovered skin with her pointed fingernails.

She gives me a lusty smile as her eyes fall on my cock, clearly erecting in my pants.

“Mmmmm…. I just love a man who responds to my touch so well. It makes me want to see just how much you can take.”

My shirt fully off, she takes me by the hand and leads me to her bedroom.

I follow her like a lost puppy, my senses already overwhelmed, and I can think of nothing but her hand on my skin. The sway of her firm ass and the line of her thigh-high clad legs that tempt me through her robe have me transfixed as we make our way up the stairs.

As soon as we enter her well-decorated and dimly lit bedroom, she pulls me in for the hottest, longest kiss I have ever experienced. The kind of kiss that leaves you breathless after it is done and that has the hairs on the back of your neck standing. Our hands begin roaming each other’s bodies. I feel like I am on fire, the day’s build up taking its toll on my nervous system.

She pushes me onto my back on the bed and slowly removes her bra and panties. I can only stare as my heart pounds in my chest, my breathing still shallow from the kiss.

She crawls up the bed like liquid sex and presses her body against mine.

“Oh god, Honey, today had me so hot!” she starts to say, her fingers brushing against my skin, running up and down my body, occasionally drawing a little circle with her nail around a nipple. “I was just replaying in my mind all the wonderful things your poor cock experienced, and I had to touch myself… all afternoon… but here’s the thing, I didn’t let myself cum. Oh no… I wanted you to do that for me, so I just teased, and teased… and teased…”

Her sexy words and devilish fingers make me squirm as she continues.

“And now I am all turned on…” Looking deep into my eyes, her voice throaty and dripping with lust, she asks, “Think you can help me with that?”

My heart is pounding out of my chest as I nod. As quickly as I can nod in agreement, she is straddling my face, her knees by my ears and her glistening swollen pussy above my mouth. I feel her feet over my shoulders, holding me in place and giving me a sense of helplessness that seems to increase my need.

She takes my hands and places them on her breasts as I lick her folds. My tongue finding the places and movements that bring the biggest gasps and the sexiest mewls from her. She keeps her hands on mine as they massage and caress her breasts. In no time, I can feel her body beginning to tremble above me.

I lick her to what appear to be two huge orgasms, her hands clutching mine on her breasts as her body convulses and explodes in pleasure. She leans down for a kiss and thanks me for the wonderful orgasms before sliding lower and pulling off my pants. My erection springs free, the tip already wet with a drop of precum.

“I want you to show me how I made you feel today” she purrs into my ear, “Show me what I made you want to do to me.”

I flip her onto her back and thrust into her. Her still dripping pussy taking my length, surrounding and squeezing me in its heavenly grip. Like a wild animal released from its cage I take her with overwhelming urgency and intensity. My own lust building and building as I feel her have orgasm after orgasm on me, her tightness clenching around me, squeezing and milking my cock. I feel myself approaching the edge over and over, each frustrated orgasm just increasing the passion of my movements. I roll her over and take her from behind, my thrusts feeling more and more desperate as I am unable to quench my building thirst for orgasm.

After several more orgasms rip through her, she rolls me onto my back and begins to ride me. Instead of my frenzied pace, she takes a slow and sensual approach. Her feet wrap over my thighs, so I am unable to thrust up into her with the speed I want; I am moaning and writhing beneath her and my hands reach for her hips over and over to speed the pace.

Eventually, she takes my hands and holds them over my head, continuing to slowly glide up and down on my begging cock. This new, helpless position has me whimpering and she seems to feed off of my helplessness, kissing my neck and licking my ear. Her moans in my ear only fuel my helpless desire and she again cums on me, finally collapsing on my chest.

It takes me a few minutes to realize that she has stopped moving, but my cock is still pulsing inside her, sending additional shockwaves of pleasure through her fully sated body and eliciting a satisfied moan.

As I start to calm, I go to put my arms around her and discover that they are stuck… Distracted by the sensual torment, I somehow missed her placing them in cuffs that were at the ready, trapping me on her bed…

She can see the panic set into my eyes as I realize that more erotic torments await me.

“Oh god, professor…. Please let me up… I don’t think I can take much more after today.”

She smiles at me as she drags her fingers down my torso.

“Well, that is why you are tied, Honey. Besides, I am sure you are tougher than you think…”

I groan in response and tug at my restraints.

