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The week prior, Ms. Mahoney, the play’s director, had brought in a gay actor, Sean, to talk to the cast about the unique issues of sexuality raised by the script. With the two lead actors both being straight, they would have been remiss not to try to get some perspective from someone who could relate to what they were portraying.

Sean was a senior at the college, and had a role in another production, but he had made time.

He was a good-looking gay man: neat hair with just a little product, a tasteful vest, sharp-looking shoes, bright eyes and an engaging manner that drew attention.

Both Mark and Barry listened, and tried to improve their acting skills by learning from him. Somewhere in their minds, though, they both wondered:

Am I gay like him?

What would it take to make me gay like him?

What would it be like, having sex with him?

Sean knew they were straight. But he approached Barry after the rehearsal, catching up with him as he walked home, talking with him on the sidewalk.

And when he said: “If you ever need any special instruction, give me a call”…

Barry said: “Uhh… what kind of… instruction?”

And he said: “Use your imagination,” and walked off.

Barry watched him go, and when he was gone, realized he had a standing invitation to a no-strings-attached gay experience.

—–

He wasn’t planning on using it. When the next week rolled around, after Wednesday’s rehearsal, he thought he might have found the alternative he was looking for.

A friend of Ms. Mahoney’s, a mother in her mid-30s, was hanging around the theater with her son, 7, a quiet tow-headed kid who wandered around looking at displays on the walls.

Barry didn’t know why he was struck by her. It might have been her ordinary charm. She seemed a sensible, stable, older and more down-to-earth woman. He might have wanted something like that after his disastrous bar experience. Also, under her modest blouse she was very womanly, and something about her seemed more than just friendly, perhaps willing to consider… something.

When rehearsal ended, Barry went up to her on impulse, and chatted her up.

Her name was Rachel. She was getting a divorce. She was technically still married, but had removed the ring. She was living on her own. She was busy with her son and her job. She hadn’t had much time for herself lately.

She spoke of lawyers and teachers, a world far outside Barry’s. He spoke of classes and internships, a world she’d left behind.

She was flattered by the attention from the masculine college kid a decade younger.

She was going out with Ms. Mahoney and some of the girls on Friday night. She already had a sitter.

When Barry asked her to break the date, and go out with him instead, something inside her twinged. It was the first hint of passion and desirability she’d felt since her husband cheated and ran. The first invitation to a date.

His impossible youth, and the ridiculousness of any relationship, made it feel safe.

But his smiling persistence, and the obviously sexual vibe she got from him, gave her a tingling thrill.

She told him maybe. Then called him late that same night to accept.

Two days later, Rachel left her son with the sitter and went out with a college boy.

Both of them were on a budget. They got to know each other over upscale fast-food.

Then he drove her out of town, to a hilly, wooded nature preserve. They walked until it got dark. As the sun went down, he talked about the quirks of the show’s rehearsals, and being a straight man playing a gay character.

“I envy you,” she said, after a pause. “You’re so free. You can pursue anything you want to, do anything, try anything. Your life is so full of opportunities.”

“Yours is too,” he replied. “All you have to do is reach out and take them.”

She shook her head, about to say something about a child and responsibilities, when he took her hand in his, and she was filled with anticipation.

She’d been in college once, and had thought she could never go back. But just for one night…?

They sat in a wide clearing at the top of a hill and watched the moon and stars for a while. He pointed out constellations; she complimented him.

Then they were sitting closer. As if for warmth. Closer still.

He took her chin in his hand, and she melted as their mouths met.

Fast would have let her feel safe, in control. She’d almost wanted to share a lustful, greedy groping with him. She’d almost hoped he would be an impatient, needy lover. He wasn’t. He took his time kissing her slowly, caressing her hands and arms, putting his hands on her neck, side, belly — oh-so-inappropriate but not — yet — sexual.

Her breasts were large, and had the normal shape of gravity and an infant. When he unbuttoned her blouse, and looked at them with open lust, something old and familiar returned to her.

When he slipped a hand inside one cup and gently pinched and tweaked her hard nipple, she flushed. The rush of sexuality keçiören escort was returning for the first time in a long time. Their yearning bodies; the power of his youth; the forbidden rush of passion out-of-doors: she felt like a woman, now, not a mother, and she wanted that.

But it felt wrong. And she was a mother. She did the mature thing.

Her blouse was mostly unbuttoned, and his hand had taken a hot, naughty trip up her skirt. He’d rubbed her panties once before sliding one finger just barely under them. He’d felt the incredible heat of her.

As always for him, it was an animalistic excitement, touching a woman’s hairy pussy, feeling it ready. He knew from her intense kisses and the stifling sauna hidden in her panties that she was going to be putty in his hands. He was ready, so ready.

But it was then that she pulled back, looked away, and put a firm hand on his shoulder. His hand was gently squeezing her inner thigh as she explained that it was just too soon. He couldn’t bear to move that hand away. He felt so close.

But she was saying how much she had to work through, the emotional trauma of her breakup, and her need to watch out for her real needs, as he gave that thigh a last pat. She explained the responsibility of child-rearing and legal appearances, barely able to look at him, as he slid his hand down her leg and out from under her skirt.

He said it was all right, but his mind seemed frozen, and he barely knew what he was saying. They didn’t hold hands on the way back to the car.

Rachel and Barry didn’t kiss good night.

And when he got home, late, he was closer to masturbating than he’d been in years. He could have cried.

He paced.

He’d already made up his mind. But he couldn’t make himself dial his damned phone.

He stopped. Sighed. Pulled out his phone and looked at it.

He dialed Sean.

“Hi there. It’s Barry, we met a couple weeks ago,” he said into it.

He listened to the voice on the other end.

“Right, I’m Barry from the gay play. Yeah. Actually that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Exactly.” He sort-of chuckled. “No, seriously, I do need some help with… perspective on my character. I was wondering if you’re free tonight.”

“Well I don’t think it’ll take all night, no.”

“Right… I was thinking, ah, some pretty intensive help. Can you come over for an hour?”

“That’s…” Barry sighed. “That’s sort of what I was thinking.”

Silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. Then assent, goodbyes, and Barry’s heart pounded until the knock came, and he was inviting Sean into his apartment.

Sean wore a tight T-shirt and jeans. Barry didn’t bother with giving him the tour. They looked at each other for a moment.

Sean seemed calm, but was wound like a spring. “So,” he said, “if I get you right, you need help understanding something about the sexual passion of a gay man.”

“Right,” said Barry.

“For your show.”

“For the play, yeah.”

“And you’re wanting me… to show you that kind of passion… that gay men have, when they have sex.”

“Right.”

Sean stepped forward and put a hand on Barry’s arm. “And you want to be part of the demonstration, don’t you.”

“Yes.”

Sean walked away and thought for a moment. “Let’s get some things clear here, first. I am 100 percent disease and drug free. Are you?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t want to do anything hardcore, right?”

“Right.”

“You probably want this to stay just between us, hmm?”

“That’s right. Yeah.”

He put a hand on Barry’s shoulder as he walked back around to face him. “And Barry, from the look in your eyes, I’m guessing you don’t really care about much besides getting your own rocks off. You’re not really going to take any interest in me, now, are you.”

Well, that was a fair question. “I guess not,” he said. And if that was a deal-breaker, that was too bad.

He really wasn’t attracted to this young man. He seemed attractive enough. He wore a pleasant scent, masculine with a hint of floral. He had a crisp, well-arranged look about him. Easy on the eyes. Nonthreatening.

But Barry didn’t know him well enough to feel comfortable around him, and more importantly, apart from his hands and his mouth, he just didn’t have the right parts.

“Hmmmmm,” said Sean, tracing Barry’s collarbone with a finger. “So you want me to do all the work, and you get all the reward.”

Barry kept his breathing steady. “That’s about what I mean, yeah.”

Sean didn’t react. He ran his finger just under the collar of Barry’s T-shirt, then lazily caressed the base of his wide neck with his finger and thumb.

Barry opened his mouth so he could breathe more easily. His heart pounded. He looked right at this young gay man who was touching him.

Sean stepped lazily to one side, as if he had all the time in the world, and ran his fingers up and down Barry’s chest, over his T-shirt, dipping from neck to breastbone, to navel, back up.

Sean küçükçekmece escort stepped behind him. He took a shoulder in one hand and ran the other up the side of that strong neck, to slide his fingers through Barry’s short brown hair. Barry’s eyes closed as the touch rose and fell, caressing his ear, then the nape of his neck, around and around.

It wasn’t a tickle. But neither was the arousal the same as with a woman, nor even with Mark. This was the touch of a stranger, a foreign tingle, and it simultaneously aroused and repelled him.

He felt shame, and the urge to bolt out from under the circling fingers. And at the same time, intense excitement.

Titillation: the touch was electric, more alive than any woman had given him, because it burned with a secret wrong.

Still behind him, Sean had slipped a hand under his shirt and was gently kneading his waist. The other traced his jawline. He inhaled as the gay man ran a finger under his chin.

Eyes closed, in the silence of his apartment, he heard the creak of the floorboard as Sean shifted his weight forward. Their bodies weren’t touching, not yet. But he could feel the heat.

“You like that?” came the murmur, soft, with lips almost touching his ear. The hand teased his belly and he flinched. He couldn’t answer.

Sean’s breath on his neck, again and again. Both hands caressed his skin, high and low. They knew just the most wonderfully sensitive spots, and stroked them with a deft gentleness that promised more, much more to come.

Now Sean leaned ever so little into him. The soft lips barely brushed the edge of his ear, and he heard a faint moist sound as he opened his mouth.

“Just one thing…” the cute gay man whispered into his ear. “Do just one thing for me…”

“What is it?” asked Barry, whispering back.

“From here on out… no turning back…”

The fingers ran up and down the side of his neck, and he felt the hot breath on his ear.

He gave a quick nod.

“Good…” whispered Sean, and dipped his mouth to kiss Barry’s neck.

He’d never thought it would be like this. Where was the raw animal passion, the pounding naked muscle? His breath took on a ragged edge as Sean’s thumb found his navel and circled it. Such casual possessiveness, in that arm half-wrapped around him and gently invading his bellybutton.

Everything was so slow… so hot and slow…

It wasn’t right…

He felt a trail of gentle kisses down the back of his neck, then the hands withdrawing and switching places as the slow, wet pecks led back up. Lips touched his hairline as fingers stroked his earlobe. The hand under his shirt gave his hairy chest a lover’s caress.

An eternity of Sean’s breath on his neck, his lips barely brushing his ears. Endless gentle stroking of the bare skin on his waist, side, chest, as he stood there, helpless, caught.

Hint of warm breath…

Slow, teasing touch…

Fingers probing and coaxing…

When Sean leaned back and pulled his hands away, Barry actually gave a slight gasp. But he was still there, fingers trailing up and down his bare arms as he whispered again into the solidly-built athlete’s ear.

“First I’m gonna play with your cock, and get it nice and hard…”

Barry panted, once.

“…and then I’m gonna take it in my mouth, and I’m gonna suck you, nice and slow.”

Sean’s wet lips closed around his earlobe. Barry made a soft sound, as Sean’s tongue slid treacherously up the edge of his ear while the hand on the other side caressed his cheek. The moist, lascivious tongue swirled its way back down, carelessly flicking the ear’s pliant, shockingly sensitive flesh.

