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After beating me yet again, Tony grinned wide and gave me a hard time as he gathered my money. “Cold streak, Chris?”

I just rolled my eyes. The last four or five weeks had been miserable. I really was on a cold streak. I hadn’t won once but, honestly, that was the least of my concerns. I felt uncomfortable every time we got together for our weekly poker night. I didn’t know how to act or what to think. Mr. Harris was acting as if nothing had happened and I was trying to do the same. Normally I would be stealing glances at Mr. Harris, but for the last several weeks I had been avoiding all eye contact.

Tony kept cleaning house in the game, taking Dave’s money next and eventually winning his dad’s as well. As the night concluded, Tony walked me and Dave to the door and we said our farewells.

“See you in a couple weeks!” Tony reminded us. Next week’s game was off because Tony was out of town for a big company conference in California.

“Enjoy your conference!” I was happy for him as he was definitely excited about his first real business trip. “Later, Dave!” I nodded my head as we walked our separate ways to our cars and headed home.

A couple of days later, I saw an envelope on my doorstep. Intrigued, I picked it up and opened it as I stepped inside. It was an elegant card with an invitation to a “black tie” casino night. Near the bottom was an instruction to wear my finest attire, followed by an address. The Harris home. My heart took off like a gunshot as my mind raced. Tony was out of town, obviously, and I realized that meant his mother must be out of town as well! They worked for the same company so she must be going to the conference, too.

I instantly thought of what I could wear, suddenly feeling lots of pressure. The casino night was a couple days away and I was restless – my mind racing with ideas. I had a nice suit for interviews that my parents gave me at college graduation. I also had a really nice dress shirt that I had bought for a friend’s wedding. I didn’t want to spend a bunch of money, but I had a decent outfit coming together.

Finally the day came. I had tried to focus on other things otherwise time would crawl, but as I drove home from work I let my mind go. I imagined how the night would unfold, who was invited to attend, and Mr. Harris dressed up in his best attire. I grabbed a quick dinner and got dressed. I looked pretty sharp, but I was still worried I would be underdressed. My dark suit was still pretty new and fit my young, athletic frame. I had on my fancy dress shirt, a black belt and nice loafers that I had bought for the interview circuit. In anticipation of the night, I did buy a nice black silk tie and a white pocket square. I used some extra hair product to make sure my hair was well styled and tried to subtly apply some cologne.

I pulled up to the Harris home and tried to slow my heart rate, taking deep breaths. As I walked from the car to the door, I re-tucked my shirt and straightened my tie and finally knocked on the door.

After a moment, the door swung open to reveal Mr. Harris in a full tuxedo. I froze. I was stunned at how attractive he looked and I instantly started to get hard. His full frame was complimented by the tailored, black tuxedo with shining lapels. The adorable old man was wearing a smart, black bowtie, too. His white dress shirt was pleated in the front with classy black and gold buttons running from his neck to his pants. His look was finished with a gold pocket square to match his cufflinks and buttons. He looked so sharp in his tux and his hair, like my own, was more carefully styled to match. His eyes shone and his smile topped it all off as he welcomed me inside.

“You look nice,” he said as we stepped inside. I smiled and returned the compliment, but not to the extent that I truly felt. A bolder me would tell him that he looked more incredible than anyone I had ever seen.

I couldn’t tell what it was, but the home felt different. The lighting set a mood, but it was more than that. I took a seat at the poker table and he offered me a drink. Normally, we had beers but tonight was champagne in a nice glass. I was the only one there, but maybe I was just the first to arrive.

I sipped on my beverage and stared at Mr. Harris who took his own seat at the table, champagne in hand.

“Shall we get started?” He started shuffling the deck, so clearly it was just the two of us after all. He dealt the cards and held up his left arm as he undid a cufflink and placed it on the table. I shrunk as I realized that I was not only underdressed, but at a clear disadvantage with less accessories to wager.

I took off my belt and set it on the table and looked at my cards, revealing a king and a six. We both checked and he flipped the first three cards – queen, king, four. An ideal flop for me, I decided to wager my tie. He added his other cufflink and flipped over another king. I was surely going to take this hand, so I didn’t hesitate alsancak escort to slide off my shoe and add it to the table. He seemed to be reluctant but eventually folded and threw his cards to the middle. I gathered the pot of winnings and the cards.

It was my turn to shuffle and I debated whether or not I wanted to use my secret skill in rigging the deck. I decided to let it play out without cheating. I had a feeling the night was going to turn out how I’d want regardless of the outcome of the game and I wouldn’t have to risk him finding out my secret.

We played for a while and enjoyed some casual conversation and champagne, but the ice was yet to be broken. We were both definitely holding back.

Both of us had won a few hands and stayed pretty even, but I was starting to make some progress. I now had his cufflinks, bowtie, golden pocket square, and shoes. And my next hand was a good one. I was dealt an ace and a king. I placed one of his cufflinks for the ante and he bent over to add his sock. Before the flop, I raised the ante, adding another cufflink and his bowtie. He matched my bet, removing his other sock and then adjusting in his seat to take off his jacket. I was amazed as he revealed his suspenders underneath which I was unaware until now was a major turn on. His elegant pleated dress shirt was also now more visible and prominently displayed his round belly and pecs. His clothes fit so well and made it easy for me to admire his body once more. He flipped over the three cards, which included another ace and made my hand even stronger. So I added both of his shoes. He was going to have to offer two items to match and he was running out of things to bet. He took off his suspenders and his pants and placed them on the table. He now sat in his beautiful dress shirt and his briefs. I stared at his pouch in his briefs, eager to meet again what lied beneath. He flipped another card and I evaluated what threats there were to my hand. There were two hearts on the table, so there was a small flush threat, but it was unlikely. He would need a two pair or a three of a kind to beat my hand. I thought about it and decided the odds were in my favor. So I added two more items to take him all in. After a while, he decided to call and began unbuttoning his shirt. I was not hiding my stares like our previous match. All night long, I was admiring his body and face and we were now reaching the good part. I shook my head in disbelief as his unbuttoning revealed an undershirt. Just one more advantage for him.

He laughed as he could tell what was on my mind. “I came dressed to play.”

I chuckled back and apparently became more emboldened by my lead. “So, what are we playing for?” I broke the ice.

“Well, I don’t want to take any liberties but if you agree to my idea, the winner of tonight’s game wins control.” He finished unbuttoning his shirt and slid the undershirt off over his head. He now sat just as he was just a month or so before – bare, except for his white briefs, at the table.

I was all but sure what he meant. “Full control?”

“Complete control.” He replied. He was nearly naked and almost smiling as he stared right at me. “Tonight’s winner, if we agree, controls the events of the night and both our actions. Complete control.”

I was fully clothed, hard as a rock, and my heart was beating fast. Of course I was in agreement of the terms. I nodded my agreement and he asked just to be sure.

“Are we both in?”

“We are.”

He flipped over the last card, which was another heart. The flush was a possibility, but he would need to have been dealt two hearts and I was holding one as well. I felt pretty good about my hand. So, I added one last item to the bet.

“I’m in,” he smiled, but he didn’t take off his underwear. Apparently those don’t come off unless I win. He flipped his cards revealing, to my great disappointment, two hearts. He had a flush and he won the hand. I flipped mine over and he gathered his winnings.

I took inventory of what I had left. I lost all his items I had won, plus my belt. Taking into account all the extra accessories he had started with, I was behind by quite a bit.

We played a few more hands and I was being pushed to the brink. He was aggressive with his bets when he held a lead. It was my weakness playing from behind. I briefly considered cheating again, but resolved once more to let the cards play out naturally. I won a couple hands, then he won a couple more and finally I could sense I was running out of time. I decided I needed to make a play or he was going to just play strong bets until I slowly folded away my last few items one by one.

I got a decent enough hand and decided I needed to go for broke. I was either going to win back a considerable amount to make the playing field even again or he was going to win it all.

“All in.”

He paused and considered the bet. I had my jacket, pants, altıeylül escort shirt, and underwear.

“Four items?” He asked, as I realized he wasn’t aware if I had on an undershirt or any other hidden items. I confirmed and he placed four items on the table.

Since I was all in, we both revealed our hands. He had a better hand, but anything could happen. He flipped over the first three cards and things were looking worse and worse for me. The fourth card all but sealed my fate. He smiled and I shook my head. He revealed the last card. I had lost.

“I believe you lost those,” he said as he eyed my clothes. I stood up and took off my jacket. Then I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my arms. I released the button on my pants and bent over to slide them down and place everything on the table. I was now standing in nothing but my underwear and he was taking me in. After a pause, I slid down my underwear, embarrassed to be revealing my already hard cock. I stood there and waited on his command as we had both agreed he had just won complete control.

Mr. Harris pulled his chair away from the table a bit and beckoned me to kneel in front of him. He was still in just his briefs from earlier in the game.

“I want you to take good care of this.”

I nodded and reached to pull down his briefs.

“Oh, and I want you to call me ‘sir,'” he added with a wry smile.

“Yes, sir.”

I slid his briefs down his legs and set them on the table. Here before me once again was the man of my dreams completely naked. This time I was completely at his mercy.

I ran my hands over his thighs and started by licking his balls. I took them in my mouth and tried to gently twirl them. After paying them some good attention, I transitioned up his shaft, licking my way up to the head of his cock and then lowering back down. I took it all in as I went as low as I could and sniffed his crotch, with his hair once again tickling my face. I held as long as I could until finally I had to come up for air. I looked up and this time his eyes were not closed. He was staring down at me. If I were in control, I would have kissed him right then. But I was ordered to take good care of his cock and I turned my focus back there. I bobbed up and down, alternating speeds and striving to cover everything with my tongue. After a while, I felt his palm on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto him and holding me down. I struggled to breathe and resisted my gag reflex as my mouth flooded with saliva and cock. I thought I would choke when he released and I came up for air, desperate to not show signs of difficulty. His groin was so wet from all my saliva and I knew a soft, cool blow would set him on edge so, just as I had many weeks ago, I positioned myself beneath his balls and blew upward. His legs jumped and his dick twitched as I continued a steady stream of cool air.

“Ohhhhh,” this time he didn’t have to suppress his moans. I jumped back on and covered him completely again with my mouth and tongue. He held my head down again at his base and his hair filled my nose. His forcefulness was turning me on even more. When he let go, I went right back beneath him to blow on his wet junk. Each time I did this, his legs would shiver like when you get out of cold water without a towel. Just causing him to react like that stimulated me like nothing else.

As I started back towards his cock, he grabbed my head and pulled me upwards towards his chest, positioning me on his nipple. I obeyed as I kissed and nibbled on him while my hands felt their way down to his sack. I tried to stimulate him in every way I knew how and switched back and forth between each nipple. I moved my hands up to his chest, running them through his hair and back down to his belly. Being with Mr. Harris was a fantasy. His big, strong, hairy frame was perfect to me and I tried to appreciate every inch of his body. I went back down to his cock and sucked, urgently needing to make him cum. I was hungry and took over. He was in control, but he did order me to take care of this and I was determined to do so. He again placed his arms on my head but didn’t force me. He just held me head as I sucked like me life depended on it. His body was tensing beneath me and I knew I was close.

“No spills this time, kid.” His last words before he started to exhale deeply.

I was ready for his load. This was my favorite part – not the seed which was still not a taste I had particularly acquired, but feeling his body tremble and heave up and down as he moans and struggles for breath. He began to moan and I braced myself to keep it all in this time according to his command. His legs bucked upwards which caused his back to push back into the chair as he unloaded in my mouth. The bitter taste hit my tongue as I held my mouth in position. He shot several spurts and the taste slowly turned sweeter again. I swallowed as his spent body came to rest in the chair altınordu escort beneath me. I looked up, with his softening cock still in my mouth. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. I was unsure if I was allowed to do this as he had won control but I decided to blow again. As I blew the cool air, he jumped almost out of the chair.

“No, no, no,” he chuckled as he got on his feet. “Follow me.”

He grabbed my wrist and led me down a hall. I had been to his home many times dating back to high school but Pete and I never ever went down this hall. I knew this was the hall leading to his parents’ bedroom. We entered the master’s suite as my master pushed me naked onto his bed.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” His smile was sinister.

He disappeared briefly and I didn’t dare move. I sat nude on his bed and wondered what punishment he had in store when he came back in the room.

“On your back, kid,” he ordered. I laid back in the middle of his bed and felt his hands force my feet together. He began wrapping them with tape. When my feet were securely stuck together, he came around the bed to my right arm and slipped a rope around my forearms. He tied a knot and secured it to his bedside table before going to the other side and finishing by tying up my left as well. I was bound in a Y position, hard as a rock and nervous for what he was going to do.

“Maybe this will help you remember who is in control.” He stood over my bound frame and slapped my balls. My legs shot upward as I instinctively curled up like a shell.

“Legs down,” he ordered firmly.

I was genuinely scared now. This was my second experience with a man and the first one, I was quickly finding, was very tame. I straightened my legs quickly and he slapped my balls again, softer than the first time. Still a painful knot formed in my stomach as I resisted the instinct to curl up in a defensive position again.

“Good,” he urged me to be obedient as he grabbed his balls in his hand. He was firm with applying pressure and I closed my eyes as he played with my balls. Slowly pleasure mixed in with the lingering pain. I still throbbed from his slaps, but now as he twirled them in his hand, a new sensation formed. He slapped my rigid cock with his other hand as his hand continued to caress my balls. I cried out as my legs recoiled again from the pain. I tried to keep my knees straight but the pain literally forced my legs up toward my stomach. He let go of my balls as he used his hands to straighten my legs.

“I don’t want to have to get more rope.”

“No sir,” I quickly replied. I wasn’t loving my experience but I was still eager to obey his command. I wanted to honor our bet, for one thing. But, really, I would always be eager to please him. His pleasure stimulated my own. I braced myself for more as I tried to mentally prepare myself to embrace the pain and focus on the pleasure.

He grabbed my balls again and the mixed sensation returned. After a minute or two, he slapped them again and I kept my legs still. The pain overwhelmed any pleasurable feeling and I grimaced as it gradually, gradually subsided and was replaced again with the mixed sensation of pleasure and pain. With my eyes closed, I was startled when his mouth suddenly covered my dick and now the pleasure gradually overwhelmed the pain. I started to moan as he sucked and his hands returned to play gently with my balls. I started to shift beneath him for a different reason as my butt clenched and my legs squirmed. He rose up off my dick and slapped my balls again. The pain was worse than ever due to the contrast of pleasure shortly before. My balls ached and I was on the verge of tears. I was holding my breath constantly in an effort to suppress my pain and keep steady as he had ordered. The pain gradually subsided again as he caressed my balls gently in his hands still. He pinched my nipples with enough force that it, too, brought both pleasure and pain. He sucked me again and the pleasure heightened. He was toying with my body’s sensations and I felt like I was on the verge of both cumming and breaking down. I was shaking under his massive body and his weight draped over my legs like a comforter. My legs were warm underneath him but my naked upper body was exposed to the chilly room. I started to squirm as he twirled my cock with his tongue. He let go of my balls and put his finger in my mouth. It was strange but I didn’t care as he really bobbed up and down my dick. When he removed it, he placed his wet finger underneath my legs and pushed it towards my hole. My eyes widened as he rubbed his finger around the opening. Access was mostly restricted with my legs bound together, but he rubbed the general area as his mouth continued to pleasure me. I knew I was going to shoot soon. His finger returned from my hole to my mouth and I tried to lather it up, eager to see what he could do with more lubrication. He rubbed all around and slowly inserted his finger in, just a bit.

I started to pant and exhale sharply as my hips bucked towards him. My climax built when he abruptly stopped sucking and gently slapped my balls. My eyes rolled back beneath my closed eyelids as the pain interrupted my pleasure. It was a minor pain but I was desperate to unload. I was so close.

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Jambor wollte raus, musste raus aus dieser Schule. Die anderen Schüler drangsalierten ihn. Jeder, wirklich jeder, nannte ihn einen dreckigen Nigger.

Jambor hatte das schon seinem Vater gesagt, als dieser verlangte, dass er, Jambor, nach England auf das Internat sollte, auf das auch sein Vater gegangen war.

Wie würde das aussehen, ‘Jambor Lord Mistletoe’ und eine Hautfarbe, die wie ein Kaffee mit Sahne aussah.

Doch sein Vater hatte das nicht verstanden.

Jambor hatte seinem Vater Briefe geschrieben, doch diese würden Monate brauchen, bis sie ihn erreichen würden, eine Antwort würde noch einmal so lange dauern. Denn Jambors Vater lebte weiterhin in Indien.

Die Demütigungen und Schikanen, die Jambors Mitschüler im Internat an ihm begingen, bracht Jambor dann dazu, von der Schule zu fliehen. Wegen seiner dunklen Hautfarbe hatte er große Probleme in England zu bleiben. Er hatte zwar seine Papiere, doch die Verwandten seines Vaters wollten ihn nicht aufnehmen. So musste er sich ohne Unterstützung durchschlagen.

Er hatte noch etwas Geld und kam zu einem größeren Hafen, wo er bei einem Indienfahrer anheuern konnte.

Ohne Erfahrung waren das nur die einfachsten Arbeiten, doch Jambor war raus aus dem Land, das ihn nur verachtet hatte.

Auf der Fahrt gen Indien lernte Jambor, der nur unter seinem Vornamen bekannt war, die Schiffskammeraden kennen und freundete sich mit einigen an. Das Schiff fuhr nach Bombay, seine Familie lebte aber an der Ostküste. Von Bombay durch das Land dorthin zu kommen, wäre zu gefährlich, so wollte Jambor an der Küste auf Schiffen mitfahren, die in die von ihm gewünschte Richtung fuhren.

Er war an seinem Zielhafen von Bord gegangen, als er hörte, das Aufständische bei einem Überfall auf den Ort, in dem seine Familie wohnte, alle Engländer und mit Engländern verbundene Inder umgebracht hätten. So wäre sein Vater an einem Baum in der Ortsmitte gehängt worden. Zu seiner Mutter und seiner Schwester hieß es, diese seien von den Aufständischen erst missbraucht, dann verstümmelt und zum Schluss bei lebendigen Leibe verbrannt worden.