“Oh, Sweetie” she smiles, “those have held men much stronger than you. You aren’t going anywhere until I am done with you. You see, there is little that I love more than exciting a man, finding all the things that get him worked up, and using that knowledge to turn him into a squirming, begging ball of lust. And now that I am quite satisfied, I can give you alllll of my attention.”

Her body slides down the bed, her legs wrapping around one of mine until she is face to face with my still throbbing erection. Looking me deep in the eyes, she drags her tongue up my length, flicks my frenulum a few times, causing me to gasp, and then slowly draws her tongue down to my base again.

“You know…” she starts, as she continues slow licks up and down my shaft, “I just love giving head…” her tongue makes another slow slide bottom to top, “…but usually, the poor saps I blow end up ruining my fun by shooting their load too soon. Lucky for me you won’t have that problem. I can just lick…” she swipes across my head with her tongue, “and suck…” she takes me deep into her mouth, “and tease the fuck out of this cock until I have had my fill…”

“Ohhhhhh… please…” I half gasp and half moan as she demonstrates her oral prowess, using her tongue, lips, mouth, and throat to totally redefine blowjobs for me. She is causing me to experience sensations that I can only describe as other-worldly, and under normal circumstances would have me bursting in seconds flat, but instead, I can only writhe and moan as she explores my cock. She can read my reactions like a psychic and seems to find the motions and touches that shoot unprecedented levels of arousal through my body. When she discovers any area of weakness, she attacks it relentlessly, making me moan and truly test the bonds that hold me in place.

After about 20 minutes of being held in this space between heaven and hell (though it feels like hours), she climbs up my body, letting me feel her nipples tease across my chest. I can barely string two thoughts together, and a slow stream of “Oh god” and “please” is coming from my mouth.

“Oh… so needy…” she comments before nibbling my earlobe and giving a moan in my ear that causes my hips to thrust up, searching for solace. “And we are just getting started. I have so many more fun things for us to try.”

I can barely register what she is saying or what is happening to me as she lifts my legs and attaches my feet to two cuffs above my shoulders. The new position leaves me totally exposed to her and she begins running her sharp nails down the backs of my thighs… areas that are so rarely caressed that the sensation sits on the line between teasing and outright tickling. I find that with my body bound as it is, all I can do is wave my ass in the air in response to her teasing. Her teasing fingers explore my thighs, my ass cheeks (noticing a particularly strong reaction when her fingers graze the crease between the two), the skin behind my balls, and the bottoms of my feet, which makes me whimper and makes my cock visibly swell and twitch. My wiggling becomes more and more erratic.

She sits back, apparently unhappy with my mobility. “Hmmmm… this won’t do at all” she comments before grabbing a wedge-shaped pillow and shoving it under my back. The pillow attaches to straps on the side of the bed, and then she attaches my hips to it with a velvet rope.

“Let’s see how that works” and she starts to tease her fingers over the sensitive crease between my ass and legs. I try to squirm away, but the pillow and straps make it almost impossible to move.

“Mmmmm…. Much better. How are you doing down there?” she asks, as she reaches between my legs and runs a finger down my dripping cock.

“Ohhhh… please….. you have to make me cum… please… “

“Oh, Honey, please do…. I know that mean old lotion I was using earlier stops you, but I would love it if you came! Just shoot that hot white load that you have been building up, making it spurt everywhere, it would feel just soooooo amazing! Just imagine your cock pulsing and clenching, the tingles running down your spine as you finally release jet after jet of hot cum, mmmmm”

I can only moan as she paints a mental picture of the orgasm I am dying to have.

“You know what? Let’s see just how well that nasty lotion works. I bet if I get you really really turned on, you can do it…” her hand closes around my shaft and she starts rubbing with slow even strokes. The strange angle that she has put me in causes her strokes to feel different and more intense, and my toes start curling in response.

“Oh please… ” I say over and over as she strokes up and down with twisting firm strokes.

I feel the familiar tingle of what would normally warn of an impending mind-melting orgasm.

Just as I am about to slam into the edge again, she stops and says, “If we really want to get you hot enough for you to overpower the lotion, my hands, mouth, and pussy aren’t going to be enough… I mean you have had plenty of those so far, and no cummies yet…”

With that, she hops off the bed, pulls a box out of the closet, and places it on the bed out of my line of vision.

