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Chapter 2: Getting Better Acquainted

Nicola, Paolo, Roberto and Andrea were lying naked and exhausted on the living room floor when Giuseppe and Enrico walked in. They stood in the doorway and stared at the naked bodies.

‘Well boys,’ Giuseppe said, ‘I take it you’ve made our new roommates feel welcome.’

Andrea smiled and ran a hand over her pussy.

‘They sure have.’

She got up and walked over to Giuseppe and Enrico and placed a hand on each of their visible erections.

‘Could I interest you two in some pussy?’

Nicola stared at her friend. Andrea had always been a shy and quiet girl, but now she was acting like a real slut, stroking the boys’ bulging jeans. She saw how Giuseppe and Enrico were still hesitating so she walked up to her friend. She ran her hands around Andrea’s body until they were cupping those big luscious breasts.

‘Come on Reah,’ she said softly. ‘These boys don’t want to fuck us, we’ll just have to help each other.’

Without replying, Andrea turned around and started kissing Nicola. They’re tongues were entwined as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Andrea’s hand was rubbing back and forth over Nicola’s shaved pussy and Nicola couldn’t stop kneading her friend’s big tits.

Roberto and Paolo had been watching while lying on the floor and they were both stroking their huge erections now. They exchanged glances and agreed to switch girls. Roberto was going to get to fuck Nicola next and Paolo was going to fuck Andrea. But first they were going to enjoy the show for a bit longer.

With their lovers stroking their cocks and the other two guys eagerly watching, Andrea pulled Nicola to the floor and straddled across her mouth. Her breasts fell like ripe fruits on her friend’s stomach as she leaned across and started licking the naked pussy. Nicola moaned out loud and grabbed hold of Andrea’s soft ass and started licking the wet slit. She lapped up the cum that was still dripping out of it and flicked her tongue expertly across the swollen clit.

Andrea moaned into Nicola’s cum filled pussy and pushed her tongue straight in. They’d played with each other in their dorm room back home, but nothing like this, and never after being fucked like that. She loved the taste of Nicola’s juices mixed with Paolo’s cum.

The girls were moaning and slurping up each other’s juices and the guys’ cocks were getting harder and harder. Paolo finally gave into temptation and moved up to Andrea. He pulled her hips higher and started pushing his 9 inches into the wet pussy that was still being licked by Nicola. Nicola’s tongue was all over his shaft as he penetrated Andrea, licking her own juices off Paolo’s cock and lapping up Andrea’s juices.

Roberto couldn’t let his friend have all girne escort the fun so he pulled Nicola out from underneath Andrea, pulled her legs up high and shoved his hard shaft into the tight warmth of her juicy cunt.

While Paolo was fucking Andrea from behind and Roberto was shafting Nicola hard the girls manoeuvred their bodies in a way so that they could kiss and play with each other’s tits. Nicola couldn’t keep her hands off those big D cups as her tongue played with Andrea’s tongue. Andrea on the other hand was tweaking and pulling Nicola’s hard nipples.

Giuseppe and Enrico couldn’t believe the fuck scene in front of them. They each had massive erections that were restrained in their jeans. Finally Giuseppe admitted defeat. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and showed off a hairy chest and a 7-inch cock that was thicker than any cock the girls had ever seen. He walked up to Andrea and shoved his cock in her mouth.

‘Fuck her hard,’ he urged Paolo. ‘I want her to feel my cock deep in her throat.’

Paolo didn’t need more encouragement than that so he started shoving his 9 inches deep and hard into Andrea’s tight cunt. With every thrust he pushed her mouth further onto Giuseppe’s fat cock. Andrea’s lips were wrapped around the juicy cock and with one hand she stroked the huge balls. She moaned out loud every time Paolo rammed his balls onto her clit and when Giuseppe started kneading her tits while fucking her mouth she didn’t know how much more of this she could take.

Nicola looked over at Enrico and saw that he’d pulled his hard shaft out of his pants and stood there stroking it. She smiled at him.

‘Come on Enrico,’ she said, ‘wouldn’t it be nice to have that big shaft of Yours sucked? I’d love to taste it.’

Enrico hesitated for a second but then he shed his clothes revealing a cock that was much bigger than Nicola had first thought. Roberto turned Nicola around so that he was fucking her from behind so that she could get better access to Enrico’s massive shaft. When Enrico walked up to Nicola and she saw the full length of his shaft she realised that it must be close to 12 inches. She drooled at the sight of it. She’d never had a cock that size in her life, the only thing that had come close was her favourite vibrator.

Nicola slowly sucked Enrico’s erection deep into her throat, but not even her expertise could do that huge shaft much justice. She used her hands on his balls and the base of his cock but there was so much of it. Enrico moaned with pleasure but Nicola wanted more. She let go of Enrico’s cock and raised her upper body and whispered into Roberto’s ear. Roberto’s face lit up and he pulled his cock out of her cunt.

Roberto then got down on his back, with his gölcük escort shiny cock standing straight up like a flagpole. Nicola slowly started to sit down on him, letting him manoeuvre his cock into her ass. They both moaned out loud as he slowly let himself into that incredibly tight hole and slowly stretched it to make room for his cock. When he was almost all the way in Enrico manoeuvred Nicola into a position where her cunt was wide open and he pushed his huge cock inside.

Nicola cried out loud as the two cocks filled her holes. Enrico pushed hard and managed to fit his entire 12 inches in her pussy. Meanwhile Paolo and Giuseppe had picked up the pace with Andrea. They each pushed hard into her pussy and mouth, fucking her harder and faster, encouraged by her moans of pleasure.

Andrea was the first to give in. She felt her pussy contracting harder and harder around Paolo’s cock and with a cry that was slightly muffled by Giuseppe’s cock her pussy spasmed hard and tight around Paolo’s cock and her juices squirted out on his balls and down her legs. This was the final straw for Paolo who with a roar started shooting his load way up the cumming pussy. Giuseppe too let go and shot his load deep into Andrea’s throat.

Paolo and Giuseppe withdrew from Andrea and looked over at the other three. Giuseppe fondled Andrea’s tits and she could feel his fat cock getting hard against her ass. But Andrea had never been fucked in her ass before, and she wasn’t prepared to learn with the fattest cock she’d ever laid eyes on.

Instead Andrea motioned for Giuseppe to get down on his back and she straddled his fat cock and started riding. She moaned out loud in pleasure as his cock stretched her cunt wide. Giuseppe reached for Andrea’s bouncing tits and squeezed them hard. Paolo watched them and couldn’t believe that his cock was hard again. This was unbelievable, he couldn’t get enough of fucking tonight.

Paolo kneeled and straddled Nicola’s face and pushed his cock onto her lips. She hungrily sucked it in and tasted her friend’s juices on it. She’d never done this before. She’d never had one cock in each hole and she loved it. This was real fucking!

Paolo breathed heavily as Nicola sucked his cock deep into her throat. Enrico laughed and pushed hard into her. He could feel Roberto’s cock pumping her ass. This whore was such a good little fucker. He looked over at Andrea’s bouncing tits and luscious lips and smiled. He’d love to feel those lips lick his shaft off when he was done with this one.

Nicola moaned around Paolo’s cock as Enrico picked up the pace. He was fucking her cunt so good. Roberto’s cock was stretching her ass and she could feel how she was about to let go. The minute her pussy started squeezing göztepe escort around Enrico’s shaft she let out a muffled scream around the hard shaft that was pumping her mouth. Enrico felt the squeeze around his cock and immediately let go with her, shooting his load straight up her cumming cunt.

Enrico was barely done cumming when he pulled out of Nicola’s shaved pussy and stood in front of Andrea’s lips with his dripping cock. Andrea smiled up at him, and without slowing down the pace with which she was riding Giuseppe’s piece of meat she sucked him in and tasted his lovely cum mixed with Nicola’s sweet juices. Enrico could feel his cock hardening again and took a hold of Andrea’s head as he pumped her mouth hard.

Roberto knew that he was on the brink of cumming in Nicola’s ass as he felt her juices mixed with Enrico’s cum run down over his tightened balls. He grabbed hold of her hips and shoved himself as deep as he could. He heard Nicola’s muffled cries as he screamed out in ecstasy while shooting his load straight up that delicious tight ass.

Paolo couldn’t stand it any longer and so he came into the moaning mouth. He then eased Nicola off Roberto’s cock and the three of them lay down on the floor, Roberto caressing Nicola’s pussy and Paolo kissing her tits.