Jambor stand vor dem Menschen, der ihm das erzählt hatte, und war traurig, geschockt, empört, verzweifelt, ..

Er wusste nicht weiter. Der Ortsvorsteher sah Jambors Reaktion und fragte “kanntet ihr jemand?”

Jambor schüttete den Kopf und ging weg.

Es setzte sich am Ortsrand auf einen Stein und wusste nicht mehr weiter.

Nach längerer Trauer, er musste an das Ende seines Vaters denken, der sich so um die Menschen, für die er verantwortlich gewesen war, gekümmert hatte. An seine Mutter, welche die zweite Frau seines Vaters geworden war, nachdem die erste kurz nach der Geburt seines Bruders, des Erbens des Titels, gestorben war. Seine Mutter, eine so sanfte, liebevolle Frau, die ihm, und später auch seiner kleine Schwester eine solches Vorbild, Hilfe und Freude war. An seine Schwester, seine kleine Schwester, die so neugierig, so beliebt bei allen gewesen war. Und diese Menschen, die niemanden etwas Böses getan hatten, waren einfach umgebracht worden.

Jambor hatte auf dem Stein gesessen und geweint.

Doch dann gab er sich einen Ruck. Er, Jambor, musste etwas aus seinem Leben machen. Zuerst wollte er zurück nach Bombay, um dort den Behörden vom Ende seines Vaters zu berichten. Denn sein Bruder, der in England war, musste erfahren, dass er jetzt der erste Lord Mistletoe war.

Jambor ging zurück zum Schiff. Das war kurz vor der Abfahrt, doch er erreichte den Kapitän noch, und wurde von ihm wieder mit auf die Rückreise genommen.

Diese Reise ging wieder von Hafen zu Hafen, Jambor musste mehrmals das Schiff wechseln, bis er wieder in Bombay ankam. Er fragte sich durch und erreicht die lokale englische Regierung, um dort die Geschichte zu erzählen. Dort hatten sie noch nichts davon erfahren. Der zuständige Beamte sagte ihm, dass die Telegrafenleitungen immer wieder von Bäumen oder auch Aufständigen unterbrochen wurden. So wie es auch aktuell war.

Jambor verabschiedete sich und ging zurück in die Stadt. Er musste sich jetzt überlegen, was er machen wollte.

Jambor beschloss, weiter zur See zu fahren. Er hatte Interesse daran gefunden, besonders die fremden Häfen waren etwas, was ihn interessierte.

In der folgenden Zeit fuhr er nach Afrika, in das geheimnisvolle Zanzibar, wo er durch die Märkte schlenderte und sich sogar auf dem Sklavenmarkt umsah.

Er wunderte sich, dass es dieses immer noch gab. Er dachte immer, dass die Engländer diesen Handel unterbunden hätten. Doch auf Zanzibar herrschten andere Mächte, die Herrscher des Omans, und so auch andere Sitten.

Er kam auch nach Arabien, doch Arabien war ihm zu heiß. Überall nur Sand war nichts für ihn.

Er wusste, dass es auch in Indien in Landesinneren Gebiete gab, die so trocken sein sollten, doch in Arabien interessierten ihn nur die Reittiere.

Jambor fuhr nun drei oder vier Jahre zwischen Afrika, Arabien und Indien zur See, so genau wusste er es nicht mehr, und er war von casibom adres einem normalen Mannschaftsmitglied zu einem Vertreter des Kapitäns aufgestiegen. Er hatte auf den Reisen gute Geschäfte gemacht und überlegte sich schon, ob er sich ein eigenes Schiff kaufen sollte, als er wieder eine Fahrt nach Arabien machen sollte.

Diesmal sogar als Kapitän. Sein alter Kapitän hatte kurz vor der Abfahrt einen Unfall, die Fahrt seinem Kunden aber schon versprochen. Und da er nicht nur das Geld für die Fracht verloren, sondern auch noch eine Strafe hätte zahlen müssen, bettelte er Jambor an, die Fahrt zu machen.

Dafür bot er Jambor einen guten Bonus an. Dieser vermutete, dass der Kapitän, der auch der Eigner des Schiffes war, seinen ganzen Gewinn als Prämie an Jambor zahlte. Der Verlust beim Ausfall der Fahrt wäre wohl größer geworden.

Jambor stand beim Beladen des Schiffes am Kai und sah zu, wie die Fracht, einige Kisten verladen wurde. Es gab, wie so oft, auch einige Passagiere. Drei Männer, die Jambor nicht ganz geheuer vorkamen und zwei Frauen, eine ältere, und eine junge, die beide etwas verängstigt und auch ungelenkig unterwegs waren. Die Frauen trugen eine Mischung aus einer arabischen Kleidung, die sie komplett verhüllten, und etwas lokalem.

Die Überfahrt war, wie oft, etwas rauer, da das Schiff keiner der großen Segler war, sondern eine Abwandlung einer arabischen Dhau. Bootsbauer in und bei Bombay hatten sich Dhaus als Vorbild genommen und eigene Versionen entwickelt.

Doch als sie in Muscat in den Hafen liefen, war das Wasser ruhig. Jambor hatte auf der Überfahrt die Frauen jammern hören. So hatte er dem einen der Männer, der an Deck gekommen war, einen Eimer gegeben, den dieser öfters über die Reling gekippt und dann, den Eimer an einem Seil hängend, ausgewaschen hatte.

Ins Muscat wurden die Frauen von Bord geführt, hier kam Jambor das Verhalten der Männer noch komischer vor. Ihm erschien es, als wenn die Frauen wie Sklaven behandelt würden.

Nachdem die Fracht entladen worden war kümmerte sich Jambor um Fracht für den Rückweg. Er bekam eine Ladung nach Porbandar, die er annahm. Von Porbandar würde er ohne Probleme eine Ladung nach Bombay bekommen.

Nachdem die Geschäfte am Hafen abgeschlossen waren, ging er in die Stadt. Er wollte mal sehen, ob es etwas Neues zu bestaunen gab. So soll es in Muscat Kamelrennen geben, hatte er gehört. Und Kamele waren immer noch die faszinierendsten Tiere, die er kennengelernt hatte.

Jambor wanderte durch die Gassen der Stadt. Er hörte, dass es auf einem Sklavenmarkt Frauen aus Indien geben würde, die man kaufen könne und folgte den Beschreibungen zum Markt.

Einmal war er auf einem Sklavenmarkt in Muscat gewesen, doch dieser war wohl ein anderer, denn das Viertel war etwas ärmlicher.

Er kam auf einen Platz, an dessen Rand sich eine Art Podest befand. Vor dem Podest stand einer der Männer, die Jambor aus Indien nach Muscat als Passagier hatte. Waren die beiden Frauen die Frauen, die sie als Sklaven verkaufen wollten?

Die Engländer in Indien versuchten, die Sklaverei zu verbieten. Da es aber noch viele lokale Herrscher gab, hatten die Engländer sich noch nicht durchsetzen können.

Es wurde die erste Frau angeboten. Es war wohl die junge Frau von den beiden Frauen, die Passagiere waren.

Sie musste sich komplett ausziehen. Dann musste sie sich, mit ausgestreckten Armen um sich drehen.

Jambor, der mit den Jahren auch recht gut Arabisch gelernt hatte, hörte sich die Anpreisungen der Verkäufer an. So wurde gesagt, dass die Frau aus dem Osten Indiens kämme. Dort wäre sie die Tochter eines Engländers gewesen, der in einem Aufstand ermordet worden war. Die Eroberer dieser schönen Frau hatten vorgesehen, sie nach Arabien zu verkaufen. Man konnte sehen, wie wohlgebaut diese Frau sei.

Jambor musste diesem zustimmen. Und daran denken, dass er, der Geschichte nach, wohl seine Schwester ansah.

Diese Frau war, so die Verkäufer, 5 Fuß, 3 Zoll groß. Sie hatte, so fand es Jambor, Recht große Brüste. Wenn er an die Frauen dachte, die er sich für gewisse Stunden gekauft hatte, waren die Brüste der Frau da vorne auf dem Podest gut entwickelt. Dafür waren ihre Hüften nicht so breit, wie es bei den Arabern beliebt war. Die Frau war, anders als Jambor es gehört hatte, wie es üblich sei, zwischen ihren Beinen nicht komplett rasiert.

Sie sah über die Menge der Männer, die laut Fragen stellten, hinweg.

Eine Frage war, ob sie unberührt wäre, was bestätigt wurde. Eine weitere, ob sie rechtgläubig wäre, was wiederum verneint wurde. Vielen Männern war sie zu hell, anderen dann zu dunkel.

Jambor sah, dass es wohl nicht wirklich zur Begeisterung bei den möglichen Kunden kam, was die Verkäufer sich erwünscht hatten.

Es wurde eine Summe ausgerufen, die die Verkäufer haben wollen, doch die Summe führte nur zu Gelächter unter den Männern auf dem Hof vor dem Podest. Auch Jambor fand das über seinen Verhältnissen. Einer rief “Wenn sie weiß wäre, vielleicht, Casibom Giriş Rehberi aber nicht so eine dunkle. Die haben wir selber.”

Da es kein Gebot zu dieser Summe gab, gingen die Anbieter mit ihren Preisvorstellungen runter, doch auch hier gab es kein Gebot.

Die meisten Männer, die mit Interesse die junge Frau betrachtet hatten, gingen vom Platz, die anderen waren wohl nur Zuschauer.

Es kam zwei weiterer Männer zu dem, den Jambor als Passagier erkannt hatte, und die Jambor ebenfalls als Passagiere identifizierte. Die drei stritten sich leise, aber erkennbar. Dann winkte der zuerst dort stehende ab und ging sichtbar wütend weg. Die beiden anderen diskutierten noch etwas, woraufhin der eine Mann weg ging, und mit der zweiten Frau zurückkam.

Diese war auch nackt, sie war älter und kleiner als die junge Frau. Sie hatte etwas kleinere Brüste und war komplett rasiert. Auch waren ihre Hüften breiter. Die ältere Frau war noch dunkler als die junge Frau. nachdem die beiden Frauen nebeneinander standen, sagte der eine der beiden dort noch dort stehenden Männer “Die beiden Frauen zusammen für einem Preis von 200 Dinar. Wir gehen nicht weiter runter.”

Die Männer auf dem Platz redeten laut durcheinander, doch keiner meldete sich. Da hob Jambor die Hand. Mit dem Geld wollte er sich eigentlich sein eigenes Schiff kaufen, aber wenn er die beiden kaufen, befreien könnte, wäre ihm das wichtiger.

Da er der einzige Bieter war, mussten die Verkäufer ihm zustimmen, und Jambor ging zum Podium. Er fragte nach der Kleidung der beiden, welche ihm die Verkäufer erst nicht geben wollten. Doch er bekam sie und konnte diese beiden geben.

Jambor hatte, nicht nur weil es warm, sondern auch, weil es in diesen Landen Tradition war, die Kleidung der Einheimischen an. Auch hatte er sich mit der Zeit einen leichten Bart stehen lassen, so dass die Frauen ihn ängstlich ansahen.

Er zahlte die Kaufsumme und befahl ihnen auf Arabisch, ihm zu folgen, doch das verstanden die beiden wohl nicht. Einer der Verkäufer schrie sie auf Hindi an und sie folgten Jambor. Dieser sah, dass die beiden wieder mit einem Seil zusammengebunden waren. Zuerst wollte er das Seil entfernen, dachte sich dann aber, dass sie so besser zusammen blieben und auch anderen nicht versuchen würden, ihm eine der beiden zu stehlen. Er hatte so einige Geschichten gehört. Wenn es darum ging, unbedachten Ausländern ihren Besitz, und damit auch Sklaven, zu stehlen, kannten einige Einheimische keine Skrupel.

Am Hafen trieb Jambor die beiden in eine ruhige Ecke und fragte sie dann auf Hindi, wer sie wären. “Ich bin Nayab, das ist meine Mutter Moesha. Wir sind vor Jahren geraubt worden.” Und Moesha fragte “Was hast du mit uns vor? Willst du uns weiterverkaufen?”

Jambor sagte beiden, dass er nicht vorhatte, sie zu verkaufen. Doch da er sein Geld für sie ausgegeben hatte, konnte er ihnen auch keine Kleidung kaufen. So müssten sie erst einmal in der Kleidung der Sklavenhändler bleiben. Dann fragte Jambor noch “Die Sklavenhändler haben gesagt, dass ihr von der Ostküste kommen würdet. Gibt es jemand, der euch helfen kann?”

“Wieso?”

“Ich bin ein Mensch, der sich keine Sklaven hält. Ich kann euch doch nicht behalten.”

Moesha sagte, dass sie noch einen Sohn habe, doch dieser war schon vor dem Überfall verschwunden. “Er hatte Probleme in England, und als mein Mann ihm geschrieben hatte, kam keine Antwort mehr.” Moesha sah Jambor an “Ich habe Angst um ihn. Er war, wie sie”, sie zeiget auf Nayab, “dunkelhäutig. Zwar war mein Mann ein Adliger bei den Engländern, doch die mögen dunkle Menschen nicht so gerne.”

Jambor fragte die beiden “Was mach ich nur mit euch?”

Nayab sah erst zu ihrer Mutter, dann zu Jambor “Nimm uns als deine Frauen. Wir werden dir alle deine Wünsche erfüllen.”

“Alle” sagte auch Moesha. “Du wirst leben wie ein Gott auf Erden, dein Glück ist unsere Aufgabe und unser Ziel.” Da ging Moesha auf Jambor zu und griff ihm zwischen seine Beine “Die Männer haben mich manchmal genommen, Nayab wollten sie ja teuer verkaufen, aber ich kann dir alles Glück bereiten, wenn du mich lässt. Und Nayab werde ich anleiten, es dir ebenfalls zu bereiten.”

“Was wollt ihr?”

Nayab sagte “Herr, Du hast uns als Sklavinnen gekauft. Hätte jemand anderes uns gekauft, wären wir wohl in einem Haus gelandet, in dem die Frauen Seeleuten gefällig sein müssen. Nun hast du deinen eigenen Harem, mit zwei Sklavinnen, die deine sexuellen Gelüste erfüllen. Wann immer du es wünschst.” Moesha nickt “So ist es, Herr.”

Jambor wusste nicht, was er dazu sagen sollte. Doch er musste zurück zum Schiff. “Kommt mit, wir reisen ab.”

“Wohin Herr?”

“Aufs Schiff, zurück nach Indien.”

Die beiden erkannten das Schiff und sahen Jambor an. Er zuckte mit den Schultern und sagte “Ich wusste doch nicht, was ihr seid, und was hätte ich machen sollen?”

Dann sagte er “Ihr habt die Kabine, die ihr vorher hattet.”

“Und ihr, Herr?” wollte Moesha wissen.

“Geht Casibom bonus nasıl alınır runter, oder ich nehme euch eure Kleidung weg.” Nayab lachte. Sie sagte “Mutter, er will sich an unserer Ansicht erfreuen.”

“Aber die anderen würden uns sehen, Tochter, das geht doch nicht.” Nayab nickte, und so gingen beide runter in die Kabine.

Auf dieser Überfahrt würden sie nicht auf dem Boden schlafen müssen, sondern würden das Bett haben. Moesha sah zu Nayab und zog sich aus, dann legte sie sich in das Bett.

Jambor fragte die Leute an Bord, ob sich noch etwas ergeben hätte, und sein Steuermann sagte, dass sie noch eine Ladung bekommen würden. Der Kunde würde in Kürze mit dieser am Kai sein.

Dieser Kunde hatte eine Kiste nach Bombay, nachdem diese Ladung verladen und bezahlt war, stachen sie in See.

Die Überfahrt nach Porbandar war ruhiger als die vorherige Überfahrt nach Muscat. Wie Jambor vermutet hatte, bekam er hier gute Fracht nach Bombay, die sie laden konnten.

Er stand an der Reling, um den Ladegeschäften zuzusehen, und dachte an die vergangenen Nächte. Das, was ihm Moesha geboten hatte, hatte er noch nie gehabt. Diese Frau war, obwohl die doch etwas molliger war (Jambor wusste, dass er ihr das nie sagen durfte) energiegeladen und gelenkig. Gleich als er in die Kabine der beiden Frauen kam, sah er sie in der Koje liegen. Beide wieder ohne Kleidung.

Moesha sah Jambor hineinkommen und stand auf. “Herr, ich stehe euch zur Verfügung. Ich möchte euch die Freuden der Liebe zeigen und auch von euch bekommen.” Sie sah Jambor an und sagte “Die Männer haben mir immer wieder genommen, zum Glück habe ich nicht empfangen. Und schön war das, was sie wollten, ebenfalls nicht.” Dann drehte sich Moesha zu Nayab um und sagte “Kind, steht mal auf, ich möchte mit unseren Herren in das Bett. Du kannst ihm dabei helfen, sich zu entkleiden.” Jambor versuchte es nicht, ihr zu sagen, dass es Koje hieß.

Jambor stand noch in der Kabine, als Nayab bei ihm stand und ihm die Kleider fast vom Leib riss. Sie hockte von Jambor, als sie seine Hose herunter zog und auf seinen Schwanz starrte. “Mutter, seht mal, sein Ling.”

Moesha lag schon im Bett und sah zu den Beiden. “Herr, sehr schön, nicht dieses mickrige Teil, das die Männer hatten.” Dann sah sie ihn an “Ihr seid aber kein Eunuch?” Jambor schüttelte den Kopf. Nayab fragte, nachdem sie wieder aufgestanden war. “Können Eunuchen denn so einen schönen Penis haben?”

“Ja, mein Kind, ich habe von meiner Mutter einen gezeigt bekommen, als ich damals so alt war wie ihr es jetzt seid.”