“Let’s really have some fun now…”

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Aaron was trying his best not to stare too blatantly out the window of Kristina’s big black Hummer as she drove them all to the park. It was a brilliantly sunny day, and the air was fresh and crisp, smelling delicious in Aaron’s nostrils as he breathed it in through the open windows. Of course, being situated in between the huge thighs of both Courtney and Cassie, he didn’t get the full blast of the wind to his face — this was just as well, because the way the wind was blowing through Cassie’s long, blond hair, and Courtney’s luscious brown curls, it made them look even more like goddesses than they already did. Sandwiched in between them, he had plenty to gawk at, not the least of which was the astounding size comparisons between his body and theirs.

‘God…and I thought they were huge before!’ he said to himself. Their thighs were so big that Aaron was positive that both Cassie’s and Courtney’s were thicker than his torso, and compared to the skinny little legs of his 4’10 frame…well, it was utterly laughable. He looked like an absolute child compared to them. And it wasn’t just his legs — both Cassie and Courtney had deliberately situated their arms so that they lined up perfectly with Aaron’s, allowing him to constantly compare himself to them. Courtney’s arms and legs were a little bit longer than Cassie’s, but hers were a little thicker. Needless to say, Aaron’s arms looked incredibly small and weak compared to theirs, and it didn’t help that Cassie was wearing a beautiful silver bracelet on her left wrist, which allowed Aaron still more size musings. Whenever Cassie lifted her arm in the air, the bracelet didn’t even move down her arm — that’s how snugly it fit her wrist.

‘But if I tried to wear it,’ Aaron thought, ‘It would slide all the way down my arm, past my elbow…and probably wouldn’t even stop until it got to my shoulder.’

Such size comparison thoughts were driving Aaron wild with desire, even as he had trained himself, over the last couple of weeks, to try and contain his arousal. It was impossible not to be constantly hard around these three, but whenever his heart rate and breathing started increasing, it was like the girls had a special mechanism for detecting his erotic perturbations. It was like sharks smelling blood in the water. And, inevitably, once they knew he was particularly turned-on, the girls would go in for the kill, not stopping until Aaron was milked dry. And when they wanted to milk him, they really milked him, to the point where he would often lose consciousness from the sheer, overwhelming power of their collective determination.

Aaron had quickly learned that life was far more manageable when he wasn’t stuck in an endless cycle of cumming and passing out, and so he had tried to train himself to keep it all under control. Of course, aside from the obvious power of his secret diary, any “control” he had was a ruse, and Aaron knew it — when he was around Kristina, Cassie, and Courtney, they were the ones in charge. And how could they not be? At 7’9, 8’1, and 8’4, respectively, they dominated him in every way.

Generally, Aaron would have been trying to stare out the window to distract himself from getting too aroused by the thick, delicious curves sandwiched up next to him, but today was different. Today, he was actually doing the opposite — trying to focus on the girls’ incredible bodies to distract himself from what he was seeing outside. Aaron was still a little paranoid about giving away his most precious secret — the diary — and the night before, he had broken down and wished all women in the city to be 3 inches taller. He had already led up to this dramatic wish by making them all 1 inch taller, and the results hadn’t been too noticeable. But wishing them an additional 3 inches taller? Aaron figured that the results would be plain to see, and they absolutely were. Almost as soon as Kristina had turned onto a main suburban road and gunned her big engine toward the park, Aaron had spotted a young couple, around his age, walking their dog. He had seen this couple before, and the man had been slightly taller than the woman…maybe around 5’10. Now, though, he looked quite obviously shorter than her, and what’s more, she was sporting a pair of heels that made her tower over him even more. The top of his head didn’t even reach her mouth now! And perhaps even more incredibly, they were just strolling along like everything was normal. Per usual with the diary, no one who had been altered was aware of the alteration. Once again, it had worked!

And that was just the first couple Aaron saw — in the next few minutes, every woman they passed by on the sidewalk looked quite tall, and some of them dramatically so. In only one or two couples was the man still taller, and even then, it wasn’t by much. In several couples, like that first one, the woman was dramatically taller. And what’s more, Aaron saw that many of the women were rocking all kinds of trendy heels. What was going on!? He hadn’t specifically wished bursa escort bayan for all the women in the city to embrace their height more — was buying new heels just a natural response to being taller, perhaps? Aaron didn’t know, but there was no denying it: already, it appeared like the women in the city had tossed away any lingering stigma that existed in their minds that being tall was unattractive.

