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This series is about a bisexual guy who has loved his straight best friend since early childhood. If you are looking solely for sex, this series may not be right for you because although there is sex, love is the dominating theme.

I love hearing from my fans and any feedback is greatly appreciated. Let me know if you want to read more and I will continue writing this series if there is enough interest. Thank you and I hope you enjoy my story.

This chapter is for all of my fans that supported me throughout the four years I have been writing on this site. Thank you for all of your feedback, support, and friendship; it means more to me than you will ever know.

All sexual encounters mentioned in my story involved people who are (or were) 18 years of age or older at the time.

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Oh God, why does he always have to be so fucking sexy? I watched my best friend Skylar as he walked down the high school corridor towards me. This man belongs on a runway, and he didn’t even seem to realize it. He naturally walked with the grace of a feline. I turned my attention to the contents in my locker (nothing too exciting in my locker, but if I kept looking at him I would undoubtedly get a hardon).

“Hey bud,” Skylar said when he approached, the sound of his low voice giving me goosebumps. My name isn’t Bud, by the way, it is Kyle, but he sometimes called me bud, which he meant as short for ‘buddy.’

“Hey Sky, what’s up?” I said, trying to sound casual in front of the man I so utterly loved.

He gave a devilish grin. “I fucked Claire last night.”

I ignored the instantaneous twinge of jealousy, not wanting him to see it. “I fucked her last month, she was fucking tight.” I was bisexual. “Or did she loosen up?”

He grinned. “Yeah, I remember you telling me that last month, and no, she is still as tight as a fucking vise.”

I gazed at his perfect face. He had flawless fair skin, light blond hair, and midnight blue eyes that stood out from the rest of his light facial characteristics like a sore thumb. I never understood how someone with such fair skin and hair could have such deep, dark blue eyes…he must have had a lot of recessive genes passed to him or something.

He shifted uncomfortably, clearly not at ease with me staring at him like I was…shit. I hope I’m not drooling. “She also sucked my cock,” he continued. “She is pretty damned good at giving blowjobs.”

“Is she better than…you know…” I stopped because he literally winced when I said ‘you know.’

“No,” he said with a blush, knowing what I meant. “And don’t ask questions like that…it’s weird.”

It was my turn to blush. “Sorry.” We just kind of stood there awkwardly together silivri escort and watched as people continued to walk by.

About four months ago, we both had gotten drunk and he ended up spending the night at my place because his parents would have killed him if he went home drunk. Well, apparently my porn stash hadn’t been hidden as well as I thought it had been so he ended up finding it. At first he just laughed…but he stopped laughing when the straight porn pile was all looked through and he found all the gay porn underneath.

He didn’t say anything at first; his face had been completely blank. Then he asked me if I was gay and I had admitted that I was bi. He then asked me if I liked cock, then I admitted that I did, but reminded him that I liked pussy too, in case that fact lightened the situation at all. Again, he didn’t say anything for a while, but he then asked me if I have ever been fucked by a guy before, which I told him the truth and said I haven’t. Then he asked me if I ever sucked a guy off and I admitted that there were two guys who were on the football team with us that I sucked off once in a while.

He asked me who the guys were and I told him that I had promised to not tell anyone, which he seemed to accept. Then to my shock, he asked if I wanted to see his cock. I told him yes. He said he wants to know if he’s got a nicer dick than the other guys.

When I saw his hard cock for the first time as he pulled it out of his pants and boxers, I knew I wanted to suck him off every day for the rest of my life. It was amazing. He was seven and a half inches long, but what made it amazing was how thick he was. He was really thick. I noticed he kept his blonde pubic hairs trimmed short and I looked further down and noticed he had massive balls. He then asked if his cock was the best. I told him I didn’t know since I haven’t sucked his cock so I don’t know it as well as some of the others. He stayed quiet and asked me if it would be weird for our friendship if he let me suck him. I assured him (persistently) that nothing would change.

He told me to suck his cock so I could tell him if he was the best (I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if he hadn’t been drunk…). I didn’t hesitate even a moment and had reached down, grabbed his cock, and sucked his cock. I was in ecstasy as I sucked his cock but to my surprise he pulled me off after about ten seconds, and asked me if he had the best cock. I told him he definitely had the best cock and he grinned and began pulling his boxers up.

Of course I hadn’t given up on his cock without a fight. I asked him what he was doing and he said putting his dick away. I asked him why and tuzla escort he said he only wanted to know if his cock was the best. I told him to take it out and I would give him a blowjob. He said no way, and that he wasn’t gay, and it would be weird if I gave him a blowjob (like I said, he was drunk, so he wasn’t all there in the head…). I told him that I already sucked his cock so either way I gave him a blowjob tonight so the only difference would be if he wanted to get off or not. When he realized that I did in fact already give him a blowjob he kept repeating the word ‘shit,’ but didn’t put his cock away, too mind blown to remember that it was still out.

I decided to help him decide so I leaned down and took him all the way into my mouth and sucked him the best I could, and he came within only three minutes. He had reached down to pull my head off when he was going to cum but being more sober than he was, I shook my head violently to keep his hand away and he blew his load in my mouth before he could pull me off, and I greedily sucked his cum down my throat as he moaned out his orgasm (when he had moaned, he moaned out my nickname he had called me when I was a child, Ky, which sounded like Sky, which I called him, but he hadn’t called me that in over five years so it had taken me by surprise…).

He got sleepy after he came but told me that that was the best blowjob he had ever had and told me that he owed me and before I knew it, he pulled my pants and boxers down and started jerking my already-close-to-cumming cock and within only a minute I blew my load over his hand. He went and took a shower afterwards to clean up and…

The bell rang, bringing my back my attention to what was going on in the present. “Guess it is time to go to class,” I said awkwardly to Skylar with a smile.

“Guess so,” he said, leading the way to our classroom.

********

Oh hell, I can feel him staring at me. I glanced over and sure enough Kyle was looking at me, which made my heart skip a beat. His face lit up and I couldn’t help but smile back at him. He had been that way since we met when we were little kids in preschool. Simply giving him even a little attention seemed to make him so happy and I couldn’t help but feel warm inside when it happened.

I’ve always been close to Kyle, ever since I first met him in preschool. I looked at his face and noticed how handsome he has gotten as he got older. He had green eyes that seemed to change color with his moods, black hair, fair skin, a cute nose, and an adorable dimple in his cheek that only appeared when he smiled brightly, which was just about anytime he saw me. When I made eye contact with him, the dimple üsküdar escort in his cheek appeared. Fuck, he’s cute…did I just think the word cute when referring to a guy? I’m straight…well I let him blow me once in a while but only because he is really good at it and he seems to really enjoy it so what’s the harm? Hell, I can at least be honest with myself if no one else. I’m heteroflexible.

“Skylar, pay attention!” My teacher scolded me.

“I’ll pay attention when you say something interesting.”

The whole class laughed. The teacher’s face turned red and he said, “Just because you graduate in a couple weeks does not give you the right to slack off.”

I yawned.

The teacher was pissed. Oh well.

The bell rang, which caused everyone to get out of their seats while the teacher yelled out tomorrow’s assignment, like anyone cared what it was. We all learned that if nobody did the reading he wouldn’t quiz us on it at the end of class so it worked out for everyone if nobody did the reading.

As we walked out, Kyle lightly touched my arm, which made my knees temporarily weak, so I pulled away from his contact as if his hand burned my arm. “Am I still invited to come over and hang out tonight?”

I could see that my reaction to his touch deeply hurt him and I had to fight every instinct in my entire body to not reach out and comfort him. “Yeah, why not? We will play video games.”

“Anything besides video games?”

“You know…the usual…” The usual was code for he would blow me and I might jerk him off in return.

“No, I don’t know. What do you mean?”

Now he was pissing me off. He knew what I meant but hated that I used code for him giving me a blowjob. “Yes, you do know. If you don’t want to, just say so.”

He sighed. “You know I want to but I hate it when you…”

“Then it’s settled,” I interrupted. Hell, he still looked depressed from when I abruptly pulled away from his touch. Up until he first gave me a blowjob four months ago, we have been…what’s the word I’m looking for? Touchy? I guess touchy works. Anyways we would be touchy with each other, whether it would be hugs, tickles, arm around the shoulder, shoulder rubs, etc.. The day after the first blowjob he gave me was…confusing for me, so I kept my distance from him (out of touching range)…and kind of have since then…except for, of course, when he gave me more blowjobs.

I couldn’t stand the depressed, distant look he had on his face so I reached out and briefly touched his arm and asked, “why don’t you come over now instead of after supper?”

“Really?” He looked ecstatic, and my heart did a backflip when I saw the dimple appear. I don’t know why the thought of hanging out with me a couple more hours made him so happy, I’m really not that interesting.

I couldn’t help but smile back. “Yeah. Really.”

So we walked to my house together, our arms occasionally brushing each other during the mile walk to my home.

To be continued…

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Have you ever been someone’s cum rag? I don’t mean, has anyone ever cum on you? I mean have you ever had an understanding with a grown man that he was going to cum on you, and that’s all you were good for?