“Eure Mutter hat euch ihn gezeigt?”

“Ja, in dem Tempel, in den sie mich geführt hatte, um mich auf meinen Ehemann vorzubereiten, gab es Eunuchen. Mutter sagte damals, dass diesen nur das entfernt worden war, das bei einer Frau zum Kind führt. Ihr habt doch diesen Beutel an seinem Penis gesehen. Wenn der mit Inhalt entfernt wird, kann der Mann nicht mehr die Flüssigkeit absondern, die bei einer Frau zum Kinde führt.” Moesha sah erst Nayab und dann Jambor an. “Sie hatte mir damals gezeigt, was eine Frau bei einem Mann machen müsse. Ich konnte es noch nicht ausprobieren, da sie mich dem Engländer intakt versprochen hatte.”

Jambor war in der Zwischenzeit in die Koje geklettert. Moesha hatte ihre Beine so gelegt, dass er sich auf sie legen und seinen “Schwert der Freude” (wie sie es zu diesem Zeitpunkt sagte ‘Schiebt euer Schwert der Freude in mich und lass mich diese Freude spüren’) in sie schieben konnte.

Nayab schaute interessiert zu und hockte sich auch neben die Koje, um besser zusehen zu können, was die beiden da machten.

Moesha forderte dann Jambor auf, sie ‘zu nehmen’. “Nehmt mich wie eine Hure, ich möchte spüren, dass ich lebe und lasst euch nicht dabei ertappen, nicht in mich zu spritzen. Ich hoffe doch, dass ihr das in einer großen Menge macht.”

Moesha forderte Jambor. Dieser hatte schon so manche Hure gehabt. Doch was Moesha da von ihm forderte, hatte aber noch keine zugelassen. Wenn er es etwas fester wollte, hatten ihn die Huren nicht nur gebremst, sondern eine hatte ihn aus rausgeworfen. (‘Ich bin nicht nur für euch da. Wer zahlt mir den Ausfall, wenn ihr mich verletzt?’) Doch Moesha wollte mehr. “Zeigt mich, dass ihr ein Mann seid. Zeigt mir, dass ich lebe.”

Und sie lebte. Als Jambor in sie spritze, jubilierte sie. Er spritze immer wieder, so viel, dass es aus Moesha schon herauslief, als Jambor noch in ihr steckte.

Moesha verbat Jambor, sie beide zu verlassen, sie forderte Nayab auf, sich neben sie und Jambor zu legen und sagte dann “Herr, ihr seid genau das, was wir brauchen.”

Jambor wurde dann von der Mannschaft geweckt, als seine Wache begann. Zuerst wollte Moesha ihn zuerst nicht gehen lassen, doch er konnte sich befreien und aus der Kabine gehen.

So war die erste Nacht nachdem sie aus Muscat ausgelaufen waren, die folgenden drei Nächte forderte Moesha Jambor ebenso.

Als Jambor am letzten Morgen vor der Ankunft in Porbandar aus dem Bett stieg, sagte Moesha “Kind, ihr bekommt ihn, wenn wir in Bombay sind. Da werden wir mehr Platz haben. Und er kann dich zur Frau machen.”

Jambor ging aus dem Kabine und fragte sich, wann er den beiden sagen solle, wer er sei. Denn das, was er da mit seiner Mutter trieb, und was sie ihm für ihn und seine Schwester versprach, war doch nicht schicklich. Vielleicht sogar nicht erlaubt.

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“6 inches!?” Steve yelped, throwing his shaking hands up in front of him in a gesture of pleading desperation.

“What?” asked Melissa mildly, cocking her hip to the side as she stood there in front of him in all her nude glory. Having turned the thermostat up to 80, her naked skin was sweating gloriously, and her sweat was mixing with the oil that she had rubbed into herself an hour before. Steve knew this was “just Melissa,” his nerdy, awkward, scientist stepmother, but if he was being honest, she looked like a Greek goddess right now.

“6 inches isn’t even that small,” Melissa continued, grinning down at her panicking stepson. She suddenly bent down towards him, shaking the vial of clear liquid over him. “I mean, I could shrink you down to 6 millimeters…or 6 micrometers, which is one millionth of a meter, or 6 picometers, which is one trillionth of a meter, or ten-to-the-negative-twel–“

“I get it, I get it!” exclaimed Steve quickly, nodding his head as he kept his hands up in the same pleading motion. “B-But Melissa please…please don’t…don’t make me, uh…”

“Smaller, Steve?” Melissa straightened back up and smirked down at him. “I’m sorry, but that was the deal. If you didn’t wanna get even smaller than you are now, you should’ve tried harder to beat me!”

“I–I tried as hard as I could!” retorted Steve indignantly. “But it’s a little hard when the pool table is…is shoulder-height!”

“Wellll, then maybe you didn’t make such a good decision, entering into the deal in the first place, huh?” suggested Melissa mockingly. “Ohhhhh but that’s right…you HAD to take the deal, because you just reeeeeallly wanna have sex with me, right?”

Steve tried to respond, but the words died in his throat as he bowed his head. He knew the point she was trying to make — that he had invited all of this misfortune upon himself, only because he was helplessly lusting after his stepmother. Of course, she had done plenty to encourage this lust, not limited to striding around the house naked and striking sexy poses whenever she got the chance. If he had been able to control his desire for her, then he wouldn’t be in conundrum right now. But now that he was, it was hard to acknowledge that he only had himself to blame.

He looked up at his stepmother, who was staring down at him, an expectant eyebrow raised. Steve blinked and swallowed a lump in his throat, as his cock, which had already been semi-erect for hours, became rock-hard all over again. She was just such a bombshell now…her long, strong legs, her huge, pillowy breasts, her powerful hips…and, of course, her gargantuan ass…she was so, so much bigger than him, so superior to him, that it was difficult to wrap his mind around the reality. And the thing was, the more Steve thought about it, and sank into that reality, the more aroused it made him. He had finally arrived at the realization that Melissa had probably been trying to encourage for days now — that he WANTED to be submissive to her, that he ENJOYED it, and that he wanted it to KEEP GOING…that he wanted her to assert her dominance over him time and time again. There was no possible way for him to avoid admitting it now.

Staring up at her, he nodded meekly.

“Y-yes,” he said quietly, “Yes I…I do.”

“Mmmm, you DO reeeeally wanna have sex with me, don’t you?” Melissa pressed on, clearly getting a kick out of all this. Steve nodded.

“Even if I make you smaller?”

He nodded again.

“ESPECIALLY if I make you smaller,” Melissa laughed, nodding her head in tandem with Steve’s. “Haha I knew it…you just wanna be under my huge, fat ass as I grind it on top of you, making you…uh, what’s it called…uh, oh right! Making you CUM all over my big ass cheeks…yeahhh…that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

As she spoke, Melissa was turning around and shaking her huge, naked ass right in Steve’s direction. Since she was standing on her tiptoes now, her ass was literally shaking directly into his face. Even though the erotic thrill of the image took Steve’s breath away, he instinctively tried to back away from it. It was just so enormous, so huge…he thought that her ass alone probably weighed close to his entire bodyweight by now. But there was nowhere for him to go. Melissa had once again backed him into a wall with her ass, and was now shaking her massive, jiggling cheeks up against his face.

“Well what are you waiting for?” teased Melissa, putting her hands on her knees as she crouched her ass into his face. “Go on, Steve! Put your cock into my ass! Come on, do it! I’ll let you do me in the ass, Steve, if you can reach, haha! Isn’t that all the rage? Having sex in the ass these days? I hear that it’s a big deal when a woman lets you do that. Well Steve, I’m letting you do it to me now! Wait, no…not even that — I’m telling you to do it! I’m BEGGING you to do it, Steve!”

Melissa started moaning out in great exaggeration, as she grinded her huge ass into Steve’s face. His cock was bursa merkez escort so hard now that it was throbbing painfully, but there was no way he could get it anywhere close to Melissa’s ass.

“Mmmmmmmm come ON Steeeeeeve!” Melissa groaned sexily, “Please, PLEEEEEASE fuck me in my ass! Oh my GOD…I NEED it, Steve! You feel how big my ass is?? It neeeeds to be fucked. Please, Steve…PLEEEEASE fuck me in the ass!”

But try as he might, there was nothing Steve could do about his raging desire. His entire body was flushed crimson with desperation, and when Melissa finally stepped off him, giving him a respite, his body crumpled to the floor in an exhausted heap, totally defeated by her ass.

“Hahaha oh my god Steve!” Melissa laughed, turning back around. “That was just a little teasing! A little appetizer! Just LOOK at you — you’re a total wreck already! Yeeeeah, I’m not sure if you’re gonna be able to handle me, especially not when I shrink you down to 6 picometers here in a minute.”

Steve’s eyes went wide and his head shot up, causing Melissa to laugh harder, jiggling all her sexy flesh as she gripped the sides of her hips, bending over slightly in her mirth, and causing her incredible tits to swing underneath her.

“Kidding, kidding!” she laughed, holding up the vial again. “So you’re what, 4’9 right now? How about we start by shrinking you down to a niiiiice even 24 inches, huh?”

Steve blinked in silence, his eyes going back and forth between the vial of clear liquid and his stepmother’s smiling face. He didn’t know whether or not she meant to do it or not but he could see her sexy tongue issuing forth, just barely, between her lips, licking them hungrily. He felt completely trapped; he wasn’t really in a position to refuse her, was he? And, in any case, he knew that Melissa was right — he had no one to blame but himself. He was cornered by his own dirty desires.

Bowing his head slightly, Steve nodded. He heard Melissa exhale softly exhale in laughter above him, creating a little blast of air that ruffled his hair.

“Pssshhahaha come on Steve,” she chuckled, wrapping her huge hand around his chin and diverting his head back up, so that he was looking straight up into her shining face. “Don’t act like you’re being led to the gallows!”

She glanced down pointedly at his groin, where his hard cock was conspicuously pressing into his oversized pajamas. Her smile widened across her face, and she raised her eyes slowly up his body, until she was staring at him straight in the face once more. Her eyes held his dominatingly, and for several seconds, she didn’t say anything at all. Instead, she just kept staring at him, penetrating through to the core of his basest desires. Steve felt like she was stripping him naked with her stare, and he felt smaller than ever.

“Mmmhmm,” she purred knowingly, “You can pretend to be as sad and dejected as you want, Steve…but your little penis can’t lie, haha!”

Melissa abruptly collapsed down on her knees and pressed her big hands into the wall, one on either side of Steve, completely boxing him in. He was desperate to discover that, even on her knees, Melissa was still just about as tall as he was…maybe even an inch or two taller. Still with her arms trapping him against the wall, she bent farther down, bringing her face close to Steve’s crotch. Steve felt a surge of arousal as he felt her lips brush his cock through his pajamas.

“Ohhh yeeeaahhhh,” she whispered, like she was having a conversation with his cock alone, “We’re about to have a LOT of fun together, little guy. Let me take a good look at you while I don’t have to squint to see you, haha!”

Melissa swiftly brought her hands down to Steve’s pajamas and yanked them down, walking on her knees to close the small space left between them in the process. Steve found himself smushed up against the wall once more, except this time, it was Melissa’s big, warm tits that were pressed up on either side of his head. Grinning playfully, Melissa then proceeded to raise herself back up to her full height on her knees, and the effect was that Steve was actually lifted an inch or two off the floor. She was literally pinning him to the wall, suspended in the air, with the force of her huge tits. Now that his legs were dangling, Melissa was able to reach down and whisk off the pajamas crumpled around his ankles. Steve was breathing hard now, as he felt his rock-hard cock pressing into Melissa’s soft belly flesh.

“Mmmm, that feels nice!” she cooed in his ear. “You like that, Steve? You like that I’m holding you up off the floor with my tits? Haha, I know you’re partial to rear ends…hold on, that’s called something, right? Uhhh…oh yeah, an “ass man,” haha! I know you’re an “ass man, Steve, but my tits aren’t too shabby either, are they?”

“N-no…” Steve managed to say. He felt like he was already about to cum, and it didn’t help the situation when Melissa grasped him bursa escort kızlar by the hips and lifted him up even higher off the ground, bringing his bouncing cock right in front of her face.

“Yummmm,” she murmured, bringing it closer to her mouth as she whispered at it, “I’m almost gonna miss it being this big…gotta kiss it goodbye first!”

*Mwah* *Mwah* *Mwah* *Mmmmmwwwwaaaah*

The sound of Melissa loudly kissing Steve’s cock echoed out into the basement, and Steve grasped desperately at her head, trying to stabilize himself as bolts of pleasure coursed through his body with every kiss Melissa planted on his cockhead. He could feel the cum surging in his balls, and the base of his cock began to pulsate and twitch. He was going to cum…he was going to do it…there was nothing that could prevent —

*OLM*

Melissa had suddenly swallowed the entirety of his cock and balls into her mouth, and she had wrapped her powerful lips around the root of his genitals, squeezing and constricting them intensely. In a mad moment, Steve realized that she was actually holding his cum at bay…the constriction from her lips was preventing his orgasm. Steve mewed out desperately into the air, totally abandoning any pretense of self-respect, as he leaned down pitifully against her head. He felt the booming vibrations of Melissa laughing with his cock and balls in her mouth; the vibrations penetrated through every inch of his body, from the tips of his fingers down to the tips of his toes. He felt so incredibly small and tiny — even something as innocent as Melissa laughing overwhelmed him now. In every conceivable way, she was superior to him…dwarfed him.

*Pop*

Melissa finally freed Steve’s cock and balls, but not until she was certain that his orgasm had been denied. She let Steve fall back down onto his own two feet, and he was just able to maintain an unsteady balance as she put her hands back on either side of him, once more trapping him against the wall.

“Uh-uh!” she teased, “You don’t get to cum yet, mister! Not until after I make you smaller. That’ll teach you to take sex with your stepmother for granted!”

Still on her knees, Melissa backed up a bit, giving Steve a little more room, as she once again lifted up the vial of clear liquid and shook it at him playfully. Steve could only blink helplessly as he stared at it. He was certainly scared about getting smaller, but he would have been lying to himself if he tried to say that he wasn’t also excited…perversely thrilled, even, to be shrunken down even tinier.

“Alllllright Steve,” Melissa smiled, “It’s time! Remember what you’re drinking?”

“Uh…n-not…not really,” he replied.

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Oh come on Steve, I just told you about it like half an hour ago! A specialized potassium ion compound? Remember?”

“Oh…eh, right…right,” Steve nodded.

“And you remember why it’ll shrink you?” Melissa pressed on. Steve had to take a moment and appreciate the ridiculousness of the situation — his 6’6 stepmother, with her knockout tits, giant ass, and goddess-like body, was kneeling in front of him, about to shrink him down to 2 feet tall, and she was actually quizzing him on the biological properties of what was about to happen. Melissa’s body had certainly changed, but she was still the same old nerdy scientist who couldn’t pass up a teachable moment.

“L-look, Melissa, I…I don’t remember all the details, alright?” Steve replied wearily, “Can’t we just –“

“Oh my god, you’ve forgotten already!” Melissa exclaimed. “Come on Steve, this is cutting-edge research we’re talking about here! The specialized sodium ions in the multivitamin kickstart the apoptotic process, you know, cell death? Ringing any bells? Haha, anyway…this overrides the protective volume regulatory response, causing the shrinking. And potassium, like sodium, is an alkali metal, with a similar first ionization energy, but potassium is more volatile, and will result in faster shrinking. Come on Steve, don’t you remember anything from Biology 101?!”

Steve could only stand there silently, not knowing whether to be indignant or shamed by his stepmother’s admonition. More than anything, though, he was still reeling from the intensity of having his orgasm so pointedly denied. His heart was still hammering away in his chest, and Melissa’s proximity was only fuelling his lust. Somehow, in a bizarre way, having her lecture him on the biological intricacies of what was about to happen made her seem even hotter.

“Can…can we j-just…just get on with it?” asked Steve in a small voice. He understood the implications of what he was saying, and at this point he couldn’t even pretend to hide it any longer. He wanted her to shrink him; he wanted her to make him smaller. The prospect of looking up at her gigantic ass, while he was 2 feet tall, was proving far too enticing to resist any longer.

“Ooooo you really DO want me to do it!” Melissa squealed. “Hahaha oh my GOD that’s sooooo cuuuute! Okay, Steve, okay, I won’t torture you any longer. Here, open up! And don’t move around too much — I want to make sure I pour in exactly the right dose.”

Steve obeyed, opening up his mouth as Melissa took off the stopper and brought it carefully down to his lips. Even though it was hard not to stare at her body, Steve found himself fixated on his stepmother’s expression. She was biting her lip in concentration, completely and carefully attuned to her task. It was like she was working in her lab, her razor-sharp focus taking precedence over everything else. Again, Steve found himself strangely aroused by all of this — even though his mind couldn’t quite wrap itself around the reason he knew, deep down, where it came from: his stepmother’s care and precision were yet another way that she was superior to him. She had the patience, the grit, and the resolve to be the incredible scientist she was, and Steve knew that he didn’t have a chance in hell of matching her in those departments.

‘That’s why she’s there…and you’re here…why she looks like that…and you look like this,’ said a little voice in his head. But fairly quickly, his attention was usurped by what was actually happening. The potassium ion trickled into his mouth; it had a slightly bitter taste, but it wasn’t altogether unpleasant. Steve wondered whether Melissa had spiked it with some kind of flavored compound, to make it go down easier. It tastes almost like grapes…

But just then, almost immediately after swallowing it, the world around him began to grow. The ceiling, the walls, the pool table, Melissa’s big body kneeling in front of him…everything looked like it was suddenly expanding dramatically. The effect was extremely vertiginous for Steve, and he stumbled back into the wall, reaching his arms out to brace himself against the wall. Right about this time, Steve realized that the shirt he had been wearing had almost trapped him up backwards. He glanced down and saw that his shirt pretty much covered his entire body, like a huge gown going almost all the way down to his ankles. Blinking rapidly in surprise, Steve looked back up. Even though he had already known what was going to happen, nothing could have prepared him for looking up at Melissa, towering above him, still on her knees. Her eyes had gone wide with delighted excitement, and she put her hands up over her mouth, gasping out in utter glee. In a matter of seconds, the shrinking was over. Steve hadn’t even felt anything.