‘And it was all because…because of that one wish I made,’ Aaron thought, nearly overcome with an all-encompassing, aroused joy that almost made him dizzy. ‘It’s actually happening now…my dreams are coming true…’

He was so taken with his excitement that he had to make a conscious effort not to stare out of the window too obviously. He was afraid that the girls would pick up on something and start asking questions. But of course that meant staring at Cassie and Courtney, both of whom were tenderly snuggling up to him, playfully competing for his attention. Cassie had slid her huge hand around his thigh, easily spanning more than halfway around it, and she was gently squeezing it, testing it for size. For her part, Courtney had threaded her big arm around Aaron’s back, its weight forcing him to lean forward, as she pulled him in to her, jostling his face up against the firm, plush softness of her massive breast. Aaron could see her hard nipple protruding out through her lavender silk top.

‘Her nipple alone has to be like…an inch long,’ he thought, the helpless arousal bleeding down through his body to his toes, ‘Or more…’

“Our little man seems a little nervous today!” trilled Cassie sexily, squeezing his thigh a little harder, making him jump and yelp out. “Hahaha, ohhhhh and a little jumpy too! What gives, sweet boy?”

“Maybe it’s Kristina’s driving,” opined Courtney, as she cast a humorous glance up toward the driver’s seat. Even though Kristina drove a gigantic Hummer, her massive frame was still cramped into the seat, making it look pitifully small. Aaron couldn’t help but swallow as he realized that Kristina’s huge ass was squished so tightly up against the center console that it was actually spilling over on top of it…and it spilled over even more when she whipped around and cast a cross glance behind at Courntey.

“That’s a hell of a way to speak to your navigator!” Kristina exclaimed, feigning irritation, as she turned her eyes forward, back to the road. “Maybe next time YOU volunteer to drive, huh? And then I’ll get some quality Aaron-time with Cassie in the back seat, instead of having my fat ass parked all the way up here, putting up with all your shit-talking!”

“She knows her car is the only one we’ll all fit in,” chuckled Courtney down to Aaron, shaking her head. “If we were all your size, there wouldn’t be a problem, now, would there? We tried to fit into Cassie’s cute little PT Cruiser, but…haha, well, we already told you how that went.”

Aaron swallowed and nodded. An image popped into his mind again of the three girls grimacing as they were forced to pry their huge asses and thick hips out of Cassie’s small car. He had to smile a little to himself, even as he felt another heat wave of arousal passing through him. They were so big now that ordinary spaces were beginning to be inaccessible.

‘Maybe I need to cool it with the wishes for a little bit,’ he thought to himself, as they passed by another young couple walking down the sidewalk, in which the woman looked to be a full head taller than the man. ‘Things are already perfect…aren’t they??’

“Psssh, haha, and it goes without saying,” laughed Cassie, inadvertently slapping Aaron’s thigh in her mirth, “That even though she moans and bitches about it, Kristina is the one who likes to be in the driver’s seat. Showing off your big man wheels and everything, hahaha — weaving through traffic, cutting people off…”

“Like, what’re they even gonna do about it?” Kristina grinned. “This is a Hummer, for godsakes! Good luck trying to run ME off the road!”

“Heh, like that guy tried to do the other day?” chuckled Cassie, who had now joined Courtney in feeling up Aaron’s thighs with her huge hand. She seemed intent on her conversation with Kristina, and Aaron was left to wonder whether the girls were beginning to subconsciously think of him as some kind of a stuffed animal, or a pet, who they could pet and tease and coo at and force to cum whenever they wanted to. He certainly felt like that, with Courtney and Cassie feeling him up like this, even as they laughed and joked with Kristina.

“Ha! Exactly!” burst out Kristina, making a sharp turn into the park, “Big man thought he could intimidate me by getting out of his car at that red light…and all I had to do was step out myself, and he got back in his car REAL quick. Haha, you should’ve seen how big his eyes got when he saw how much I towered over him!”

“Well he probably had never seen anyone as huge as you,” mused Cassie, “Since guys and girls are bursa escort sitesi usually about the same height — not us, though! Right, sweet boy?”

Cassie had playfully dug her long finger into Aaron’s side, tickling him and making him jump.