Giuseppe had watched Nicola being fucked in every hole as Andrea’s tight cunt had been riding his massive cock and now he felt his balls tightening up unbearably. He grabbed a hold of her hips and forced them down real hard so that her cunt was grinding him. This action made Andrea lose control and her pussy started shaking and squeezing around the huge shaft that was stretching her cunt beyond belief. Feeling this, Giuseppe was finally ready to let go and with a roar he emptied his balls straight into the convulsing pussy.

Enrico pushed a couple of more times, and then he pulled his cock out of Andrea’s mouth at the last moment and sprayed her face with his cum. Andrea collapsed on the floor and Enrico finished off his last squirt of spunk onto Nicola. Nicola pulled away from Paolo and Roberto and started licking Andrea’s face.

‘Oh no girls,’ Giuseppe exclaimed, ‘you can’t start again!’

‘No more stamina Giuseppe?’ Nicola laughed and ran her tongue across Andrea’s lips.

‘Not tonight,’ Giuseppe replied, ‘I’ve had enough fucking for one evening, I’ll leave the rest for tomorrow.’

The other guys agreed and so it was decided that they should all go to bed. Roberto pulled Andrea to her feet and took her hand and led her into his bed. There they lay down in a spoon position and soon fell asleep with Roberto’s cock between Andrea’s thighs and his hand covering one of her big breasts.

Nicola went to bed on her own and heard Giuseppe and Enrico set off for their beds. Then her door opened and Paolo snuck in. He sat down on her bed and started caressing her body through the sheet. Sleepily Nicola pulled him down and kissed him deeply. The two fell asleep with their arms and legs entangled with each other.

To Be Continued…

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Early morning. It was about 7:30. Brandon knew this as he forgot to turn the alarm on his watch off. At the same time, the other thing that woke him up and the main thing, was that he awoke in the middle of a wet and sticky double blowjob from two of the horniest girls. One of the girls was black, light skinned, with about a B-cup and a trim figure, full lips, and a cute face. She had a couple of dyed red streaks in otherwise straight, long, black hair. The other girl was white with somewhat short, blonde hair. She was skinny as hell, and while she wasn’t a knockout, she looked decent. Plus, she more than made up with her skills and motivation. Anyway, when Brandon’s eyes opened, he started to moan “Ohhh…Yeah, baby! Just like that!” He noticed that the black girl had a pierced tongue as he seen and felt her hot mouth and tongue wrapped fully around his length. Her tongue was circling around the shaft and head, rubbing with her tongue ring. And the other girl had both of his balls in her mouth, sucking the life out of them, alternating. She was damned good, too.

Just then, the blonde stopped to ask “Have you eaten lately?”

They both giggled for a second, kissed, and then the black girl said “Open wide, boy” as she straddled Brandon’s face and started grinding her moist wetness onto his waiting lips. The blonde girl had started to slowly pump his fully engorged manhood before continuing with a medium-paced sloppy blowjob.

The whole time, Brandon was trying to keep going, though he wanted to blow his load right there. After the day before, he was surprised he still had that much energy. As he licked, probed, and fingered at her nether regions, she screamed nasty things like “Yeaaahh!…Oooo….yeeahh..eat me!…fuck me with your tongue baby!”

The blonde pulled her head up off of him for a minute, making a suction efeler escort noise as she pulled off of a long, hard suck where his cock was poking her cheeks. “Mmmm. ..Fuck yeah! I love the taste of cock in the morning” she said playfully.

Brandon still knew neither girl’s name and was thinking in the back of his mind, ‘This is unreal’. Anyway, the black girl told him not to stop as she turned around to face the blonde chick who was moved up to position herself right above his throbbing erection. Holding his dick in one hand, she slowly lowered herself down as she moaned in satisfaction and the two girls kissed.

The blonde, Brandon could tell wasn’t a novice, by any means as she was more loose than a lot of girls her age and seemed more experienced. She was wet as hell, and the sounds of her dripping cunt slamming down onto his fat, rock hard cock could probably be heard two rooms away. The whole while, Brandon was keeping up in the black girl’s delicious cleanly shaven vagina, licking her walls all over, and teasing the g spot, licking just over it and back, fingering her and rubbing simultaneously. He could taste her juices flowing into him as she was bending over to suck the other girl’s nipples while pushing ever harder down onto his face. Brandon decided when she did this to start licking at her back door. Startled at first, she started groaning and yelled “You like that ass, motherfucker?” He continued licking around her puckered hole, teasing a little, feeling her soft cheeks brushing delicately with one finger.

As soon as Brandon’s tongue started to enter and lick at her, the girl riding him broke her pace, stopping at the base of his dick and squeezing as hard as she could while moving back up slowly and releasing her grip as she dropped quickly back down. He lost control, elbistan escort cumming inside her hard, filling her fresh, sticky mound with an overload of his hot, gooey cum, which poured out down her leg. As she got off and laid down, Brandon and the black girl spread her legs and licked clean the trails up her thighs, as they met at her crotch, half licking before turning it into a kiss. Then he pressed his lips to her cunt as he started to devour both her juices and his own. He stopped after a minute to let the black girl finish the job.

This girl passionately dove in, like she was kissing a lover. “Mmm” the black girl moaned as the other one whimpered. As she was munching on her friend, Brandon started to lick her ear and move behind her doggystyle position. He kept close to her as he made the maneuver, breathing heavily upon her neck.

She was groaning with passion as he whispered in her ear softly “You want it in that ass, baby?”

She said in between licks “Yeahh..please..baby.” Brandon started to feel her ass, fingering a little with some natural lube (saliva). He realized this girl was definitely no stranger to backdoor relations as he thought he would have no problem sliding right in. He continued to wet her and lube her with his one finger, pumping and curling as he toyed with her while suckling and kissing her smooth, babysoft buns. Then, he got up and turned left and right, playfully slapping her crack with his raging weapon of lust. She screamed “Don’t tease me, you bastard!” and then he pointed his erection at her tight ass and slowly entered until he was filling her to the hilt. This girl was grabbing Brandon’s cock with her ass practically. She was better than he had thought. She has shifted some of her focus off her partner and started to push back and pump against him, erciş escort wanting him to go faster and harder. He started to hold her in place strongly, not letting her control the pace as he started slowly, rhythmically pumping in and out in long, sensuous strokes. He was shifting direction the whole time.

Brandon would shift his bodyweight down at one point while thrusting up, and vice versa just kinda toying with her a little. After a minute of this, he said “You want it harder, baby?” and before she could speak, he was pounding like it was his last time. Her girlfriend had moved to the side and was egging her on. He was moving in her smooth as hell, almost knocking her off her hands with every thrust forward. Then without warning, he grabbed her arms and pushed her down on her stomach as he ground harder into her, making her scream.

Brandon then picked the pace up even more and after a few minutes, he heard this hot, black honey yell “I’m cumming..oh god..I’m cumming…OOOOOAAawwww..Ooo yeah!”

Right after she climaxed, Brandon yelled “Fuck, I’m about to blow!” She got up and violently pushed him back as both girls dropped to his cock like hungry hyenas. The black girl’s full lips engulfed the head of his cock as he erupted and she caught everything. She then got up and the other girl laid down smiling as the black girl crawled over her body, breasts pushed against breasts and face to face. The black girl then leaned down as if to kiss her and dropped Brandon’s cum into the blonde gal’s open mouth as they kissed and he seen both swallow and roll off.

The blonde girl said “Mmmm. That was great. By the way, I’m Sandy and this is Monique.” She said it sort of jokingly and giggled like ‘oh yeah, by the way’ or ‘no big deal’.

“And you are?” Monique asked.

“Brandon” he said. “This room service is great. I’ll have to remember to stay here more often.”

Monique said “Look, we gotta go shower. You’re friends with Miranda, right?”

He replied “Yeah.”

“Well, we’ll see ya later.” So he caught a ride home, and decided that he would get some more rest and return tonight.

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Editor’s note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.

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AUTHOR’S WARNING: This is not a feel-good story of gay love and romance. No, it is a cautionary tale of the approximately 1.6 — 2.8 million teenagers who runaway from home every year and of what can and often happens to the naive and unsuspecting. White slavery is real. There are no hard statistics of how many young people are snatched off the streets and sold into slavery each year because to America’s shame, it is a topic ignored by the mainstream media.