“Ooooooo just LOOK at you!!” Melissa cried. “My precious little man! Hahaha oh WOW…look at this, Steve! I’m on my knees, and you only come up to…oh my god, you only come up to the middle of my stomach!”

It was true; Steve was staring straight forward into the middle of Melissa’s toned stomach. Even just watching her breathing showed him how immense her body was compared to his — the amount of sheer mass that was moving before his eyes, every time she took a breath, was enough to make him feel smaller than he could have ever imagined possible.

“And you feel ok, Steve?” Melissa asked quickly, reaching down and feeling his forehead with the back of an enormous finger. “Nothing out of the ordinary?”

“N-no…no, I feel fine…I…I m-mean…aside from being two feet tall?” he quipped, trying to grin. In truth, though, he was too distracted by his tininess to smile much. Even the sound of his voice compared with hers was striking. Hers had a booming richness to it, and vibrated through his entire body, whereas his voice sounded waifish and meager…almost mouse-like.

“Yes, aside from being two feet tall,” chuckled Melissa, rolling her eyes. “Heheh, still a little jokester, aren’t you?”

She suddenly pinched the top of his oversized shirt and yanked it straight up off his head. The task was incredibly easy for her, and a moment later, Steve stood there naked before her. Melissa didn’t waste any more time. She swept him up in her hands, cupping them under his armpits as she lifted him up off his feet and held him firmly up against the wall. Her wide eyes traveled hungrily over his naked body.

“A delicious…scrumptious, 24-inch little jokester,” she breathed at him. “And you’re aaaaall mine, little guy. I get to do whatever I want with you now. Mmmmmm, and this is just the start, Steve…just the start.”

For several long moments, Melissa simply held him there, suspended off the ground. It was like she was so excited and thrilled that she didn’t even know what to do with him first. Several times, she shifted in place, like she was about to get up off her knees, or cradle him to her breast, or set him back down on the floor. Each time, she balked, and it quickly became clear that she simply didn’t want to stop holding him. Her hands felt gigantic as they eagerly massaged into Steve’s shoulders and neck…everything about her was gigantic to him now. Steve didn’t know what he had imagined it would be like to be two feet tall, but whatever his previous thoughts, none of them possibly measured up to the reality of how tiny, how miniscule, how puny he felt in her grasp.

Finally, Melissa got a devious sparkle in her eye.

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Author’s note – Thank you so much for all the wonderful feedback, views and ratings on chapter 1. It’s the first time I’ve ever written erotic fiction and I’m so happy that it’s been so well received. Mark and David’s story will go on and can go on for as long as people like it. I’m also open to suggestions for scenarios if anyone has a scene you’d like to see them in. Please let me know in the comments. Thanks again

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That first night with David was mind blowing. In all my years, since I’d lost my virginity at 14, I’d never had such satisfying sex. We’d spent the whole night in his bed, kissing and fucking until we were both finally spent in the early hours of the morning. The sun was coming up by the time we were both too exhausted to carry on and we finally got some sleep.

When I woke the next day, I was alone in David’s bed. I looked at the clock on his nightstand, it was already noon. “FUCK!” I thought to myself, we were supposed to be going to my parent’s house in Kent for Sunday lunch. I launched out of the bed and sprinted to my room completely nude and grabbed my phone. I hastily found my Mum’s phone number and dialled

“Oh, hello Mark” she said, answering after a couple of rings, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine Mum” I panted, trying to stave off the dizziness of a head rush, “I’m just calling to let you know me and David will be a little late. I-“

Before I could finish she cut me off with a little laughter

“I see, hot date run over late, did it?” I could tell from the change in her voice that she was greatly amused by this. She never believed how successful I was with the ladies

“Errr, sort of” I stammered, not really knowing what to say, “We’ll be leaving shortly, see you at about 2. Is that okay?”

“It’s fine honey, just be nice to the poor girl when you send her on her way” I could hear her laughing as she put down the phone. I grumbled under my breath as the tossed the phone onto my bed. I took a minute to compose myself, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down. I always hated seeing my mother, she was incredibly critical, absurdly intrusive into my personal life and I’m fairly convinced that she liked David better than me. To keep her off my back I had an agreement with her that one Sunday a month I would go around for dinner with the family and as long as I attended and suffered for a few hours, she would leave me in peace for the rest of the month. David started coming to them mostly because he found it quite funny how my mother could embarrass me so quickly. That and her food was actually really good.

“Right, shower” I said to myself at last. I grabbed a towel from my radiator and walked towards the bathroom. As I walked past the living room, I could see David sat watching the football highlights, already in his Sunday best, sipping at a cup of coffee. I poked my head into the room

“You could have woke me up, dick” I fired at him

“What? And strip you of the joys of explaining to Barbara why we’re going to be late?” he chuckled without even turning around to face me, “No way, that’s comedy gold” He laughed a hearty laugh as I grumbled again and headed to the bathroom. I’m not much of a morning person.

In what felt like record speed I relieved myself, shaved and got straight in the shower. The hot water felt good. I figured I’d bought a few minutes to myself with the speedy preparations so I soaped up my hand and started to stroke my cock. I tried to imagine in my mind’s eye that there was some hot girl touching me, going down on me, but nothing; there was no reaction from my cock. I tried for a good five minutes to get hard and jerk myself off, but no matter what I tried to imagine I could not turn myself on.

As a last ditch attempt, I cast my mind back to the night before and the sight of David giving me a blowjob. There was an instant reaction, I was hard as a rock within seconds. “Strange”, I thought to myself, ataşehir escort but I went with it, applying more soap to my hand and building up quite a bit of speed. Before I knew it I had cum all over the tiles in the shower cubicle. Feeling better about myself I washed the thick cum away with the shower head, then finished washing myself down.

After drying myself off, I walked back to my room and got dressed. My mother always insisted on Sunday best, being the deeply religious woman that she is, so I had no choice but to go for a full suit. I picked out a nice tailored blue suit that I’d bought for myself as a treat, matched it with a blue tie, grey silk shirt and shined black shoes. Looking in my full length mirror, even I had to admit I looked good. There’s nothing quite like a tailored suit to bring out the best in a man’s figure.

I put on my watch and checked the time, it was 12:33. I was making good time. It would take about an hour to get to my parent’s house from the flat, so even with the traditional delays that London is known for I was still running pretty early.

I walked back out to the living room

“Come on then, David” I said, picking up my keys, “Time to go”

With a grunt, he stood up and I saw him differently. I’d seen him wear that suit before, it was a black suit he bought on Savile Row, which he always paired with a black shirt and a pale tie. It was the only formal wear he owned, his combination christening, wedding and funeral suit. His “cradle to the grave” outfit as he called it. But looking at him this time, I felt my heart race, he looked so fucking sexy. The feelings were confusing and definitely not what I needed at this time. Before last night I’d never looked at David as anything more than my best mate, but now I was looking at him as the perfect specimen of the male species, a sexual beast that needed to be tamed.

I felt my cock start to twitch and I pushed the thoughts back in my head. I didn’t need this today, I just needed to get through dinner with my family. We took the lift down from the flat to the parking garage. We didn’t say a word to each other. It’s not that it was awkward, but there just wasn’t anything to be said. The lift reached the garage and we headed to my black sports car. Within minutes we were out in London traffic and on the way to my parent’s house.

As I expected, the journey took us about an hour, given London traffic and the fact that my parents live out in the countryside. As we pulled up the long drive to their large country home, I checked the clock in the car and it said 13:55. Bang on time, well, for the late time, anyway.

We walked into the house and I announced that we’d arrived

“Mum? Dad? Kelly? We’re here” I called out

“Just in time, honey” my mother called back, “I’m just about to serve up, go join your father and sister in the dining room”.

We walked into the spacious dining room. My dad and sister were already sat, pouring glasses of wine for everyone

“Hi Mark” my sister beamed. Then scowling she just said “David”. They’d had a one night stand years ago and Kelly, bless her heart, was always a bit cold with David until she’d had a glass of wine.

We walked in, I gave Kelly a kiss on the cheek and a hug and David went and shook my dad’s hand

“Oh, strong grip you’ve got there, lad,” Dad said to him

“Same grip as last time, Frank” David chuckled. He purposefully avoided talking to Kelly until she’d had her first glass of wine and she mellowed a bit.

Mum walked in carrying the roast for dinner and placed it on the table

“Mark, dearest, come give your Mum a hug” she said, opening her arms to me. I, of course, obliged.

“And you too, David” she said. David went and hugged her and, like every other time she saw him, she gave him a pinch on the bum, to which he made his usual exaggerated jump out of the way

“Now Barbara,” he joked, “stop it, Frank’ll get jealous of us”. They both laughed. Every. Fucking. Time.

I sat in my chair, avcılar escort next to Mum, with David sat opposite me next to Kelly and Dad at the head of the table. As Dad carved the meat, the rest of us passed around bowls of vegetables. The conversation flowed, as it did every single time: How is work? How are David’s parents? Did you hear about your cousin’s latest trauma? Your Dad won/lost at darts. Kelly got a new boyfriend or got dumped again. Every month it was the same and it was mind numbing.

But then the conversation went in a way that I wasn’t expecting,

“So, David,” Mum started, “tell me about this girl that made you and Mark so late”

I sat bolt upright. I wasn’t prepared for this. Both David and Mum chuckled at my outward awkwardness

“Did he not tell you?” David smiled at her, “well, let me think. I didn’t see much of her, but she was tall, brown hair, you could tell she was athletic”

I began to sweat. I wanted to scream out in panic and tell him to shut up, but I couldn’t say anything

“Did you get her name?” Mum asked. David just smiled at me

“Dav-” he started

“-INA!” I finished, “Davina! Her name was Davina”

Dad and Kelly were staring at me like I was a crazy person. Mum and David were in fits of laughter

“Oh Mark” Mum chortled, “I love you, son, but you’re so easy to wind up”

“He’s very easy to wind up” smirked David as, without warning, he slid his foot, which he’d somehow managed to get out of his shoe, up the back of my right calf. I could feel myself blushing at this point. David kept stroking the back of my calf with his foot as dinner went on, I could feel my cock hardening. “This isn’t fair” I thought, “Why is he teasing me like this? We haven’t even talked about last night”

By the time dinner was finished, Kelly had loosened up and was talking about her latest romantic failure. I had no idea what she said because I had stopped listening by this point. I was more concerned with the feeling of David’s toes resting between my legs and trying my hardest not to get hard and give him the satisfaction of knowing he had turned me on in the presence of my parents. I, of course, had failed and David was looking very smug as he knew fine well that I was hard as a rock.

When Mum started to clear away the dishes, I excused myself and made a speedy retreat to the bathroom. I took my jacket off and removed my tie, trying to cool down. Leaning against the sink I took some more deep, calming breaths and I could feel my erection subsiding slightly. Without warning, the door opened (my parents didn’t like locks on doors, even the bathroom) and David strode in full of amusement.

I turned around, ready to scold him but before I could let a word out of my mouth I pushed up to me and kissed me passionately. I was completely taken aback, I didn’t know what to do. I could feel the hard bulge in his pants as he pressed up against me. Every time I tried to break the kiss he would keep it going. He was much stronger than me and within seconds he had me pressed up against the door. Finally he released my lips from his and stared into my eyes

“God, you’re fucking sexy when you’re terrified” He moaned out to me. I felt his hands scrabbling at the zip in my pants

“What the fuck are you doing?” I said as loudly as I dared

He looked up to me with a glint in his eye, “This”

He pulled my zip down and undid the button on my trousers. My cock was straining against my boxer shorts. He teasingly kissed at the bulge in the shorts before whipping my cock out and taking it in his mouth.

“David!” I yelled in whisper, “there’s no lock on the door, what if someone comes in?”

“I know” he said, taking my cock out of his mouth, “makes it all the more dangerous, don’t you think?”

Before I could answer his mouth was around my dick again. He sucked with a strength I’d never imagined. His lips were sealed halfway down my shaft and he was sucking with a force I’d never had on my cock before. He moved alanya escort further down and his lips met the root of my member. He gagged slightly as he did his best to deepthroat me. It felt amazing. At the same time he started massaging my balls with his fingers, still holding his head as far down my cock as possible.

When he finally had to let it out of his mouth to breathe properly, I was slathered in his saliva. He grasped it with his right hand and started to jerk me off rapidly. It felt so good, all I could do is moan with pleasure. He leaned forward again, lifted my dick up and took one of my testicles in his mouth. He pumped at my cock while I felt his tongue rolling each ball, one at a time, around in his mouth. I loved it.

“Oh god, when did you learn how to do this?” I gasped

“I watch a lot more porn than you, ” he rasped in between sucks.

I couldn’t have this, I wouldn’t let him have the better of me. Before he could put my cock back in his mouth, with all of my strength I pushed him onto his back. He looked up at me with confusion in his eyes

“Mark?”

“Shut the fuck up David”, I said with desire in my voice, “if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right!”

And with this, I dove on top of him, kissing him passionately as I slid my hand down to grasp his considerable bulge on the outside of his trousers. I undid his fly, reached in and pulled his enormous length out. It was already slick with precum, he was more turned on that he had let on.

Lying on my parents bathroom floor, I wrapped my lips around him and tried to suck as hard he had sucked me. I don’t think I was as good, but he wouldn’t have said. He was too busy enjoying what I was doing to him.

I tried to deepthroat him too and I managed to get further down his dick than I had the previous night, but still not as far as I could have gotten. He held his hands on the back of my head and helped direct the speed of my sucks. He kept me moving slowly and taking as much of his length as I could. In the heat of the moment I slid a couple of fingers into his ass and fingered him as I sucked hungrily at his impressive cock.

When I came up for breath, I grasped him and carried on jerking him off

“Wanna get really dirty?” He said

“What have you got in mind?” I panted back to him

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled my up his body, kissing me hard once again. “Turn around” he said, “we can’t fuck, but we can 69”

My eyes were wide open, I loved the idea. I turned around, on top of him so my head was down at his cock and mine was at his head. I lowered my hips and felt his lips kissing at my helmet. He opened his mouth and let me slide my shaft in. He started sucking me and I leaned over and started to reciprocate.

It felt unreal, to be given pleasure and to give it at the same time. We both picked up speed as he bucked his hips up forcing his cock into my mouth, I began to gyrate, facefucking him. He slid a finger into my ass, which felt amazing and I did the same once again to him.

I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth and I could feel myself about to peak. I quickly lifted my head off

“Don’t swallow” I said. I got a grunt in the affirmative

I resumed my sucking and jerking of him, feeling the heat build up in my own cock just as his twitched in my mouth and he unleashed a torrent of cum. Being more prepared than I was last night I managed to not waste a drop as I grunted and filled his mouth in return. After a few seconds, I climbed off him, pulled his face to mine and with a mouthful of his cum, kissed him passionately. Thankfully he’d listened to my request and he had a mouthful of cum for me. We kissed for what felt like forever, swapping our combined cum between each other until I heard my mum call us down for dessert.

We swallowed the mixed up cum together and kissed once again. As we were getting dressed, Mum called up again

“Are you boys okay? Is something wrong?”

“No Mum,” I yelled back, “I was just showing David some of Dad’s guitars”

“Okay sweetie, well dessert is out. I can’t remember, does David like cream?”

We looked at each other as I replied with a loud “Yes” and then burst into laughter.

We kissed passionately one more time and walked out the bathroom to rejoin the family as if nothing had happened.

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Gavin

Tonight I was going to meet Jason’s best friend, Anna. I’ve known him since I was five. He was one of my brother’s closest friends, so he was at our place a lot when I was growing up. When I was eighteen I started having ‘thoughts’ about him, which eventually evolved into day dreams and then full-out wet dreams.

His 6’1”, lightly tanned, lithe body had invaded my brain. He was shorter than me, and had less muscle. He had a swimmer’s body which was made more lean and sculpted by the time he spent on his hunting trips. He was coloured like me, but his skin looked like he had the lightest perpetual tan, and his mahogany hair was always long enough to tie back. And his face? Heaven. He kind of looked like an American Indian mixed with the Marlboro Man, but with full, sinfully pouted lips, and piercing olive green eyes.

I didn’t date any of the girls in high school and generally hung out with my older brother and his friends. I watched Jason through my last year of high school… looking for a small sign that he might be gay, or bi. A sign that he might be interested in me, in any case. Apart from his beautiful smiles and his deep penetrating looks I got nothing. And the fact that that was just the way he acted around everyone else didn’t help.

I left Cape Town with a group of ‘private school’ kids whose parents decided to ship them off to Louisiana. Apparently our parents believed that if we would be in the middle of nowhere in a ‘campus town’ with a long ride to the nearest big city a half day’s drive away we would be safe from the world’s evil influences. And I was. Safe that is. For a year all I did was study and chill in my back yard after school. I didn’t do much socializing, even with the other South African kids who were notorious trouble makers on campus.

I was safe that year. When I returned to campus for my second year, my comfortable lifestyle went to crap. About a week after I arrived, I went to check out the new nightclub that had opened during the summer. That’s where I saw him. Jason. Kissing another man. Another very bloody handsome man. Obviously I immediately left, and wallowed in self-pity for the next few week.

It was a Saturday when I picked up my phone, drunk as a skunk and seething with anger because I’d just about forgotten him, only to have him unceremoniously re-introduced into my life in the arms of any guy’s wet dream. Yes, life was a bitch and Johnny Walker was going to be my saviour. It was him! And he wanted to ‘meet up’…

It’s weird between us. We’ve sort of been seeing each other for six months now. He says we’re fuck buddies, so I don’t fight it. He comes over, we get each other off with our hands or mouths, and then he leaves. We only kiss when it’s sexual. He never kisses me when we’re done so I’ve never tried. It’s as if God is playing another joke on me. I get my dream man but with restrictions. I can touch and pleasure him, be pleasured by him… but I can’t get what I want. I can’t make love to him. Friends with benefits is a crappy idea.