Me neither…until yesterday.

I’m 30, married, good looking, and very hairy. That’s all you need to know about me. Well, maybe a few more things:

1. I secretly love cock and have experimented off and on since I was 18.

2. I get super horny when I smoke weed

3. I lose all control when I inhale poppers

That pretty much summarizes everything you need to know. On to the story of yesterday…

I’ve had an account with a cruising site for several years, but never uploaded a profile picture until about 2 months ago. The picture didn’t include my face, but showed me on my knees wearing my wife’s lingerie. The caption read, “Fucktoy waiting to be used”

The effect of adding a picture was immediate and I started receiving a lot of interested messages from guys offering to lend their services. Most looked to be a little too old or out of shape for me, but I was flattered by the attention anyway. I started chatting with a few guys over email from time to time. Even though I’ve played with guys before, I’m paranoid about diseases and have some guilt about cheating on my wife, so I’d been hesitant to actually meet with anyone.

One day I checked my inbox and saw a message simply titled, “Cum carpet.” I was intrigued so I clicked to read it. The body of the email said:

“Was just wondering why my cum should ever hit the floor with you around…

Why don’t you stop by sometime – maybe some evening- come in, strip naked and just lie on the floor for me to cum on?

Very simple.

No long tease session, just a simple whack off together with you as a cum rag for my daily cum shot.

You get what you want, I get what I want. Win/win.

You’d make a good cum carpet. “

I was hard before I even finished reading the brief message. This guy had hit all my buttons. His language, his tone, even his very suggestion all screamed of confident dominance. I thought about his idea. It sounded so dirty. What kind of a cheap slut walks into a stranger’s house and lies down on the floor to get cummed on? And not even for money, or anything. Simply because she likes it. Anyone that would allow themselves to be used in such a filthy, degrading way would have to be a slut of the highest order. A true cock loving, cum addicted, worthless piece of nothing.

I was in.

The next day my wife happened to be working a late shift so I smoked a joint and logged on. The guy was online. Without thinking about it, I shot him a quick “Hey.” His reply was direct.

“Come over”

The weed was making me extra horny, and I thought about what to say next. His next message ended the debate.

“I have poppers”

My heart dropped into my stomach and my stomach leapt into my throat, as I realized all hope of backing out was gone. This was going to happen, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself.

I asked him, sarıyer escort “What’s your address?”

He gave me the facts and I quickly looked them up online. He was about 10 minutes away. “Give me 20 minutes,” I told him.

“Door will be open,” He said. “You know what you’re supposed to do.”

I quickly ran upstairs and changed into my fucktoy uniform. This is the outfit I like to wear whenever I’m going to submit to my filthiest urges. The lingerie had belonged to my wife, but she had so much lingerie she didn’t notice when a few things went missing. It consisted of a lacy, black and red, see-through negligee that came down just below my ass cheeks, black lace thong, fishnet stockings, and little black lace half-gloves that looked very naughty. My thick, black body hair was on display throughout.

I ran out the door, hopped in my truck, and raced to his house. I parked on a side street and smoked two full bowls before heading to the house. I was high as a kite and my inhibitions were quickly slipping away. Just as I had planned it.

I walked up to the house and found the front door open. I peeked in through the screen door and looked around. The entrance led directly into the living room, which was empty, but I could also see into the adjoining room. A man was sitting at his computer, fully dressed.

I opened the screen door and stepped in. The man looked up at me and we made eye contact, neither of us said anything. I broke eye contact first and bowed my head in submission. That’s when I saw a little brown bottle of clear liquid, sitting on a table to my left.

Without any direction, I picked up the bottle and unscrewed the cap. I made sure to exhale fully before lifting the bottle to my nose. I wanted to make sure I got a good hit. I covered one nostril and began to inhale slowly, switching nostrils after a few seconds. I held my breath and quickly replaced the cap on the bottle while I knew I still could. The effects started creeping in, slowly at first. I could feel the familiar warmth start to spread through my body. The poppers hit stage 2 once the warmth reached my groin. My thoughts collapsed into themselves, and my legs very nearly followed. I continued to stand there, eyes closed, head thrown back in ecstasy, as my silent admirer watched.

As soon as the poppers took hold, my purpose was clear. I removed the sweats I had thrown on and stood there in full uniform. He moaned in approval and whipped out his dick. Without hesitation, I walked to where he sat and dropped to my knees in front of him. My eyes locked on his thick, meaty cock and I had to resist the urge bury my face in his ball sack. Ordinarily, I would have, but today I wasn’t here for that. I was here to be used as target practice and cleaning equipment. I was to become his cum rag.

I lay on the ground, on my back, with my legs spread wide open, and started playing with my cock and balls. He stood up and removed his pants before kneeling next to my head. He proceeded to jerk his cock while exploring my hairy body with his eyes, and occasionally sefaköy escort with his free hand. Sometimes he would slap his hard cock against my shoulder while he rubbed it. I focused on putting on a good show for him by rubbing my cock, pinching my nipples, licking my lips, whatever I could think of. I looked up at his face and saw pure lust. He was enjoying this.

I took another big hit of poppers, and just then he flipped one leg over and straddled my head, facing my feet. His balls hung about 1 inch from my face. I was still holding my breath from the poppers and the feelings were getting intense. Just then, he lowered himself further, pressing his balls sack firmly onto my lips and nose before dragging his balls across every inch of my face from forehead to chin. I finally exhaled deeply and the poppers brought the reality of my situation flooding back. I had never met this stranger before in my life. I didn’t know his name or what he did for a living. I certainly didn’t know where his balls had been. Despite all that though, here I was letting him pleasure himself by degrading me, and loving every minute of it. I nearly exploded at the realization that I was actively fulfilling my fantasy of being used as another man’s sex object.

Overhead, I could hear his breath getting shorter and his stroking quicker. His balls were resting on the bridge of my nose, directly over my eyeballs. He started sliding them forward, very slowly. When he reached my mouth he lifted his sack slightly, hovering directly above my lips. My tongue shot out of my mouth, seemingly of its own will, and began to bathe his scrotum with long, deliberate strokes. He moaned loudly and started stroking even harder. He also lowered himself back down slightly. This time I was ready for it and I opened my mouth wide. I guess he wasn’t expecting to feel his balls drop into my mouth because he cried out in pleasant surprise, “Holy fuck, yeah!” I started sucking his balls with gusto, and he was obviously responding to it. He started getting very verbal.

“Oh yeah, you love sucking on those balls, don’t you whore? Yeah, you’re just a little dirty pig that wants to be used up. Isn’t that right? Huh? You like feeling worthless?”

He pulled his balls out of my mouth.

“Answer me bitch!”

“Yes!” I cried.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I love feeling fucking worthless!”

“That’s good,” he said, “because you ARE fucking worthless.”

He spun himself around, straddling my chest, facing me now. He opened the bottle of poppers and took a deep hit in each nostril, then held the bottle for me. I breathed in as deeply as I could.

As the effects kicked in I looked up at his cock with complete admiration. He was a real man, that’s for sure. Suddenly, I saw the thick shaft rise up and come flying back down. I moaned like a whore every time he cock slapped me, which was a lot. He started talking again as he abused me.

*SMACK*

*Moan*

“Jesus Christ, you really do like that, don’t you?

*SMACK*

*Moan*

“Does your seyrantepe escort wife know? Huh? Does your wife know what a whore you are?”

*SMACK*

*Moan*

“Does she know that you’re a complete degenerate? That you’re completely addicted to being used like a fuck toy? Does she know that you’ll suck a man’s balls, just because he puts them in front of your face?”

*SMACK*

*Moan*

“I’ll bet she has no idea, does she? She has no clue that her husband is a worthless, sissy, bitch.”

*SMACK*

*Moan*

*SMACK*

*Moan*

*SMACK*

*Moan*

We continued to play like this for a few minutes, then he handed me the poppers again.

“Take one more hit, a deep one, and hold it.”

I did as I was told and held my breath. He put his balls back in my mouth and started stroking furiously. The feelings of degradation were glorious.

Just when I thought I couldn’t hold my breath any longer he pulled his balls out of my mouth, moved back a little, and started to explode.

His first two blasts landed all over my furry chest. It was thick, and white, and looked delicious. I exhaled and the poppers hit me hard. Just at that moment, his third and fourth blasts leapt out of his cock and landed directly on my face. The first hit my cheek, but the second landed directly on my hungry lips and I ravenously ate it up. He added 2-3 more good, heavy ropes to the mess on my chest.

I was now stroking myself furiously and was almost at my climax. I was still foggy from all the poppers and my dick was only half-hard, but I knew I was close to blowing my own load. I had my eyes closed and was completely lost in my own world when I felt him start to spread his cum around on my chest, working it into my chest hair. He leaned his face over mine and placed his cum-covered hand on my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked him in the eyes as I jerked off.

“You’re a worthless cum carpet.” He told me, before suddenly spitting directly in my face. His spit landed on the side of my nose, just below my eye.