Wrong Place-Wrong Time

I was mad. I rode a bus 900-miles to work at a resort in the Everglades and when I got there they said there wasn’t a job for me. In fact, they’d never even heard of me.

“But Lori Mann hired me over the phone — she promised me a job — we had a verbal agreement!” I argued.

“I’m sorry, sir, she left the company two-weeks ago and we can’t find any paperwork for you,” she said.

I hate it when a girl my age calls me ‘sir.’

“But we had an oral contract!” I said a bit louder.

“I’m sorry, sir, there’s nothing I can do,” she said.

She didn’t look or act sorry. “Well, okay, if the job she promised me isn’t available, I’ll take anything…I’ll even wash dishes or be a janitor if I have to!”

She stared at me like I was a moron. “Sir, ALL of our positions have been filled — we don’t have ANY openings right now!”

I was dumbfounded. I’m usually quick on my feet but I couldn’t think of a single thing to say except, “It’s not right — she promised me a job — SHE PROMISED!”

The idiot girl cheerfully replied, “I don’t know what to tell you, sir…maybe if you check back in three-four weeks we might have something for you!”

“But—-“

“The shuttle to Miami leaves in half-an-hour!” she said and left me standing there alone.

I was numb on the ride back to the city. It wasn’t until I was standing on a street corner outside the bus depot that I woke from the unfolding nightmare. My head was dizzy and spinning.

How could this happen? They promised me a job – THEY PROMISED!! Now I have no work — no car – I’m tired — I’m hungry – and worst of all, I’m almost out of money. What the hell do I do now?

***

“Hey kid, you can’t sell boy scout cookies in here!” the ugly old bartender called out as soon as I walked into the shabby, dimly lit bar.

Huh? Boy scout cookies? What’s that old fool talking about?

“You must not be from around here, kid, you gotta be twenty-one to drink in Florida!” he gruffly said to me.

“I AM twenty-one!” I protested.

I set down my suitcase, pulled out my wallet and showed him my drivers license.

“This a fake id kid?” he asked suspiciously.

Good God, another moron! Do they put something in the water down here?

“No, it’s real!” I said to him.

“Minnesota, huh? You’re a lucky kid, you don’t look a day over sixteen!” he said.

Yep, he’s not only ugly but simple-minded, too! What’s so ‘lucky’ about getting mistaken for a little kid everywhere I go? Maybe the heat and humidity in Florida turns peoples brains into mush!

There were no other customers so I hopped up on the bar stool closest to the door.

“Coors Light,” I said to the man.

He grunted as he bent over the cooler and brought out a beer, opened it and placed it in front of me.

“What’s a Minnesota boy doing all the way down here?” he casually asked me. “You don’t like blizzards and eighty-below-zero anymore? Hahahaha….”

I took a long drink of beer — damn, it tasted good! My nerves were on edge but after guzzling the beer in four swallows I was able to breathe easier and I felt the tension in my body begin to go away.

“No, I was supposed to work in the Everglades, but when I got there they had no record of me…can you believe that?” I said.

The old man, who at first looked annoyed I had come into his bar suddenly took an interest in me.

“Okay, so you didn’t get the job,” he said. “Why on earth would you come to this part of Miami? You seem like a smart enough kid to see this ain’t exactly the nicest or safest area of the city?”

“This is where they dropped me off…the bus depot is next door, right?” I asked.

“Ohhhhh, you don’t have a car, huh? Yeah, that makes it rough!” he said.

I drained the beer and was going to leave but the old man quickly opened another one and set it in front of me.

“So you got friends in town, kid?” he asked.

I lifted the beer bottle to my mouth but before I took a drink, I answered, “No…no, I don’t know anyone here.”

He raised his eyebrows and said, “No one? You don’t know ANYONE here?”

Is this idiot deaf too? “No, I don’t know ANYONE here.”

“Well, I’m sure you called your folks or a friend or two and told them the bad news – they all know you’re going to take a bus home, right?” he asked.

What is it with this guy? “No, I haven’t spoken with anyone…it’s kinda embarrassing…” çerkez escort I sheepishly said. “They didn’t think I had the nerve to come all the way down here for work — some of ’em even thought I was lying about the job…damn, now what do I tell ’em?”

I had half a beer left but he popped open another one and set it in front of me.

“Uhhh, thanks, but I better go check the bus schedule,” I said to him.

“Have you eaten, boy?” he asked.

“No…no, I am kinda hungry but I gotta be careful with my money…I’ll get something out of the vending machines in the bus depot.”

“Nonsense, I’ll fix you a burger — it’s on the house — the beer too – I feel sorry for you, kid, it’s the least I can do!” he said.

I still had an almost full beer but he opened another one and set it in front of me then turned and walked toward the kitchen at the far end of the bar.

“Thanks, mister!” I called out to him. “It’s real nice of you to do this for me!”

He waved, smiled then I heard him softly laughing. “Well, kid, maybe you can do something for me later on…relax and drink your beer while I make you some food!”

I like to think I can handle my alcohol but I really can’t. I don’t get sloppy drunk or anything like that, but it does go straight to my head. I was feeling no pain as I sipped the beer and snuck glances at the old man in the kitchen.

Why is he doing this for me? I wondered. He doesn’t know me from Joe Blow on the street — why would he go out of his way to help ME?

I turned my head and saw him talking into a cell phone while he cooked my burger. When he saw me looking at him he smiled and waved and I waved back.

My inner voice said, “This is kinda weird, John — why would he go thru all this trouble for a stranger?” but the beer was giving me a pleasant buzz and the burger sure smelled good. I told myself to calm down. It’s okay to accept some help when you need it.

***

When he set the burger and fries before me I forgot my manners and dove right into it and began stuffing my mouth like a starving third-world peasant.

He chuckled and said, “Glad you like it, kid…I have good news and bad news for you….”

I looked at him quizzically through bleary eyes continuing to stuff my mouth.

“You probably saw me on the phone. I called the depot and they said the next bus to Minnesota doesn’t leave until Thursday afternoon…”

My heart sank — Thursday was two days away.

“Don’t worry about a thing, kid — I live upstairs and you can stay on my sofa-bed!” he said.

“Well, uh, I dunno….” I mumbled.

“Don’t thank me until I tell you the best part, kid — I found you a job – a friend of mine works on a cruise ship and they’re looking for help…it’s docked in port right now but they’re leaving tomorrow night!”

“Well, I, uh, I’ve never done that before,” I softly stammered while gobbling down the food.

“No problem, kid, it ain’t the greatest job — you’ll be working in the galley, probably washing dishes and helping out the cooks, but it’s a job and you’ll make a small fortune — when those cruise ships are out at sea they pay their help an absurd amount of money — better than anything a boy like you could make anywhere else!” he said.

Huh? A boy like me? What does THAT mean?

I was about to say, ‘Thanks, but no thanks’ when he added, “I’m gonna guess when you get back from the six-week cruise you’re gonna have at least ten-grand in your pocket — how does that sound to you, kid? You could use ten-grand, couldn’t you?”

Ten thousand dollars? Damn straight I could use ten thousand dollars, but still….

“Well, uh, I dunno….” I mumbled.

“Good — it’s settled then — you’ll stay with me until I take you to the port!” he emphatically said. He left me alone to eat in peace.

What the heck just happened here? I asked myself. I come in to a crummy dive-bar almost broke, and now I have a job on a cruise ship and I’ll make TEN-THOUSAND DOLLARS for six-weeks of work? Unbelievable!

I heard my inner voice say, ‘Careful John, you know what your dad always says, “If it sounds too good to be true — it usually is!”

When I finished the meal the old man came over with two shot glasses filled with a clear liquid.

He handed one of them to me and said, “Let’s drink a toast to your good fortune, kid….”

I looked suspiciously at the glass and he said, “It’s peppermint schnapps, kid, I didn’t think you could handle whiskey, heh-heh-heh….”

That irritated me. I took the shot glass, raised it high in a toast then downed it all in one gulp – there — that’ll show him!

When I swallowed the sweet liquore he smiled, raised his shot glass and said, “To the first day of the rest of your life, kid!” then gulped down the schnapps with a huge grin on his face.

***

Yeah, I really don’t handle alcohol very well.

I became v-e-r-y light-headed to the point of seeing stars dancing before my eyes. I wanted to get off the bar stool to go ceyhan escort to the bus depot and check the schedule myself but my body just wouldn’t cooperate.