We tried once. Sex, I mean. It was like fumbling with calculus for me… nothing worked. So we skipped that and stayed with what we’d been doing earlier. I wanted to try with me as the bottom. A recent incident ( I would call it an attack if I wasn’t so willing) with my classmate Di, left me positive that I would like it. Jason freaked out and refused. “I don’t want to hurt you. Please don’t ask me to.” And that was it. I was happy with whatever part of Jason I could get.

Tonight is a big step for me. He wants to introduce me to his friends. Anna was having a braii at her place and most of his friends would be there. He told me most of them were gay, and none of the guys from back home would be there, so I could be comfortable around them. When we pulled up to a huge house with a sprawling garden I tensed up a bit. I was from a well-off family, but life had taught me that most kids from that type of family were self-absorbed prats.

I calmed down a little when three young Great Danes came running up to us, as we got out of Jason’s 4×4. I liked dogs, and these were definitely being brought up a family dogs, not guards. Jason led me off a side of the house towards the back yard and I saw windows going up two stories, covering a miniature inner courtyard and living room. Hmm… this place reminded me of a house I’d been to in SA. He left me by the pool and walked over to a cooler to get two beers as I took in my surroundings.

As I turned to the house I saw a tall red-head with a huge floppy summer hat and ludicrously high heels step out of the glass doors. And were those pants leather? In this heat? She walked up to me, stopped and put her hands on her hips. A smile crossed my face. She reminded me of my mum when she was about to tell us off.

She lifted her black hat off her face and pulled off her sunglasses, ” You. What are you doing here?”

“Di?” Oh Jesus. This was going to be one hell of a party. I took in a avşa escort deep breath, ” I was invited. What are you doing here?”

“I live here…”

If I wasn’t nervous and embarrassed enough as it was, Jason walked up to us, slid his arm around my waist, handing me a beer. He flashed his sexy grin at Di, oblivious to the shocked look on her face and said, ” Sweetie, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Gavin. Gav, this is my best-friend and favourite cousin, Anna.”

I thought I was going to throw up. Not only had he unknowingly thrown me out of the closet head first, he called me his boyfriend for the first time. Oh, and the fact that my Di ( the girl I was intending to sleep with so I would know how to do it when I tried with Jason again, eventually), was his best friend, whom I know he talked about me with. Yes, my book of secrets had just been spewn in ‘Anna’s’ face. Her face went from shock to botox calm. Grabbing Jason’s arm she directed him to the kitchen with a smile and a few words to fetch the rest of the party who had arrived. As he walked off she gave me a ‘stay’ look and we both waved at him as he happily trod over the lawn away from us.

” You. Come.” she said, pointing her finger accusingly before whipping her hat off and heading for a wooden bench in a corner of the garden which was secluded from the pool and braii patio. ” Sit and be quiet.” she instructed. My numb brain just followed orders. She’s going to tell everyone I know. I just feel it.

After walking to and fro for a whole minute, me looking at her like a student waiting for my punishment from the headmaster, ” Gavin Naidoo, I can’t believe you, you little shit!” Did she just call me a … ” Don’t you dare talk until I’m done! What the fuck were you thinking? Cheating on Jay? With a woman? Are you Out. Of. Your. Mind! He’s the most loving person I know, and you! You intend on breaking his heart? I’m going to kick your ass, then I’m gonna have my brothers kick it again!”

Huh? This isn’t the Di I know. And wait… she said break his heart… Could that mean?

Yes! Yes! Yes! Jason loves me.

Me! I had a ridiculous grin plastered all over my face, my mind having forgotten the earlier stress and embarrassment. Jason. Loves. Me! Di was looking down at me expecting an answer and frowned.

” A smile? Are you kidding me? You have no right to be happy with yourself!” she screamed.

Jason came around the bougainvillea bush and looked at Di. ” Would you mind telling me why you’re screaming your head off at my boyfriend?” Di turned to look at him and froze, unable to answer him. “We could hear you all the way in the bloody kitchen. Anne?” She covered her mouth with her hand and looked at me. I was still smiling like a fool and Jason looked at me as if I’d just fallen out of a tree. “Babe, are you okay?”

“You love me.” I blurted it out before I could stop myself. Once I had said it I smiled even more. It sounded good.

” Huh?” He moved closer to me and kneeled in front of me, he reached out and touched my cheek, looking into my eyes with a look of concern on his face. ” What did you say babe? I didn’t hear.”

I couldn’t help myself. I hopped off the bench and threw myself into his arms, throwing him to the ground under me. I sought out his lips with mine. Licking and sucking his pouty lips before he realized what I was doing. He wrapped his arms around me and opened his mouth, flicking out his tongue. Tasting my mouth as my tongue danced around in his, trying to caress each corner, trying to drink out his essence. His love.

He pulled away and smiled up at me with a questioning look in his eyes.

Oh, yes. I’ve been acting like an idiot. I giggled and planted a soft kiss on his lips before saying, ” I love you too.” The look of shock on his face made me wonder if I should have told him.

” H… How did you know?” Di coughed and shrugged from her perch on the bench. ” Oops?”

” You love me? I … uh… How long?” I pulled my weight onto my elbows to keep from crushing him. I felt my face heat up. “Umm… I’ll tell you later. It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Jay, why don’t you take Gav to yours for a while. We don’t want the rest of the boys getting excited before dinner. Then when you’re done you can both come and explain yourselves, okay?” she was sipping on my beer and looking at us with a soft, maternal smile and a frown.

Jason

I pushed Gavin into my room and kicked the door shut with a loud slam. I pushed my shirt off my shoulders and pulled him to me. My body was hungry for him. My hands swam over his taught muscles as I kissed him. Slower this time, less rushed than a while before. I wanted to know what it was like to kiss him slow. Savour his lips, smell him, feel my tongue glide over his. My hands moved on their own, my mind concentrated on exploring his beautiful mouth.

I leaned into him and pushed him down onto the sofa. As I pulled off his vest I looked into ayvalık escort his eyes and saw his desire. This look was different from the ones I knew. Before, lust filled his eyes, now he looked vulnerable, even a little scared. I undressed him slowly, as he sat and watched me. He didn’t know what to expect. I pulled off the remainder of my clothes less carefully and pulled him up.

I steered him towards my bed and grabbing hold of his hips, I showed him that I wanted him to lie down. I moved onto him, my cock rubbing against his and leaned into him, slipping an arm under his back. I looked into his chocolate eyes and whispered, ” I want you to make love to me.” I felt free. Open, no longer scared he would leave me or block me out if I told him how I felt and what I wanted.

He pulled me down to him and licked and sucked my lips. I felt his tongue caressing my lips and pushing past. I opened my mouth and let him pull me into a sensuous, slow kiss and breathed in deeply. I felt my body melt into his and became more aware of our rock hard cocks gliding between our bodies, slick with our precum. I rubbed my hips in a circular motion, stroking his thighs with my hands, I wanted to feel more. I felt his moan before I heard it. His chest vibrating under mine, and a low deep rumbling invaded my senses as he moved his hands to my ass, pushing my groin harder into his.

Oh god, it felt good. His strong hands forcefully massaging my ass, pulling my cheeks apart before pushing them together. I broke the kiss as I felt him move his legs up to straddle my grinding hips. The heat and moisture that had formed between our bodies heightened my senses further. I could feel his smooth long cock on my belly, and as his legs shifted to hold me in between his rotating thighs like a vice, I could feel his smooth balls rub against mine.

His eyes were closed and he was covered in a light sheen of sweat. His head thrown back and hips lips wet with the saliva from licking his lips. I lifted my upper body on to my arms so I could see our cocks moving. He was holding on to me so forcefully I couldn’t see much, so I leaned in and licked his nipple. Flick, bite, suck, lick. He was moaning. Deep sexy groans I could feel through my lips. A slow burning began to grow in my groin and I could feel I was going to cum if we kept it up. I licked and kissed my way up to his collar bone, which I laved in saliva, leaving wet skin behind. He pulled harder and arched his back pushing his ass up, a finger touched my pucker and swirled around. It sent an electric shock through my body, my back arching of its own accord.

“Uh… Oh… god… Mmm… Gav, we need… to… stop.” I panted. His palms left my ass and moved up my body and neck until he cupped my face in his hands, ” What’s wrong?” Confusion and hurt emanated through his eyes.

Gavin

It was wonderful. His slow, drugging kisses, his caresses, his weight on my body. His thick cock wetting mine with his precum. The way he kissed me almost without pause. It was as if it was our first time together… discovering each others’ bodies and mouths. His round, strong bum in my hands. It was a sensory overload, but I revelled in it. In him.

“Uh… Oh… god… Mmm… Gav, we need… to… stop.” I froze. When I looked into his eyes I knew that he didn’t really want to. I let my hands glide up his smooth, permanently tanned body and held his face in them.

” What’s wrong?” Please God, don’t let him really want to stop. Maybe the kissing and confession of love was too much for him? Don’t let me have screwed up…

He leaned into me and rubbed my neck with his cheek, his stubble was ticklish and I wriggled my hips a bit. He licked and bit my earlobe. That’s a good sign right? ” When we started, I told you I wanted you to make love to me…” His voice was rough and his breath as he spoke, sent shivers down my spine. I pulled him into my arms and pushed us over to lay on our sides as I plunged into his moist mouth.

I have never been this turned on in my life. Ever! He is attacking my mouth with his tongue, assaulting my tongue with his lips. His hands are roaming over my body. I’m saturated with his smell, touch, moans, skin. I want to be inside him. I make a move to shift down lower his body. He grabs my shoulders and shoves me onto my back.

He’s taking control back. I like when he’s in control. His lithe body covers mine, he straddles my hips with his strong, long hips. Taking hold of my arms forcefully, he lifts them above my head. His green eyes pierce me with an unbelievably sinful dose of raw lust. Oh God. I can’t stop moaning… I’m going to come soon. He lowers his face and forcefully kisses me. Yes, my man is conducting my body, and I’m letting him play me like a violin because now I know there won’t be any boundaries. The walls that surrounded our sex lives had just crashed down. Yes.

I was squirming and moaning under him like a slut as he nuzzled my neck bafra escort and mouthed the weak spot behind my ear. “Ungh… yes…” I was so deep in the throes of passion that I only realized that Jason’s ass was hovering over my dick, his pucker twitching on my head, when he tried to push down.

” No. Stop.” I pushed his shoulders to lift him off me. He wouldn’t let me and looked up into my face. ” Please don’t ask me to stop. Not now.” He looked angry and desperate, but his voice was pleading. I understood how he had taken my words. I lifted my head and kissed his rough cheek. ” No, I meant that I want to do this differently. Trust me okay?” I kissed his plump lips and he moaned “uh-hmm”.

I pulled him into me and flipped us over on the bed so that I was on top. I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw the confused and concerned look on his face. ” Don’t worry,” I said, leaning down to do what I had dreamt of so many times. I explored his body with my tongue and lips. I sucked, kissed, scrapped with my teeth and nails. His smooth chest, his hard nipples, – he moaned here loudly – his belly button – I tongue fucked it, imagining it was my cock in his channel-, the ridges that defined his pecs – when I was done, wet and shiny with my saliva. I rubbed my face in his trimmed pubic hair, taking in his manly scent, licked my tongue near the base of his throbbing 7 inch cock, just so that I could see the wetness of my spit on it. Mmm…

I moved in between his thighs and paid attention to his heavy balls. I licked and ran my lips over the smooth, velvety skin that covered his orbs. I was loving his smell. Even though he’d showered before we came over, I could smell his manliness under the spicy scent of the soap. I groaned, pulling one orb into my mouth, gently swirling it around before I moved to the next one. I felt his hands on my hair, trying to pull my mouth back up to his hard shaft.

I lifted my head and smiled at the perfect view. My man’s smooth body covered in sweat, his chest heaving, him up on one elbow staring at me with a perplexed and annoyed expression. Oh God, it is possible that a guy can look cute and sexy all at once? ” Our first time is gonna last longer than five minutes, so lie back, don’t complain and enjoy okay?” Before he could answer I leaned down and licked him. From the tip of his cock, down the underside, to his balls, moving them apart with my tongue… lower, lower, lower. Lifting his hips, cupping his ass in my hands and pulling him up, curving his back, until I got to his beckoning pucker, and then on. Mmm, licking is nice. I should do it more often.

He was moaning, telling me that he was going to cum, the second I touched his hole. Mmm, soft skin, I like his smell. I moved in and spread his cheeks to better reveal the object of many a fantasy of mine and tentatively licked. Long and slow. I could feel his pucker twitch as I dragged my tongue over it. ” Ah, fuck… baby, uh, I’ hmmm gonna cum.

No, you aren’t. “Oomph! Oh my God! What the fuck was that?” He’d lifted himself up on his arms and was looking at me with a shocked expression. I couldn’t help but laugh. Again. I seriously need to stop laughing during sex. I moved up over him, and smiling down, ” I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t come yet. Don’t worry, I didn’t do anything permanent.” And laughed again at how wide his green eyes were open. Leaning down to kiss him I grabbed a pillow, let go of his sinful mouth, winked and moved down his alluring body once more.

I went back to the job at hand and played with his ass. I played with my tongue, with my fingers, my lips… It was ridiculous. I’d imagined myself down here but I never thought I’d be mesmerized by an actual ass. And again I giggled. Thank goodness Jason was a moaner, otherwise I would have to explain my laugh and die of embarrassment. I was doing to him what Di had done to me with her mouth and hands. I was exploring him the way I had explored myself until I could get a small part of the almost painful arousal I had felt, back.

I was so lost in my experimentation and the feelings of his body reacting to my touch that I didn’t hear him until he sat up and pushed me away roughly. ” Damn you Gavin! Stop making me wait. You’re killing me…” he handed me a tube of lube and tried to roll himself over onto his stomach. I grabbed his hips forcefully and pulled his thighs up, hooking my arms behind his knees, and putting my full weight on top of my man’s body.

His initial look of surprise evolved into one of mischief and I could see more sparkly grey in his green eyes. He humped his ass against me and rubbed my cock. “Ooooh, Fuck!” I had been so lost in him that I had almost forgotten my cock, which was now pulsing. “Oh God…” I’ve never been this hard. He pulled my lips to his and devoured my mouth, biting down on my lips almost painfully, and then sucking my tongue into his mouth, making me fuck his mouth with it.

I pulled the cap off the tube and squeezed some onto my fingers. It was warm. Ask about that later. And moved them down to his quivering hole. I covered his hole and balls with it, massaging it around before I got more to coat my hard cock. I pushed Jay back into the pillows and shifted my hips lower, bringing my cock closer to his pucker.

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Although Dwayne had just covered my face, hair and bathtub with cum, he was becoming erect again. My wrists and ankles were still cuffed, my mouth still taped shut and filled with Dwayne’s liquid-filled/-encrusted jock strap. Despite the circumstances, I was hard and anticipating what would happen next. Given the strengthening of Dwayne’s veiny shaft, I had a sense it would be something sexually enjoyable.

“Get out of the tub, Rory,” Dwayne commanded. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Mmmm,” I grumbled. Didn’t this dumbass realize I was still covered in his piss and nut? I had no intention of getting out without cleaning first. I kept my apartment fastidiously tidy and I didn’t want it to get dirty either. From the frowning look on Dwayne’s face, I gathered he had other plans.

“I said to get the fuck out of the fucking tub, Rory! Move your ass now!”

Humiliated and wet, I stood up. Dwayne grabbed my arm and began to pull on me. Although I was disgusted to be doing this, I glanced down and saw that Dwayne’s dick was still rock hard. Pre-cum began to gather on the head of his penis. I felt dizzy with desire. Dwayne must have had a sense of this because he smiled cockily at me. He narrowed his eyes, taking on that devilish look again. He stared at me and then smeared his hand down my cum- and piss-covered face.

“Heh heh,” he chuckled. He pulled the duct tape slightly down from my mouth to expose more of the jockstrap. He took a finger from his other hand, wiped it in the piss/cum on his hand, and then wiped it on the strap. He then turned the strap around in my mouth so that the liquids landed on my tongue, combining with my saliva.

“Not bad, huh?” he asked. “There’s more where that came from. But I guess your perverted ass knew that when you stared at my dick. You like this, Rory?” he asked as he pointed at his wet, throbbing penis.

With my mouth still filled with the jockstrap, I couldn’t answer. I spat it out, figuring Dwayne would want me to respond with words.

“Yes,” I said, hoping it would make Dwayne happy. Instead, his face became enraged.

“Who the fuck told you you could do that? Who?! Who?!” Dwayne grabbed the fallen jockstrap, shoved it back in my mouth and resealed the duct tape.

“That was a fucking stupid move, Rory! You’re going to pay for that!” Dwayne pulled me fully out of the bathtub and dragged me into the adjoining kitchen. He dragged me around to the corner where I kept my cats’ food and water and pushed on my head. I was forced again into the kneeling position. Dwayne grabbed my chin, stabilizing my head and spat on my face once, then again, then again.

“Bad decision, Rory! Bad fucking decision! Now get on the fucking ground!” Dwayne put his hand on my head again and pushed me down. While descending, I noted that he was harder than before and pre-cumming with greater intensity. I wondered whether my provocation had actually turned him on. Hmm…I would have to test that theory out further. I began to squirm a bit and resist Dwayne’s pressure.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Rory?! I have the control. The power here is mine and I want you on the fucking ground. You’re really going to get it now.” I looked up at Dwayne’s dick and, sure enough, saw that the pre-cum had started to drip down. Perfect. My hypothesis was proven correct. Disobedience was an aphrodisiac for him, whether his words stated so or not. I began to think of other things I could do to provoke him.