Barry panted some more, swept away with hideous sexuality, betrayed by his body and his own desires.

The gay man’s hands dropped under the straight man’s shirt, embracing him, rubbing his belly and chest as he licked and kissed the tender skin of his neck.

It wasn’t right. Barry felt a growing disgust with himself, with Sean, with their secret encounter. The erotic touch of another man: it was repulsive and wrong.

He felt an urge to shove the young man away, to wash away the itch of these teasing caresses.

A fast suck-job would have just been sex, just hot horny sex. But this was seduction. He hated it. He was trapped in it. It felt incredible and awful.

His cock was throbbing, angry, lonely. He needed relief. He needed sexual touch. Release. He needed… more.

No turning back. Not now. Sean had promised what he needed. For that, he could endure his body’s betrayal. Endure it just a little longer.

Barry lifted his arms to let Sean’s fingers trace up his sides, leaning back, surrendering to the hated teasing.

Sean grabbed the hem and lifted the shirt off him, and then he was bare to the waist, exposed for the pleasuring.

Fingers found a nipple, and tweaked and pulled at it, hard, a bizarre and stimulating pain. Grasping hands cupped his jaw, his cheeks, and they turned kurtköy escort his head side-to-side as a barrage of kisses landed on his defenseless neck and shoulders.

He was lost in it all, spun up red-hot until he couldn’t see his way back. Not once had a hand dipped below his belt, and gone was any thought of turning around and taking control. He’d given himself over to his gay lover and he was helpless until the act was through.

He wasn’t being taught anything that would be very useful onstage, but his teacher had uncovered the hidden half of his own lust and showed it to him, and it was more than he could handle, and it was all he could do to take it in, and hang on for the ride.

Sean extended his arms and stretched them alongside Barry’s, taking him hand in hand from behind, interlacing fingers as he nuzzled his nose into a shoulder. He’d leaned forward to do it, and Barry felt Sean’s erection pressing into his butt.

Brought back to reality just a bit, he opened his eyes. Sean was talking.

“Ready to have your cock stroked by a man for the first time?”

“Mm,” said Barry, and didn’t elaborate.

“Are you ready to have your cock sucked by a man for the first time?”

“Mm-hm.”

Sean let go of one hand and, as he slowly and pointedly sashayed around to face Barry, he stroked the other hand with a feather-light fingertip. Barry wasn’t sure if this was something gay men did, but in that moment, the touch sizzled across his palm, lingering in its absence. Attraction and repulsion, erotic and wrong. He cupped his empty hand as if he could hold the memory.

Facing him, Sean looked into his eyes as he ran all ten fingertips down Barry’s body. “Are you hard for me yet? Did the nice gay boy make you all hard?”

He slowly started running his palm down the front of Barry’s jeans, and encountered the thick lump there with a shock. “Oh! I guess I did!”

“Ooh,” said Sean, as he unbuttoned Barry’s jeans, and, looking him right in the eye, tugged his zipper down. The sound seemed loud. Barry’s pants fell open.

Sean leaned in, and kissed Barry’s shoulder, then his collarbone. Barry lifted his head involuntarily as the moist lips found, at last, the soft notch at the base of his neck. The hungry, wet lips nipped and kissed his exposed throat. Slippery, they pinched him all over: his Adam’s apple, the heat of his pulse, up and down.

When he felt the tip of Sean’s tongue lick up under his chin, he couldn’t help himself: his hands came up of their own accord and grasped Sean’s head, as he kissed him, hard, on the mouth.

Not practice for a show. Not for anyone else. A hard, fierce kiss, from lover to lover.

He gave a faint “uhhgn” as their mouth separated, because it was just then that Sean’s hands had finally found his cock in his boxers.

A moment to free it out the fly of its cloth prison. Freed. Then their foreheads pressed together — they were almost the same height — as thin, gay fingers stroked a fat, straight cock.

“You’re so big,” breathed Sean.

“I know,” muttered Barry.

“And so hard and wet already. You must really want it bad.”

Barry’s eyes closed and he breathed twice, sharply, through his nose, then his mouth fell half-open again. Sean had just gently stroked the tip of his penis.

As usual, his penis and boxers were soaked in pre-cum, the sticky, slippery fluid of this man grown confused and desperate in his desire.

Their bodies swayed together. Sean balanced himself against Barry, forehead to forehead. He laid one hand on his chest almost like a reclined, sleeping lover, while he explored the swollen manhood with the other.

Sean kept looking into Barry’s eyes. Barry would look into Sean’s, and have to look away, eyes rolling and closing, head rocking slightly side-to-side, as the pleasure was doled out to him touch by agonizing touch.

“Don’t come yet,” said Sean, his voice low and serious. “I want to play with you some more first, before I slip my lips around your giant cock and give it a nice hard sucking.”

“Mmmm,” said Barry. The words were echoing around his mind, the concept of a gay man sucking his cock. He couldn’t quite grasp it, like something said in yesterday’s dream. What did it mean?

Just one hand’s slender fingers groped and rubbed at his cock.

The two of them stood, balanced together. Barry was holding onto Sean’s shoulders.

The well-built — even brutish — college senior was giving out small pants that weren’t quite gasps, and small noises that weren’t quite moans. He was twisting his body back-and-forth, ever so slightly, in a way that wasn’t quite writhing.

It might have looked a bit like a wrestling match. The slight, delicate, well-groomed man had taken his stocky opponent in a very clever lock, and with barely any pressure, had him wriggling, pinned upright, unable to escape.

“You like me stroking your cock?” asked Sean, looking right in his eyes while he did just that.

Barry gave a noise that might have been an “oh,” but might also have been an “ooh,” and knitted his brows as he realized that he did, he did, yes, he did like Sean stroking his cock, he could stroke his cock all night long if he wanted, and — oh God — why had he gone so long without letting this man stroke his cock?

“Fuck. Ah. Oh fuck. Yeah,” said Barry, blinking his eyes.

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I knew I was gay from the age of fourteen, I had been fantasising and looking at the men on the television, never the woman. I felt like a freak, a total and utter freak of nature. That was until I met Ben, he made me realise that I wasn’t something out of a horror movie waiting around the corner, waiting to gnarl a small boy with my manhood, making him cry for his mother. Instead I felt like I belonged somewhere, and that was with Ben.

I’m eighteen now and am basically as horny as they come, a sexually frustrated teenager who has a crush on his best and only friend. I couldn’t believe it, Ben appeared in most of my fantasises, It was unbelievable how he had turned form my role-model into something more … and I hoped he didn’t know, I couldn’t bare it if he knew that I fancied him, or even that I thought of him that way. I sigh to myself, knowing that life is just difficult, I never go out and I don’t smoke or drink, my parents did teach me something, even if it wasn’t how to be straight.

“John!” I hear someone calling my name, the beautiful English pronunciation hitting my ears, I know its Ben, he never says hey or hi, it’s always John. Sometimes it makes my heart shudder and beat faster, knowing that the person I wanted was nearby … was calling for me. Seeing him enter my room sent a shiver down my spin, he was wearing what I called his pulling outfit, tight light blue skinny jeans, a blue tank top showing his one tattoo of the milky way, he was quite a nerd … a rather hot nerd I always thought. And the one thing that made me shiver, his black and silver starred silk scarf wrapped around his neck, the one leg hanging down his barely concealed chest.

“Hey Ben.” I say, voice barely above a whisper as I watch his movements as he walks to my bed. “What you doing here?” I ask him, still kind of confused as to why he would be wearing his ‘pulling’ outfit and not be out their pulling some bloke. He was like me, a virgin as well yet he knew how to tease a man and get his ways with him without being breached or shagging the man. I think he only kisses and gives blow jobs if I’m honest, I have never heard him brag, he just says what he has done and that is the end of it, we share everything, even when we masturbate, we share what had happened to make us want to. Some would assume us to be boyfriends, but we’re not.

“I wondered if you wanted to come out to the park with me …” Ben maltepe escort asked me, I was rather shocked if I’m honest. In all our years of knowing each other he hadn’t once asked me to go with him to the park, it had always been his other friends, I was jealous, I can admit that. But now? I was shocked out of my mind. “I mean you don’t have to, I was just wondering you know cause I kinda like you ya know, like really like you.”

“Uh …” I couldn’t say anything, my mouth was open yet no words seemed to escape, I figured I looked like a goldfish, mouth hanging and bobbing open, trying to speak yet unable to get the words out. I clear my throat and try again. “Uh, yeah I would love to.” I say and give him my best ever smile, the one I only reserve for times when I am too overjoyed to be able to say much.

Once getting to the park we made our way to the grassy area where the kids tend to play football and rugby. I like it here at night time, it is always quite and you get a sense of belonging with the hooting of the owls and the sounds the trees make as the wind blows through them. I smile and lay down our blanket, knowing that we were not going to sit down on a rather muddy field and risk our parents having a go because our clothes need an extra spin in the washing machine.

“Sit down!” Ben shouted at me, pulling me by the hem of my rather large t-shirt. I fell into a rather muddy piece of grass, having missed the blanket by at least 3 yards. Pouting I give him the finger, knowing he will only laugh and tell me not to dirty the blanket. “Get them dirty things off!” He says to me, I blush yet so as he tells me, slowly removing my dirtied trousers, putting them to the side of the blanket and putting my coat over my legs, just in case anyone was to walk by.

“I feel … exposed.” I say, blushing so hard my face turns pink along with my neck and arms, I haven’t ever been this naked in public, I had been brought up to never walk around half dressed in a public area. But I swear Ben is changing me, and I assume it is for the better. I can see Ben blushing slightly and I know something is going on inside his head, I am nervous yet excited at the same time. Part of me wonders whether it’s the chance I’ve been waiting for or whether he is going to tell me he has this stunning new boyfriend, one I would love to meet.

“Can I uh … make love to you?” He manavgat escort asks me, making me blink at the full moon and look at him. Wondering if I heard him correctly I make him repeat his words to me again. I’m flabbergasted, and I am the goldfish again, mouth moving with no words coming out. So I just nod, knowing that he will know that I couldn’t speak for shock. He smiled and leans in to kiss me, my palms are so sweaty by now that I feel if I put them down they will just slide, so I keep them clung to my chest, as I let our lips touch and melt together, almost like we were born for each other.

I moan a little as Ben leans over me, making me lay down on the tartan blanket my grandmother had given me from Scotland. He licks over my neck, while hauling my t-shirt from my chest. I blush when it is off, knowing I am nearly fully exposed to him. I have never felt so scared and happy at the same time in my life. I bush yet again when I feel my boxers being tugged down my legs, revealing my full 6 inch cock for all it was worth, standing saluting Ben. I can see him grin as he eagerly gets rid of his own clothes, I gasp when his boxers comes off. I knew how big he was, a whopping 10 inches, but I never thought it would look that big!