I was beginning to get concerned when all of a sudden a rush of euphoria swept thru my brain. Ohhhhhhhh-myyyyyyyyyyy….

The ugly old bartender leaned in close to my face and asked, “How you feeling, kid? You feel pretty good, don’t you?”

It was funny in a strange kind of way. I wanted to ask him what was happening to me but the only words to come out of my mouth were “…feel pretty good.”

“Of course you do,” he said to me, “in fact, you feel wonderful, am I right? Don’t you feel wonderful, kid?”

A tidal wave of joy and ecstasy overwhelmed my dizzy and spinning mind. Gone were all negative thoughts and emotions.

“Wonderful,” I sighed into his handsome face. Ohhhhhhh, he’s such a nice man and what a beautiful smile!

“Yes you do, and you owe it all to me…I’m going to take good care of you, boy, you’re going to stay with me until I bring you to the cruise ship…it won’t cost you anything at all – would you like that, boy?”

“Ohhhhhh-yessssssssss, thank you, sir….”

“I want you to call me ‘Uncle Donny’ – will you do that for me, boy?”

“Ohhhhhhh, okay, Uncle Donny….”

“Goooood boy — you’re such a good boy…Uncle Donny will take good care of you…do you trust me, boy? Do you trust your Uncle Donny?”

“Ohhhhh, yes Uncle Donny — I trust you Uncle Donny….”

“You can tell Uncle Donny anything – Uncle Donny loves you boy, Uncle Donny will take care of you, do you understand me, boy?”

“Ohhhh-yessss, Uncle Donny….”

“So no one knows you’re here with me, am I right boy?”

“Yes, Uncle Donny, no one knows….”

“…and you didn’t tell ANYONE you didn’t get the job at the Everglades?”

“Not yet, Uncle Donny, I’m going to call my parents after I buy a ticket at the bus depot….”

“Gooood-boy, you’re such a gooood-boy!”

Another wave of euphoria came crashing thru my mind. I am soooo happy he thinks I’m a good boy….

I heard the the front door open but didn’t turn to see who was coming inside. It didn’t matter anyway – I couldn’t take my eyes off Uncle Donny — he is the center of my world — my whole universe. The wonderful man is feeding me and getting me a fantastic job on a cruise ship and I’ll be making tons-and-tons of money…what a wonderful-wonderful man!

The guy who came in walked directly behind the bar. I guessed him to be around Uncle Donny’s age. He was bald.

“Sorry I’m late, Don, my damn dog got loose again and I had to chase him down the street,” he said to Uncle Donny.

Uncle Donny was very friendly with the bald man. “You know, Harry, timing is everything – if you’d been here an hour ago I woulda been gone by now and never would’ve met this beautiful little boy!”

The bald man looked at me then back to Uncle Donny. He smiled and said, “Well, he is a cute little guy…and by that shit-eating grin on his face it looks like you already had him drink the sissy-juice?”

Uncle Donny replied, “Oh yes, and he loves it, don’t you boy? You feel real good, doncha boy?”

I seemed to have a permanent smile fixed to my face. “Yes, Uncle Donny, I feel real good, Uncle Donny!”

He leaned in and patted my head. “Good boy — you’re such a good boy!”

I had Uncle Donny’s approval. I beamed with pride and happiness.

Uncle Donny said, “Yup, timing is everything…not only did this pretty boy come in here on my shift, but the Caligula is in port and shipping out tomorrow night — perfect timing!”

The bald man acted surprised. “What? You’re not selling him to THOSE guys, are you? Jesus Christ, Don, if we put him in one of the upstairs rooms right now we can have him turning tricks tonight!”

Hmmmm, ‘turn tricks’ — that sounds like fun…I wonder what kind of tricks they’ll teach me?

Uncle Donny frowned at the bald man and said, “You think small, Harry, you gotta look at the big picture…if we keep him and charge the usual ten-dollars a bj, he’ll make us what? A hundred, maybe a hundred and twenty a day and the kid ‘ll be burned-out in six months!”

BJ? That’s funny! My initials are ‘JB’ — hahahaha….

I heard the bald man say, “Well, let’s keep him a few months and make some money THEN sell him to the captain!”

Uncle Donny looked frustrated by the bald man.

“Dammit Harry, have you already forgotten what happened with the red-headed boy? Jesus Christ, we almost got our asses handed to us!” he said.

“We didn’t know the kids’ folks had money and would try and find him,” said the bald man.

“Well, I have a feeling this kid’s family has money too and when the resort tells them they dropped him off at the bus depot we’ll become ground zero for his search!” said Uncle Donny.

WOW, I thought, ‘ground zero’ – that sure sounds important….

The bald man seemed to relax. “Okay-okay, yeah, we don’t need another hassle like before…he is a ceylan escort cute little guy — the captain might give us two or three thousand for him.”

“Are you joking?” the old bartender exclaimed, “…he’s twenty-one years old but looks sixteen — he has blonde hair, blue eyes and I’m sure he’s a virgin – we’re gonna get at least ten grand for him no doubt about it — I’ll start the bidding at twenty but won’t take anything less than ten!”

A virgin? I’m NOT a virgin — I had sex with Mary Ellen just before I left on my trip. I tried to tell that to Uncle Donny but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth.

“There you go again with your delusions of grandeur,” said baldy, “don’t play hardball with the captain — he doesn’t like it — get what you can from him…let’s get the kid out of here before someone comes looking for him!”

WOW, this is fun! They’re talking about playing hardball for lots and lots of money…I wonder if they’ll let me play, too?

The old man smiled at me again and I automatically smiled back at him.

Still looking at me, he said to baldy, “We’re gonna need more sissy-juice — I plan on keeping the kid buzzed until they take him away!”

Ohhhhh-goody…I L-O-V-E being buzzed….

Uncle Donny suddenly announced, “I’m gonna take him upstairs for a test-ride!” and came out from behind the bar and helped me off the stool. I almost fell but he caught me and held me up until I was able to stand on my own.

Baldy called out, “If he’s a virgin try and control yourself for a change, or we’ll only get a couple grand for him!”

Uncle Donny laughed, ran a finger back-and-forth across my closed lips and said, “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s virgin here, too!”

I wanted to tell them “No” that I’d eaten-out Mary Ellen plenty of times but they were laughing so loud I became distracted and forgot what I was going to say.

Uncle Donny

My legs were so wobbly I was grateful Uncle Donny had his arm around me holding me upright as we climbed the steep set of stairs. Even he had a problem with his balance because every now and then his hand slipped off my lower back and accidentally grabbed and squeezed my butt-cheeks.

He led me down a short hallway then stopped, opened a door and guided me inside a small apartment. To my left I saw a sofa facing a television and to my right was an unmade, double bed with wrinkled sheets.

“You’ll stay here with me until the captain from the cruise ship comes and takes you away.”

I was still feeling wonderful from the beer and schnapps and simply sighed, “Ohhhh, okay….”

He led me to the sofa and helped me sit down. I watched him go to the tiny kitchen, open the refrigerator door and pull out a small can of V8 juice. He opened it and poured out a quarter of the juice into the sink.

That’s kinda odd, I thought. Why would he waste some of it?

He reached into his pants pocket and brought out a vial of liquid, unscrewed the cap and poured half the contents into the V8 can.

Ohhhhh, I understand now. He has to empty out some V8 to make room for more sissy-juice. That makes sense!

He sat next to me on the sofa and handed me not only the V8 but also a small blue pill.

“Here, put this in your mouth and wash it down with the juice,” he said.

I hesitated – something didn’t seem quite right.

“Don’t worry, it’s a vitamin,” he said, “if you’re not healthy the captain won’t let you onboard the cruise ship!”

Ohhhhhh, yeah, that makes sense, I thought and took the pill and drank down the can of V8.

“Good boy…” he said as he pulled me to him and gave me a hug. “You’re a good little boy….”

Ohhhh, I LOVE hearing him say that to me – he’s such a nice man!

He took the remote control off the coffee table and switched-on the television.

“Stay here and watch tv while I go and change into something more comfortable!” he said.

When I didn’t say anything he looked me square in the eyes and said, “Cutie, when I say something to you I want you to say ‘Yes, Uncle Donny’ — can you do that for me, cutie?”

Ohhhhh-myyyyyyyy — another deluge of euphoria completely enveloped my mind – it felt sooooo-goooood….