“R-Right!” he answered, nodding his head as he laughed. Privately, he marveled once again at the power of the diary — with that one wish the night before, of making all the women in the city 3 inches taller, he had completely changed everyone’s perception of what “normal” heights were for men and women…and all without any of them realizing it. It was just like he had always dreamt of: a world where it was normal for men and women to be the same size…or even, for women to be bigger. Already he could feel his resolve dissolving to “cool it” on the wishes.

“Alright, we’re here!” announced Kristina, shutting off her massive car. “God, it’s not even lunch time yet and I’m already starving!”

“Me too,” giggled Cassie, opening the door and sliding her huge ass up off the seat. As she did so, Aaron felt his entire body fall towards the space where her body had been before — that’s how tightly squeezed he was in between the two girls. As he fell towards the erotic gyrations of Cassie’s immense curves through her jean shorts, Aaron felt a warm, strong hand wrap lovingly around the entirety of his right shoulder and collarbone, preventing him from face-planting into the seat.

“Heh heh, easy there, tiger,” came Courtney’s chuckling, velvety voice from far above, “Here, come out with me.” Aaron felt the sensuous heat of her huge hand spilling over his back as she guided him out the other side of the car, and then going down to thread itself in between his legs as she made a “seat” out of her forearm, crouching low to guide his feet down, down to the ground. Even crouched low like this, Courtney was still a good 6 inches taller than him, and Aaron felt his breath catch as he looked slightly up into her deep, loving, brown eyes, which glinted with subtle mischief as she gave his balls a little squeeze once his feet had touched down.

“Yiiiip!” Aaron squealed, nearly cumming in his pants right then and there.

“Mmmmm, soooo cute!” hummed Courtney, winking at him as she rose up to her full height, usurping the entire extent of his vision. He had been blinking into her nose an instant before, but now he was gawking at the bulge of her pubic mound, pressing hard into the confines of her jean shorts. He had to avert his eyes upward to see her belt buckle.

“Hey, how about giving us a hand, you two?” Kristina asked, as she poked her head around the back end of the Hummer. She had a plethora of rolled-up yoga mats tucked under one arm, and in her other she was holding a tremendous picnic basket.

“Alright, sure,” Courtney replied, “What can we help with?”

“Well,” Cassie mused, coming around the back end of the car. An eclectic collection of huge hula hoops hung diagonally across her body, “As you can see, I’ve got all the hula hoops…”

“Yes, I can see that,” nodded Courtney humorously.

“There’s one more picnic basket,” Kristina continued, staring into the trunk, “And that’s it.”

“I’ll get it!” Aaron spoke up eagerly. He had a sudden urge to feel useful, if anything to distract himself from his own arousal, and from the inevitable erotic shock of seeing all the tall women walking around that he had created the previous night.

“Uh…heh, I mean, you can try, Aaron,” smiled Kristina, glancing up past him at Courtney, sharing a wry smile. “But I think it might be a little big for you. I packed it full for three big, hungry girls, so…”

“No, no, I…I can carry it,” Aaron maintained, and he hopped over to the trunk, standing next to the large pillar of Kristina’s bare thigh as he peered into the back of the car. He felt his heart sink when he saw the picnic basket. It might not have been quite as huge as the one Kristina was holding (with one hand), but it sure looked big.

“Having second thoughts?” Kristina teased him from far above. Aaron turned to address her and got a face-full of her lower abs, which he could make out under the firm, plush volume of her creamy white flesh poking out from underneath her tight turquoise t-shirt.

“I…n-no…no, I can, uh…here, look!” he stammered. Standing this close to Kristina, he couldn’t even see her face when he looked up since her huge breasts blocked his vision. He managed to tear himself away from gaping up at the underside of her breasts and back to the trunk. He reached out his arms, which looked pitifully small in comparison to the large picnic basket, and tried to pull it towards him. It budged a few inches, but that was it. Aaron couldn’t believe that it could be so heavy, and he tried harder. It scraped along the bottom of the trunk for an inch or two more, but already, Aaron could feel that his muscles were overmatched.