This final act of humiliation triggered my explosion and my cock erupted with a volley of fresh cum that landed on my chest and stomach. As I lay there panting, trying to recover, I felt his fingers collect some of my cum and move towards my face. I instinctively opened my mouth, expecting that he wanted to feed it to me, but he had something else in mind. He put my cum on my forehead and spread it around. He continued transferring cum from my torso to my face, spreading it around and leaving me completely covered. The stench of filth was overwhelming.

We silently went about putting our clothes back on. He offered me a towel, but I politely refused. I wanted to drive home caked in dry cum.

As I moved towards the door he finally broke the silence.

“Do you have any naked pictures of your wife?” Confused, I nodded hesitantly. “Good, bring them with you the next time you come over. I want to look at them while I cum on you. I want you to lay there while I look at her exposed body. I want you to know that you’re exploiting that poor, innocent girl in order to satisfy your own twisted fetishes.”

I thought about what he’d just said, wondering if I could actually go through with something that sick. My eyes caught the little brown bottle sitting on the table.

“Can I come back on Wednesday?”

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Peter:

It started the first day I saw you, Peter. The way you dress, look, act. I was hooked. Your face is cute but so hot at the same time. The way your trimmed brown facial hair extends down and across your face. Your amazing head sits on top a muscular neck and a near perfect body. Your muscles ache and throb with every move. I sit, tantalized by the size and beauty of your rippling arms, your defined chest and core, and your sexy ass and legs. It’s a shame that you have to cover all that up. All I can do is sit in class, stare, and fantasize.

I sit uncomfortably in class, not wanting to miss a moment of you, but I must go to the washroom. I stand up and walk past the dazed students to the back of the lecture hall and out the door. I walk across the hall and notice a couple studying at a table 20 feet down the corridor. They look so content, staring into each-other’s eyes, laughing. As I enter the bathroom, I notice, thankfully, that it was recently cleaned. The urinals mecidiyeköy escort are shiny and smell like soap. It makes the experience that much better.

When I walk to the sink, I hear someone else coming. I am glad I have finished but it is still weird being in a bathroom with another guy. My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as no one other than Peter walks into the bathroom. He walks over to the urinal and unzips his pants. His head lifts in satisfaction as he drains his bladder. He then walks to the sink next to me, washes his hands, and then looks directly into my eyes. At that point I knew.

He pushes me against the hard tiled wall, his arms trapping me close to him. I feel his breath wash over my chest, our eyes are locked. He moves a hand up my side and onto my neck. He pulls me close and our lips connect. I can taste the oils on his face; feel his lips, his tongue. I press back on his chest with my hand and force him pendik escort against the stall divider. A loud bang echoes in the bathroom. My hands move quickly over his body, exploring each perfectly chiseled ab. I feel his hands under my shirt, grabbing my broad back and pulling us together. I pull his shirt over his head and trace my tongue down to his nipples. As I lick around each one, Peter moans. I then follow his abs down to his belt buckle where I swiftly open it and unzip his pants.

I have never done anything like this before but somehow, I know exactly what I am doing.

I see his dick, hard behind his boxers. I look up and our eyes meet. I grab his cock and pull it from his boxers. It is so hard and above average in size. I place my lips around his head and begin taking his cock into my mouth. As I do so, I fondle his balls with one hand, and hug his toned thigh with the other. I bob back and forth, in and out faster and faster. sancaktepe escort I can taste his sweet pre-cum leaking into my mouth. I suck the sweet nectar from him and he moans.

He then pulls me up and kisses me. His hard dick brushes up against my pants. He then crouches down and unzips my pants. He takes me into his mouth. My dick is harder than it has ever been as he begins deep throating me. I grab his hair and he takes more and more of me into his mouth. I can feel myself tensing and am close cumming. I tap his head warning him but he keeps going. I can’t hold it any longer and launch cum deep down his throat with each wave of pleasure. My body shakes and I nearly collapse. He licks every last drop from me and smiles.

“Your turn,” I say.

He turns and sits on the counter, his dick still hard. I again, take him into my mouth and am welcomed by more pre-cum. His head tilts back and he closes his eyes as I suck his cock. Slowly then fast until he begins to groan. His legs tense and his cock throbs. I take him deep as he ejaculates his beautiful cum into my mouth. He thrust into my mouth, slapping his balls against my chin. I take his load in my mouth and kiss him, sharing his cum.

I smile at him and without saying a word, zip up my pants and walk out the door.

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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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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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I was just 18 when we moved to the suburbs from a large city, and thought my life as I knew it was over. We moved to a nice home, but there were not a lot of neighbors or kids around me to play with.

Well after the winter broke and spring set in I set out to explore the area around our house. There was a lake not to far, a railroad track that you could walk, and a park that was narrow but miles long.

One day I started to walk along the railroad tracks toward town when I needed to pee. I looked over toward the park and saw a comfort station, I then walked down to the bathroom and entered the small brick building that looked like it used to be someone’s home years ago and converted to a restroom.

On entering the restroom I saw the three sinks along one wall and the four urinals that went all the way to the floor, and opposite the sinks where 4 stalls that did not have doors on them.

As I walked up to the urinal, I saw a man with sunglasses on sitting in the stall which is right next to the urinal and looked to be in his early 20’s. I did my business and was walking out the door when I heard the guy in the stall say ” Can I see, Can I anamur escort see”, not thinking, I said “see what”, He said “your cock”, I freaked and ran out and back to the tracks and kept running till I couldn’t run anymore.

As I walked to town I kept hearing those words ringing in my head, and wondered what would have happened had he caught me, or if I just stayed on my own to see what he would have done.

After leaving town walking back toward my house I had to pass by the restroom again and couldn’t help but to go back in to see if that same guy was there, he wasn’t and no one else was either, so I just headed back home.

After getting home and going to my room, I couldn’t help to think of another guy wanting to see my cock and found myself getting hard thinking about it, and before I knew it I was jacking off now wishing I had stayed.

Well after getting home from school the next day and doing my chores I headed down for the railroad tracks that of course took me toward the park and the restroom.

As I approached the restroom I saw several vehicles parked in front and in the big circle drive. My antakya escort heart was pounding as I walked up to the door and entered thinking what if there was more than one guy, what happens if the same guy was there, would he know why I was back? I went in and the stalls where all filled with men, who looked to be in their 30’s or 40’s, so of course me being 5’10, and 135 pounds and shoulder length blond hair, I got their attention. I then walked up to the urinal and tried to pee, but couldn’t. I then heard someone in one of the stalls cough, as I looked over I saw that he was jacking his cock off, I looked back at the wall real fast, but found myself looking back at the guy in the stall who was still jacking away, but I can guess the other two must have figured what I was looking at and why, and didn’t even, ok yes I did notice that I was getting hard too.

The next thing I knew the other two were playing with their cocks, and couldn’t help to keep looking at all three who of course knew I was interested, I just didn’t know what I was so interested in. I mean here I am a guy just coming into my high sex drive and should atakum escort be hunting down all the cute girls and trying to have sex, but here I am standing in a restroom with three men who where looking at me as if I was the girl that was being hunted for sex.

With all of this going through my head I hadn’t even noticed that one of the men was now standing at the urinal next to me. I looked down just as he reached over and grabbed my cock under my balls encompassing both my balls and cock, which was hard as a rock.

Before I knew it I was facing him and he lowered his mouth and engulfed my cock. My eyes went wide as I looked down and another man having my cock in his mouth and seeing two others now standing up getting a better view of our sex act in a pubic restroom. I knew it must have only been 30 seconds before my balls emptied out in this guys mouth who swallowed every drop of my cum. At this point after my knees stopped shaking and my orgasms had subsided and I realized that I just came in a guys mouth with two other guys watching in a place where anyone could have come in at any time, I pulled my sopping wet and deflating cock from his mouth and zipped up my pants and left as fast as I could walk, not saying even as much as a thank you, but the walk home and my thoughts of how great that felt, I knew I was in for one hell of a lot of great times in the park, and a lot more sex with men……..to be continued, If you want me too.

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This is a book-length work, so not every chapter will involve sex. If you’re just looking for a quick wank, this may not be your story.

Thanks for reading!

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There is a unique horror in being covered with the still-warm blood of a person you love. Rather than being inside their body where it belongs, it is slippery on your skin and soaking into your clothes, carrying the heat of the systems that work to keep it moving even as they pump it into the outside world.

Perhaps even worse is feeling that blood congeal as it cools, seeing it crack and flake as it dries.

I didn’t see the man until he shouted. I was exhausted and focusing all of my remaining energy toward keeping my game face on for the camera. From what I could see when I’d sneak glances at him, Rusty was dead on his feet. We’d been at it nonstop all day and would likely being doing the same the next. It was time to call it. Then the man was there yelling “for Geeta!” as he ripped open his coat and raised his hand.

“Cap!” Rusty cried out. Before I could put the pieces together, I was knocked backward and my head hit the floor hard enough my vision went dark for a moment. A loud noise was followed by a wave of heat and Rusty’s grunt, felt more than heard. Even when the screams started, I was confused, still trying to work out what had happened.