“Ohhhhh, yes Uncle Donny — I can do that, Uncle Donny….”

He slowly leaned in and kissed me on my forehead. How sweet…what a nice man!

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “Watch tv — watch it carefully — you’ll learn how you can thank your Uncle Donny for getting you a great job — it’s going to be a job of a lifetime, hahaha….”

I mindlessly said thru a hazy but pleasant fog in my head, “Yes…job of my lifetime…thank you, Uncle Donny…job of my lifetime….”

“That’s not the thank you I deserve – you can do so much better than that – watch the movie and learn the proper way of thanking a man, you ungrateful little shit!” he harshly said then abruptly stood and walked away leaving me sitting by myself.

His outburst not only frightened me, but made me feel so bad I turned to watch the television to learn the proper way of thanking a man.

On the screen was an older man and a boy who looked to be around my age — the old man looked familiar — OH-MY…he looks exactly like Uncle Donny!

The man and boy were embracing. In the next scene they were kissing – sweet, soft, loving kisses.

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I don’t hear the honking until my shoes are tied. The honks are rapid and impatient, I wanted to smack him upside the head for being so rude. Mom is in the kitchen cleaning up the remains of breakfast. I grabbed my backpack and I kissed her cheek.

“Are you going to be here after school?” I said.

“No,” she said. “Will that be okay?”

“Yes,” I said not wanting her to interfere with my plans.

I raced out the door and I saw Tyler’s truck. He looked bored and angry. For once I didn’t care about making him mad. He wasn’t even on my radar, today only Shane was. I climbed in and he started the truck with a loud roar, we shot out of the driveway and into the streets.

The weather was so nice I rolled my window all the way down. Tyler was quiet which was a shocker to say the least. I decided to break the silence because even though we weren’t as close as we use to be, didn’t mean I didn’t care about him. I just wish he wasn’t so mean all the time.

“Wat’s up?” I said.

He shrugged than frowned. “I was rejected from UC,”

My eyes widened with shock. “Fuck dude,”

I felt sorry for Tyler, University of Cincinnati was his top choice. And I knew he was still hurting from when all those other schools he applied to rejected him also. Usually he was so upbeat and full of jokes, seeing him so dark and brooding wasn’t cumra escort a huge surprise but it was rare.

“There’s other schools,” I said reassuringly.

“Yeah whatever,” he scoffed.

We pulled up to school and I knew despite the excitement I felt for Shane and I, Tyler wasn’t going to be okay. And I just knew that he needed me, more than ever. My stomach was fluttering with thoughts of Shane than unease at deserting Tyler.

“Come on,” he said.

In the hallway everyone is loud and chatting, I spot Heather walking toward me and I wince. Shit I didn’t call or text her. I totally forgot about her, I even remember pressing ignore when she called me yesterday. Her long blond hair is straight today with a clip holding her bangs.

She looked hurt and pissed. I avoided her glaze when she took my hand.

“Can we talk?” She asked.

I nod and we walked away until we found a corner. I don’t have a excuse so I decided to be somewhat honest with her.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” She said.

“Because I didn’t want to,” I said.

“What why?” She said confused.

“Heather your my girlfriend and I care about you so much but I don’t love you,” I said.

“Where is this coming from,” she said tears gathering in her eyes.

I’m about to response until I noticed Tyler dalaman escort and his friends laughing and taunting… Shane. I see red, I walked past her and I watched my friends.

“Hey faggot,” Tyler said. “Whatcha reading?”

Shane was carrying a paperback under his armpit when they surrounded him.

“Fuck off,” Shane snapped.

Tyler pushed Shane against the lockers. His book fell and Keith picked it up. His grin was crooked and downright evil.

“Leave him alone,” I said.

“Dude we’re just joking,” Larry said seeming hesitant and worried.

“I don’t care, that’s assault,” I said snagging the book from Keith.

Tyler gave me a weird look, he wasn’t going to back down not like the others.

“Are you a faggot lover or something?” He said.

“Tyler stop being a dick and act like a decent person for once,” I said.

All the guys started grinning and hyping the drama. I knew this would possibly ruin our friendship but I wouldn’t condone bullying, not anymore. Too long I let Tyler hurt others but today I wasn’t going to be a bystander.

“What the hell man,” Tyler said. “You gone and turned soft on me?”

“Tyler leave him alone,” I said pushing him away from Shane. Heather walked over, tears fully running down her cheeks.

“Asher,” Tyler said. “Don’t fuck datça escort with me man.” he warned.

“Let’s go,” I said to Shane.

Without a word Shane followed me down the hall.

My heart was racing and I couldn’t think straight. I was nervous and excited. Shane and I decided to skip school, we snuck out and drove to my house. I doubled checked the rooms and I was sure that mom was indeed absent.

I slowly undressed so captivated by Shane. He was only wearing briefs, his chest was hairless and smooth. I lightly touched his nipples which were hard like pebbles. He rubbed my cock though my boxers and I moaned in appreciation. He pushed me down on the bed, and he kissed my stomach. My eyes closed when I felt him unearth my cock.

His hand worked my rigid cock and then he devoured my cock whole. His tongue was warm and moist as he deep throated me. I started to whimper when he deeply sucked. I couldn’t handle the slow assault. He must have noticed I was going to cum because he stopped.

We kissed and I tasted myself on his tongue. He crawled on top of me and he positioned my cock under his opening, and then he sat on my cock. I cried out as he moved up and down on my lap. We found a rhythm and we pounded into each other. His small hands were on my chest. I groaned and I held his slim waist, his back arched.

Suddenly my vision blurred and I was coming so hard, Shane eyes are closed and his small cock spurted white cum on my chest and chin. I unloaded into him and the release was sweet and heavenly. I’m so high and sedated that I didn’t even hear my bedroom door close and somebody hurryingly leaving my house.

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After my divorce, my friends told me to get out more. They were all married, so I was a third wheel to them. I signed up for some continuing education courses at the local community college. I wanted to work out more so I took things like parcourse, weight training, etc. It was something to do at night after work. And I didn’t meet anyone I wanted to go out with.

Then I hurt my shoulder, partial tear of the rotator cuff, while working on my car. Don’t ask. I needed to get it ‘scoped, and I did. First surgery for me. I missed going to work out. That surprised me, because I’m not a jock. I thought maybe I could go there anyway and get my heart rate up a bit. It was hot and I walked fast enough to get sweaty. I needed a shower.

Showers posed problems. I still had the sutures in and they needed to stay dry. Resourceful person that I am, I had brought a plastic bag along with some tape. I could punch a hole in the bag and slide it up my arm, seal the top and bottom with tape and be home free. Sounds like it ought to work, right? I hadn’t practice it. At home, I had sponge-bathed and washed my hair by hanging my head over the edge of the tub.

“Need a hand?” I looked up from the bench and saw Mark. He was in my weight training session. “I went through that last year. It’s a bitch.” Mark was about the same size as me, but was wrapped only in a towel. I was sitting on the bench with my towel over my lap.

“Yeah, thanks.” Sitting on the bench put his cock right at my eye level. I seemed to be drawn to looking at it, to see if there was a lump there. I could see the towel move in a slight wave, his cock! Well, of course he has a cock. He’s a guy. That is where you would expect to find that bit of anatomy. Right between his legs.

He straddled the bench and wrapped the tape around the top of the bag. His hands were warm and sure on my skin. I was looking over my shoulder like I was looking at him put the tape on, but my eyes were riveted on the towel and what was behind door number one. He started working on the taping the bottom.

And his towel slipped off.

“Oops.” Oops, hell. I was face to cock with a real life cock. I had never been that close to one before. At least not naked. I’ve had guys lean over me while putting something into the overhead compartment in an airplane, but that is when you lean away, know what I mean? This was a cock, soft, cut head at one end, bush of hair at the other. Balls hung like soft pendulums.

“There.” Was I staring all this time at his cock?

“Thanks.” I looked up and, yeah, he caught me staring at his cock. What am I, a perv?

He picked up his towel and put it back around his waist. “I’m Mark, by the way. Can I help you with anything else?”

“Hi, Don. No, thanks for helping out.”

“No problem. People need to help each other out sometimes. No harm in that.”

I was slightly embarrassed for having been caught looking, but it wasn’t bad. Look, I only see my own cock. What do other cocks look like? I’m not a perv.