‘The freaking thing has to weigh over a hundred pounds!’ he thought incredulously. Feeling sheepish, he slowly turned and beheld the three girls grinning down at him. All three of them looked like they were having a great time watching him, in their own unique ways: Kristina was smiling open-mouthed and shaking her head, clearly mocking him; Cassie had her eyebrows raised, with the tip of her tongue sticking out in between her closed lips, looking like she was about to burst from the cuteness of the whole situation; and Courtney’s eyelids were closed halfway, blinking lusciously, as if she was patiently watching a child attempt something way over his head. Aaron was mesmerized by their size and beauty, but, as his failure to help was so obvious, he wasn’t able to avoid letting loose a dejected sigh. His own inadequacy was certainly a turn-on, but, paradoxically, that still didn’t stop him from wanting to at least feel a little bit useful.

“Here, sweetheart,” Courntey said gently, stepping forward and leaning over him, “It’s ok…lemme get that…”

An instant later she had effortlessly lifted the entire picnic basket up out of the trunk, over Aaron’s head, even pausing it playfully above him for a moment, twirling it around with her fingers to show him how easy it was for her.

Kristina slammed the trunk shut, and the three girls started walking towards their picnic spot. But Cassie lingered for a second, noticing the dejected look in Arron’s eyes.

“Aww, it’s ok baby,” she cooed down to him, “You don’t have to carry anything! Leave it up to the big girls, haha!”

Aaron sighed, smiling a little, as he shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t quite know what it was that had suddenly made him feel down. Maybe it was the remnants of his masculinity still calling out from within the far recesses of his mind, warning him against submitting entirely to this new world of his own making. Cassie tilted her head to the side a little, scrutinizing him. Her almond-shaped green eyes seemed to penetrate through him, like she was reading his mind. Perhaps Aaron only had this impression because of how big and tall she was. And yet…

“Haha, okay!” she laughed suddenly, “You can carry one of these!”

Smiling broadly, Cassie grabbed one of the eight hula hoops she had slung across her body and pulled it up over her head, presenting it to Aaron with a playful wink. He gladly accepted it, even as he felt overwhelmingly silly for the purported “help” he was actually giving. He was a bit surprised, too, when, after Cassie let go of the hula hoop, he felt its true weight, and was unable to keep it from clattering down on the pavement.

“Oh! Is…is it actually too heavy?” Cassie asked, a bit concerned.

“No! No, it…I can carry it fine,” Aaron replied, slinging it around his own shoulder. “I guess I just thought it was…uh…gonna be a little lighter, is all.”

“Haha well, these were the biggest ones I could buy,” chuckled Cassie, as the two of them joined Kristina and Courtney in walking towards the picnic spot. “I was gonna bring my old ones, only to realize that I couldn’t even fit my fat ass through them anymore! I hadn’t realized how much bigger I’ve gotten, I guess.”

“But what did that lady at the store mention?” asked Kristina, “About how a lot of the bigger items of pretty much everything were going out of stock? Bras, jeans, tops, shoes…and yeah, even things like hula hoops and…and what was that other thing that was so interesting?”

“Rings!” Cassie exclaimed, brandishing her own silver bracelet that flashed in the sunlight, “And jewelry!”

“Right,” nodded Kristina, “She was talking about how all these women were showing up and needing to get their rings and bracelets and stuff resized.”

“So strange!” Cassie laughed, “You would think that their husbands and boyfriends would know what size they were, wouldn’t you?”

“You would think, yeah,” agreed Kristina thoughtfully.

Aaron had been listening to this whole conversation with a certain degree of anxiety. He knew that, short of actually finding the diary, they could never trace anything back to him. Still, though, it made him nervous to hear them openly discussing the oddity of what was going on, from their perspective. In any case, his nerves were easily distracted by the heavy, luxurious fluctuations of their hips, with Cassie’s (in her 6-inch boots) and Courntey’s slightly above his eyes, and Kristina’s just about even with them. The hula hoop around his shoulder was so big that it was a little unwieldy, and it wasn’t lost on him how it spanned all the way down to his knees. Looking up to Cassie, he saw her sunnily walking along, with the hoops only reaching down to her waist.

“Aaaanyway, how about this spot?” Kristina asked. They had reached the top of a grassy hill, which sat comfortably under the shade of a large oak tree. The spot provided a perfect panorama view of the rest of the park.

“Nice!” Courtney said happily, “Usually this spot is taken by now.”

They settled down and spread out the picnic…or, more accurately, the girls did, while Aaron watched them with the oversized hula hoop slung around his body. In less than a minute, Courtney had laid out the picnic blanket, and Kristina had unpacked all the food.

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