My head was ringing, all sounds coming from the people around me strangely muffled, and Rusty was crushing the breath from my lungs. I tried to get him to move but he wasn’t responding, so I put my hand on his ribs to give him a push. My skin was immediately covered in wet heat and adrenaline surged, allowing me to roll him onto his back and get my first look at the gigantic hole in his side. Pressing my hands to the wound, trying to slow the bleeding, I added my panicked cries for help to the general tumult.

“Matt?” The sound of my name barely penetrated the noise in my head. I looked down and my heart pounded even harder when I realized the engineer’s eyes were open, but they weren’t focusing on anything. “Matt?” I read my name on his lips, his voice too quiet for me to hear at all.

“I’m here. I’m here, baby.” It felt like I was talking too loud, yelling to compensate for the loss of my own hearing. Since I couldn’t give two shits about who heard what as Rusty’s blood was soaking my pants, I didn’t bother to try modulating my tone. Ripping off my jacket, I wadded it up and pressed it against his ribs with one hand so I could take his with my other. I held it tight, kissing his fingers again and again as I told him to hang in there, that help was coming.

“Matt,” he breathed. His eyes fluttered closed and my reassurances turned to pleas for him to wake up.

I don’t know how long we sat like that before they pulled him away from me. It felt like days. Then I simply knelt on the floor alone, feeling the heat of him fade. The nanites did their best, but the volume of blood he lost was simply too high; they had made no noticeable difference by the time it began to dry and their short mechanical lives ended.

Someone was talking to me. Once I noticed their voice, I realized they had been calling my name for some time. I shook my head and kept my eyes focused on my hands, on the sticky pool on the floor by my knees, but the voice paid no heed to my rejection.

“Mac, dammit, talk to me. Please!” It was the panic in that last word that pulled me together. Alix was calling to me through our comms and I realized that, with Rusty gone, the cameras weren’t doing their thing. He’d told Callaway he could handle the final uploads when I’d sent her away with the others, but I couldn’t remember how often he was doing them. How much of the last hour did Alix see? Whatever had been recorded of the attack couldn’t have made it off the station, though, so she had no way to know what was happening.

“I’m here,” I rasped out, mouth dry.

“Oh, thank fuck.” She was actually sobbing in relief. That confused me. Didn’t she realize?

“Rusty – ” That was all I could get out before the lump in my throat choked me and I had to coax it back down just to breathe.

“What about him? What happened, Mac? Station chatter is off the wall. Something about an explosion?”

“He – I – ” Dr. Paris was nearly running across the floor toward me, her smug self-assurance shattered. Half of her hair was loose from its careful updo and lank blonde locks flopped next to her face as she hurried over. “Hang on, Leelee.”

“Mr. Carolinas,” the doctor panted, coming to a stop just short of where Rusty’s blood stained the floor. “We’ve managed to stabilize him, but there’s nothing else we can do down here. One of my colleagues authorized a transfer to the upper decks. Beacon Trauma Center, Deck 9, Ward E.” She turned and began to rush away immediately after delivering this cryptic message.

“Who?” I called after her. She didn’t pause. “Dr Paris! Who was transferred?” She turned and gave me a look that said she had questions about akçay escort my mental state.

“Him.” She waved at the blood by my knees. “Your cameraman.”

Color rushed back into the world and suddenly everything was too bright. I was on my feet and marching toward the crowd that had gathered around the edges of the room before I knew what I was after. There, attempting to slip into a side corridor – a girl who was clearly trying very hard to blend in. Too hard. Her hair was a ratty mess, her face filthy, her clothes ripped and covered in dirt, but not worn. A tourist.

The crowd parted quickly before me as I followed her – I didn’t wonder about this at the time but, upon later reflection, realized I must have presented a rather fearsome sight – and I managed to catch her arm before she could escape into a lift. The girl let out a breathy scream when she saw me. I ignored her reaction, whipping my head toward the sudden presence at my elbow, in no mood for some misguided bystander’s interference. Rusty would have laughed at me, reminded me I was in the Bottoms. I imagined even my engineer would have been surprised to see his taller “stray” standing next to me, however, camera hovering just over his shoulder. An idea started to surface and I ran with it before it was even fully revealed.

“Come on, then,” I barked at the kid as I tugged the girl around the first corner. With a jerk of my arm, I twisted her around and shoved her back against the wall. “You are going to take me – take us – to the upper decks. Ward E.”

“What makes you think I know anything about that, then?” she asked in a bad imitation of the sing-song accent developed by those who grew up in the Bottoms. The boy made a derisive noise, but I cut in before he could respond.

“Don’t play with me, girl. Now is not the time. Take me where I want to go or I’ll make sure my friend here has the opportunity to show you what it’s like to be what you’re only pretending at.” Rusty’s protégé didn’t disappoint, giving the girl a toothy smile that held no warmth. The girl squeaked and moved to put my body between her and the other kid, deciding she would, indeed, cooperate.

“Mac,” Alix yelled in my ear, “if you don’t tell me what’s going on right now – “

“We’re going to the upper decks. Have Bailey bring the Marzi in and park her as close to the Beacon Trauma Center as he can get. Deck 9, Ward E.”

“Trauma center? What? And who’s ‘we’?”

“Rusty’s been hurt. They transferred him up there. ‘We’ is – well, it’s complicated. I’ll tell you more after I know what’s going on with the hospital.” To her credit, my XO swallowed the rest of her questions and listened attentively as I instructed her to evacuate Callaway and the others as soon as possible and arrange for whatever was left of our gear on Deck 184 to be retrieved.

Moving helped. Focusing on manageable problems helped. While I’d been talking to Alix, the girl had taken us to a lift that provided access to the lowest levels of the middle decks. It wasn’t until we were facing a checkpoint that I realized a flaw in my barely there, terrible excuse for a plan. Having dropped her awful impersonation in the face of an actual resident of the Bottoms, our hostage-turned-guide displayed the haughty manner of an upper-decks brat. That and her identification chip might have been enough to get us past the guards – her costume notwithstanding – had I not been covered in blood.

“Wait. Here,” a man wearing the uniform of the Enforcers growled, turning his back on us even as the girl began another round of complaints. I touched her shoulder and she startled, jerking away before turning to face me. I shook my head and her mouth snapped shut, though her eyes continued to blaze with anger. I wasn’t sure if it was directed at me or the guard. Probably a healthy mixture of both.

“What’s your name?” I asked the boy as we waited. He looked like he was about three seconds from bolting and I needed to get him to focus on me. Plus it was awkward, thinking of him as “the kid” now that I knew the girl’s name was Lissa Baraki from the many times she shouted it at the guard.

“You will regret this,” she was saying yet again. “My father – “

“Adrenaline.” It took me a second to realize the boy was answering my question. Lissa gaped at him, his quiet voice having silenced her, something the guard’s grunting and looming had failed to achieve.

“Nice to meet you, Adrenaline. I’m Matthison Carolinas.”

“Man, I know who you are,” Adrenaline responded scornfully. He and Lissa shared a look, finding common ground in the struggle that was dealing with adults. Nice to know teenagers were the same all over the system. Rolling my eyes, I left them to their angst and turned my attention to the guard, catching the tail end of his conversation with someone over comms.

“Right. I see. Yes, sir. I will. Thank you, sir.” The tension in his body belied his obsequious tone. Turning back to us, he wiped the constipated akdeniz escort look off his face once he caught me watching, replacing it with an expression that suggested he was in pain. “My apologies, Mr. Carolinas. Sir.” His voice had become even more saccharine, the corners of his mouth drawing back in what I assumed was supposed to be a smile. “My colleague will be here shortly to escort you and your companions,” here a small tell as he glanced at the teenagers, his nose wrinkling, “to the upper decks.”

“Thank you,” I responded blandly, giving him the smallest in my collection of society smiles. Taking it as intended, he blinked, sniffed, and turned his back on us once more, stalking toward the lift. As it was less than a meter away, his dramatics greatly exceeded the distance traveled. Imagining Rusty’s reaction to the man’s behavior had me biting the inside of my cheek to keep from chuckling. The reality of my situation hit me again and then I was blinking to keep from crying. The arrival of a well-dressed individual was a welcome distraction from the tangled mess of my emotions.

“I’ll take it from here, Smith,” the newcomer said, barely glancing at the surly guard. “Mr. Carolinas,” they continued, smoothly placing their body in my line of sight and pulling my eyes from the man sulking by the lift. “Crispin Phillips at your service.” Eyes the color of amber met mine and very straight, very white teeth were bared in a smile that seemed genuine even to my jaded sensibilities. Short, black hair curled tightly against their scalp and the suit they wore was a lovely shade of butterscotch that perfectly complemented their dark skin. Tailored to flatter their lithe figure, it also probably cost more than what I paid to feed my crew for a quarter. Refusing to feel flattered by meriting the attention of such a highly placed PR rep, I shook the offered hand. Their fingers were long, palm smooth, and their grip was firm.

“Facilitator Phillips,” I replied, automatically calibrating my expression, tone, and posture. Cycles of society life meant I could play politics in my sleep.