He headed to the showers and I waited a bit before following. I had my hands full and thought that I should have taken him up on his offer. The showers were organized in groups of six, with walls between them. Mark was in the group on the end, so I went to the one next to it to have some privacy. I wanted to stand in the water and feel what I hadn’t felt in a week, the warm wash of water over my skin.

I turned on the water and it just dribbled out. I tried all six and they all had rather anemic water pressure. I could hear Mark and he seemed to have all the water pressure in the world in his shower. I started to leave my group of showers to find a better group when I heard his turn off.

“No pressure? Yeah, these are the best.” I turned and Mark was standing in front of the showers, reaching for his towel. “The one on the end there is the best.” He was pointing at the one in the corner. He had a pretty good body, masculine, hair on his chest, but not a gorilla.

“Thanks.” I knew what I wanted and took his advice. I moved my towel and soap down the row, went into the shower and turned on the water. It felt great. I’d left my soap on the shelf outside the shower cluster and turned to get it. Mark was watching me as I retrieved my soap bar. I got under the water again and looked down. How did my dick get so inflated without me knowing? I wasn’t hard, but was on my way there. What the fuck?

Then I dropped my soap and it skidded out to right in front of Mark. He picked it up. “Need some help?”

“No, thanks.” I took the soap çarşamba escort from him and he was looking right into my eyes.

“Rotator cuff?”

“Yeah.”

“I had that last year. It’s a pain, but you’ll get better. See?” He rolled his right arm around, stretching, flexing. His bicep looked great, muscles under skin. Eyes again. He was looking right into me.

“That’s what they tell me. Right now it is a pain.”

“I know what you mean.” He laughed. Guy laughter. I went under the shower again and started to soap up. And dropped the soap again. And you know where it went.

Mark picked it up and walked over. “Let me help you out.” He pushed me back under the water and didn’t put the soap into my outstretched hand. He started soaping my back. It felt great. But my dick was filling out more. I turned away so he couldn’t see.

“When I had my surgery last year, I had someone to help me out with stuff. So I can pass on the favor.” He was soaping my chest, arm pits, arms, and my cock was hard. I tried to turn so he couldn’t see it. He was close to me.

“You married?” I wasn’t wearing a ring, so it was a fair question.

“No, divorced. Last year.”

“Same here. I’m sorry.” Divorced guys often say that to each other like we can actually help by saying it, but it just takes time.

“Guess it has been a while for you.” Yeah, I haven’t been laid in a while, and now that my jerking off hand has a bum shoulder, even longer.

He knelt and started to soap my legs. He was going to get to my cock sooner or later and then what would he do.

He got there. His soapy hand caressed my cock and I jumped a little. But he didn’t stop. His hands went around my cock and balls, between my legs. He started stroking my cock lightly. I started to turn to him. I saw that his cock was getting hard.

This was crazy. I liked it, it was scary, we could get caught. I liked it. I had always wondered what being with another man was like but was scared to be gay. I had a couple of close calls in college, but was rescued by marriage. Now I was out there. I had gay fantasies, starting from when I learned to jack off, but I told myself that it was because it was the forbidden thing that made me respond to them. I really didn’t like guys the way I liked women, but I felt so damn good.

“Wait. What if someone comes in?”

“They won’t come down here. Do you like it?”

Sink or swim time. “Yes.”

“Good. Just go with it. You need it. Fuck my hands.”

I started to pump into his hands, bracing myself against the shower wall with my good hand. It felt so damned good. He moved behind me and I felt his cock between my legs, his chest against my back.

“What?”

“It’s okay, just fuck my hands. Feel my hands.”

I did, and it was fucking fantastic. I could feel his soapy cock slide down between my cheeks, and I felt like all cock. I was the cock, I was the cunt. I knew that he couldn’t penetrate me, but the feel of his cock between my cheeks was mind blowing.

“I want to fuck you, but it won’t work here. I want you.” Nobody had wanted me in a while. Not my wife, who hadn’t wanted me for most of the time since we said ‘I do.’ He backed away and I felt one hand slide between my cheeks and a finger probe my anus. I knew what he was going to do and I didn’t care.

His finger entered me and I knew that it was exactly what I wanted. I had fingered myself in the shower before, those times when I was married and my wife had a headache that lasted a month. I knew it was what I wanted and I didn’t have to do anything, just give into the pleasure of it.

His finger slid in and out, fucking me slightly. I pushed back against him and he came up close to me, his body against my side.

“You likee?”

I turned to look at him, close to me and through my head back and pumped his hand. His finger fucking continued and the pressure of his cock, his body against my side pushed me over the edge and I erupted.

“God!”

He pumped my cum out languidly, and I shuddered with each emission.

I was spent, leaning my head against the shower wall and I felt his finger slip out of me.

“God. Damn. That was good.”

“Glad I could help.” I turned to look at him and his cock was hard. I reached for it with my good hand. He leaned close to me. He wanted to kiss me. I didn’t care. I kissed him.

Stubble. I pulled him close to me. I had never touched a man before and here I was, going full blown gay. His lips were soft, his tongue hard in a way that çaycuma escort no woman’s tongue could be.

What did I just do? I dropped his cock and pulled back. I think he saw the panic in my eyes.

“Take it easy, grasshopper. You are still who you are.” And I knew what he meant. I was still who I was, I had just done something new, but it didn’t define me. “You jerked off in the shower and played with your ass. You’ve done it before, this time you had help.”

“Look, this is a misunderstanding.” What else could I say?

“It’s okay. I was just helping out.” He backed away, hurt by the rejection a little.

So there we were, two naked guys, one who had just had a mind blowing orgasm, and who hadn’t. One of whom was very confused.

I turned off the water and went for the safety of my towel.

“Sorry if I came on to you. I saw you in class before and thought that you seemed like a decent guy. I had you pegged for someone who had gotten dumped and divorced, same as me. I thought that we might have more in common. I like women, but like to play with guys sometimes. I prefer women. I thought you were the same.”

I didn’t know what to say. He was right about me.

“This is awkward. I’m sorry.”

Honesty is a bitch. “You’re right about those things. I got dumped and divorced. And I had played with myself in the shower. I’m just really confused.” I looked around. We were alone in the cavernous locker room. It was late. “I’ve never touched a man before. I was excited.”

“How do you feel now?”

“Scared.”

“Wanting to be close to someone else doesn’t make you gay, it makes you human. You like women, right? You look at women, right? You don’t look at guys, right? You’re like most guys. You mesh with women, but you have a part of you where you want to be wanted in a way that a woman can’t want you but a man can.”

He was right about that. I wanted to be wanted. In the gayest of my fantasies, I was with a man who knew me and knew what I wanted in a way that a woman couldn’t. He took me, his hard cock in me, filling me, giving me what I wanted and I pleased him in a way a woman couldn’t, his cum filling my ass. But how to find such a man?

I turned to him. Maybe this was the guy.

“You probably started to play with your anus when you were young, it felt good and you were ashamed to tell anyone. You jerked off and sometimes slipped a finger inside, and then felt ashamed afterward. You wanted to tell your wife but you knew it would freak her out, and you hid your shame. I know, because that is the life I’ve lived.”

He knew me alright.

“You want to know what to do now. Don’t panic. Don’t be ashamed.”

“What do you want?” Did he want to fuck me right here in the open?

“I want you to be comfortable with this and enjoy it like I enjoy it.”

I looked around.

“I have a key to the trainer’s room. Get your things.”

Okay. I’ll do this. I got my towel and we walked between the lockers to the trainer’s room. It was warm and there was a padded bench. I sat on it. Was he going to fuck me here? Is that what he wanted?

He pulled me to my feet and we embraced. I was getting hard again, shaking with excitement. I had never felt another hairy chest on mine. I liked it. We kissed. Stubble again. But I was beginning to like it. His arms were wrapped around me and his hands were on my ass. I had my bad arm up as if in a sling and it was between us.

“Just feel. Try out the feelings.” He was kissing me, holding my face with his hands and it felt a little weird to let go and let a man hold me that way. I slid a hand down to his ass, cupping a nice cheek. I was liking it.

He was hard as a rock, his cock was about as big as mine, helmet head all pink. I wanted to taste it. I sat down and pulled him toward me. I took him in my mouth, soft, warm, spongy. I held his balls in my hand and licked up one side and down the other. He was leaking a little and and I pushed my tongue into the slippery slit.