“Am I gonna be able to take that?” I ask him, blushing even more now I have asked the question I have asked myself so many times in my fantasises. I feel stupid for it, he just smiled and nods at me, reassuring me that I can, and if I find it too sore to tell him. I agree and we kiss again, tongues battling for dominance and hips thrusting together, both our hard cocks rubbing against each other, sending pleasure spiralling up our spins. I moan into his shoulder when our kiss stopped, he knew what I wanted and I knew what he wanted, which is what we got. He pulled a small bottle of lube from his coat pocket and warmed a little up n his fingers before opening my legs up wide. I moan when I feel his index finger play with my tight hole, rubbing it before slipping inside of me, I gasp and arch up slightly, moaning from the small amount of pain from being breached to the pleasure of his finger inside of me.

When Ben is done preparing me, my face is red and I am moaning like there is no tomorrow, I never thought that having yourself probed by someone else would be as great as this, it seemed I was wrong. I watch him lube up his cock marmaris escort after putting a condom on, I insisted. Ben rests the head of his cock at my entrance, I moan an push back a little, it encourages him enough to slip the head inside of me, not going any further as I wince with the pain. “God!” I wince harder, yet relax as it subsides and pleasure takes over, after that its a dawdle. He slips the rest of his cock inside me, up to the hilt. I’m moaning and wriggling, the feeling I have is one of fullness, I have never felt like this before!

I cling to Ben’s shoulders as he fucks me gently, lovingly at first, yet starts off a harder rhythm, obviously going from a song in his own head. I can’t take it for much longer as he reaches between us and takes my cock into his hand, spreading the pre-cum so my member is nice and wet for stroking. I moan an arch up harder than before, rubbing both our sweaty chests together, I’m panting and moaning his name, crying out sometimes when he hits that special spot inside me, making me shiver and moan. Finally, I arch up as he slams inside me, hitting that spot again so I cry out and cum, moaning his name as I convulse with the orgasm he has just given me. As I come down from my high, it is met with Ben’s orgasm flooding inside of my, I moan loudly as I feel it spurting in me, Ben still thrusting, obviously lost in his own orgasm, like I was a few minutes ago.

After a few minutes of laying there, Ben pulls out of me, making me moan as I regain the feeling of emptiness, now I know that I will only be truly happy when I’m with Ben in our special moments. I cuddle up to him, content for now, not caring if anyone sees, or what I say. “I love you.” I whisper, unaware until I feel him kiss my hair and say it back to me, I smile, knowing I now have a boyfriend that I love.

Getting to my place I put my trousers in the washing machine while Ben makes himself at home in my bedroom, no doubt looking for dirty magazines and cum stains on my bed. I give a little chuckle at the thought, yet when I go into my bedroom, it is to find a ring-box laying on my bed. Curious I go over, opening it I gasp to find a silver ring, with my name on it. I’m too shocked for words to even shout for Ben and tell him some random stalker has gotten into my bedroom.

“It’s for you babe, its a promise ring. I have one, it’s to promise we won’t ever cheat or leave each other.” Ben says to me, I’m tearing up, I can feel it and see it yet I nod and hug him with the strength I have left in me tonight. Letting him slip the ring on my finger I kiss him gently, secure in the knowledge that me and Ben will be together for a long time, at least its what I believe … it’s what I hope.

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(Author’s note: This story is an official entry in the 2013 Literotica Nude Day Contest. Gay male stories are not normally my forte, but the idea for this one was just too powerful to resist. As this is a contest entry, I encourage you to read all of the submissions and place your votes as honestly as possible. Enjoy the tale.)

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When the store was busy, it was a madhouse, with impatient and/or ignorant customers and their ridiculous “the-customer-is-always-right” demands. When it was slow, it was a ghost town replete with bad muzak and stale air. That particular Saturday was one of the latter. The only things missing were the tumbleweeds.

Michael perched above the counter with an elbow on the glossy fake marble and his chin in the palm of his hand. He watched the customers as they wandered through the isles of “America’s corner store,” amusing himself through speculation of what their lives were like.

For instance, upon seeing the very overweight woman in the daisy-print top and obscenely stretched blue cotton shorts, he envisioned her sitting upon a sofa handed down from grandma, eating cheese balls while watching an episode of Lizard Lick Towing. She just looked the type to him. Maybe she had a mechanic husband who obsessed over NASCAR. Or maybe her husband was the complete opposite of the stereotype and worked for the Geek Squad.

People watching had become an almost inevitable part of the job. With so much down time between orders, Michael had found diversion through speculation. Sometimes, he would see the smartly-dressed business types grabbing their favorite energy drink before heading to work and imagine them as being closet freaks with latex fetishes.

Maybe the tall, severe-looking redhead with the horn-rimmed glasses picking up a bottle of cheap wine was having an affair with her boss, while mister redhead was at home with their two kids. Maybe the pudgy little fake blonde with the pierced lip and tribal tattoo on the side of her neck sometimes gave it up on the Southside to whoever had the money.

In truth, he was sure the people he watched were just as mundane and unexciting as he was, living average lives and doing average things. But the speculation was fun. It kept his mind occupied.

“Um . . . ‘scuse me.”

Michael started at the sound of the voice. He had not realized he had zoned out, staring without seeing at the end cap display of “buy one, get one free” bags of potato chips. With an embarrassed smile, he straightened and smoothed down his shirt in an attempt to reclaim a sense of professionalism.

“How can I, uh . . .” he trailed off briefly as he took in the site of the young man before him. He was, simply put, gorgeous. Slender but not twink-skinny, with just enough obvious muscle definition to indicate an active life, the kid was beautiful. Chiseled features, a uniformly rich tan, glittering light green eyes beneath sandy hair, and soft, lush lips that could undoubtedly do amazing things to certain body parts, he was a terrestrial angel.

The young man waited, an innocently quizzical expression upon his face, for Michael to finish. With a self-admonishing clearing of his throat, Michael made the Herculean effort to banish the arousal that was already stirring in his groin.

“Sorry,” he said, a little too firmly. “What can I do for you?”

The young man blushed slightly as he realized the older, stocky gentleman behind the counter had been checking him out. A slightly sly smile stretched his sexy lips. “Um, well, I have some pictures that I’d kind’a like made into a photo album,” he said. “Like, professional quality.”

“You mean, a portfolio?” Michael suggested.

The kid brightened. “Yeah, something like that,” he confirmed, even as his cheeks began to blush. He leaned closer as he continued. “Except, um . . . well, what are your policies about, uh . . . .” he trailed off, leaning in closer still, and whispered something.

“What was that?” Michael asked.

The kid glanced around, then spoke a bit louder. “Nudity.”

Michael smiled. “I’m all for it, personally,” he answered flippantly.

The young man chuckled. “No I mean, in the pictures.”

Michael laughed. “I know what you meant,” he said. “Officially, unless they are very tastefully done, and there’s no objectionable content, we can’t handle anything that might be considered pornographic in nature.”

“Well, they’re not, like, sex pictures or anything,” he said. “I’m just not wearing any clothes in them, that’s all. Well, not much.”

The lift of one of Michael’s brows coincided with something much further south that was also rising up. “I think I’d have to see them, first, in order to make a, uh, professional decision.”

The young man shrugged. “Sure,” he said, producing a digital camera. He turned it on and waited for the small screen on the back to warm up.

“First things first,” Michael said. “You are at least eighteen years old, aren’t you?”

The kid frowned with a smirk. “Yeah, dude, I’m twenty.”

Michael’s smile returned çekmeköy escort quickly. “Nice.”

“Okay. Here, look,” prompted the kid, handing the camera over. Michael took it, leaning forward with it so they could both see the pictures.

The first showed the young man clad in a pair of long, loose-fitting nylon shorts and a simple white muscle shirt that clung to his slender yet well-defined frame. The background was a fenced-in yard. Subsequent shots had him pulling up the shirt, then taking it off completely, revealing ripped abdominals and a tapered waist.

“Very nice,” Michael commented. “Who took them?”

The kid shrugged. “A friend.”

Michael paged to the next one. The shorts were pushed down, showing just the base of the young man’s penis. There was a complete and arousing lack of pubic hair. Michael shifted on his feet, feeling a bit of constrained discomfort in his work slacks.

The following picture showed the young man in all his glory, standing and grinning with hands on his hips. The shorts were gone. His penis, flaccid yet impressive, hung down between well-toned thighs. It was nearly as tanned as the rest of his body, and smooth and sleek within its fleshy hood.

Michael breathed in deeply to calm his arousal. Damn, this guy’s fucking hot, he thought. Look at that cock . . . .

After that, however, the pictures were from canted and awkward angles, consisting mainly of various close-ups that did not show as much as was intended. Many were blurry to varying degrees. Michael cycled through them quickly, pursing his lips in contemplation. Slowly, a wonderfully devious plan formed.

“So, uh, can you do what I want?” the young man asked at last.

Michael gazed upon him, glad for the height of the counter that concealed his raging erection. Oh, I could do so many things to you . . . .

Maintaining a professional demeanor, Michael said, “See, here’s the thing. My impression is that you want to turn these pictures into a more or less professional-looking portfolio, right?”

The young man nodded. “Right.”

“Problem is,” Michael continued. “Other than the first seven or eight, they’re not very clear. And even those first ones are still a little shaky. Let me guess: most of these you took yourself, right?”

The kid nodded sheepishly. “Yeah.”

Michael fixed him a look. “Why do you want a portfolio made from pictures like this?”

The kid smiled crookedly. “Why do you wanna know that?”

Michael cocked his head. “You want a real portfolio, or what?”

The young man sighed. He shifted on his feet. “There’s this website,” he said at last. “Run by a guy named Jason Rivers. It’s pretty good stuff, lots’a hi-def pictures and videos and stuff.”

Michael smirked. He knew about Jason Rivers and the man’s website. “So you wanna break into the gay porn industry, is that it?”

The kid stared at Michael with all the wide-eyed incredulity of a deer standing on the road before an onrushing truck.

Michael chuckled. “Look. You wanna get into something like that, you’re going to need much more professional pictures than what you have here. You want an impressive portfolio, then you need pics taken by something a little more sophisticated than an Elph.”

The young man blinked. “Like what?”

“Well,” Michael said, smiling at the way his suddenly-hatched plan was unfurling. “Like the camera I have. I’ve gotten into photography since I started working here. Got me a nice little Nikon digital that shoots sixteen megapixels.” He leaned close to the young man. “Which is sharp enough to show the smallest detail on that beautiful cock you have.”

The kid smiled slowly in understanding. He straightened, giving Michael a flirtatious look. “I like the sound of that.”

“What’s your name?”

“Joey.”

“You free tomorrow?”

Joey smiled slyly. “Yeah . . . why?”

Michael grinned. “Well, it just occurred to me that, not only have I got the day off, but it’s also Nude Day. What better way to celebrate then by letting it all hang out?”

* * * *

Michael couldn’t believe how excited he was. On any other morning, had he awakened with an erection, his first call to duty would be to masturbate until his lower abdomen was glistening with spent semen. But not so on this day, the 14th of July, which just happened to fall on a Sunday, his usual day off.

Instead, given the potential of more satisfying delights than his right hand might grant, Michael rose from bed, showered, shaved, and dressed. He typed a message into his phone at just after ten in the morning, then got in the car with his camera bag.

Joey was waiting for him outside an obviously lower-rent apartment building on the near northeast side of town. Clad in the same white nylon shorts Michael had seen in the kid’s original pictures, and a loose-fitting tank top, he offered a nervous smile as stepped into the car, tossing a duffel into the back seat.