In the meantime, Dwayne had run to the fridge. He scanned it quickly and then pulled out a can of beer. He took a swig of it and then walked back to me. He put his foot to the back of my head and applied weight so I had no choice but to descend to the ground. Once there, Dwayne arranged my head so I was facing the cat food. Bits of it were on the ground, close to my face. I began to sense a fishy smell when, all of a sudden, beer landed on my face! I looked up and saw Dwayne grinning. That fucker had spit beer on me! I began to squirm. This was disgusting! I was rewarded with an even greater amount of brew on my face.

“This shit isn’t bad,” Dwayne said. “Do you want a taste?” Huh? What was he talking about? Was he being serious? My eyes began to crinkle in disbelief.

“Yeah, I’m for real. I’ll let you have some.” Weird. I didn’t expect this softening but couldn’t complain. I had bought the beer so I obviously liked it. Dwayne bent down and loosened the duct tape around my mouth again. He pulled out the jockstrap and threw it to the side. I lifted my head up in expectation of the beer.

“What the fuck are you keçiören escort doing? You think I’m going to give you beer from the can? Ok. I will. But first, you’re going to take what I gave you already.”

“I don’t get it, Dwayne,” I said. “The only beer you ‘gave’ me is on the ground and is probably combined at this point with some of your piss and cum.”

“Yeah, no shit. You figured that out quickly. Now start licking it up.”

“No fucking way am I doing that. That’s nasty. I would be drinking it off the floor!”

“You’re pretty good at stating the obvious. I don’t give a fuck that it’s on the ground. I told you to lick it up. And that’s what you’re going to do.”

“No.”

“What did you just say?!”

“No. Drinking beer off of the ground is gross. I haven’t cleaned this floor in a week. It isn’t happening. It…”

Whack! Dwayne’s hand had careened down and smacked my ass.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Rory?! How many times do I have to tell you that I give the orders. You obey. That!” Whack! “Is!” He hit my ass again. “All!” For a fourth time, Dwayne’s hand spanked me. Even through my sweatpants and underwear, I was in pain. I had a sense he would be leaving marks. Fuck. I guess I had only one option…

“Ok. I’ll do it.”

“Good.”

Although handcuffed and shackled, I still had some mobility so I got on my hands and knees. I regrettingly dipped my head down and began licking up the beer/piss/cum combination. Luckily, Dwayne had only taken two swigs so it didn’t take me long to consume the liquid. I finished in about two minutes, thanks in large part to the decency of my beer choice. Once done, I kept my head down, waiting for Dwayne to tell me what to do next.

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting.”

“Waiting for what?”

“Waiting for your instructions, Dwayne.”

“What did you say?”

“Waiting for your instructions.”

I looked up, my eyes meeting his throbbing dick. I guess seeing my humiliation had really turned Dwayne on. His pre-cum began dripping off of his dick and pooling on the ground beside my head.

“Excellent response. You’re learning. Good. First, lick up that pre-cum then lie down on your back. I’m going to give you a present.”

I did as Dwayne said. I gladly (compared to what I had had to drink before) licked up the slightly salty pre-cum then awkwardly flipped over onto my back. Once prone, I looked up to see Dwayne’s hanging, throbbing dick. Pre-cum was again beginning to pool on the tip and drip down on me, drop by drop.

“We’re going to have a beer together,” Dwayne announced. “Like I said, this shit isn’t so bad so I want to share it with you.”

“Thanks,” I said. “How exactly is that going to work out, though?”

“Wait and see,” Dwayne said. “Wait and see. First, though, I’ll need to take this shirt off. What do you think about that?”

“I think that I’d like that. All I saw of you initially on the app was your chest so I’d love to see it in person.”

“Would you? Well, you’re about to. Not necessarily because you want to see it but more because it will make our beer sharing exercise much easier.” I looked up at him quizzically as he pulled his shirt over his head. As expected, his chest was near perfection, at least in my book. His nipples, heretofore invisible, were dark half-dollars and displayed themselves proudly and erectly. His chest was lightly covered with dark curly hair, particularly in the area below his belly button and above his dick. Seeing his exposed upper body for the first time really solidified why I had been making such a fool of myself. The view justified my actions, even licking the beer off of the floor. I wonder what it would be like to suck those nipples, to nestle myself within his treasure trail, to suck the pre-cum out of his dick. Delicious.

“What are you thinking about?” Dwayne asked.

“You. And how I much I want you.”

“That’s cool. I’m going to give you some soon. But first, our beer.” Dwayne positioned himself so that his feet straddled my head. His penis was directly above me. I was still confused how we were going to “share” a beer with me lying on the ground.

“Open your mouth,” Dwayne commanded as he took a swig of beer. I obeyed and looked up as I saw the beer begin to dribble out of his mouth. It passed down his chin, between his pecs and stomach, wet his treasure trail and then flowed down his penis. Once at the head, the beer mixed with the pooling pre-cum before falling three feet onto my lips and into my mouth.

“How does that taste?”

“Pretty küçükçekmece escort fucking good,” I said.

“That’s good to hear. Let me take off the rest of these clothes now.” He removed everything, exposing hairy legs and low-hanging balls. God, I wished I hadn’t been cuffed so I could do what I wanted to with Dwayne. Alas, I was stuck. I suppose I could have asked permission for removal but my ass still hurt from saying “no” so I didn’t want to take any risks. Plus, it got a lot worse than getting beer from a dick fountain. I looked up to see what would happen next.

“Keep it open.” Dwayne said as he stuck his right big toe in my mouth. He took another swig of beer and let it drip out again, but this time to the right side. The beer flowed down his neck, wetting his right nipple, torso, leg and foot. The beer flowed into my mouth again, but this time via Dwayne’s toe. He then drank and repeated the process on the left. The procedure made both sides of his chest wet and his nipples hard and shiny. I wanted to suck them so badly. They were swollen with liquid and desperately needing nursing.

Dwayne must have again understood my longing. “Let’s switch it up a bit. What do you think?”

“Are you offering me an choice of what I want?”

“Heh, heh. Never. But I’ve been watching you and I think we may both want the same thing. And, if not, oh well.” With me still on the ground and cuffed, Dwayne bent down and placed his knees on the ground on both sides of me. His low-hanging balls now grazed my chest and his dick throbbed with excitement, pooling between my pecs with pre-cum. Glancing up, I could see his dark, erect nipples as he brought the beer to his mouth again.

“Let’s try this.” Dwayne bent forward so that I could almost suckle his nipples. Holding the beer in his right hand, he slowly poured the liquid over his right nipple. Wet with the liquid, he used his nipple as an avenue to drip the beer into my mouth. His chest was inches away from me. The beer flowed down my throat as he alternated between right and left nipple. Everytime I tried to raise my head to suck, he pulled away. He was apparently intentionally keeping me from nursing him. Yet the beer kept flowing into my mouth.

“Pucker,” he commanded. I did as he asked and was rewarded for my obedience. “No sucking,” he told me as he grazed first his right nipple, then his left over my lips. I could feel their goodness against me. I was so tempted to open my mouth and pull one in but was scared of the consequences. My ass still hurt from my previous spanking. But resistance was futile. I accepted that I might be punished again for my actions and went forth gladly. The next time his right nipple grazed my lips, I opened up and pulled him inside me. I sucked and bit quickly, knowing I would likely be castigated. I looked up at Dwayne’s face and knew that I was right.

“You have an inability to follow simple rules, Rory!” he exclaimed. “I give you what you want and you take advantage. For that, you will pay.”

“But all I did was suck your nipple!”

“Shut the fuck up! I told you no sucking and you did exactly that. Like I said, you’ll pay for your disobedience!”

“How…” I attempted to speak but was cut off. Dwayne had retrieved the saturated jockstrap and stuffed it back into my mouth. I attempted to spit it out but was met with duct tape around my head again, sealing it in.

“Mmmm! Mmmm!” I exclaimed as Dwayne flipped me onto my stomach. As the cat food came into view again, I knew that I had gone too far. I was pretty sure what my punishment was going to be and hoped for a modicum of gentleness. I prepared for another spanking by firming my ass up and closing my eyes.

I began to wince instinctively in anticipation, waiting to be smacked. Instead, I heard Dwayne walking around my kitchen, opening drawers. What was he doing? What was he looking for? I lay pensive as he continued to dig through my kitchen. After a minute or so, he pulled something out of a drawer. I tried to think of what he had taken but I soon felt his left hand push my head against the floor. As I descended into the ground, I heard a cutting noise. He had taken scissors, apparently, but what exactly was he tearing apart? My wondering soon came to a close as I felt the scissor blade graze against my ass. I realized soon enough that he had cut through both my sweatpants and underwear! I now knew what he was planning and squeezed my ass cheeks together in anticipation. He wasn’t going to enter without a fight.

“I see what you’re doing there, Rory,” kurtköy escort Dwayne said. “It’s not going to work. You’re going to be punished for your disobedience whether you like it or not. You can try and resist. Go ahead.”

Hah! If Dwayne thought his dick was entering my asshole, he was truly dreaming. Through past lovers, I had learned I was legendarily tight. Remembering my Kegels, I began pulling in around the pubic region. Dwayne would not get through this barrier. His perverted self would have to find another way of getting off.

His left hand still pushing down on my head, Dwayne used his other hand to take another swig of beer. He swished the beer around in his mouth for a few seconds then spat it out onto his dick. He rubbed the beer/spit combination up and down his shaft and then began to push it against my ass. I was still resisting, though I was becoming curious as to what the “lube” Dwayne had concocted would feel like inside me. I wondered if it would be possible to get tipsy from having alcohol inside your ass. Hmm…

Wham! I felt Dwayne’s dick begin to penetrate me. While in thought, I had apparently unwittingly relaxed a bit. I tried to tighten again and resist but I could tell that the head of Dwayne’s dick was already inside me.

“Heh, heh. I told you your attempts to keep me out were futile. Submit to me, Rory. You know you want this dick as much as I want to give it to you.”

“Mmmm! Mmmm!” I mumbled as Dwayne pushed himself further inside of me. The beer/spit worked surprisingly well as a lubricant. I could feel his dick stimulating my prostate and I got hard again. By the time Dwayne had inserted himself entirely, the pain I had experienced upon his entry was converting into pleasure. Despite my interest in keeping up the illusion that I wasn’t enjoying myself, that facade was becoming more difficult to sustain.

“Not so bad, huh, Rory?” Dwayne pulled out of me, created his beer/spit combination again and dribbled the liquid slowly onto his dick. He then pushed himself rapidly inside me again.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed as he began to pump up and down. “This ass is tight, Rory!”

“Mmmm! Mmmm!” I began to moan in pleasure. Dwayne might have been a sick pervert but he definitely knew how to fuck. I could feel his dick move in and out of me as I began to pre-cum. His back-and-forth fucking motions were rubbing my dick against my underwear in a particularly stimulating way. I could feel endorphins being released and had a sense I would probably be able to have an orgasm this way. Waves of pleasure began to wash over me and I stopped resisting Dwayne. I drifted into a rhythmic motion with him and could feel my dick come closer and closer to bursting.

“Fuck, Rory, this ass feels so good right now. You like this dick up inside you?” I nodded my head as my penis continued to rub against my underwear. I could feel cum beginning to fill my dick as it became harder. I was definitely going to ejaculate soon. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Rory, I’m getting close. I’m getting really close. This tight ass is making me cum! Fuck!” Dwayne continued to pump away furiously and his dick hardened within me. My eyes began to roll back and my lids closed slightly in response to the ecstatic way I was feeling. This was some really, really good sex. Some really, really good…

“Fuck, Rory! I’m about to give you this nut! You want it? You want it?” I nodded and stared back at Dwayne. His face let me know he was enjoying himself just as much as I was. I continued to rock back and forth and knew I was extremely close as well.

“Fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Dwayne pulled out of me and began to spray his milk over me. The first stream landed in my hair and face, the second on my upper back, the third on my lower back. Dwayne then re-entered me and I could feel the remainder ooze out into my ass. Dwayne finished ejaculating but remained hard. With him still inside me, I rubbed myself back and forth against the ground until I began to blast cum in my underwear. Stream after stream of semen filled up my briefs. Although I couldn’t see it, I knew that my cumshot had been especially intense. Emotionally, I felt absolutely euphoric, as though I were on some type of drug. I completed my orgasm and began to close my eyes.

“You falling asleep there, Rory? Why? Wait a minute – did you cum without my permission? Let me check.” Dwayne slipped his hand in my sweatpants and felt how wet and sticky they were. “Bad move, Rory. Bad move. I’ll have to teach you a lesson. As punishment, you’ll be sleeping right here on the floor tonight, cuffed and stuffed. As for me, I’ll take the bed.”

Dwayne pulled himself out of me and began to walk to my bedroom. Although it sucked I would have to stay on the ground for the night, I was worn out and still feeling high from my orgasm. I began to close my eyes again, content and curious as to what would occur next with Dwayne.

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I was nearing the end of the fourth group lesson on self-defense techniques at the store-front gym under the instruction of a heavily muscled Syrian wrestler named Anwar, when he took me aside and, after telling me he thought I’d make a natural wrestler, asked me if I’d like to stay after class and have him demonstrate some holds to me. I had admired his massive build—a bodybuilder’s barrel chest, huge arm and leg muscles, bulbous but firm butt, and tiny waist—and, although I was pretty well built myself, I figured if I could build up to anything like him by developing wrestling techniques, I was game to have a go at it. I saw how all the women students—and some of the men too—licked their lips when they took in his light-brown, hairy body and his rugged, yet handsome features.

So, I readily said yes and he directed me to a private mat-covered room behind the main class area and told me to wait until the gym had cleared from our class, which was the last scheduled one of the evening. I went into the back room and waited. I’d worked up quite a sweat during the class, so I stripped off my gym shirt and used it to towel off.

I was still rubbing myself when Anwar came into the room and closed and locked the door behind him. He had a small gym bag that he put down beside the door, and then he looked up at me and smiled a big smile.

“Nice,” he said, “Very, very nice. You look like you’re in really good shape.”

I started to pull my T-shirt back on, but he wasted no time in getting down to business, telling me that he could show me how my muscles should move in the wrestling holds if I was bare chested. He was wearing gym shorts himself and an athletic T with deep cuts at the neck and arm holes from which short, black curly hair blossomed.

At his command, we both took our gym shoes and socks off and went to the center of the mat, where, for the next forty-five minutes, he put me through a series of holds and falls that left me completely exhausted, while he’d hardly worked up a sweat. Half way through the workout, he’d shed his T, complaining of the heat, and I have to admit that our session of skin on skin was turning me on. I couldn’t hide from myself that I had fantasized about Anwar and his manly body and had formed some very unhealthy thoughts about him and me.

While he was putting me in a standing Full Nelson, with me barely able to even stand in exhaustion, I realized that I was turning him on as well. He had his powerful arms under my arm pits, holding my arms above my head and my body was leaning back into his chest. But farther down, I could feel a gigantic, hard cock running up the small of my back. I realized that we were just standing there, against each other, rocking back and forth, and for the first time, I felt his chest heaving and his breath turning raspy. I had dreamed about this and my interest seemed to convey to him without my making any intentional moves.

He buried his face into the small of my neck, and I felt his lips and teeth seeking out the carotid artery and kissing me there. His mustache was tickling my neck.

I started to give a weak objection, but I was surprised and exhausted, and confused—and his kiss and the friction of his cock up the small of my back were making my cock rise. I had never done it with a man before, but he had caught me so off guard, and our wrestling had built the sexual tension from something that was almost imperceptible to something that was almost consuming me, that my defenses were shattered.

Without losing his lip lock on my carotid artery, he slowly let my arms come down, and his massive hands went to my pecs and rubbed and pinched at my erect nipples. I involuntarily moaned for him, which he took as an invitation to explore farther, and one hand slowly ran down my ribs and belly and went across the cloth of my gym shorts and found my cock. I felt him take in air with apparent pleasure when he felt the measure of me.

I let my hands go around him and grab hold of his buttocks through the cloth of his gym shorts, pulling him into me as closely as his stiff cock between us would allow. His hand left his play with my nipple and raised and turned my head to him and we went into a deep kiss. It seemed no different from kissing a woman, but no woman had played with my body during a kiss like this. The hand he had at my pelvis moved up and under the waistband of my shorts and found and encircled my dick briefly. Then both hands were pushing silivri escort down my shorts, and I stepped out of them. His right hand went back to pulling at my dick, while his left hand fluttered all over my body. He came around me and kneeled and took my dick in his mouth and did marvelous things with his mouth and tongue. He was partially supporting me with his hands cupping my butt cheeks, but I collapsed in exhaustion and a serious case of the tremors, and a sank to the floor. He came down with me, taking me down in a slow fall and keeping my penis buried in his throat. I panted and moaned for him and, in the excitement of the first experience, came fairly quickly, down his throat.

It had been quite a pleasant and sexually stimulating experience, although it had been something that, only in my wildest fantasies I’d ever thought I’d do. But it had been so pleasant that I already was thinking of letting Anwar suck me off again sometime. I moved to get up and head for the showers, but I was soon to learn that the experience was not over.

When I started to rise, Anwar just laughed a hearty laugh and pushed me back down on the mat with a big hand on my belly. He moved to sucking and tonguing my balls and then his magic tongue, which I found to be a pleasant finish to having jacked off. But he then moved on down to my asshole, where he sucked and rimmed my ass with his tongue. I weakly tried to fight him as his tongue dug farther into my ass canal, but he just folded my thighs up against my torso and held me down with his strong hands. After a while I gave up to the pleasure of being tongue-fucked, deeper and deeper. I could feel my hole loosening and opening to him.

I lay there, weakly panting, as he stood and stripped off his gym shorts. His ram was huge and stood straight out from his body. I watched in fascination and horror as he took something from a pocket of his shorts, a condom packet, ripped it open with his teeth and slowly rolled a giant-sized condom onto his penis. He flashed me a broad and lascivious smile.

I got up on my feet as best I could and started scrabbling for the door. But he got to me before I reached it and slammed my chest up against the wall, knocking the breath out of me.