I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him and started stroking him with my good hand. His hands in my hair, fingers on my scalp, rubbing. I had only one good hand, but let go of his cock to slip my hand back and play with his crack, finding his anus which drove his cock deep into my throat. I pushed a finger against his anus and he responded by fucking my mouth. We slipped into a rhythm and I wanted his cum. He started to breath harder and I pushed deeper into his anus. His eruption happened when he was not çayırova escort deep in my mouth and I managed to ride him back and catch it. I pulled my finger from his anus and grabbed his cock, milking his cock and keeping him from making me gag. I swallowed without thinking about it. Sort of sweet, sort of bitter. Need to try this again.

I looked up at him. Did I do a good job with my first blow job? His eyes were closed.

“Oh, god! Oh, God!” I guess I did okay, but my jaw as a little sore. He pulled me up and kissed me deeply, tongue in my mouth.

“Can we lay down here for a minute?” The trainer’s table was about the size of a twin bed and he lay on his side, pulling me onto my back. He put a leg over my legs, cock against my thigh, arm across my chest.

We didn’t talk for a bit and then we started to talk more. I told him about me. I told him that he had been exactly right. He was playing with my cock, not wanting to let go. We talked about our lives. He was the kind of guy I would want as a friend, but I would never have done this with a friend. We talked for about an hour. He didn’t know until after jerking me off that I had never been with a man. He only approached me because he thought that I was open to an approach.

It was getting late. How to say good bye? We got dressed.

“Want to get a bite to eat?” Okay, we’ll say good bye later.

Well, later was very much later. We went to his place and I knew exactly what I wanted. We walked in the door and I turned to him. He undressed me and I was naked in front of him. I was on my knees, taking him in my mouth again, making him hard, wanting him to fuck my mouth and he led to his bedroom.

I got on the bed, feeling like a sacrifice and he pushed my legs up. He started with my cock, then my balls, his dancing tongue down to my ass. The tip of his tongue on my ass made me spread my legs and open to him. The tip of his tongue traced around and then dipped in, and I stained to meet him. But his tongue teased me and all I could do is almost pant with desire to be penetrated.

He lubed me up. I was scared, knowing it would hurt. He stretched me with one finger, two fingers, then pushed his cock against me. When he was tonguing me, all I could think was “yes, fuck me, fuck me” I opened to him and wanted him inside me. Now he was. His cock head pushed in and it hurt but he paused and when I told him to start again, he push ever so gradually into me, filling me, more pressure than I had ever felt before. I wanted him to cum in me. He was wearing a condom, but I wanted to feel his surge, his thrust, his spasms.

He pulled out a little and then back in, my legs in the air, a slut giving everything to him. He rocked easily into me, his balls against my ass and then the hair around his cock grinding into my anus, hard. I wanted more, more fucking.

I must have said that because he picked up the pace, long slow strokes turned into hard pounding fucks, his thighs against mine.

Then my ass was empty and he was pulling me toward the edge of the bed and he was standing on the floor. I knew what he was going to do. He pushed into me with one motion, one hard fuck, all the way in and I wanted to cum right then and there. Cum! Cum! I was being turned inside out. But I couldn’t cum. He started fucking me in earnest and I tried to fuck back, pulling him into me. I wasn’t hard, I couldn’t cum.

He started to breath hard and I felt his hand on my cock. I was hard to his touch and he was stroking me. He was holding off while getting me closer. He was stroking more slowly, each grinding stroke was hitting bottom on me, across my throbbing prostate. I was thrashing on the bed, groaning for release, begging for relief.

“Argh!” I started to cum, the orgasm ripped from my body by his stroking hand and pounding cock. My anus spasmed, grabbing him tightly and he fucked into me deep and hard, cumming on the stroke. My cum was splashing high on my chest as he was an animal, pulling out and pounding in again, making me a fucktoy of his needs.

“God!”, one last deep spasm ending fuck deep into my bowels and he was spent. I was light headed, not knowing what to do next. My anus clenched him, sore, but satisifed.

“Oh, you bastard, don’t tease me. I can’t fuck any more!” I wasn’t teasing him on purpose, it was just my body. I couldn’t help it and squeezed him again. He yelped and pushed me back on the bed and crawled on top of me, staying inside me somehow and I wrapped my legs and arm around him. He kissed me deeply. He kissed my eyes, my neck. I wanted to stay like that for a long time. But he slipped out.

“Want to shower?” We showered again, him washing my body gently, my abused ass tenderly. I stroked his cock and would have taken him in my mouth again but he told me it would take too long to orgasm so we didn’t.

But we did the next morning.

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Nile woke, realizing he had fallen asleep. He had not meant to. He felt a sense of relief upon seeing Arden still laying beside him. The vampire was asleep as well. Nile looked at the clock. Still a few hours before Arden would awake and leave, going to wherever he spent the daylight. He gazed at the vampire lying there on his stomach, his face turned toward Nile. His lips were parted just enough to show a hint of fangs. The sheets were pushed down, barely covering his ass, and one leg was sticking out. His arms were spread upward, one underneath the pillow the other out beside it. Nile admired the pale skin and rippling muscles of the vampire’s body. He looked so beautiful in his sweet repose. Almost vulnerable. But that was a deception. Nile knew the vampire’s strength and power. Just hours ago Arden had arrived and without a word of greeting attacked Nile with a passionate kiss. That led to Nile being shoved into the bed, head down and ass in the air. He felt a stir of longing in his loins.

Nile smiled. He loved their nights together. The vampire came to visit as often as he could manage, which was more and more often as of late. The Agency had no clue where he was and there was a safe hidden entrance to the underground nearby that led him to whatever he went during the day. It was still a strange situation, but it seemed to be working quite well for them both. The past few months had been the best of Nile’s life.

A smile played at Nile’s lips and he felt a blush come to his cheeks. He felt a strange excitement at watching Arden sleep. The powerful vampire lying still and oblivious. Nile could take his time gazing at every inch of his lover’s beautiful form. He reached over, unable to resist the urge to touch the soft sweet skin. Just a gentle caress down his lover’s back. He paused as Arden shifted slightly and smiled in his sleep. Nile traced the vampire’s spine with his finger all the way down to the small of the back. He brushed the sheets down, exposing his lover’s beautiful firm ass. He splayed his finger and gently caressed both cheeks, a shiver of excitement coursing through his body. His cock was getting hard.

It occurred to Nile that out of all the times they had been together, Arden had always been the dominant one. Nile didn’t mind at all, he loved it when the powerful vampire took control. He loved giving himself over to Arden and being at his mercy. But he wondered what it would be like, just once, if the tables were turned. Could he be as dominant and delightfully rough with the vampire? Probably not. That wasn’t Nile’s style. No. But he could take control in his own way. He bit his lip, staring at the vampire. He had a hell of an erection and the sight and feel of Arden just lying there beside him was maddening.

Nile’s heart was pounding. He was somewhat scared that he would startle the vampire. If that happened, Arden might accidentally hurt him. But if it didn’t, if this worked, well it could turn out very nice for them both. So he took a chance and climbed over the vampire, straddling himself over Arden’s legs. He lowered himself down over Arden’s back, his cock pressed against the vampire’s ass. He kissed Arden’s neck. No response. He ran a hand down Arden’s side, caressing him. He kissed Arden’s neck again, then nibbled his ear. The vampire smiled. His eyes opened and he turned his gaze up to Nile.

“What in hell are you doing?” Arden said with a smirk.

Nile blushed, a grin spreading across his face. He sat up, straddling Arden. “Sorry…you just looked so beautiful.”

Arden’s smirk deepened and his blue eyes were shining. “Yeah?”

Nile smiled down at him. He moved to crawl off the vampire and Arden grabbed his arm with a gentle grip. The blue eyes looked disappointed.

“Where are you going?” Arden asked.

Nile smiled. “Giving you room to turn over.”

Arden smiled back at him. “Okay.” The vampire turned over, laying on his back and looking up at Nile with curiosity.

Nile positioned himself over the vampire again. Arden embraced him, pulling him close. Their lips met in a gentle kiss. “You don’t mind me waking you up?” Nile whispered.

“Mind? I never meant to fall asleep,” Arden said, his cocky smirk returning. “And I rather enjoyed being awakened that way.” He reached down, gently taking Nile’s erection into his hand. “So what are you up to? Because you’re definitely up to something.”

Nile gasped at the vampire’s touch. He smiled and kissed Arden again. “I…want to try something new.”