“You ready?” Michael asked with a grin.

“Yeah, çeşme escort sure,” Joey replied nonchalantly.

Kid wants to play it cool, Michael thought as he drove.

They spoke of typically banal things as Michael drove. Joey had dropped out of college after just two semesters, being an aimless kid who was not yet sure of the direction he wanted his life to take. He worked full-time at some local dive bar as combination bar back and eye candy for the large gay population that frequented the place. His parents were divorced, and while his mother knew he was gay, his father (whom he rarely saw anymore) supposedly did not.

One thing became glaringly clear to Michael during the course of the conversation: Joey was not particularly bright. He wasn’t a moron, exactly, but he suffered from a bad combination of lack of ambition and naivete. Simply put, he didn’t bother to learn about the world around him beyond his own personal tastes and desires.

Which, for Michael, was just fine. Joey was the epitome of the phrase “young, dumb and full of cum.” Michael hoped he would discover how accurate the last part of that saying was before the day was over.

Finally, after a lengthy drive through the country, the inviting sight of the waters of Medina Lake blossomed before them. Joey perked up as he saw the broad expanse of water growing larger and larger in his field of view. “That’s where we’re going?”

Michael chuckled. “Yup. I know just the spot.”

Less than ten minutes later, after the car had rumbled across the uneven path of a dirt driveway through groves of mesquite trees, Michael pulled the vehicle to a stop before an aged wooden picnic bench and a small cast-iron grill set atop of a steel post in the ground. Dozens of paces beyond, the ground sloped down toward the cool blue water of the lake.

Joey was grinning, becoming obviously excited. “This is cool!” he exclaimed. “And there won’t be anyone else around?”

Michael shook his head. “Nope. It’s just you, me, and Mother Nature.”

Joey laughed. “Bad ass,” he muttered, before pushing open the door and stepping out.

Michael watched the younger man from behind as he walked several paces beyond the car. More like tight ass, he mused silently.

Gathering up the camera bag, Michael exited the car as well and followed Joey down the slope toward the water. Far out in the lake, more than half a mile away, a pair of boats cruised through the gentle blue. Other than that, Michael and Joey may very well have been at the edge of the Garden of Eden.

Sandy hair fluttered by the breeze blowing off the lake, Joey turned back, a catty grin decorating his face. “So, uh, how do you want me?”

Michael smirked. On your knees, or bent over and grabbing your ankles. Either way works for me. “Just be casual. Don’t strip everything off just yet. Get in the mood. Go down to the water. The more natural the pictures, the better.”

Joey nodded, looking around with a sense of excitement mixed with apprehension. “You sure no one’s gonna, like, go by in a boat and see us?”

“I guess that’s always a possibility, but I think the chances are pretty slim.”

“Yeah . . . okay, I guess this place is pretty secluded.”

“Let me just get my camera ready.”

Joey paced through the sparse grass of the rocky lake shore as Michael took the camera from his bag. With the fully charged battery, he had hours of use available and an empty SD card onto which to hold everything. After flipping it on, Michael gave Joey an expectant look.

The younger man’s eyes widened. “Oh. Now?”

Michael chuckled. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Although awkward at first, Joey seemed to get into the role of model as he relaxed and moved around. At first, he just walked this way and that, heading down to the waterline before strolling back up as Michael snapped picture after picture. Emboldened by a blossoming streak of exhibitionism, The tank top came off, revealing the kid’s slender albeit muscular torso.

Michael licked his lips upon seeing the smooth, hairless tanned flesh. The stirring within his groin was unmistakable.

At the edge of the water, Joey slipped out of his sandals and let his feet bathe in the cooling ripples licking the shore. Then, turned away from Michael, he slipped the shorts down his lean, hairless legs.

“Hold it,” Michael said quickly, stepping closer after having snapped several pictures. “Just stay like that.”

Joey did so, bare backside revealed to his photographer, smooth, hairless sacs of delectable skin dangling between his thighs. The tip of his cock was just discernible past his testicles.

Michael crouched, only about ten feet away, and zoomed in for closeups of the puckered, pink aperture of Joey’s asshole. He imagined the feel of that muscular opening against the tip of his tongue. His shorts were becoming tighter.

“Keep going,” Michael urged.

Joey straightened and gave a knowing smile over his shoulder. He knew what he was doing to the older man, cihangir escort now. And he was thoroughly enjoying it.

Casting the shorts back, Joey stepped further into the lake, until the gentle waves lapped at his knees. In profile to Michael, he stooped and scooped up handfuls of water, splashing them onto his face and chest. Michael clicked away, even capturing the images of Joey shivering from the chilly water.

With skin glistening beneath the sun, Joey looked even more delicious than before. Michael zoomed in for closeups of droplets leaving the tip of Joey’s now half-hard cock. The tube of slowly-growing flesh curved out and down from the young man’s sleek pubis, the pink round head emerging from the shelter of the snug foreskin.

Beautiful, Michael thought. God, do I want to suck on that thing . . . .

At Michael’s urging, Joey returned to dry land and slipped into a pair of khaki beach pants. An idea sprang to mind instantly, and he ahd the kid return to the water for more body-defining splashes of water down his torso. As the fluid soaked into the khakis, they became semi-transparent, clinging to Joey’s skin. Michael grinned and continued snapping away, once again going for closeups. The sight of Joey’s manly cock wrapped in soaked fabric was incredibly enticing.

Again, Joey changed into a different set of clothes, this time a snug blue muscle shirt and nothing else. The effect was intensely erotic, especially when Michael had the young man recline against a tree just at the water’s edge, head tilted back and looking out over the water.

“Stroke it,” Michael urged.

Joey glanced back for a moment, then smiled cattily. “You wanna see it hard?” he asked coyly.

“Hell, yeah,” Michael growled in response.

Biting his lip, Joey looked downat his cock as he took it in hand. It took only a few strokes before he was at his impressive full length, with the glowing pink head fully emerged from its sheath. Faint veins ran along the shaft, but other than that, it looked so smooth and unblemished as to be made of wet clay.

Joey’s face and neck began to color as he slowly pumped his shaft. His left hand wandered across his chest, first gracing, then tickling, then pinching his own nipples. Eyes became half-closed. Lips parted. A sleek pink tongue slipped out beneath his teeth.

“Getting turned on?” Michael asked, though he already knew the answer. He had set the camera aside and shucked off his own shorts. His own cock, thick and hard and nearly ready to burst after an hour of sweet torture, jutted out toward the kid.

Joey actually whimpered, looking upon the older man in such a state of arousal. Where he Joey was slim and hairless, Michael was stocky, muscular, with dark, manly hair on his forearms, legs, chest and abdomen. The nest of kinky curls around the base of his shaft was well-trimmed, the heavy balls beneath shaved smooth.

“Yeah,” Joey whispered at last, stroking his cock faster. But Michael, casting off his shirt, approached and settled his hand over Joey’s.

“Don’t come yet.”

Joey swallowed thickly. “I’m so turned on,” he said.

Michael grinned. “I know you are,” he said, taking the kid’s other hand and directing it to his raging erection. Joey trembled as he grasped it, jerking back and forth clumsily.

Without a word, Michael placed his hands upon Joey’s shoulders, pushing him down. Joey yielded like an obedient servant, dropping to a squat before the older man. But just as he opened his mouth and leaned in, Michael stopped him.

“Wait.”

Joey glanced up questioningly.

“Stay exactly like that,” Michael ordered, heading back to the camera. He stepped to the bag, taking out a tripod. As Joey waited in submissive patience, the tripod was erected and the camera set upon it. A few settings were adjusted, until Michael was finally satisfied. He pressed the button to record, then returned to Joey.

Like a trained puppy waiting to please, Joey looked up to Michael as the man resumed his previous stance. Michael smiled almost like a hungry predator, taking Joey’s head in his hands.

“Open your mouth.”

Joey did so, keeping his eyes on those of the older man. Michael found that simple gesture arousing beyond words. Pushing his cock into Joey’s mouth, he stared back down into his lover’s sun-glazed eyes.

Joey sucked tenderly at first, gliding his wet tongue around the head of Michael’s cock. But as more and more length was fed to him, he simply massaged the underside, while pulling in his cheeks to encase the pulsing rod with accommodating, suckling flesh.

Michael sighed in bliss, closing his eyes to focus on the sensations Joeys mouth was giving him. The younger man would jerk back a bit if Michael pushed too far, but that was fine for the older lover. He really only needed stimulation upon the first few inches of his cock in order to achieve orgasm, a point he was rapidly approaching after the erotic buildup of the previous hour.

But just as he felt the beginnings of his rush, he pulled out of Joey’s mouth. The move was so abrupt it took the kid by surprise, resulting in a loud ‘pop!’ as air suddenly rushed into his sucking mouth. Michael gripped the base of his cock to stem the sudden gush of fluid, but a single thick bubble of it oozed from the tip, a shimmering, milky dollop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said nothing.

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

“You want to suck me?” he continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is the difference?” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

And he’s looking at me the same way.

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yeah. Better than I’d imagined.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He fucked your ass?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Copyright © 2020 by Ken James

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Long Jump. There is nothing to it, right? Just running down a lane before leaping off a board and landing in a pile of sand, right? I beg to differ. Like any other sport, Long Jump too has its’ technicalities. Besides, if it ever was that easy, I would most probably be a record holder now for the event, but I am not, and neither is it that simple. In Long Jump, we sprint down a rubberized runway, which is just like any other ordinary running track, and jump as far as we can from a wooden board that is built level to the runway before landing into a pit filled with finely ground gravel or, more commonly, sand. If we start the jump with any part of our foot past the foul line, it is considered a foul and the distance jumped is not recorded. This is aided by a layer of Plasticine or clay which is placed immediately after the board to detect any fouls. In addition, there is also an official that will make the determination. We can start the jump from anywhere behind the foul line, but here is the catch. The distance measured will always be perpendicular to the foul line to the nearest break in the sand caused by any part of the body or uniform. So, it is always better to get as close to the foul line as possible. We are allowed to place two marks along the side of the runway so that it can help us jump accurately. Remember that layer of Plasticine I mentioned? Well, it is not always present. The runway might be a different surface or we can start our jump from a painted or taped mark on the runway. And that is Long Jump for you, well, the tip of the iceberg, anyway.

I walked down the runway, counting each step in my head as I measured my starting point from the foul line. “78… 79… 80… 81…” At that point, I turned around and faced the sand pit. I closed my eyes, slowing my breathing down to a slow steady rhythm as I felt my racing heart die down to a regular steadfast beat, pushing the knobby hands of adrenaline away as I refused to surrender myself to it. As the sound of my adrenaline-laced blood rushing in my ears died down, I could feel an inner peace spreading out within me as the feel of my heart exploding out of my chest finally evaporated. With one final breath, I opened my eyes and took off for the sand pit, feeling my muscles contracting vigorously as I sprinted as hard as I could down the rubberized runway. Nothing else mattered in the stadium. I ignored the other runners on the track, their skin glistening with their sweat as the Sun shone its’ bright rays onto their rippling skin. I ignored those under the shade of the spectators stand, their veins popping out of their bodies as they contort their bodies to various stretches. I ignored everything. I zeroed in on the sand pit. All about you and me, baby.