He held me against the wall with a strong hand to the back I screamed in pain as the head of his penis came up against my asshole. But then he let it slide down between my thighs, where he slowly dry fucked me. He found my mouth with the fingers of one hand and worked them between my lips.

“Here, get these good and wet,” he commanded, “You’ll be glad you did.”

I did as he directed, sucking on the three fingers in my mouth and moistening them up real well, while his dick tantalizingly worked its way between my thighs. It was a huge battering ram, and once, when it had come through below my own cock, his free hand went to them and held them together and than slowly pumped them. One of my hands involuntarily went there too, and I took the helmet of his cock between my fingers and let them glide around it and flick his piss slit. He shuddered and I could tell from the moan he gave out that I was pleasing him. I didn’t know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, however.

After a short while, he pulled his dick out from between my legs and he was back on his knees behind me, with, first, his tongue at my ass, and then those moistened fingers.

“God, you’re tight,” he commented, as I grunted and writhed in pain from his fingers probing inside my ass. “You haven’t done this before, have you?”

“No,” I grunted and made plain that I didn’t want to do it now either.

“Sweet,” he said. “It will take longer, but it will be more fun.”

He rose and turned away from me then and went over and rummaged around in his gym bag on the other side of the door. I just sank to the floor in fear and exhaustion. He was back with three sizes of rubber dildos and a bottle of lubricant, and I tried scrambling for the door. But Anwar was too quick and strong for me. He just lifted me, with an arm around my belly and pulled me out to the center of the room and flopped me on my back. He came down on his knees between my legs and once more started working my cock and balls with his magic mouth, tongue, and teeth. I lay pretty quietly, because I was really enjoying this part. His mouth worked its way back to my asshole, where he gently kissed and licked around my rim; all tuzla escort the time he was humming a gentle, calming tune. I flinched when his tongue darted into my asshole but relaxed when he immediately took it out and started gently kissing and tonguing up and down my inner thighs. His mustache brushed against my skin, giving a pleasant sensation. I tightened up again, when I felt his fingers at my asshole, but they were wet and cool. He was liberally applying the lubricant to my ass, and I could feel my hole opening to his attention. He probed ever deeper with a finger, which I had no trouble accommodating now. Another finger went in and then a third. His index finger found my prostate and rubbed up against it. I shuddered and arched my back and involuntarily reached for my engorged dick, feeling as if I was going to piss. I felt a tingling, pleasant sensation in my dick.

The fingers came out, and Anwar rose to his knees between my thighs and pulled me toward him, so that my buttocks rested on where his thighs met his knees. This elevated my pelvis toward him. His big, thick cock was waving around and rhythmically flopping against my own hand-sheathed cock. He lifted one of the dildos so that I could see it. It was only about four inches long, not any thicker than the three fingers he’d had in my ass already and curved up a bit at the tip. Other than that, it was shaped in the form of a man’s cock, complete with balls on the end.

“See this?” he asked, as he squirted lubricant on it and worked the liquid around on the surface of the cock. “This is how we begin. No more really than you’ve taken already. You felt pleased in your cock—your very nice cock, I might add—when my finger found your G-spot?”

“Yes,” I answered in a hushed tone.

“Well, this is going to give you so much pleasure there, you’re going to cum. I don’t want to rape you and give you only pain. But I’m going to do you; that much I’m sure you know and you can be sure of. Allah has brought me a handsome virgin, and I will have my pleasure with you. But we can do this with much pain for you or with a little pain but much pleasure. What I am holding in my hand is designed to give you only pleasure. You are open enough for this already and you’ve felt a taste of the pleasure. This will magnify that pleasure with no more pain. You will cum—probably not for the last time tonight. Just lay back, relax, stroke your cock until you cum, and let what will be, be.

So, leaving one hand encasing my cock, I relaxed on my back, and threw my arm over my face, ready to pretend I wasn’t there.

“No, no,” let me see your face,” Anwar said with a husky voice. “My pleasure is in seeing your pleasure and you pain mixed with pleasure.”

So, I looked into his eyes, as he spread my right leg up and out with his left hand, and I felt the dildo at my asshole, guided by his right hand. I felt full, as the smooth, rounded head of the dildo popped into my hole, but I felt no pain. And then, surprisingly enough, I felt my sphincter muscle actually draw the dildo in and my back arched again as the head of the dildo found my prostate. My eyes went to Anwar’s.

“Ah, good, we’ve found it, haven’t we? I can tell from the pleasure on your face.”

I couldn’t answer. I was processing the sensations in my ass channel and cock as Anwar rubbed the dildo head along my prostate. My finger felt sticky, and I realized that I was oozing precum.

“Remember to breath,” Anwar said huskily. “Relax and just let it be.”

I relaxed and found that I was sighing and moaning in pleasure. My dick engorged further and my hand fluttered all over my shaft and dick helmet in ever quickening rhythm to match the quickening rhythm of the rubbing of the dildo across my glans. I felt I was about to come, and Anwar must have felt that as well, because he took his hand off the dildo, and, with both hands, raised my buttocks up, slid his mouth down onto my cock, and took me in almost to the hilt. I came there inside his mouth. He licked up and down my shaft as he slowly pulled off of my dick.

“Ah, essence of virgin,” he said, a glitter in his eye. “There that was pleasurable, wasn’t it?”

My eyes and weak smile told him that I agreed. But my smile faded; as he lowered my buttocks back onto his thighs and lifted up a six-inch dildo with some thickness to it and thick veins running down the shaft. A wire I couldn’t figure out was running from the balls üsküdar escort end of it back to somewhere beside Anwar.

“Don’t look like that,” he admonished. “To accommodate me, it’s best that you adjust in stages. You would not like it much if I just force fucked you now with what I have. We are going slow just for you. I assure you that I’m ready to take you now. Which is it?”

“Slow, slow, please,” I whimpered, “If at all.”

“Spoken like a true virgin,” Anwar said and then gave a big, throaty laugh. “Slow it will be then.”

I watched in horror as he lathered up the six-inch cock and then flinched, as I felt it’s cool, wet head at my asshole. As with the four incher, Anwar slowly guided it in, with help from my sphincter, and he stopped at the prostate and rubbed back and forth, causing me to moan with pleasure again and to let the tension drain out of me. We’d been here before.

But then we were in new territory. The shaft was pushing deeper into me, filling me up, and causing sharp little pains. I grunted and moaned below him.

“Breath, breath,” Anwar instructed. “And look at me. Open your eyes; keep your eyes on mine.” I opened my eyes, and then screamed and arched my back as the shaft went farther in.

“No, no, don’t fight it, my virgin. It’s almost all in. I can feel you opening to it. You can do it. There, there, you’ve taken six inches. We’ll rest.”

He lifted my torso to him then and his lips found mine. I felt my ass passage loosening, and the pain lessened as the sensations of pleasure at his kiss overtook the feeling in my ass canal. His lips left mine, and my head arched back as he nuzzled his mouth into my neck and kissed and licked his way around my neck. He found the throbbing carotid arteries on either side of my neck and sucked and nipped those to my great pleasure. But I involuntarily yelped again and grabbed the muscles of his back and squeezed as he started to move the dildo around inside me, first short strokes in and out and then back and forth, encouraging my canal walls to widen, and then rotating around so that I could feel the veins of the cock massaging my ass wall. This helped open me up and I wasn’t feeling any pain anymore. And then longer strokes in and out. I could feel my cock coming alive again, and it was brushing against his erect staff. I reached down and encased both cocks, and he sighed and his mouth traveled down to my nipples, as I arched my back away from him.

But then I felt the dildo inside me enlarging. “Oh god, no, I whimpered.”

“Yes, we must,” Anwar whispered back to me. “I’m more than nine inches. If you are going to take me without pain, we must do this. I’m ready now. This is for you. The shaft is mechanized. You’ll take it; you’ll see. And you’ll enjoy it. It will give you something I can’t give you with this condom on. It will bathe you inside as Allah intended. It will take you completely as a virgin.”

“No, no, no,” I whimpered, as the dildo inside me grew in length and width and began to pulsate. “No, no,” I whispered. But this changed into. “Yes, oh yes, o-h-h-h, God, yes!” as the dildo pulsated more rapidly, dug a little deeper, pushed a little harder again my ass walls. I started flopping around under Anwar, and he raised back up and pinned me down on the mat with a big hand on my belly. He was laughing, sharing my enjoyment. And then the dildo ejaculated, spewing warm liquid up my ass channel. I flopped back on the mat and arched my head back and screamed. “Oh God, yes; I had no idea.”

But I froze as I opened my eyes and looked up. Answer was kneeling there with a big grin on his face and a big thick dildo waving around in his hand that must have been twelve inches long.

“Oh God, no,” I yelled. “You’ll split me with that. You’ll kill me.”

“You’ve taken eight inches already,” Anwar said with a grin. “I didn’t tell you how much over nine inches I was when I’m fully erect. And with a virginal beauty like you, I’m going to be fully erect.

“No,” I repeated and tried to rise. But my efforts were futile. Still grinning, Anwar backhanded me across the face, with both surprised and dazed me more than hurt me. I fell back on the floor, and the mechanized dildo slid out to be replaced almost immediately by another ram that stretched me to the limit again and it moved in and up me. My struggling and writhing only helped the rod on its journey up my ass canal. Anwar’s hands had grabbed a hold of my hips on both sides and he was holding my pelvis in place, not minding what the rest of my body was doing as long as he could hold my ass steady.

It was then that I realized that Anwar wasn’t guiding a dildo. Both of his hands were on my hips. It was Anwar himself who was inside me, not a dildo.

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Sequel to “The First Date”

*****

It was raining on the way to the movie. It came out of nowhere and it hit us like a hammer. Luckily, we were safe and dry in his red Focus. I looked over at him, and looked him over. He was concentrating on the road because the rain was coming down harder. I smiled softly before looking down the street, seeing that we were pulling into the parking lot.

“Are you excited to see the movie?” He asked me. I smiled and nodded at him.

“Oh, yeah. I heard it’s really good.” I said back to him as he pulled into a parking space. “Do you have an umbrella?” I looked over at him. He turned off the car and looked over at me, shaking his head with a soft smile.

“No, we’re gonna have to run for it.” He told me. I sighed and nodded, smiling softly.

“Well, alright. I’ll race you.” I told him with a grin. I quickly undid my seatbelt before jumping out of the car and running for the door. I heard his door close as he chased after me. I giggled to myself as I made my way through the rain. I grabbed the door handle and swung the door open, jumping inside the theater.

“I won, I won!” I smiled widely and turned around, seeing him make his way inside after me. He shared the smile with me as he nodded at me.

“Yeah, I’d say you did.” He smiled at me as he pushed his wet hair out of his face. I smiled softly back at him, sighing quietly. I thought he was so beautiful, the way that the rain ran down his face and made his clothes stick to his lean body. I felt my cheeks flush as my eyes started to gaze over his body, quickly turning away from him.

“L-let’s go see that movie, shall we?” I said quietly, quickly walking over to the counter. I heard him follow behind me.

“You alright? We don’t have to see this.” He said as we stood in front of the counter. I looked at him and shook my head.

“No, I want to see this. I’m just, uh, cold, is all.” I said, pushing my hair back behind my ear. He only nodded, stepping forward towards the clerk. I watched him as he paid for our tickets and grabbed the popcorn. I took the popcorn from him, sliding my fingers against his. He smiled halkalı escort at me before following him to the ticket minder.

“Your show is in the theater to the far right. Please enjoy your movie.” The ticket minder told us, smiling at us as we both thanked him and walked to the theater that he had said. Walking inside, we saw that it was empty besides a pair of people at the front of the room.

“Let’s sit back here.” He told me, pointing over to one of the last rows. I stared at him for a moment before nodding.

“Alright, that’s fine.” I said before walking over to the row and sitting against the wall. He sat beside me, grabbing the popcorn and placing it in his lap. I smiled softly at him before looking up at the screen as the commercials started. It wasn’t long after that before the movie had started.

We both sat quietly as the movie played, laughing when it was appropriate. It was about halfway through the movie when I heard him yawn and glanced over to see him stretch his arm closest to me up in the air. My body stiffened slightly; I knew exactly what he was about to do. Very slowly, he lowered his arm down around my shoulders, his hand resting on my far shoulder. I bit my lip softly as I glanced over at him. He was looking over at me, almost asking me for permission with his gaze. I blushed in the dark and slowly nodded, resting my head on his shoulder.

I slowly relaxed against him, munching on some popcorn as we watched the movie play on. That’s when I noticed that he wasn’t grabbing any popcorn. Glancing back up at him, I realized he was chewing gum. I bit my lip again as I stared at the screen. He must have slipped it into his mouth when I wasn’t looking. That could mean only one thing…

I slowly sat back up again, feeling my cheeks burn after understanding what his intentions were. He looked at me with concern, mouthing the words “Are you alright?” I nodded my head and looked back at the movie. But it had suddenly turned for the worse. On the screen, the main characters had started a make out session. I blushed fiercely and looked away from the screen, squirming slightly içerenköy escort in my seat; I couldn’t stand watching straight couples kiss and do other things. I felt him lean towards me and he whispered quietly in my ear.

“I heard it gets worse than this… Would you like to leave?” I heard him whisper. I looked at him. I could smell the spearmint on his breath.

“Only if you’re okay with it…” I whispered back. He nodded and stood up, holding his hand out to me. I took his hand and stood up, following him out of the theater. Outside, the rain had gotten worse. We both stood by the doors, an air of silence falling between us. I cleared my throat and looked at him.

“I’m sorry. It makes me uncomfortable to watch that kind of stuff.” I told him bashfully. He only shrugged and squeezed my hand softly.

“It’s no biggie. I heard it pretty much turns into a porno after that.” He told me. I nodded and looked outside. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he had intended to do. I knew that if we hadn’t left, he would have done it. I bit my lip softly as I thought about it, lost for a second before he shook my hand. I quickly looked at him as he repeated what he said.

“I’m gonna run out and get the car, okay? So stay here.” He said softly, staring at me with those intense eyes. I stared back at him, nodding slowly. He barely smiled before letting go of my hand and quickly running out into the rain towards the car. I watched him, thinking about how cold my hand felt without his. I sighed and leaned against the door frame, seeing the red Focus pull up in front of the theater. I bit my lip before running out into the rain and ducking into the car.

He was just as wet as I was, but he pulled it off. His shirt clung to his body around the arms and shoulders and it made me crazy. I shivered slightly as I buckled into my seat, but I wasn’t cold. With a silent look, he drove out of the parking lot and started towards home. I sighed quietly to myself, staring out the window. Deep inside, I didn’t want him to take me home and I felt ready for what he had intended to do.

“Hey, why don’t you kartal escort stop by the park? It looks beautiful in the rain.” I told him, looking over at him. He looked at me before smiling softly and nodding. We drove in silence the rest of the way, staring out the window the whole time. By the time we made it to the park, the parking lot was empty of cars. I took a deep breath as he parked the car and turned on the heat.

“It’s getting pretty cold in here, huh?” He said, glancing over at me. I nodded, rubbing my hands over my arms. It was getting kind of cold.

“Yeah, it is… Maybe, um, you could warm me up?” I said quietly, glancing over at him. I could feel my cheeks start to burn as I felt him stare back at me.

“Yeah? And how could I do that?” I watched him scoot slightly closer in his seat, noticing that his seatbelt was off. I bit my lip softly, leaning a little towards him. I turned so I could stare at him fully, placing my hands on the arm rest.

“I could think of a few ways.” I grinned slightly, my heart beating quickly in my chest. He leaned towards me, his breath against my face. I stared into his beautiful eyes, lost for a moment.

“Is this one way…?” He asked quietly. He then leaned forward the rest of the way, his lips touching mine. I shivered and softly returned the embrace, closing my eyes as I nodded slightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we deepened the kiss, curling my fingers in his hair.

We released the kiss after a few seconds, leaning back from each other. I dropped my hands down to his shoulders, staring into his eyes again. It felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest as a giant smile split across my face. I could hear myself giggle quietly as he smiled back. He stroked my cheek softly, rubbing over it with his thumb.

“You’re so beautiful…” He mumbled quietly, scanning over my face. I blushed again and smiled wider. I thanked him before leaning forward and kissing his lips again. I felt his arms slowly wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I felt so warm against his body, felt so loved; I craved more. But it was too soon for much more than what we were doing.

After a couple more minutes of intense kissing, we slowly pulled apart. I giggled quietly again as I fixed my hair. He had a huge smile on his face as he turned in seat and faced the steering wheel. We both knew it was too soon for much more but what we did do, it had felt amazing.

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My name is Todd and growing up in a small town in Indiana was never easy especially for a boy who knew there was something different about him, for me well it was the fact that I found looking at guys more appealing than looking at girls. I guess at the time I knew I was gay but didn’t own up to it until one day in the summer of 1998 when I was home for summer break from college a new guy moved onto my block. His name was Dexter, Dex for short.

One day I was at the local pond hanging out and swimming when he came walking out of the woods. I called him over and he introduced himself. I asked him if he wanted to hang out and he did which made me happy he was wearing these tight running shorts which made it hard to hide the fact that he was packing a large one.

I tried not to stare but it became really hard to do when he dove into the water and came back out with his short even tighter than before.

We laid back on the grass looking up at the darkening sky, he told me his family had just moved here from Nevada, that his dad had been transferred for his job, that he was there to help his family get settled while on break from his college. His parents wanted him to transfer to state college here, but he was unsure if he wanted to do that.

He hated the thought of leaving his friends and being able to go out in the desert and ride his dune buggy, he wasn’t able to bring it with him here his dad told him there wouldn’t be any place here to drive it. So they sold it and he had gotten the money from it.

He asked me what there was to do around here for fun, I told him not much unless you were willing to drive about 20 miles to the next town which was bigger and had more to do. Around here there was the combo bowl and skating rink, it was so lame but it was all there was.