“My apologies for Officer Smith. When our representative arrived to escort you to the ninth deck, they were informed you had already departed Deck 184. Unfortunately, Smith here misinterpreted the urgency of our call to discover your location.” The grimace Phillips gave me displayed the exact degree of regret to communicate that they were unhappy about inconveniencing me without admitting any responsibility for causing said inconvenience. They were good. I revised my estimation of their position up a few notches.

“I see.” The coolness in my tone implied the opposite.

“Well I don’t!” I winced inwardly. As a child of the upper decks, Lissa would never have been required to learn the skills people like Crispin Phillips and I had developed in order to interact with higher society. “My father will be hearing about this.”

“Of course, Miss Baraki.” Phillips inclined their head the smallest degree toward the teenager. “Should you wish, I can arrange your transportation home immediately.” Lissa’s eyes widened and she took a half step back, unconsciously aligning herself with Adrenaline.

“That won’t be necessary,” the girl responded too quickly. I fought to keep the smile from my face. When their eyes met mine again, I imagined I could see the same urge in Phillips. While there was no doubt Mr. Baraki would be incensed by a Ring Enforcer daring to question his daughter, it was equally likely he would turn his ire on her if it were revealed she had been touristing in the Bottoms.

“If you will follow me,” Phillips prompted, angling their body away from the lift. The flash of humor was gone – if it had been there at all – and they were once again the impeccable professional. Ushering the kids ahead of me, I brought up the rear as Phillips led us deeper into the middle decks. An urgent need to be at Rusty’s side swept over me and I swallowed the desire to snap at them to hurry, knowing it would do no good. I had a strong sense that the ease or difficulty of the rest of my time on the station depended greatly on the individual striding gracefully down the corridor in front of us. Pissing them off would not do me or Rusty any favors.

I’ll admit it, I may have gaped a bit at what greeted us as we stepped off the lift on Deck 9. Such was the difference between the ninth deck and 184 that a person would be hard pressed to believe they existed on the same station. The lights were bright and warm, mimicking the feel of Earth’s sun. The air was fresh and there was even a slight breeze. Facilitator Phillips led us through a short corridor which opened onto a spacious plaza that contained a small park with grass and trees – actual fucking trees – growing in the center.

The height of this single deck would have been split into at least five separate floors in the Bottoms. My job had taken me to stations like this for cycles and never had I really let akhisar escort myself focus on how much more of everything was available to the decks I frequented versus the docks my crew was generally restricted to. Now that Rusty had opened my eyes, I couldn’t not see the vast inequality. It reinforced my dedication to making this project of ours a success. I needed him to pull through, to be by my side as we busted our asses to make the system better.

After sending the kids off, Phillips hailed a shuttle to take us to the hospital. I slumped in my seat, the surge of energy that had sustained me during my journey through the station abruptly draining away once I was no longer moving under my own power. Phillips gave me a sympathetic look from where they sat across the aisle. I was too tired to care if it was genuine or not.

“He means a lot to you,” they said softly, voice full of concern. It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah,” I answered anyway. “He really does.”

“He’ll be okay.” I nodded, acknowledging the statement without saying the obvious: neither of us could know that was true. “He will,” Phillips insisted. The urgency in their voice made me look up. They sat forward, elbows on their knees, reaching out a hand to touch my wrist. “Beacon is the best trauma center in the system. He is in good hands.” I shrugged, uncomfortable with the intensity of their regard. Too exhausted to keep up the shield of professional distance, I felt exposed under their gaze. Whether they were put off by my attitude or inferred the reason behind it, Phillips pulled away and turned to face the window.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, knowing I needed to make an effort. Sighing inwardly, I forced myself to sit up and look at them.

“Look, I get it.” For the first time, I felt like I was hearing from the real Crispin Phillips. Of course, it could be yet another in an endless series of masks. Fucking politics. “You don’t know me. And I work for the station you put under a spotlight.” Leaning toward me, they lowered their voice. “For what it’s worth, I think you did the right thing. Off the record, of course.” They sat back, smirking, and I felt the corner of my mouth curl up in response. Phillips was good looking and charming and, in another life, I could see myself spending some pleasurable hours in their bed. In this one, however, the man I loved was currently in surgery and all I cared about was getting to him. Sure, Phillips was helping me do that, but at what cost?

The shadow of a laugh escaped me as I realized the parallels between my situation and the conversation I had with Adrenaline before sending him off with Lissa.

“What you wanting from me, then?” the boy had asked, his voice laden with distrust. Were he there, Rusty would not have hesitated to point out what an asshole I was, expecting the bribe of food for the kid and his friends to make Adrenaline happy to spend a few hours with the girl, touring the upper decks. In my defense, I wasn’t aiming for happy. A lack of complaining would have been perfectly acceptable.

“Same thing Rusty wanted,” I responded evenly, concealing the dismay I felt that Adrenaline expected me to extract a cost. Sure, it was the way of things everywhere in the system, but kids shouldn’t have to think like that. However, If I’d learned nothing else from my prickly engineer, I knew this kid was basically held together by pride and didn’t want my pity. “Do your whole deal.” I waved my hand at his camera, only then taking notice of how the creases of my knuckles were lined with blood. My stomach dipped and I dropped my hand, swallowing quickly and reminding myself that I could not afford to break down. Not yet.

Phillips pulled the pair of teens away a few steps and spoke with them quietly. I kept my eye on the group, taking the provided moment to tug the cracked pieces of myself into better alignment. Phillips tapped their wrist against Lissa’s to transfer something to the girl’s chip; I hoped it was contact information but feared the facilitator was providing funds for the assignment I’d given the pair. Making a mental note to find out and pay them back if so – I absolutely refused to be in debt to Crispin Phillips or the Ring station itself – I walked over and inserted myself into their conversation.

“Mr. Carolinas?” Phillips said, their tone indicating this wasn’t the first time they had tried to get my attention.

“Hmm?” I looked up, pulled from my musing.

“We’re here.”

The sign over Beacon’s main entrance shone through the windows of the shuttle. My knees gave out the first time I tried to stand, tumbling me back into my seat. Phillips offered a hand and hauled me up, bracing me with their other hand on my shoulder until I was steady on my feet. Steadier, anyway. They stayed by my elbow as I made my way into the hospital, and subtly steered me toward the bank of information consoles. Grinding my teeth to avoid snapping at them, I focused on putting one foot in front of the other and not flying apart. No matter what else happens in my life, I will forever consider it an impressive feat of self-control that I did not put my fist through the console screen when it claimed no knowledge of a “Rust, Carter” and insisted the trauma center did not accept transfers from the lower decks of the station.

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Last sentence chapter 19… If you don’t mind, let me do the talking..

Walking to Fred’s house and thinking about the e-mail responses from both Your Schlong and Jackie Gurl, I’m wondering how to handle this situation. We have phone numbers and addresses. Schlong said he’d be more than happy to meet with both of us and to give him a call to set up a day and time. Jackie said to call and discuss the possibility of a meet. She/he also included a full facial pic. I could use all kinds of adjectives to describe Jackie. Remembering the pic’s on the profile page and now the face pic, I can only come up with beautiful, lovely, sexy and divine. I want this meet and I don’t want Fred involved. I’m going to memorize her phone number and make my own connection. Some how without Fred. I’ll just have to play it by ear. Keeping in mind the possibility of us meeting with Your Schlong and maybe that will satisfy Fred.

Fred brings up the e-mail from Jackie Gurl. The phone number is local. I quickly commit it to memory. Fred writes the number on a post-up and closes the web page.

He looks akşehir escort at me and says,”OK, here we go. Your doing the talking. Hopefully he/she answers. What are you going to say?”

“I’ll introduce myself and tell her we’re from the web site and that we’ve traded e-mails. That I thought it was time we made contact for a conversation or a meet, if interested,” I say.

I dial the number and it barely gets one ring and this soft, sexy voice says, “Hello, how my I help you?”

Oh, dam, my heart melts. I ask, “Is this Jackie Gurl?”

“Yes, who’s this,” she/he says

“This is one of the two guys that have been e-mailing you. Mack and Fred,” I say.

“Well, Mack I’m happy to hear from you. You have a very deep, sexy voice. Are you alone or is Fred with you?,” Jackie says

“Yes, Fred is here also. We thought it was time to make contact and maybe set up some kind of meeting. Maybe coffee, lunch or one of us hosting?,” I say.

“Mack, I can’t make a decision on that right at this moment. I’d like to think about it and get back akyazı escort to you if that’s OK? Do you have a number that I can get back to you on?”, she/he says.

“Sure, 931-xxx-xxxx,” I said.

“OK, you will hear from me, sexy voice,” she ssys.

Hanging up the phone, I glance at Fred and see a some what confused look on his face.

“What the fuck was that? You gave Jackie Gurl your phone number, not mine. You trying to cock block me?,” he said.

I have to stop and think for a few seconds and finally say, “Oh shit. It was just a natural response. It didn’t even dawn on me to say your number”.

“Well, I’m calling her back right now”, Fred says.