When I heard my spikes hit the board with a loud thud, I leapt as high as I could, throwing my limbs back as I felt my back arch backwards, going as far as it could as my head strained to keep itself upright, facing up and beyond. I felt the wind brush through my hair, tickling my cheeks as it howled in my ears. When I felt I was at the zenith of my jump, I threw my limbs forwards, projecting myself further out into the sand pit as it rushed up towards me. I felt the impact of landing on the soft sand, jarring my teeth as I squeezed my eyes shut to block out the rising dust and sand. I opened my eyes and slowly turned around, expecting the worst, a few holes on the layer of Plasticine where my spikes had embedded into them. There was nothing worst, or embarrassing, than having an amazing jump but having to be disqualified just because of a few holes.

But there was none, the Plasticine was as flush as ever. That was one hurdle done, it was a qualified jump. But how did I truly fare? I looked down onto the measuring tape hooked up on the sides of the sand pit, my eyes racing through the numbers as they tried to get my distance. “1m… 2m… 3m…” There it was, 6.45m. I instantly felt my shoulders straighten, feeling an entire weight being lifted off them as a smile slowly stretched across my face. Not only had I managed a qualified jump, but I had succeeded in scoring a fairly decent distance too. In any case, it was my personal best, and I felt extremely proud of myself. Never had I managed to jump beyond 6m and to have scored beyond my expectations was one of my greatest moments. I did a few more jumps and ended my workout session.

I had a long walk home and no company, but I usually lone it anyway. Do not ask why, I do not have a fixed answer for it. But if I had to give one, I would say that I actually find it therapeutic, to be able to dissociate myself from the harsh cruel reality as I escaped into my own fantasy or sift through the problems that had been troubling my mind for days and find ways to solve them. Besides, Tyler and I lived three blocks away so it was not a problem, to me at least.

Growing up was never really a bed of roses for me. When I was four years of age, when I was beginning my exploration of the world before buca escort me, I lost my Father during the Persian Gulf War, more commonly known as Operation Desert Storm. He died while trying to save his own comrade from being shot at by a hail of bullets. On that day, I had lost my own Father, yet I had no idea what that felt like until time matured me further. I lost a pillar of my strength, but I had gained a guardian angel that had been a hero on Earth, watching me from afar, making sure I was doing fine, just like he had always been doing. But that was only the beginning.

I lost my Mother to breast cancer when I was sixteen and had been living on my own ever since. Ever since then, I had been hardening my emotions, closing them off from the world, hiding my sorrow in the deepest corner of my mind, pushing it all away as I grew more stoic to everything else. I am quite fortunate to be part of a wealthy family but it was not what it seemed to be. From far, people see me as living in my own small world of happiness, but as they got closer, they unexpectedly find all these sadness and sorrow welled up within me. True, I had many servants with me, always by my side, ready to take up any duty I set forth to them as they satisfied my every need, no matter how trivial or ridiculous they were. They would rush off to get my meal or find something I needed in another part of the mansion in the blink of an eye. True, I had many chauffeurs that would gladly bring me to any great locations around Singapore to quench my entertainment thirst. I could go to the Singapore Flyer, the tallest observation wheel in the world as it offers stunning broad views of the city centre and beyond, including the Indonesian islands of Batam and Bintan, as well as Johor, Malaysia. I could go to the National Museum which offers a morsel of history through the wide range of exhibits as well as displays that never ceased to enlighten me with knowledge, no matter how small it was. It was not that I did not appreciate all of these and more, I do. But what good does it do when at the end of the day, I still have a hollow emptiness within me?

Wanting to start anew, I had decided to move to New York to further my studies after my National Service, when I felt things were changing for the better. Throughout my National Service career, I had turned my life around, spending on others instead of myself, giving me a warm sensation that felt so alien, so foreign, even, after all those years living with that cold hollow emptiness within me. It was new. It was refreshing. One day in New York, I was queuing up at Starbucks to get my daily dose of caffeine; venti black coffee, no cream, no sugar, to go. As I waited for my order, I accidentally heard the conversation between the baristas. I swear, accidentally, really. They were talking about one of the newer baristas, and not in the bad sort of way. I listened rapt with attention as I heard his struggle and by the end of it, my order was long forgotten. Instead, I longed to know his name, to meet this hero, to help him through his struggle. More importantly, I was impressed by his perseverance. Never had I met someone of that stature. And that had been the spark that kindled a whole new ride of life.

Time escaped me and I found myself standing before my front door. I unlocked it, stepped inside and could not help but smile at the sight before me. He lay before me on the couch, looking as youthful as ever in his sleep as I heard his soft regular breathing. His silky smooth chocolate brown hair that looked like warm hot cocoa frozen in time, so warm and inviting, stood at odd angles at where he had lain his head, a new look to his regular neat spike on the crown of his head. He has alabaster white skin that showed neither a smudge nor a flaw of imperfection, making him look as though he had been a marble statue in Greece that had life breathed into him by the great Rhoecus himself. He has a Greek nose, perfectly straight with no curves or hook-like shape, boosting his Grecian facade. The best part of his museum worthy face? He has the most subtle outline of cheekbones, but in just the right lighting, it was enhanced tenfold, making them look sharper and higher. That was the best, the sudden burst of magic he had within him that allowed him to stop people in their tracks. Well, if you missed out on his cheekbones, fret not, you definitely will not miss his angular jaw. They were so perfectly chiseled and looked so sharp, as though if I were to run my hand across it, they would cut me. Jeez, Tyler, just how great can you be?

He was wearing a tight fitting black sleeveless shirt that was able to capture the amazing body he had underneath. The soft black fabric subtly defined the contour of each and every one of his abdominal muscles, bringing a smile to my lips as I saw the taut ridges of his abdominal muscles being highlighted in proud honor. And unlike most of the gym rats we both knew, his was all natural, not a result of something çağlayan escort out of the medicine cabinet. He was wearing a pair of black jeans that hugged onto his figure beautifully, like a second skin, showcasing his calves in all of their majestic glory. He stirred for an instance before returning to his slumber. I caught sight of his black work boots on his feet and sighed as I knelt before him.

Tyler knows that I can cover both of our expenses just fine but he prefers to find his own way into the ever changing globalized world on his own, always declining any offers I made to ease his bumpy road, always having a steel determination in his mismatched yellow-gold eyes as he soldiered through everyday endeavors with a genuine smile on his face. I truly have a tremendous amount of respect for him because of it. But, in every good there is bad, right? In his past, Tyler was juggling two jobs as both a roofer as well as a barista at Starbucks. Now, after much persuasion as well as cajolery, he is just a regular roofer, but he is always trying to carry two bundles of roofing up the ladder at any given instant, which always strains his back, and I bet that day was no different. He stirred in his sleep again, and ever so slowly, like how the golden orb of the fiery Sun rose out of the horizon. I waited in anticipation, holding onto my breath, just like how every creature of Mother Nature’s creation did before an awe-striking sunrise that was God’s gift to all of us on Earth. He opened his eyes.

Tyler has mismatched yellow-gold eyes, just like I do, and residing in them was his headstrong willpower that burned brightly in an eternal flame that never seemed to waver no matter how hard the going gets. I smiled down onto him.

“Hey, Tyler. Had a good sleep?” I asked tenderly as I ran the back of my hand down the side of his face. I knew he loved that, it reassures him of my presence with him.

“Yeah,” he sighed out happily, “Real nice.” He made a move to sit up but it was intruded by a wince. He twisted around, but I knew he was trying to hide the hand he was resting against his back.

“I’m fine,” he told me hurriedly when he noticed me eyeing him. I placed a firm yet loving grip on his shoulder.

“Why don’t you let me give you a good rub down?” I asked. He looked up at me and I thought I caught a flash of lust in his mismatched yellow-gold eyes before disappearing completely.

“Yeah, I could use that,” he admitted with a sigh. He tried to stand again, but the familiar wince came out of his full tender lips. Without hesitation, I scooped him up in my arms and walked down the hallway leading to our room.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and told me, “You’re too kind for your own good, do you know that?”

I smiled down at him, “For you, anything is possible.” I pushed through the door and stood him gently onto the floor. He crossed his hands under him and made to remove his black sleeveless shirt. I reached out from behind him and grabbed onto his hands softly as I nuzzled my face into his neck. I felt him stretch his neck out like a swan, welcoming me into him as I felt a vein pop out against his skin while he sighed out longingly.

“Don’t. Let me,” I whispered into his ear, letting my hot breath caress his ear as he shivered with desire in my arms. I slowly teased the black sleeveless shirt off his body, letting the soft cotton play across his skin before finally shedding it in a rustle of cotton. When that happened, his smell spread throughout the room and fuck, it was intoxicating. Tyler’s smell was his own. He has a musky earthy note from his natural oils that was neither too overpowering nor was it too choking. It was perfect for a guy of his stature. But there was more, a unique note to him that was unlike anything that I had ever come across before. If black roses ever existed, he would have a subtle hint of it on him. It was dark and mysterious. Every time I caught a whiff of it, I was left begging for more. I kissed him on his neck again. This time, I let my tongue trail along the length of his neck, tasting him in my mouth as his natural musk sent my nose to sheer ecstasy that surpassed the seven layers of Heaven itself. I sucked on him, right under his jaw and he let out a long moan into the room. I parted and wiped my lips with the back of my hand. Give me a break, I could not resist him, I can never.

I laid him down onto the bed and he sighed out gratefully. I reached out towards the bedside table, pulled out a drawer and picked out a bottle of lavender scented oil. I popped the plastic cap open and my nose went crazy. The scent of lavender, so subtle and relaxing, intermingled with Tyler’s smell, so robust as well as powerful, creating a whole new level of scent that surely drove anybody crazy. I rubbed my hands generously with the fragrant oil and got to work on him. Slow and deep is the secret, right?

With the heels of my hands, I started off with a long stroke çankaya escort from the pelvis, working my way up along both sides of his spine as I heard Tyler let out a soft moan. I smiled. Inhaling the inebriating brew of scents in the room, hearing Tyler’s moan escape his soft tender lips, seeing his back glisten with oils, feeling his rough weather beaten skin slide against my glossy fingers as I worked on his hard back muscles… Suddenly, the temperature of our room had risen ten degrees higher, but was that because of the heated intimacy we were building?

I shed my shirt, leaving the both of us clad in our jeans. It was a recipe for a massive hard on, basically, and I could feel my jeans getting tighter in certain areas, feeling my cock getting harder and stiffer with every second that ticked by as I continued massaging Tyler’s back. When I reached his shoulders, I swiveled my hands so that my fingers reached out to his ribs. He inhaled sharply at my touch and I knew he was turned on by it as much as I was, if not more. While I was there, I reached for his nipples. They were rock hard and erect, perking up nicely out of his chest as I swirled my soft fingertips all over them. I gave him a pinch and he let out a wince. By then, I had already climbed onto the bed and was sitting on his butt, making sure that he could feel my rock hard cock resting against his butt muscles.

“Too hard?” I asked sweetly.

He rested the side of his head against the bed and panted, “No… Keep going…” Working my thumbs in small deep circles, I started kneading him in the interior part of his shoulder blades, before slowly moving up the spine again, into the base of his head and then down to the small of the back.