It was getting dark but I really didn’t want to go home, but Dex said he had to get going so we headed home. We got to my house and he noticed how close we were.

“Hey, I just live down the block,” he said.

“That’s cool maybe we could hang out sometime, I got some great video games in the basement at my house,” I said hopeful he would say yes.

“That sounds great, I’ll see you later,” he said and headed towards his house.

A few days later I was working out in the front yard when I saw him walking towards my house. I was hopeful that he would stop by. My heart raced as he turned up the driveway and headed towards me.

“Hey man, how you doing,” he said as he approached.

“Great, what are you up to?”

“Bored that’s what,” he sighed.

“Me too really, I just have to finish this up real quick then we can head down to my room and hang out and play those games if you want?”

“Sounds great to me you need some help with this,” he said picking up the box.

“Thanks,” I said.

We finished in the garage and headed into the house my mom and dad were there and I introduced them to Dex, they reminded me that it was card night at David and Melinda’s. They would be gone most of the night as usual when halkalı escort they went over there. I told them that Dex and I were going to be hanging out in my room playing video games.

“Don’t forget before you go to bed to check the doors and windows and set the alarm,” my mom said.

“I know mom, no problem,” I said a little aggravated especially since I have been doing it nearly every night since my sister died.

My parents left and we grabbed some sodas and headed down to my room. The basement was separated off, one side was the wash room and storage with the furnace and stuff, the other side there was a paneled false wall which made it into my room.

Opening the door we walked in and Dex looked around my room nothing special really my bed which was a queen size mattress on the floor, a black leather sofa in front of a large T.V. and stand, my dresser and built in closet, my walls filled with band posters, poison, kiss, led zeppelin.

“Wow, this is a great room man, I wish mine looked like this,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah it’s great I just wish my room in the dorm was this size, its really tiny but it works for now. I want to be able to move off campus next year when I can have a smaller class load and be able to work full time instead of part-time.”

“That’s exactly what I want to do too, but with this move for my parents they want me to change colleges. I really want to stay at UNLV, I like being in Vegas, its always a party.”

“Sounds like fun there. Life here is much slower and less glamour. IU is cool but its not like being some place where its cool to be different.”

“I know what you mean.”

“So what will it be I have lots of different games.”

We went over to the shelf and chose a game and began playing slouched down on the couch our fingers moving the buttons, cursing when things didn’t go quite the way we wanted.

After a while we paused for a break, and Dex went over to the shelf and began looking over the movies I had.

“Hey you want to watch a movie?”

“Sure, what do you feel like watching?”

“Anything is good.”

Dex started moving movies around on the shelf then turned around with a start.

“Ah huh, look what I found,” he said holding up a movie in his hand. My face was beet red, he had found my porn stash. I wasn’t sure what I should say or do. If I were to watch this with him I’m not sure what would happen, I didn’t know if I could control myself around him or not. Most likely not.

“I’m not sure if that would be a good idea.”

“Why not, where did you get it?”

“I sniped it off my roommate.”

“Well, come on let’s watch it.”

“Okay, if you want to.”

I went over turned off the game and popped the movie in. On the way back to the couch I hit the light switch. The tape began like any other porn tape, advertisements for phone sex, sex toys, and other porn movies with different stars.

“Hey something I should tell you about this movie, a part of it turns really içerenköy escort weird I usually fast forward past it,” I lied I never miss that part usually it’s the other way around I fast forward to that part and rewind a watch it again.

“Why what wrong with it?”

“Well it’s sort of gay.”

“Cool I want to see it.”

With that I thought my cock was going to bust through the seams of my jeans. We sat watching through two girls going down a well hung dude, his cock jetting in and out of their mouths. My cock was straining wanting out of its confines, so I unzipped my pants and let it loose. I began stroking my cock, I looked over and Dex was doing the same. His cock was hard and thick, my mouth watered wanting to taste it.

Before we knew it the part was on the screen I had been waiting for the two dudes were going down on each other hot and heavy, I pushed my jeans down to my knees. My hand pumping wildly on my cock as I looked over at Dex I could see him sliding his hand up and down his cock watching the events on the screen intently.

While stroking with my left hand, I moved my right down between my legs my fingers stroking my hole, a digit moving into it. My brain was on melt-down with Dex on my left so close I could reach out and latch onto his cock with no problem which was sending me over the edge. My hips were thrusting my cock through my hand, my finger filling my hole but I wanted more and I knew it.

I could hear Dex’s breaths becoming labored, I looked over and he was no longer watching the screen but was watching me. Our eyes locked on each other, I didn’t know what to do. But he did, he leaned over and took my cock into his mouth. If I thought my brain was going to explode before it was reaching critical mass right now, I even think my cock got harder with the feel of his mouth on my sensitive skin.

My hand which was stroking was now rubbing his back up and down, then on the back of his head giving encouragement. The moans coming out us both gave me encouragement that this was okay with him.

At one point Dex stopped and looked up at me with a smile on his face, I guess it was a mutual idea, we separated and took off the rest of our clothes moved to the floor, moved into a 69 position and began sucking each others cocks.

Having his cock finally in my mouth was elating, my body was on cruise control, my hips moving with rhythm in and out of his mouth, my fingers exploring his hole which was easy at the angle. I’m not even sure how long this went on it felt like a long time but I don’t think it was.

Dex moved off me and turned to face me, his face was close to mine his eyes glazed over, he leaned in and I kissed him. My first real kiss, the kind I had wanted. Our lips touched, then our tongues explored. After that we were in each others arms kissing, touching wherever we could reach. It was extremely hot and moving.

We continued holding each other and kissing for awhile, then slowly we ended up with him spooning me, at once kartal escort I felt his cock poking at my backside. He was rubbing it up and down my crack, kissing my neck holding me tight. He grabbed the lube and I felt him rubbing it on his cock and over my hole, then I felt him pressing his cock against my hole, pushing the tip inside. I felt such pain as he pushed inside, but yet pleasure as well.

“You alright?” he said whispering in my ear.

“Yes, I’m fine. Are you?”

“I have never done anything like this you know, it’s awesome how good you feel, your so tight on my cock.”

“More, please.”

With that he thrust forward and I thrust back into him, before I knew it we were fucking hard and fast, I had rolled over to my knees and his was thrusting hard into my ass. I was stroking my cock furiously trying keep pace with Dex so that we could cum together.

We changed positions again I on my back my leg draped over his shoulders, he was pushing his cock in and out of my ass, yet tenderly planting kisses on my chest, neck, and lips. It was the most erotic thing that I had ever felt even in my wildest dreams.

The room was full of the smell of sex, sweat, and the sounds of us groaning together with each stroke of his cock. Again stroking my cock so that we could cum together, his breaths were as ragged as mine, I felt his body go stiff and knew he was about to cum, I looked him in the eye.

“Yes, cum for me.”

“I’m cumming.”

With final strokes we came together, his deep inside my ass, mine on both our chests. Dex collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, we held each other for a long while as we came down from our euphoric ride we had just taken together.

“Are you okay with this?”

“The question is Dex are you okay with it?”

“I am, I didn’t think I could ever do such a thing. I don’t know if this makes me gay or just curious. But I loved being with you Todd I really did. What’s more I think I’d like to do it again, but this time I want to you to be inside of me.”

“I could think of nothing else that would give me more pleasure than to be with you again. I do know that I am gay, I hope that won’t change the way we are as friends, I hope what has happened between us doesn’t change that fact either, I am glad that we met and even more glad that we have shared our first times together.”

“Nothing that has or will happen will change the fact that we are friends, even sleeping together now or in the future I count us as being the best of friends and lovers.”

The rest of the night we held each other making love to each other, he to me and me to him. He seemed to like it as much as I.

After that night we spent as much time as we could together before we both had to head back to school. We kept in touch by phone and on the computer but after six months it got too hard so we decided that I should transfer to UNLV, my parents weren’t too happy about me moving out of state but in the end allowed it.

Dex and I moved into a small apartment together, we are happier I think than we could ever have hoped to have been. We love each other very much and support each others choices, though I know I am gay, Dex has come to realize that he is bi-sexual. I trust him with everything including my heart, we do everything together as a couple and I mean everything.

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[This is a completed five-chapter novella that will post by the end of first week in August 2019; this is a fantasy parallel take on Richard the Lionhearted’s conquest of the island of Cyprus in 1191 to rescue his shipwrecked and captured wife, Berengaria.]

It has never ceased to amaze me that they never see us and yet we know all. The nobility live their lives with their every whim and need taken care of. And yet if someone asked them how that happened, they invariably would stop and ponder and still not know. Those of us who do all of that for them are invisible. There is no limit to what they will do or say in front of us and believe that they were alone, that no one else was there to see—and, more interestingly—to see through them.

Thus it was with those at the court of my king, Claude de Lusane, the man my lady, the Princess—now Queen—Blanche, brought me to and might have loved—perhaps as much as I came to love him. Although of that I must not speak. The high born can think on it and indulge in it. But not one such as me. Unless, of course, I am wanted in that way. But ugly and deformed as I am, I almost never have been wanted that way—at least not since I was young—even though many around me have been. A pity that. Although I have been fucked. Yes, I have. I have exchanged my loyalty for the cock as well as any noble has. Perhaps not as often. Certainly not often enough. Most often because the man wanted something from me that it was difficult and risky for me to give.

Thus it was that after that harrowing, storm-tossed month at sea and the indignity of the Limonean prison—they called it a castle, but if it was, I’d hate to see how their serfs live—I came to be witness to all that happened in that momentous first half year at the Kibrit court. Perhaps not all, but enough of it to make clear the what and why of it, holding puzzle pieces that none of the confused or scheming lead actors in the drama had in their possession—or bothered to look for, even though they nestled right under their eyes. And all just by being there, standing in the room, being invisible to those who were playing high stakes with their lives—and with the lives of others—with my life as well.

And perhaps that’s another significant difference between one such as me and the nobility. I have nothing to lose or to gain—it’s all on sufferance from them. They, on the other hand, have so much at stake, and it is all on risk during their every waking moment.

* * * *

What appeared at the time the most fearful and endangering moments of my life paled in the light of the to-the-death intrigue I encountered in King Claude’s supposedly sedate court. The sea voyage from Holland to the shores of the island of Kibrit ended, thanks to the capriciousness of the storms of nature, with my lady and her retinue landing, amid the wreckage of the only ship of the flotilla that survived, on an enemy shore rather than in the safe harbor of her newly wed husband. And this not to mention, as the queen warned me never to speak of it, what she had to do for us to survive to see the king’s court.

The welcome Simon Limona gave to my lady, Blanche, at his castle in the maltepe escort harbor of his city state on the southern coast was both menacing and just within the bounds of propriety—or so I have been commanded to say of it. There is a code of conduct and deportment among the nobility of Europe now, one driven by the Holy See in this age that centers on the crusades to reestablish the faith in the Holy Land, but it was not understood here on Kibrit. There was no love lost at all between Simon Limona and King Claude. Limona was hanging onto his miniscule kingdom by a last death hold against the increasing might of the king. And the island of Kibrit we landed upon is at the corner of the civilized world. And as long as I have lived there, I’ve never been sure about which side of the “civilized” line it rested on.

Claude, already the king of Damascus and Acre, had been granted suzerainty over the Mediterranean island of Kibrit in recognition of his defending of the faith in two previous crusades—a prodigious effort for one so young, the king barely having reached the age of two score. His first crusade, in the company of his aged father, King Claxton, had been the old king’s last. And Claude’s next crusade had been under his own banner as king and had been the campaign in which he had subdued and subjugated Damascus and Acre.

The only problem with the pope’s gift was that there already existed city state kingdoms on Kibrit. To establish his kingship there—and acquire what would be the first substantive base for his rule—Claude first had to subdue the island. This he had methodically been doing—he was a superb military leader and warrior in his own right—right up to the very moment I first laid eyes on his physical visage.

I had seen paintings, for true, of him, exchanged with the House of Holland during the negotiations over his yet-to-be-consummated marriage to Blanche, and he had certainly been handsome and commanding in these. But the paintings were nothing in the stead of the magnificence of the golden-haired young king when I first set my eyes on the in-the-flesh man. I could not see how any man who might succumb to the charms of another man could resist him. And I soon could see—although many others apparently could not—that, with King Claude, many were the men who couldn’t—and didn’t—resist him.

King Claude would not have been in the harbor city of Paphaes on the island’s west coast to receive Blanche even if her flotilla had not been thrown off course by the sudden storm on the Mediterranean. The marriage to Blanche was important, yes, but it was secondary to the need for there to be a welcoming and safe home for Blanche to come to and for the young king to start his married life with a queen—with a queen who could bear him sons to solidify the rule of the house of Lusane. So, instead of awaiting her arrival at Paphaes, he was in the north, on the ridge of the chain of mountains running east and west the length of Kibrit, attacking the last mountaintop bastion castle, save one, of the last holdout Kibrit independent kingdom, save Simon Limona’s small city state. At the moment I first saw the king, manavgat escort the castle of St. Jerome had fallen into his hands, and he had broken the back of the proud and ancient kingdom of Turionia, which had been forged on the eastern and northern coast of Kibrit by the remnants of the victory fleet returning home from the Trojan war that had been separated from the main flotilla and washed up on the shores of a paradise even more enticing to them than their Acadian meadows.

Perhaps in fairness to the king, I should write something in response to the subsequent rumors that have been floated about the cool relationship between King Claude and Queen Blanche in that first year of their marriage—one arranged a continent away with, by custom, neither husband nor wife ever seeing each other in the flesh until many months after the marriage. It is true that Blanche did not conceive a son in that first year—and, although not fully relevant—the rumors of the king’s preference are also true. But it’s not true that Blanche hated the king from the outset because he let her fall into the hands of the enemy and placed his conquest of Turionia above her honor and comfort. And it is not true that she denied him for that year as a result—or that she believed him of a different persuasion from the outset.

Of the rumor that Simon Limona enjoyed what should have been the king’s marriage bed and the queen’s secret purse ever before Claude did that surfaced later in their married life when Blanche brazenly took on lovers and the king nearly as brazenly danced on the cock of his lieutenant—and that, I am proud to say, largely through my own intrigue—I will surely here try to resist attesting to.

First, Blanche was foisted upon Claude in a lie. Few, of course, know that, and history certainly will know nothing of it. Only such as I who silently stand in the presence of scheming, unseen and unregarded, within the court, learn of such things. Blanche was not the young fourth daughter of the House of Holland, as claimed. She was the older, second daughter. None of the daughters paraded in public, so none but the inner court in Vollendam knew anything of the truth. Thus Blanche, as beautiful as she was, was at the very edge of child bearing.

And it was not true that she showed any coolness toward Claude at all. She melted at the sight of Claude and she lifted her skirts and opened her legs to him whenever she could get him to lie with her. As a salamander on the wall at the court at Vollendam, I can attest to the truth that Blanche easily lifted her skirts to any man as handsome as Claude—or certainly any big-cocked man. Later, of course, the reality of their relationship changed. But even then, she lusted for him and would have overlooked all and lain with him if ever he looked at her.

But eventually Claude, who in the first few months of their meeting, fucked—excuse my baldness, but, as I am no gentleman of the nobility but am a man of the earth, this is going to be a tale of honest baldness—his new wife as often as he could in his desire for an heir, came to realize his inclinations were otherwise. And on the subject marmaris escort of bald language for the acts of man, let me say that it is my firm conviction that if the nobles can do what they do so freely and openly, I can certainly call what they do what it is. There came a time when I believed that the nobles lived for the fuck and for the fuck alone—either fucking another in body or in soul and for gain and the command of all. Or for mere survival. And I’m not so sure I think otherwise even now.

I see no need to hold back in the description and revelation here. I write here for my own pleasure, and parchment can easily be assigned to the fire as surely as this will be ere I finish writing it. I am all aglow, fresh from a most satisfying fuck, which comes so infrequently at my age and withering condition. The monks sent me back to my rooms for fear of my health, saying I looked flushed. And of course I am flushed. I have danced on a cock with their stable boy, a comely half-blind, well-hung lad who claims that my old channel is as tight and supple as he would want, but, truth be known, is, as I said, half blind and at the age and temperament where he would fuck a sheep, pig, or dog given the opportunity. My heart is pounding and my mind is soaring. And if it be my desire to prolong the ecstasy by dallying here and writing down the true, unabridged history of Claude’s house of Lusane, where is the harm in that? No one but me will be seeing it.

But, returning to the thread of my revelations, there was none of this upon-sight rejection and coolness by Blanche for the rumor of Claude’s deviations. And there were no such deviations in Claude’s preferences—despite the overflowing of it in the minds of many of the king’s men swirling about him at the time—in those first few months.

And, if secrets of secrets must be revealed—and I hesitate in writing of this and only do so because I know it is no one but myself that will read it, perhaps not putting it to the fire but perhaps putting it aside to revel in in post-fuck reverie the next time I find the stable boy alone and fondling his precious staff—it will not be by me. The nobles of the Lusanes can have no idea that I know any of this—let alone that the monks have now taught me, in my seclusion—to write and read. But of deep secrets, I must say, meaning no harm to the House of Lusane—that when Blanche did produce her son, it was not a true son of Claude—or Blanche for that matter—but a result of her own scheming with a willing noble family whose daughter had been compromised so that Blanche was not to be cast away from the husband she adored no matter what his change in interests. If nothing else, Blanche wanted to be queen. And as queen, she could command cocks to rise to her desires.

However I digress—and perhaps to sustain interest, I will not dwell—at least yet—on the trials of Blanche and the survivors of her retinue in the castle tower of Limonea, with her sneering host, Simon, making all assortments of threats and suggestions against her honor and life—ones, as written for the history, never carried beyond voicing but ones for which Simon paid with his kingdom and his life within the fortnight, in any event.

I will, instead, pick up my pen next to regain the narrative from the moment, as an unnoticed salamander on the wall, I shared in Claude’s victory at the castle of St. Jerome and the spinning out of the tale of triumph, scheming, treachery, and glory of the King’s Men.

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