He dials the number and sits there about forty, fifty seconds. Finally hangs up and says, “No answer and no answering machine. Now what do we do?,” he says.

“Well, I guess we just wait and till we hear from Jackie”, I say.

Fred has a kinda pissed off look on his face and says, “Ya, I guess at your number.”

“What difference does it make as long as she/he calls back. alaşehir escort Maybe she/he has caller I.d. and

now has both numbers. Lets just split up and hopefully one of us will get a call and we’ll go from there,” I say.

Arriving at home, I hope Jackie Gurl calls me first. Getting a beer and relaxing in my recliner, I try to imagine our first meeting.

Jackie Gurl greets me at the door in full make-up, dressed in a white blouse tied at the waist, a short black skirt and some catch me fuck me heels. We both say hello. Taking me by the hand, she leads me into the living room straight to the couch. There is a soft music background and dim lighting. She/he stands in front of me slowly and lightly running her hands up and down her body. She unbuttons the blouse and slowly removes it to reveal a red lacy bra. Reaching up to the front she/he unclasps it letting it fall to the floor revealing a perfect “A” cup set of breasts with the most suckable set of nipples I’ve ever seen. Rubbing the breasts and pinching the nipples she/he slowly brings her hands down to the top of the skirt. Doing a slow whole body motion dance she/he pushes the skirt down, letting it fall to the floor. There stands before me a perfectly smooth naked body with tits and a delicious looking erect four inch cock.

My imagination is wonderful and so is my now erect cock.

to be continued..

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YO!

This is your captain speaking.

I have not updated in a fucking long time.

I understand this.

This is just an edit of Onus 07. I didn’t take anything out, I just fixed an error I made on the draft. Sam and Shiloh’s full text conversation should appear in the story now.

I’m just giving a status update. My car was broken into mid-July and my laptop was stolen. Onus 08 was nearly done. Even when I got a new computer in August, it just hurt my heart trying to get started again.

As of now (9/10/16) I have exactly one page of Onus 08 2.0 finished. Here’s hoping that I laid enough of the groundwork the first time that 2.0 doesn’t take as long.

And now, back to our regularly scheduled program.

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C’mon y’all. I have a little song, sung to the tune of the William Tell Overture.

Ready?

I’m the worst I’m the worst I’m the worst worst worst

I’m the worst I’m the worst I’m the worst worst worst

I’m the worst I’m the worst I’m the worst worst worst

I’m the woooooooorst

I’m the worst worst worst.

That’s a song I sing to myself more and more lately.

I seem to remember saying that I would have this chapter out by December.

First of February is close enough, right?

Right?

Oh well. Hopefully this opens up a little more of the world. I’ve written six chapters so far in Shiloh’s perspective. Honestly, Sam needed to speak up.

All characters are 18+

————

He had a dream where his teeth fell out, one by one.

He touched his remaining teeth, trying to be sure of their solidity. Testing their roots. Each tooth gave with a sickening lack of resistance, but he couldn’t stop. Wiggling them out with his fingertips, with his tongue.

When he touched his right cheek, the dream evaporated, and the tips of his fingers brushed against the same spongey scar tissue that had been there long as he could remember. His breath came out in a jagged little sigh. He hated that one.

Behind him, Shiloh made a soft noise. Sam held very still. So far as he could tell, the young Onus had started to sneak into his bedroom every night after he addressed the senate. After waiting for a long minute, Shiloh settled into a deeper sleep. Sam could hear his breathing get deeper and slower.

Sam wouldn’t disturb that gentle breathing for anything.

—

He opened his eyes. His vision was clear out of his left eye, a dim grey blur from the right. He looked at the inside of his coverlet, at the sunlight needling through the quilting.

He almost rolled out of bed, but then he realized he wasn’t alone. Shiloh was still breathing quietly behind him. He twitched the coverlets so he could get a glimpse at his alarm clock. It was nearly six thirty. In a minute or so, his alarm would ring. His visitor always left before the alarm.

Sam felt a smile pull at the corner of his mouth. Shy had overslept. He didn’t want to force a confrontation, so he stretched and yawned, groaned once, and settled under the covers in a different position. He left himself a crack in his blanket nest so he could see.

Shiloh woke with a slight jerk. His hair was a sleep-mussed white halo. His black eyes were huge, almost perfectly round with a caught-out expression. The younger man was visibly startled that he hadn’t woken up on his own. Sam had bought him some new clothes, but Shy always slept in an old shirt of his. The neck-hole sagged, and even with his sleep-fuzzy left eye, Sam could see the cluster of shiny pink burns on his sternum.

The young man carefully crept out of the bed, and slipped out of the room, closing the door ever-so-slowly behind him. If not for his walking casts, Shiloh might have been completely silent.

A handful of moments later, his alarm blared in his ear. He was slow to hit it. He lingered, putting his clothes on. Over his head, he could hear the plastic boots clicking on the hardwood of the hallway. He drowned it out by moving to the bathroom and playing his voicemails on speaker.

“Hey, Desta. It’s me, Sami. You wont fucking believe this. Somebody dropped off two derelict bloodmobiles by the fourth district, earmarked for us. They had it soaped on the windows, ‘For use by Our Children.’ One of them has a shot transmission, and both need to have the insides gutted and refitted, but we’re getting more and more volunteers. I’m thinking Pellagro could head one, the other is a toss-up betw—”

The message cut abruptly, and Sam smiled as he scrubbed shaving cream over his cheeks, he waited for the second half of Sami’s message.

“Fuck your message time, man. I think the second Mobile should be headed by either Stanton or Duvall. Good luck with Burns, I’ll see you at two.”

Shit. That was right. If Sam had his druthers, he would have spent all day, every day, in the Mobile, doing what he was best at. Instead, he had to beg funding from corporations. He ground his teeth slightly, and drew the safety razor over his smooth left cheek.

The voice on the third message was unfamiliar. adapazarı escort “Dr. Samuel Desta? I got your number from Elise Pellagro. My name is Charlie Gould, and I’ve been working on a documentary for some time. I’ve got lots and lots of good footage, and I think that if we collaborated, we could do some really great things for the Onus community. I’ve been speaking with Elise, and I’m volunteering in the Mobile on the evening of the sixteenth. I can’t wait to meet you.”

The unfamiliar voice left a number, and Sam saved it with the touch of a button. He hadn’t heard anything about a documentary. Either Gould was a student, or full of shit. But it was absolutely a lead worth following. Since speaking at the senate, donations had been pouring in, and support for the Onus Recognition Act was starting to gain momentum. If nothing else, Sam knew the power of publicity.

One last message. Shorter than all the rest.

“G-Good morning! S… Sam!”

He was looking in the mirror, carefully grooming the skin on the right side of his face that still grew facial hair. He was so surprised by Shiloh’s voice that he dropped the razor. He stared at the phone for a moment. A female voice was droning, asking him if he wanted to save the message, delete it or-.

Sam saved the message. Shiloh must have called his phone during the night, left a message for morning. He felt a small point of warmth in his stomach. So much had changed. Changed from that first day. It almost felt surreal.

He looked at his bare ruined face in the mirror. “I’m doing the right thing.” He said softly, out loud.

His reflection looked back at him, accusing. Even to his own ears, the statement rang false. How could he be doing the right thing?

His reflection shook it’s head. Then why was there a lock in the tower? He imagined the words coming out of his reflection’s mouth.

“He doesn’t sleep there anymore. I wouldn’t ever h-hurt him.” He told his reflection. This time, it seemed to smirk. There was an insolent glint in his listing right eye.

He covered the right side with a clean silk patch, tying it behind his head. Cosmetic surgery had been an option for the last twenty years. He had considered it more times than he could count.

Even with the clouded eye hidden, his reflection grinned broadly. That is your real face. The smooth part, that’s just a mask.

Sam closed his lips over his teeth, relaxing from his taut grimace of a smile. “Shut up.”

—

Today was an important day. A suit-and-tie day. Sam left his pale blue shirt, silk tie, and grey suit coat folded over a chair for now. He stood at the stove top in a white strap-style undershirt and his suit pants. He felt flecks of bacon grease pelting his arms and the top of his chest.

Odd. After everything, that he still enjoyed bacon. He breaded some fresh red slices of tomato and dropped them into the grease with a satisfying hiss.

Over the crackle of the tomatoes, he could hear the soft creak of a door. There wasn’t a good view of the second-floor bedrooms from the kitchen, so he stayed put, waiting for the soft click-clack of Shiloh’s footsteps to draw near.

The entrance to the kitchen was on his blind side. He could hear click-clack-click, then silence. He resisted the urge to turn his head. He had spent most of his life overcorrecting for his weakened (or patched) right eye, but Shy… Shiloh needed a moment to scope out the room. The young Onus had earned his nickname many times over. Sam knew by now to let him initiate contact.

Shiloh rapped the cabinet with his knuckles, and Sam knew it was safe to look. He turned his head. The doctor in him quickly noticed that Shiloh was standing straighter than ever. It was good to see him walking with good posture. Not mincing, like his insides hurt.