“Ahhh… Yes… There…” he sighed out. At the base of his head, I pressed the tips of my forefinger and middle finger deep into the furrows and that continued for awhile as I alternated my hands and overlapped my strokes. I glided down his back and he arched his back, letting out an increasingly loud moan with every inch I slid down his back. Fuck, that was hot. He lay back down again, awaiting my next move. I could not take it anymore.

I had to have him. He was mine, and I was going to have him whether he wanted to or not. Starting from the bottom of his spine, I kissed my way up, landing imprints of my burning passion for him as he tried to squirm away from my salacious hunger. I lay on his back, nuzzling my face against his neck as I breathed heavily next to his ear, causing him to shiver with concupiscence as I felt my hunger grew. I growled next to his ear, feeling my throat vibrate against his skin before nibbling his ear lightly as I sucked on his ear lobe. I slid myself off him and tugged his jeans off, pulling the damned piece of clothing off him, dropping it onto the floor in a thud of denim before shedding his black Calvin Klein boxers.

“Don’t you think your ass needs a good massage too?” I asked. Come on, to hide a body like his under clothes should be punishable by law, if you ask me, especially in bed. I expected a protest from him and was prepared to backhand him.

But he gasped out hungrily, “Yes!” I smiled as I revered Tyler’s butt. It was perfectly toned from all the workouts he does and looked great. I raised my hand and slapped it home. Quick. Fast. No hesitation. He cried out in pain as the echo of the slap reverberated through the room, but it did not stop me, it never does. He could scream all he want, but he was mine. And so, I increased my speed, growing faster and harder as I landed blow after blow on both of his cheeks. Overtime, Tyler’s cries of misery subsided as moans of pleasure took over, escaping his tender lips softly with every blow I made. When I was done, I stood back. Tyler’s butt was a burning scarlet, the brightest one yet, and it looked even better. He was breathing hard from the torment I had put him through, holding onto the sheets in his clenched fists as I heard his ragged breathing. I lowered my face towards his butt and nuzzled against them lovingly, feeling the heat coming through his cheeks as I felt them vibrate from the stings under my cheek. I kissed each of his cheeks, a quick peck to each of them, as he thrusted his cheeks towards me. He wanted me, I knew it. I rested the side of my face against his cheeks and rubbed them sensually.

“I’ll be nice,” I reassured him. I reached out from under him and took out his cock. It was decent, a splendid length of eight inches and each of them was rock hard as it throbbed with lewd energy in my hands. I sucked his ball sack into my long awaited mouth, letting the skin of my tongue and the skin of his ball sack merge into a single entity that sent shivers down both of our spines as I felt his balls tingle with delight. He sighed out and I got to work on him, parting his cheeks open ever so carefully, making him anticipate in suspense. I slowly licked his cheeks and the top of his crack, circling my long wet tongue, spiraling it as I made my way closer and closer to his hole. I teased his hole once with a very quick flick of my tongue and he rocked on the bed. When I finally reached his hole I kissed it, long and hard with my lips as he moaned out, “Oh, God, Zul…” Yeah, that’s it, Tyler, beg me for it, let me hear you want it…

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I had been trying to find a bi top for some regular fun for what seemed like forever. Sure there are plenty of crazy guys, guys just into giving blow jobs or into strange kinky things. But finding a guy who likes to top other guys and make love to them is a rare thing where I’m from.

That is until I met Stan. We began right here on Lit sending PMs to one another. Then exchanged pics over email. I knew right away after seeing his pics that I wanted him inside me. He was just my type. Older (He was 54) with a bigger build and hairy 6’2 and 240 lbs.)

I may have come across as being a little aggressive trying to get him to actually meet up with me. It seemed he would never actually meet. He just would send messages whenever he got horny but then would never commit to meeting me. It also sucked he didn’t have skype. I love jerking off for guys on skype and find you can get a feel if there is any real spark or attraction prior meeting.

Then after a few months of sending teasing emails and naked pics of myself in all kinds of sexy poses he agreed to meet. We were going to a bar for a few beers and agreed to keep it pressure free. If we weren’t feeling one another it would be cool for either of us to back out.

Since he was married and I have a girlfriend who lives with me we agreed to meet one workday at lunch. I had lusted over his pics for so long there was no way I wasn’t going to be laying under his big hairy body with his cock sliding deep inside me that day. It took some more time to finally find a day we could both carve out a few hours. And when the day finally came it turned out to be a little different than I had imagined.

It was a Monday and I actually took off work that day( since I always lose vacation days at the end of every year anyway). We met outside the bar and smiled at each other and we both seemed happy to finally be meeting. Once inside we had a few drinks and Stan started to give me some very seductive looks. He also started with some dirty talk explaining how he has wanted me for so long but didn’t have the nerve to go through bahçelievler escort with it. We were sitting at a table and the next thing I knew I felt his foot rubbing up my leg. He had taken off his shoe and was rubbing his foot lightly up my leg. Before I realized it I was sitting on the edge of my seat with my legs splayed open. As his toes brushed my rock hard cock I let out a slight moan. Stan gave me another one of his looks and said he thought he could give me exactly what I needed on a regular basis but he had some conditions.

By now all the drinks were getting to me and I had to excuse myself to go to the restroom. While I was peeing in the urinal, Stan came in and stood behind me. I knew someone was there but didn’t yet realize it was him. Then he whispered in my ear that he couldn’t wait any longer and instructed me to suck his cock. When I turned around he already had his pants down with his beautiful cock pointing straight at me. I immediately dropped to my knees and began kissing the mushroom head of it forgetting where I was for a few minutes. I then started to lick it from the base up to the tip and then back down again. I saw that he had reached over and locked the door but knew it wouldn’t be long until someone came knocking. Suddenly he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock into my mouth. He kept a firm grip on the back of my head as he began to face fuck me with long deep strokes in and out. I felt soo slutty being used like this and his cock tasted so good.

When he was deep into my throat my nose was buried in his pubic hair which got me even hotter. We were staring into one another’s eyes as he fucked my face and by the look on his face and his quickened pace I knew he wouldn’t last very long. I tried to relax the best I could and when he was about to shoot his cum he held his cock deep in my throat as his cock began pulsing into me. Spurt after spurt shooting into me. I loved being used like this and the only thing that sucked was since he was so deep I didn’t get to taste much of any of bakırköy escort it and just swallowed it all. Very little got on my tongue. When he finished we went back to our table and I had one last drink. Stan only had iced tea since he had to go back to work.

I had already known his sex life with his wife was pretty boring and not happening that often. So when he told me he hadn’t gotten a blow job in a few years I wasn’t surprised.

He told me he was interested in having a regular thing with me but I would need to be available to him whenever he wanted wherever he wanted. He said if I missed even one request he would be done with me as he didn’t have time to play around. I happily agreed without hesitation and he seemed very pleased.

As soon as I got in the car after leaving the bar I took off my shoes, socks and pants so I could JO while driving home. I didn’t get fucked as I had hoped but felt turned on by the whole experience and rubbed spit into my cock as I drove. It wasn’t long before I came.

I didn’t hear anything for a few days and then on Thursday morning I got a message saying he wanted to fuck me that afternoon. I was told to go to his house and be there by 5 PM. His wife would be out that evening until around 7. This didn’t give me much time to rearrange my schedule and come up with an excuse for my GF but I wanted him so badly I would make it work.

The garage door was open when I got to his house and I saw him waiting. As I entered he quickly closed the door and kissed me very deeply and passionately. We both had our hands all over one another as we continued to kiss and he began to undress me. When I was naked he brought me to a workbench and turned me around. He had me on all fours on the bench with my ass facing him and he started to lick my hole which I love.

He seemed to really be enjoying himself and spent a long time licking and fucking my hairy hole with his tongue. Only occasionally reaching around to give my cock a quick stroke.

Then he flipped me over so I was facing başakşehir escort him. Without saying anything he took off his clothes, grabbed my legs to pull me closer to the edge and leaned into me as he kissed me deep. I felt his cock head touch my hole then pull away several times as he kissed me, It was driving me wild teasing me like this. Then he started whispering in my ear how hot I was making him and he began nibbling on my ear. Slowly I felt him press into my hole. It was so slow it seemed it took a full minute until his entire length was inside me. He remained fully in me while we were kissing and I was so ready to get fucked by him. I begged him, asking to please make me his slut. He began to withdraw his cock from me almost as slow as he went in. Then began to fuck me with a slow but steady pace. His hands were all over me. Touching my feet and pinching my nipples. Then occasionally giving my cock just one stoke then letting it go.

I had never kissed anyone as much as we did that night. He never stopped the entire time he was fucking me. As his pace quickened I knew he would cum soon and asked him if he would shoot it in my mouth when he was ready. He smiled back at me and said “sure my little slut”. I grabbed cock and began rubbing spit on it and that coupled with how his cock was making me feel I started cumming all over myself. Stan rubbed it around on my belly and chest and on my feet and legs (there was a lot to spread around).

Then he picked me up and laid me on the concrete floor of the garage. Never taking his cock out of me. I was now laying under him as his body was pressed on top of mine as he fucked me. His head was next to mine as he was whispering in my ear and I was sucking on his neck. It felt so slutty being covered in my cum as he continued fucking me for several more minutes. Then he stood up and put his cock a few inched from my face while pushing my head into the ground. He stroked it with his other hand until he shot pump after pump on my waiting tongue. I was in heaven eating all of his cum as he was still posting his weight on his other hand on my head. It was not thick and ropey but more liquidy. The kind I like most.

We kissed and he told me I needed to get going since his wife and kids would be back soon. I was told to be waiting for his next message and he couldn’t wait to fuck and use me again.

(look for part 2 of this story)

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Marcie gave a grin at the tousled-haired, platinum blond who rubbed at sky-blue eyes that normally held at least some vague sparkle, but that presently simply reflected bone-weariness.

“I hate nights,” came from behind hands which hid a face of delicate bone-structure and beauty most women would be envy.

“I know, Layton, but you’ll get in the swing of sleep by day soon.” She allowed sympathy to colour her voice. None of the attractive Registrar’s patients ever saw the young man this way. To them he was always bright and chatty, cheering most with a few minutes attention over and above the necessary health check. She laughed as Layton’s nose wrinkled appreciatively at the smell of coffee, certain he visibly perked at just the aroma of caffeine.

“Here you go, Doctors.” A warm, soft voice heralded the arrival of the steaming brew.

“You lifesaver, thanks,” Layton said, sliding his hands around the mug, seemingly impervious to its heat. He leant over and inhaled deeply. Even the smell seemed to make him feel a little more vibrant. He sipped at the ambrosia in the mug.

Marcie noticed the smile from the cleaner as Layton’s antics were watched with amusement.

“So…any hot dates lined up?” Marcie asked. “Got plans for Valentine’s Day?”

“No and no,” Layton said, his voice holding a tinge of sadness. “It’ll be the first one in two years that I’ll be without Blake.”

“Blake thought more of spending a year or so in Australia than he did of staying with you, Layton. He’s been gone three months now. Do you even hear from him?”

“He e-mailed me to say he’d arrived safely, but nothing since. I sent a couple of messages, but he didn’t answer. I thought I meant more. We had almost three years together.”

“You want to settle, he wanted to travel. It’s sad, but it happens, Lay,” Marcie said softly. “You have to let it go and move on. There are some very nice guys here, once you get to know them. You’ve not been here that long.”

“Long enough for a few of those ‘nice guys’ to proposition me,” Layton huffed. “The ones I’ve been chatted up by seem just interested in a quick romp. I’m not a kid any more. I’m not interested in bed-hopping.” He ran his hand through the platinum-blond hair, making himself look boyish in direct contradiction to his words.

“You breeze round the wards like a breath of fresh air,” Marcie grinned. “All blond hair and blue eyes. You just need someone to look beneath the surface. See the ‘real’ you. I think half the hospital, irrespective of marital status or sexual preferences are in love with you,” she teased.

“In lust more like,” Layton grinned back, trying to regain his usually irrepressible sense of humour. “Even an original chat-up line would be appreciated,” he added.

“Any other standing orders?” Marcie joked. “Height, hair colour? Maybe we should create Layton’s ideal man.”

“It’s not what’s outside that counts,” Layton laughed. “Tall, dark and handsome or short, blond and bookish, it’s the person inside that’s important.”

“You’re as entitled as anybody else to find the right one for you, Lay,” Marcie said, patting Layton’s hand. She glanced at her watch and grimaced. “Up and at ’em, Dr Jones. Your adoring public await.” She went to pick up the mugs, but a soft voice stopped her.

“I’ll take care of those, Doctors,” the cleaner smiled.

“Thanks, man,” Layton smiled, adding a careless wave as he left the staff room. Marcie followed and added her own thanks.

“You’re welcome,” the cleaner nodded, as they vanished from sight.

****

Two nights later, a sealed flower box was waiting on the staff room table, ornately wrapped and with a hand-written card in copper-plate addressed to Layton. He elbowed jokingly at Marcie who was crowding at his shoulder to see. The box contained two individual flowers and another hand-written card.

“‘My first is in rose and also in thorn. My second is in iris but not in eye’. A puzzle,” Layton enthused

“How exciting,” Marcie exclaimed. “Any idea who it could be from?” Her question came as two mugs of steaming coffee arrived.

“There is a Consultant who’s been chatty today,” Layton mused. “But I’m fairly certain he’s straight … and married,” he added thoughtfully, sipping at the pungent drink. “There’s also that tall, dark House Officer, but he doesn’t strike me as the romantic type. He seems to undress me with his eyes whenever he sees me.”

The banter was traded back and forth without any conclusion being reached. However, the sparkle was back full-force in Layton’s eyes and he gave the cleaner a cheery wave as he resumed his duties.

****

The next night saw more of the same; an ornately decorated flower box, sealed and waiting for Layton’s eager hands was on the table.

“‘My third is in carnation, but not in button-hole. My fourth is in orchid but not in flower’.” alsancak escort Layton gave Marcie a blinding grin.

“Any ideas yet?” Marcie demanded, admiring the two beautiful flowers.

“Nope, but you wouldn’t believe it; I’ve been asked out twice,” Layton laughed.

“That’s because the other doctors…and nurses… are taking more notice of bright and beautiful Layton,” Marcie laughed. “So what’s your plan?”

“I fully intend to unravel the mystery,” Layton said, picking up the drink that simply appeared in front of his hands. “It’s the very least I can do given the imagination and effort this person’s gone into. It’s the most unique request for a date I’ve ever had.” His smile lit up the room.

****

“‘My fifth is in daffodil and also in Wales. My sixth is in aster but not in bloom’. There can’t be many more letters now,” Layton enthused.

“So where’s the pansy then?” A loud, brash voice grated on both Layton and Marcie’s ears.

Layton immediately closed over his box, tucking the card away safely for further consideration and picked up his drink.

“Milk, two sugars for mine,” the brash voice continued. Its owner, a dark-haired, well-built but running-to-fat, male flopped next to Marcie and leered at her.

“What do you want, William?” Marcie asked, exasperation evident in her voice. “You don’t normally hang out here.”

“I heard that Blondie here was getting pretty flowers. Some big mystery over who’s sending them. I just came to look at the pansy,”

His leer made Layton shudder internally as the blond sought not to let the other man visibly disconcert him.

“I don’t remember discussing it with you,” Layton replied through gritted teeth. “Quite frankly it’s none of your business.”

William took a sip of his coffee, made a sound of disgust and surged to his feet, his excess flesh vibrating in his anger.

“I said ‘two sugars’, you cretin,” he bellowed at the hapless cleaner, who turned, eyes wide at the uncalled-for fury.

“Leave him alone, William,” Layton said defensively. “It’s not his job to make us drinks and not his fault if he misheard you.”

“You take in waifs and strays, too?” William growled menacingly.

Layton was suddenly acutely aware of the man standing just behind him, a steadying hand, unseen, in the small of his back. It made him feel oddly protected, even though he was the one challenging William.

“Just drop it, William. It’s time we resumed our rounds anyway.”

Layton kept himself between the bulk of the angry man and the cleaner at his shoulder. Once William had gone, Layton turned to face the other man. For a moment, he was tongue-tied. This close he could appreciate the thick, sandy-blond hair and drown in the sea-green eyes. He felt his heartbeat accelerate and a pink flush stained his cheeks.

“I’m really sorry about that. It was totally uncalled for. We’re not all such…such…”

“Egotistic, pompous, bigoted arseholes?” the cleaner offered as words failed Layton.

For a moment, Layton just stared then he and Marcie simultaneously burst into gales of laughter.

“I couldn’t have put it better myself,” Marcie snickered as she wiped away a tear.

“It happens.” The cleaner shrugged. “You just don’t let it get to you.”

“I hope we’ve shown you a little more consideration than that … that…”

“Arsehole,” giggled Marcie.

“You’re a couple of the best,” the cleaner said, smiling.

Layton found himself fascinated by the dimple that appeared on the cleaner’s left cheek.

“Come on, Layton,” Marcie urged. “We have to go.”

“”K,” Layton agreed, picking up his box. “Thank you, Rik,” he added, noting the name-badge of the other man.

“Welcome,” Rik nodded as the two doctors left.

****

“‘My seventh is in daisy, but not in chain. My whole is in the bouquet I gave to you. Use the flowers to provide the clue. Be mine, Valentine?’ It’s completed now.” Layton crowed, as he read out the last clues to the identity of his mystery admirer.

“All you have to do is work out the name and who they are,” Marcie grinned. “There’re still a couple of days till Valentine’s.”

“I know. I intend to make good use of them,” Layton said, brandishing his box like the trophy it was.

“Thanks for the coffee, Rik,” Layton shouted as he hurried from the room. He was certain he had worked out the name correctly, but he would need to speak to one of the HR advisors to be sure. Then he needed to give his reply. He rubbed his hands with anticipation.

****

Marcie was fairly vibrating with unconcealed curiosity. Layton’s demeanour suggested the blond knew who had sent the flowers and riddle, but he had given her no hints as to who it would be. A half-dozen doctors and a couple of nurses and physiotherapists ran through her mind.

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“Well what?” Layton asked, his face as innocent as an angel’s, but his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Who’s the mystery man?” Marcie demanded. “I *know* you know,” she groaned, picking up her drink.

Layton sat back without touching his. He turned to watch the cleaner return to the sink.

“Thanks, Richard,” he said huskily, praying he was correct.

Rik stopped and then turned slowly. His eyes held myriad emotions; hope, defiance, anxiety, affection.

“Congratulations, Doc,” he gave a small smile, not sure now he had been uncovered just what he was going to do. //Oh, God, what of he says no?// The thought was like a dagger in his heart and he continued to stare at the small blond. Beautiful, intelligent and compassionate — who could ask for more?

“Did you mean it, Rik?” Layton asked. “To be yours?”

Rik heard the uncertainty in the voice and realised that the same thoughts of rejection could be in Layton’s mind.

“I meant it. If you want it,” he added.

As they had spoken, Layton had stood taking a few faltering steps towards the older blond. Realising this, Rik took the next couple necessary and then they both moved as one. Layton moulded himself against the broader body as one of Rik’s hands cupped the back of his head, the other gripping possessively at the small of his back. Their lips brushed tentatively against each other and then their mouth opened. Rik’s tongue slid into Layton’s warm, wet cavern and leisurely ravished the shyer muscle before sucking it into his own mouth. It was only the necessity to breathe that forced the older man to relinquish the younger, keeping their foreheads together so they seemed to share breath.

“I’ll be outside, guys,” Marcie said, fanning her hand in front of her face, but neither man really noticed.

“Next move is yours, Doc,” Rik husked.

“Layton. My name is Layton, not anything else when we’re alone.”

“No?” Rik gave a slow smile. “Not…lover?” He nipped a luscious earlobe. “Not … beautiful?” He nuzzled at Layton’s neck as the smaller tipped his head back to offer easier access. “Not … mine?” The last was barely more than a growl as he possessed the perfect, pouty lips once more.

Layton felt himself melt in Rik’s arms. The man’s sinful rasp, the words he spoke, and the touches to his body… he was ready to go up in flames. He forced himself to move and look into Rik’s lust-glazed eyes.

“No more, please,” he begged. “I have to see patients. You want to go out for Valentine’s Day? I’ll be finished nights and have a couple of days off.”

“Restaurants just up the prices for Valentine’s. Come to my house. I’ll rustle something up. If you’d like, you can stay over,” he rumbled against Layton’s throat, sending pleasurable vibrations throughout Layton’s slender frame.

“Oh yeah, I’d like that.”

****

The meal was an array of food that stunned Layton. Fresh oysters to start, figs wrapped in Parma ham, lamb cooked in a honeyed sauce and strawberries they dipped in chocolate and hand-fed each other. Now they were swaying to soft music, a half-consumed bottle of Champagne nearby.

“You know I’m not looking for casual, don’t you?” Layton whispered, as Rik returned from a brief detour upstairs.

“Neither am I,” Rik replied. “I would never have bothered if I thought you just wanted a tumble. I’m in for the long-haul. Are you?”

“Yes,” Layton husked.

Rik walked up to him and put his arms around him, Layton whimpered as Rik’s hands wandered down his back to his ass and then pulled him close so that Layton could feel Rik’s arousal pressed insistently against his own.

“Rik,” he moaned softly, needily, unable to stop from rubbing his groin against his lover’s.

Rik groaned and captured Layton’s lips in a soul searing kiss.

Layton’s arms came up and wrapped around Rik’s neck, as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. He moaned again as Rik’s tongue snaked into his mouth. Still kissing and holding onto each other tightly, they began to manoeuvre themselves up the stairs.

Rik sat on the bed and lay down, pulling Layton on top of him, wrapping his fingers in the younger man’s white-blond hair. They rocked against each other gently, Layton’s hands wandering over Rik’s chest. Then he broke the kiss and pulled away slightly.

“Too many clothes, I want to see you,” Layton purred.

Rik groaned and sat up, “I want to see you too,” he replied.

They got up off the bed and slowly stripped, each watching the other intently. Layton stared avariciously as a well-defined, smooth body was revealed to his eyes. Unknowingly he licked his lips as Rik’s erection appeared from his boxers. Layton felt suddenly shy in the face of such masculine beauty altınordu escort and slowed down, looking away.