“Morning, Shy.” Shiloh flicked his face up before looking back at the floor. He had a hard time maintaining eye contact. But the young man smiled a little, flicking the tip of his grey tongue out to taste the air. “Smell good?” A slight nod, and Shiloh patted his stomach. His ward had a very hard time speaking, but he was very good at communicating.

“Help yourself, I’m almost done with the tomatoes. I’ll join you in a minute.”

Sam was not an imposing man. He stood all of five-foot-six, and he weighed maybe a hundred and fifty pounds soaking wet. Many Onus stood taller than him, not to mention full humans. But Shiloh was very small, even for an Onus. He flipped the tomatoes and watched Shiloh lean forward on the toes of his casts so he could reach a plate. His doctor’s eye saw that Shiloh’s hands were trembling more than usual this morning.

“Actually…” Shiloh halted instantaneously, looking at him. A week ago, he would have flinched. Progress? “Let me get that for you.”

Sam’s plates weren’t made of glass. But the last time Shiloh dropped one it had made a loud clattering noise and startled Shiloh into one of his (thankfully rare) panic attacks. It had taken almost an hour for Sam to coax him out of akçaabat escort his hiding place, the nearest bathroom. To convince him that he wasn’t angry.

Sam put the finished tomatoes on a plate lined with paper towels. He forked two directly onto Shy’s plate. He checked his watch, he wasn’t expected at Generations for an hour and a half, yet. He piled his own plate high with scrambled eggs, bacon, and fried tomatoes.

Starting recently, with a few notable exceptions (soup, mainly) Shiloh ate almost exclusively with his hands. Distribution of olfactory receptors among Onus was maddeningly random. Sam wrote his thesis on Onus sensory organs before going on to research an immuno-booster for the mothers of Onus with the late Marion Kinicke.

Onus had eyes, they had ears, and noses, and tongues. But they also had patches of hypersensitive skin on their bodies that seemed to pull triple, or even quadruple duty. The patches always had bilateral symmetry, but remained unique from individual to individual. The unique sensory organs were referred to as SSO’s (Squamous Sensory Organs), or light-sensitive derma in scientific company. In more common parlance, Sensory patches or Onus spots. Among certain social and political strata, the terms were… earthier. Snatchskin and Freakrash being the most popular.

Sam had already done a few simple tests, asked a few questions. Shiloh was one of the approximate 80% of Onus who could sense light with his SSO’s. He was in a rarer sliver of the population that had more olfactory and taste receptors in his SSO’s than he did in his tongue.

Sam watched him smile at picking up a slice of tomato, tasting it already. It was worth it. Worth getting up early and going through the trouble to cook. If only just to see Shiloh smile like that. After taking a small bite, the young man wiped his fingers and scrawled a quick note in one of his notebooks. He slid it across the table to Sam, so he could read it.

YUM. Shiloh made the letters blocky and three-dimensional, with little comic-book lines bursting away from them, for emphasis. In the upper right hand corner of the page, he had sketched Pocky, but crossed it out so Sam would know that YUM was the point of the exchange. It was a shame. The sketch was quite good.

“I wanted to give you another checkup this afternoon.” Sam spoke between bites of egg. “It’s been a few weeks since your surgery, and I just want to see how everything is going.”

Shiloh glanced up at him, and Sam thought the young man’s pale skin looked a little pink. Especially around the ears and high up on his neck. “You look a lot healthier, Shy. You’ve forgotten to take your pain pills a few times, walking easier. I could even get you into some lighter casts.” Shiloh nodded hard enough that his clean white hair flopped into his eyes. He smiled with his teeth. It was a good thing to see. Shiloh’s smiles had once been a very rare thing.

Now for the hard part. “I… ah. I also managed to pick up some things for you. You told me about your family doctor. I contacted him. He keeps good records, which is unusual for doctors who provide care for Onus. You were fairly up to date on your vaccines, but there are a few that you need to catch up on.”

The look that came over Shiloh’s face was enough to make him pause. Shiloh fiddled with the pen for a few long seconds. He started to write, and scribbled out his starts three times. Finally, he just scrawled and circled a large question mark.

“HPV, for one. You also haven’t gotten the Tdap. That’s tetanus, diphtheria, and pertussis. It also couldn’t hurt for you to get a flu shot.” He could hear his voice settling into professional rhythms. It was easier to speak as a doctor than as… than as whatever they were to each other. Sam knew he still had to try.

“I don’t want you to do anything you hate, but—”

Shiloh was writing. Sam trailed off. Shiloh flipped the notebook towards him. He had excellent handwriting, but the lines were uneven and a bit smudged. Some days it was better, but today his hands were shaking too badly.

Sam could see Shiloh’s half-starts, despite liberal scribbles.

Do I have

Why

Please don’t

I don’t have to like it.

“No, I guess not.” Sam felt a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, but didn’t give in. He slid the notebook back across the table.

Shiloh was a magnetic presence for Sam. Whenever the younger man was in the room, it was difficult to avert his eye. Some of it was just analytical, but not all of it.

Not even most of it.

He was fascinated by the structural beauty of Shiloh’s cheekbones. Mesmerized by the way his skin was almost translucent in some light. He wanted to know how soft those lips would be against his skin. He wondered how it would feel, to have Shy’s long sensitive tongue lick him all over. If he came over the patches on Shiloh’s back, would he like the taste?

This wasn’t a healthy way to think. No one knew that more than himself. He filled the silence with his words. Trying to akçakale escort get away from the worry-circle of his thoughts.

“I went through the emails you sent yesterday. You do some great work, sometimes Sami calls you my secretary.”

Shiloh smiled and his cheeks flushed bright pink. The color on his pale face made him look like a china doll. He didn’t reach for the notepad. He just made a gesture, a lazy beckoning with two fingers. go on.

Sam checked his watch. It was about that time. “I have to go now, but I want you to think about maybe doing that sort of work more… officially?”

Shiloh cocked his head.

“You never ask for anything. I could put you on Our Children’s payroll. You could get some spending money—” Shiloh was vigorously shaking his head. He reached for the notepad.

“No, n-no, Sam.” He stammered, and then slid the notebook over.

Every cent should go to the ones who NEED it.

I don’t need anything.

Sam smiled wryly and got up. He washed his hands and buttoned his blue shirt. “Well, you can tell me if you ever change your mind about that. You help maintain the website, you know how many of my assets go to Our Children. I can afford it if you want something. Books, clothes, a pet?”

Shiloh cocked his head the other direction at the last offering. Sam laughed. “You’re here alone all day. I feel bad. I don’t have any pets other than Pocky because I’m not here to give them the attention they need.”

Sam suddenly felt cold. It wasn’t entirely true. He had one other pet. One he had bought and paid for. His fingers stiffened and fumbled, messing up the knot of his tie. His face felt hot.

Shiloh could sense the sudden change in mood, if not why. “Sa-am?” He whispered. He got up with awkward suddenness. Closed the distance between them with his graceless walk.

Onus had body hair. It was a common misconception that they didn’t. Sam himself had studied the incredibly fine hairs on Shy’s skin. It was so fine and short, that when the light dining room light lit him up from behind, his outline was softened. A literal silver lining. He didn’t seem quite real. What was the word he was looking for?

“Sorry, Shy. A goose walked over my grave.” The nonsense saying brought a tentative smile to the younger man’s face. Shy had a square face. The impression was given by his jutting cheekbones and wide jawline. His large eyes and hollow cheeks made him look waifish. But when he smiled, two deep dimples cut into his cheeks. His dark eyes practically lit up. The faint stress-lines at the corner of his eyes and the center of his forehead disappeared. He looked radiant. Lit up from within and without.

Sam slid into his suit jacket, and his heavier winter coat. The young Onus waited patiently. Rocking slightly on his casts. Sam knew what he was waiting for. The light from the dining room gilded his cheekbones with a faint silver corona. His silk-fine hair floated in a fine halo around his head.

The word he was looking for? He found it.

Ethereal.

“Come here.” He said softly.

Shiloh had come to him once. The day after the address. Sam could still remember how the Onus had trembled with daring. Since then, he had to be invited. Otherwise he couldn’t build up the courage.

Shiloh was more gentle now. He didn’t grasp like he was drowning, and he needed to hold Sam to stay afloat. He tucked his head under Sam’s chin and hummed quietly. “Hmmm.” And gave Sam an extra little squeeze before unmooring himself. Sam was ever-so-slightly behind schedule. Shiloh’s hugs were good 30-second affairs. But he wouldn’t have interrupted one for the world.

“Buh-…B-” Sometimes Shiloh was able to salvage the words, sometimes they got away from him. This was one of those times. Sam could empathize with that. The sudden sadness and shame in Shiloh’s eyes made his heart hurt.

Part of him just wanted to kiss him. To kiss the hurt little frown off of those soft pale lips.

The madness passed. Instead he murmured. “I have my cell. I’ll text you if I get lucky.” The invitation for Shiloh to text him was unspoken, but clear.

—

“Anyone else would have listened after the first ten times we said no. Why are you still here?”

The man was a glorified secretary. A young dark-skinned man with thick eyebrows that almost met above his nose. His white shirt was immaculate, whiter than Shiloh’s skin. He was crammed into a tiny desk outside the elevator to Geoff Burns’ office.

Sam made his face very still and stared at the young man without speaking. He knew the effect his face had on people. The not-quite-monobrowed secretary set his mouth in a hard line, visibly uncomfortable despite his anger. “Mr. Burns didn’t make any time for your appointment. His schedule is very busy. Go bother a church if you want charity. We’ve said no…”

“I have heard no.” Sam knew the trick to speaking softly. The trick was not to stop. “I’ve heard a no from you, I heard a no from several lower-level cogs looking for approval. I have not heard a no from Geoff Burns, or really any confirmation that he knows I am here. Until I hear that no, you haven’t seen the last of me, Mr. Suresh.” He gave the young man a bland confident smile that he didn’t feel at all. “And besides. The Vatican insists that Onus are foretold in Revelations. No neighborly feelings from that quarter.”

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Stephen & Justin.

It was getting dark outside and Stephen was shocked to find that he had been there with Justin for almost four hours. All through their meal Justin continued to ask him about Adam and their time together. Stephen managed to side step most of them and he could feel Justin simmering with frustration, though his face gave nothing away.

He excused himself to go to the bathroom and stood there for a while trying to pinpoint just what it was about Justin that made him feel so uneasy. Was it because he was so confident in an almost arrogant way or was it those very cold, calculating blue eyes?

Stephen relieved himself and after washing his hands he went back to their table noting with annoyance that Justin had ordered him another beer. He smiled briefly as he sat back down.

“Listen Justin, I’ve had a pretty heavy day and I know it’s only early but I think I’ll just call it a night ok?” He took a large swallow of his drink hoping Justin would just agree. Did the room seem to move a little? Why were his lips feeling tingly?

Justin smiled coldly and nodded. “Sure I understand. Just let me get the check and we can go ok?” He stood and went to pay at the front of the restaurant. Stephen blanched at the odd feeling in his stomach and he was surprised to find a trickle of sweat running down his cheek. What in the fuck was happening here?

He tried to stand but almost fell catching himself just in time by grabbing the table.

He couldn’t be drunk! He only had a couple of beers and that one shot. My God he drank more than that just going to his friend’s house for a bar-b-que! He felt a weird sensation and looked over at Justin who was watching him with a distinct expression of satisfaction on his face.

“Poor fella.” He flirted with the waitress. “I don’t think he can handle his alcohol.” They both laughed at the shared joke. Justin moved over to Stephen and took his arm in a firm grasp. “I think you’ve had more than enough fun for one night. What do you think? Let’s get you out of here.”

Stephen went to jerk his arm from Justin’s grasp and failed miserably. He didn’t feel threatened or scared just very agreeable and obliging. Which even to his foggy brain didn’t make sense. He tried once again to break away and actually giggled at his pathetic effort.

Justin swung him around so they were face to face. It was like looking into a bottomless pit. Gone was the handsome smile. Instead it seemed as though another person uydukent escort had taken his place. The full lips curled into a vicious sneer. “Stephen you need to listen to me carefully now. I have something important I need you to understand. So focus!” And with that Stephen was lightly slapped across the face.

He wanted to protest but the words froze in his throat. What in the hell was going on? They were outside and yet he didn’t remember even moving. That feeling in the pit of his stomach was rapidly turning from mild indifference to just plain fear. His brain began to register that he might just be in some trouble here and his system began to fill with adrenaline preparing itself to flee or fight. Yet oddly enough he still felt like laughing.

His body felt boneless and he knew though that if Justin let go he would fall to the ground in a heap so fleeing or fighting wasn’t really an option at the moment. Justin held his face in between his hands and forced him to look at those dead eyes.

“That feeling that you’re experiencing is of a person who has been given a mild dose of GHB. Do you know what that is city boy? Don’t freak out its not you I’m after. Is it all starting to make sense now? So I want you to walk nicely with me to the car and we’ll get you all squared away and then I’ll pay a little visit to Adam and we can get better aquatinted. Sound like a plan city boy?”

Stephen had no idea what Justin was talking about and found himself going along quite willingly which only made him more afraid.

GHB? Was that what Justin had said? His drink! The puzzle began to make sense now. Beneath that very handsome exterior there beat the heart of someone that Stephen was sure he really didn’t want to know better.

The world took on an odd tilt and Stephen found himself laughing like an idiot once more. He just couldn’t stop. It seemed to have a life of it’s own. Justin joined in on the joke and laughed right along with him as they drove off to God knows where.

He looked around and things became familiar. They were back at the hospital except around the back somewhere. The lighting was almost non-existent which he guessed was the reason they were here.

Justin opened the door and Stephen all but spilled out of the car saved only by a restraining hand from Justin. All of a sudden the lights went out and before he could stop himself Stephen yelped like a wounded puppy. Understanding set in and he realized zeytinburnu escort he was now blindfolded. Surely someone would see them? But then again why would Justin choose a place that would be busy with foot traffic?

A harsh whisper in his ear made his stomach roll.

“As long as you’re a good boy everything will be ok Stephen. I like you and I don’t want to have to hurt you, so don’t do anything stupid.”

Stephen felt himself going down some stairs and then he was sat in a chair and felt tape bite into his wrists then it was being stuck across his lips. Now there really was no chance of discovery. His heart sank but now he also feared for Adam.

He had no idea how Justin would manage to get Adam out of the hospital without anyone becoming suspicious. Why, why didn’t he listen to his gut and tell Justin to go fuck himself! Stephen gave himself a mental scolding. He jumped as Justin moved in close.

“It’s time to get Adam. Don’t worry I won’t hurt a hair on his pretty head. Remember what I said, be a good boy.” He cuffed Stephen sharply to the back of his head, proving his point.

Stephen now gagged could only make what he hoped was a sound of agreement.

Please God, please don’t let him hurt Adam.

Adam & Justin

Adam woke with a hand across his mouth and was too startled to react. His eyes widened as he recognized the owner. It was that paramedic guy, Justin. He thought he remembered kinder eyes and a gentler smile but the man standing before him certainly had none of those endearing qualities.

“Don’t do anything stupid. Be still and quiet and I will tell you what’s going to happen. Nod if you understand me. Oh one more thing, I have your handsome friend so no heroics.”

Adam felt little icicles of fear collect in his heart. This guy has Stephen? Why in God’s name would he have Stephen and does that mean he was taken by force? Adam wondered too about his impending fate and nodded slowly.

Justin removed his hand, watching Adam for any signs that he would yell or try to run. Seeing none he began his little speech.

“You probably don’t remember me but I was the one who tried to save your kid. There’s something you don’t know about me and that is that I actually have a hard time getting people, guys, to trust me. Hard to believe I know.”

Justin paused dramatically and Adam found himself beginning to hate him with a passion.

“You see people, şişli escort and by that I mean guys, need time to see the real me underneath. I am not a cruel or hateful person merely misunderstood. Don’t worry about your boyfriend he’s ok….for now.” With that Justin motioned for Adam to get off the bed and went to the closet to get out some clean clothes the nurse had left for him.

Adam thought wildly about a way to get out of this mess or even try to leave a clue or a message for someone to find. God this was like a bad movie! He almost laughed but managed to choke it back in time. He had a feeling that laughter of any kind would not be welcomed.

“Ok Ok..I’ll come with you but I have a few demands of my own. I am not going to change in front of you we’re not that close and two when we get to where we’re going you let Stephen go! If you don’t agree to this then I don’t care what you do to me I’ll scream bloody murder and then we’ll see whose in control.” Adam let his breath come out in a rush terrified that he had only succeeded in provoking Justin into a rage.

He didn’t care though. He may be in a bad situation right now but he certainly didn’t have to act like a helpless victim.

Justin’s eyes narrowed but he nodded wordlessly. He threw the clothes at Adam and walked him to the bathroom door. “Don’t try anything or I swear to God you’ll regret it.”

Adam searched the bathroom desperately trying to find something to write with. He grabbed a square of toilet paper but now he needed something to scribble quick “help me” note.

Giving himself time to think Adam quickly dressed and then put his thin jacket on. It may be warm evening but he was still feeling the affects of being in an emotional upheaval.

He patted his pockets and felt something in the right one. Thank God for small mercies. A pen! But there was something else in there too. A note.

“Mr. Watts, Adam. I hope when you eventually find this you will be able to read this with a smile. I am the nurse who has been caring for you ever since you were brought in. I felt such sorrow for the loss of your little girl and you remind me so much of my own son that I just felt a connection to you. So this is to say that it has been a pleasure being able to care for you and I wish it was under different circumstances but I’m glad we met.

God Bless

Nurse Jenkins.

PS I found this pen in your pants pocket and thought you may like it back.”

Adam raised his gaze to the ceiling and wiped away the tears that ran down his cheeks. When this whole stupid game was over he hoped he was still around to kiss that woman!

More Coming…Sorry they aren’t really long but it’s all I can manage to fit in.

I hope you’re enjoying the story.

Blessings

Taylor.

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