Layton was finally naked. He heard a gasp and looked up to see an expression he’d never seen from anyone before, not even Blake. Rik was looking at him with love, lust and wonder.

“Oh God,” whispered Rik.”You’re so beautiful.”

Before he could say or do anything in reply, Layton found himself in Rik’s arms.

“I love you,” the older man said seriously, Layton blinked and his mouth opened and closed in an effort to reply. Unable to find the words, he wrapped his arms around Rik’s neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss, trying to convey his feelings without the need for clumsy words

Rik enclosed him in a tight embrace and then effortlessly lifted him and carried him to the bed. Rik covered Layton’s body, settling over him. He propped himself on his elbows and slid his fingers into his lover’s sleek, satin-like hair, dipping his head to steal soft kisses as he and Layton began to rock, their erections pressing together. Sweat and pre-come eased their movements as they shared more and more passionate kisses.

Rik was in heaven, the taste of Layton’s mouth and skin, the feel of skin and hair, the intoxicating scent of arousal, the sight of Layton, thrashing, losing himself in pleasure and the sounds of panting breaths, soft moans and whimpers. He wanted more, needed more and lowered himself down Layton’s body. He tasted every inch of skin, pausing to suckle perfect, pink nipples into diamond-hard points and to dip into Layton’s navel. He breathed in deeply, nuzzling Layton’s sac, before licking the length of his shaft.

Layton writhed and groaned, he’d never felt like this before, he knew Rik was what he had been waiting for all his life.

“Oh, Rik,” Layton cried. There was another bottle of Champagne, open and waiting. Rik took a mouthful and went down on his helpless lover. Hands and mouth, fingers and tongue, he kept taking Layton to the brink of orgasm and stopping and then he would start all over again.

By the time Rik began the fourth round, Layton was incoherent and writhing with need. The incisive mind reduced to chanting single syllables, body incapable of anything other than helpless responses to Rik’s touches. Exactly where Rik wanted him. He licked the last of the champagne from Layton’s shaft. He began to murmur hotly into Layton’s ear while rolling his lover’s heavy sac and fingering the sweat-slick perineum.

“You’re so beautiful, so gorgeous. Gonna make you mine, baby, gonna make you feel so good.”

“Oh Rik!” Layton wailed as Rik once more engulfed his erection, gently sucking and licking. He instinctively felt Layton’s orgasm coming and he relaxed his throat, taking Layton’s full length as the smaller man jerked under him with a sweet cry of completion. Rik swallowed repeatedly and then with one last lick, he released Layton and crawled back up his body to kiss him gently.

Layton could taste himself in Rik’s mouth and moaned wantonly. He spread his legs, so that Rik sank down against him, and pulled his knees back.

“Oh, baby,” whispered Rik. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out some lube as Layton smiled shyly.

Slicking up his fingers, Rik carefully probed and stretched Layton, the smaller man, pushing down on his fingers. He was tight, but Rik seemed instinctively to find all of the sensitive spots. Soon Layton was panting; his shaft already half hard again. Finally Rik coated his gloved, rock-hard erection with the lube and began to push into his lover. White heat surrounded Rik’s aching arousal, the tightness almost crushing in its intensity.

Finally he was fully inside and he panted softly trying not to come too soon and to allow Layton to adjust. Layton was fully hard again, his length pressing into Rik’s belly. He started to move his hips and Rik took the hint, starting to thrust with slow, shallow movements.

“Please,” Layton whispered.

Rik sped up, pulling out almost completely before plunging back in, rubbing his stomach against the sensitive underside of Layton’s trapped flesh.

Layton was moaning continually, his hands gripping tightly to Rik’s shoulders with bruising strength. His movements became erratic, as the intensity of the experience overwhelmed him.

As Layton’s muscles began to contract around him, Rik bucked, thrusting harder and faster. With a roar he exploded, pumping his seed into the condom, deep inside his lover. His lips and teeth fastening on the fragile flesh of Layton’s shoulder leaving a mark to show his possession.

Layton cried out again, the bite the final catalyst and he shuddered against Rik as he coated their stomachs from his second orgasm, his shaft untouched by either man.

Rik collapsed on top of him, both men panting for breath. As soon as he could move, he pulled gently out of Layton, rapidly disposed of the condom and rolled to the side, pulling the smaller man with him into a tight hug.

“I love you, Rik,” whispered Layton, certain he never wanted to be in another’s arms.

Rik smiled and kissed him softly.

“You’re mine, Valentine,” he murmured.

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While this is a true story, the names & location have been changed as we still live in the same town. I’ll call myself Rick, while not being the most macho guy I was still considered pretty cool. His name let’s say is Kevin, he was very effeminate in comparison to most other guys, I think his parents treating him more like a maid than a son had something to do with it. Although so many others didn’t like him, I thought he was ok and to be honest felt sorry for his parents treatment of him. Once while his family was visiting mine his father told him to do the dishes, my mom said no but he insisted. When Kevin protested he was spanked, imagine the horror an 18 year old must have felt, not only being spanked but having us in the room. My mom went ape shit yelling at his father & mother, we didn’t see them again for a long time.

The year is 1977, I’m 19 years old & in my 2nd year of college, Kevin 18 years old was graduating high school that year. We live in New Jersey, both belonging to the same boys youth organization (the organization shall remain nameless), I am the leader, being voted in for my third term while Kevin was two steps below me hoping to be voted into my position when I age out.

The lodge that housed our group was 3 towns over, we live only about a mile apart so I drove to our monthly meetings. One evening our meeting ended very early, on the way home I asked Kevin if he wanted to stop & talk a while. Kevin wasn’t in a hurry to go home and agreed. Pulling off the road in a quite neighborhood not far from where we lived, we spoke for a while when I decided, I just had to ask him a question that’s been on my mind for quite some time.

“Kevin, can I ask you a personal question?” I asked.

“Sure what do you want to know?” he asked.

“Well I don’t know if you are aware, but the other guys in the lodge have been talking about you, uh well they think you are gay.” I said.

“Well if I was would it be any of their business?” Kevin asked without giving an answer.

“I know bayrampaşa escort I don’t care, I just wanted to make sure you knew it.” I told him.

“Yeah I kind of guessed, I saw a couple of the guys making fun of me while they thought I wasn’t around, you know trying to walk like I do while limply bending a wrist.” he said.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, I’ll talk to them if you want?” I asked.

“No I don’t think you can stop them anyway. To answer your question, I haven’t been with anyone, since as you know my parents never let me go out unless it’s to lodge, but I’ve never been interested in girls and I am always with guys, so yes I believe I’m gay,” he said.

“Ok, you see I really thought you might be and figured I could ask you some questions, but guess you really can’t answer them since you haven’t been with another guy,” I said.

“Ask me maybe I might know the answer, a few friends in high school were gay and I picked their minds about many things,” he said.

Not able to search the internet back then, the only way to get answers were asking questions, but who do you ask? I thought Kevin being a friend & thinking at least before tonight that he might be gay, I said, “Well you know I’ve dated girls and have had sex with a couple, ok I talked a lot and he knew, but I have sometimes had dreams about guys and wondered what it felt like.”

“I can only tell you what my friends told me, everyone said it felt amazing and the taste of a dick was wonderful,” he said.

“Do you think um, would you like your first feel to be mine maybe?” I asked.

His eyes opened wide and he asked, “are you serious, you want me to play with your cock?’

“Yes but can I see yours too?” I asked.

Looking at his watch and being still early Kevin said, “Yes oh my yes.”

Getting into the back seat of my dad’s station wagon we sat for a minute, I took a breath before unzipping my pants pulling them and my underwear to my knees, out popped beykoz escort my fully erect 4 1/2″ penis. I sat hoping my size, being so small, didn’t change his mind as I sat there.

Looking at it Kevin looked up and asked, “Can I touch it?”

“Yes but can I see yours 1st?” I asked.

Kevin lifted his but in the air pulling his pants to his knees leaving him in his tidy whities. Pulling the band down slowly and his dick popped out, a massive one compared to mine, maybe 7″ or longer and fat.

“You like my cock?” Kevin asked as he saw the grin on my face.

“Wow that’s much bigger than mine,” I stated.

Reaching over he took my dick in his hand while slowly stroking it said, “I think that little thing is beautiful.”

Sitting back I felt a calming sensation come over my entire body as he was jerking me off. I imagined what it would feel like to cum in his hand, sticky hot cum covering his hand.

His hand felt so comforting and warm as he stroked my dick up & down. Finally as I felt myself getting closer to shooting it’s load, I reached down finding a towel on the floor putting it to my cock. As the towel touched my it’s tip cum started squirting out, Kevin took the towel and cleaned it all up.

Kevin then asked, “Do you want to touch mine, I understand if you don’t I was more than happy just having you be my first hand job?”

Without answering I put my hand on his cock, I had to know what it felt like. Was it like mine, was it warm, is the skin soft, what do his balls feel like so many questions. All began being answered the second my finger touched his soft foreskin. Kevin arched his back when I closed my hand around his shaft starting to slowly stroke his huge cock.

“Mmm Rick that feels so much better than my own hand,” he said.

“Glad you like it, it’s so hard but the skin is so soft. Can I touch your balls?” I said.

“Yes touch anything you want,” he answered.

While my right hand was stroking his cock, beyşehir escort my left reached his balls, gently feeling the soft sack around them then massaging each ball between my fingers.

“Ooh don’t stop that is so good,” he whimpered.

Kevin’s cock started jumping in my hand, but the towel wasn’t near, pulling my left hand from his balls I cupped it under his tip hoping to catch all of his cum. He quickly shot his first stream of cum, then his second, third, forth and finally fifth as I

caught every drop in my hand.

As I sat with a handful of cum, Kevin put the towel to my hand and wiped it all out, when he was finished he said, “Rick that was so good, I hope you liked it too?”

“I did, it was really really good,” I said.

Looking at his watch, it was now almost 10, Kevin said, “we better get going, my parents will grill if I’m home after 10:15.

Before I could answer he leaned over and kissed my cheek and said, “maybe if you rush through our next meeting we can do this again? I could tell my parents that we have to setup and breakdown the room that will buy us till almost 11 before they start to wonder where I am. Joey & Billy are supposed to do it, but if we tell them we’ll setup as long as they breakdown. If we hurry and setup quickly we can be alone for at least a half hour.”

“I guess you really liked it? We would have to find a place we can not only be alone, but can also hear when someone comes into the parking lot so we don’t get caught, but yes I would like that,” I said.

We drove to his house, getting there right at 10:10, Kevin jumped out and said, “maybe you could come over next week, I have to babysit my little sister & brother but they always play outside for a few hours before coming in for dinner. I have to clean and make dinner but if you help we could be alone for maybe an hour & a half.”

“Wednesday’s I have early classes and I could be here by 2:30 would that give us enough time?” I asked.

“Yes I’ll see you then,” he said as he ran into the house.

On the way home I thought about what just happened and wondered if maybe next time we can do little bit more. As I fall off to sleep I awoke the next morning with a hard cock as I lay picturing what I dreamt about, Kevin with his lips wrapped around my cock sucking me off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I walked back out to the living room

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dav-” he started

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mark?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna get really dirty?” He said

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you boys okay? Is something wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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