Arden raised a brow and gave a curious smile. “Yeah? What’d you have in mind?”

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Arden’s eyes widened and a blush came to his cheeks. “My sweet little human wants to take control?”

“Yes,” Nile said, kissing Arden’s lips.

Arden smiled, his blue eyes shining up at Nile. “This should be interesting.”

Nile kissed Arden’s lips, chin, neck, and worked his way down the vampire’s body. He closed his lips over a taunt nipple and Arden gave a gasp. Nile gently sucked and nibbled as he ran his hands up and down Arden’s body. Nile moved from the nipple, giving it one last playful bite. He moved down the vampire’s stomach kissing and teasing the skin with his tongue. He kissed Arden’s hip and moved down to his inner thigh.

“Goddammit, you’re a tease,” Arden said, breathless.

Nile gave a small laugh. He nuzzled into Arden’s inner thigh, enjoying the heat of his body and the sweet smell of him. He was so close to his cock, his testicles, and his sweet tight hole. But he focused on the sensitive part of the thigh just below the groin, kissing, nibbling, and teasing the skin with his tongue. Arden squirmed and whimpered beneath him. Nile raised up, indulging himself in the view. Arden had tiny beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. His cheeks were flushed and he was breathing hard. His cock had a raging erection and he was stroking himself.

Nile placed his hand on Arden’s, interrupting his strokes. Arden looked up with a mixed expression of frustration and curiosity. He allowed Nile to move his hand away. Nile moved up and kissed the head of Arden’s cock. The vampire quivered and moaned. Nile worked his way down the shaft with kisses and licks. He cupped the testicles, caressing them. Nile closed his lips around Arden’s cock and took him in, sucking hard in a steady slow motion.

“Fuck!” Arden said with a shiver. “Oh, God, Nile…” He placed his hands on Nile’s head, gripping his hair.

Nile moved his head up and down, caressing Arden’s head and shaft with his tongue. He took his time, giving it all he had, passion swelling in his heart. His own cock throbbing and begging for pleasure, but it was not time for that yet. Right now, he wanted to show Arden everything he was feeling.

“Oh God, Nile, I’m getting close…” Arden said.

Nile gently slid his mouth off of Arden’s cock and then slowly raised up to look at him. The vampire was breathing heavy, covered in a light layer of shimmering sweat. His face was red with passion. His blue eyes begging.

Nile positioned himself between Arden’s legs. His own cock was throbbing with hot desire. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself. He spread Arden’s legs and reached down to run a finger along his sweet entrance. Arden shuddered. The vampire was fighting himself, reaching down toward his erection, but hesitantly bringing his hands back up to his own chest. Finally, he gripped the sheets in frustration. Nile pushed a finger into his lover and Arden moaned beneath him.

“Oh God, Nile, I can’t take this,” Arden whispered. “Please, just fuck me.”

“Gotta get you ready,” Nile said, shoving his finger in and out.

“Goddammit, I’m a vampire, I can take it, now fuck me!” Arden begged.

Nile chuckled as he pulled his finger out and grabbed his cock. He lined it up to the vampire and gently pushed in. Arden moaned.

“Please, all the way,” Arden said. “I fucking need you.”

Nile thrust himself as deep as he could go, gasping at the warm, wet feel of his lover’s body around him. He was dizzy. He wanted to lose it right then and come, but it wasn’t time. He had to do this right. He took a deep breath. He settled into a slow deep rhythm. Then he leaned down over the vampire, their bodies close, Arden’s hard cock between them, caught in the motion. The vampire held Nile close, his fingernails digging into the sweet soft skin of his back. He reached up with one hand and grabbed the back of Nile’s head, pulling him in for a kiss. Their lips met in hunger, their tongues entwined. When they pulled away, Nile gave Arden’s lips a teasing lick. Arden pulled him in for another deep kiss. Their lips parted again and Arden’s blue eyes stared up at Nile in sweet, agonizing desire. Nile almost lost control.

Nile was still thrusting in a sweet deep motion. Taking his time, reveling in this new intimate feel of Arden’s body clenching around him. He reached up and caressed the vampire’s cheek. It was a sweet reverent gesture. Arden gazed at him with adoration and turned his lips to kiss Nile’s hand. Nile reached up to stroke the vampire’s soft hair. Nile bulancak escort leaned in for another kiss on Arden’s lips and then his cheek and neck just below the ear. He kissed the earlobe, tugging gently with his teeth. He whispered in the vampire’s ear. “You’re so beautiful.”

Arden shuddered beneath him. “Oh God, Nile…”

Nile raised up just enough to see the ache in Arden’s eyes. “I mean it, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You’re beautiful,” Arden whispered. “So sweet, so innocent…”

Nile thrust a little harder and faster now. He knew he couldn’t last much longer. He was overcome with powerful emotions. This was not just about sex. It hadn’t been from the moment he had awakened and began to caress the vampire’s skin. This was so much more. His confession was at the tip of his tongue, but no…no not yet…it didn’t seem right to blurt it out in a moment of passion. He was showing his feelings right now. He would confess them later.

“I’m about to lose it,” Arden said, his entire body shaking with need.

Nile kissed Arden and then thrust into him with deeper strokes, concentrating on hitting that sweet spot with greater intensity. Arden’s muscles clenched tighter around him. The vampire’s nails dug into his back. Arden was close. The vampire was quivering all over, moaning, his eyes staring at Nile with longing agony. The vampire cried out, his back arched, nails scratching down Nile’s back. Hot white ribbons spilled from Arden’s cock, covering them both, bonding them in sticky sweet passion.

That was all Nile could take. He gushed inside Arden, giving the vampire everything, his seed, his heart, his soul. He cried out and let the vampire pull him closer. The stared into each other’s eyes in breathless surrender.

“Fuck,” Arden said. “That was…my God, Nile…”

Nile smiled. “Thank you.”

Arden looked at Nile, who was still deep inside him, and reached up to caress his hair. “Nile?”

“Yeah?” Nile said, smiling down.

“I love you too,” Arden said with a sweet smile.

Nile froze, his eyes wide. “How did…”

“How did I know?” Arden said. “You just made love to me. I’ve never been…worshiped like that.”

Nile blushed as he smiled. “You…love me?”

“I have since the moment I first tasted your blood,” Arden whispered. “I was just…scared to express it all. Hell, I was confused. I’ve never loved anyone before…not like this.”

Nile gently withdrew from Arden and laid down beside him. He gazed at the vampire, a smile on his face. “I’ve never been this happy before.”

Arden snuggled against Nile. “Neither have I.”

They lay there for several minutes, reveling in the sweet afterglow. Then Nile let out a sigh. “I don’t want you to leave. I wish you could stay here during the day.”

“I know,” Arden said. “I hate it when we’re apart.”

“I wish…things were different,” Nile said.

“Me too,” Arden said. “I wish you really could change the world. With all your innocent naive enthusiasm.”

Nile chuckled. “It was foolish wasn’t it? For me to even believe that it was possible.”

Arden raised a brow. “Foolish? No…I mean, I used to think so, but…I don’t think it’s a foolish dream. It’s a good dream. I only fear that it’s just a dream.”

Nile was about to respond when there was a loud noise. It took a moment for him to realize it was someone knocking at the front door. He gave Arden a fearful look. “Who the hell would be at my door at this hour?”

Arden’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know…”

Nile got up and threw on his robe. “Hide yourself.”

“I’ll be watching,” Arden said, getting up and slipping his pants on.

Nile took his time getting to the door. He looked through the peephole, shut his eyes tight and then looked again. Yep. Still there. He had seen exactly what he had thought. Everett holding a half empty bottle of whiskey.

“The fuck?” Nile muttered. He opened the door. “Everett? What the hell are you doing here?”

Everett reeked of whiskey. He was disheveled and unsteady on his feet. “Nile…I gotta talk to you…”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Nile said again.

Everett pushed his way in, taking a drink. He looked around. “Place looks nice.”

“Do I have to ask again what the hell you’re doing here?” Nile said, crossing his arms.

Everett looked at Nile and a smile came to his lips. He looked him up and down. “You look hot in that robe, Love.”

“Love?” Nile said, raising a brow. “Everett…get the fuck out of here and go back home to bulanık escort Renaldo.”

Everett sighed. “He left me.”

Nile was stunned. “Um…well, I’m sorry to hear that, but…this is not where you should be. You’re drunk. Go home.”

Everett took another drink. “No…you gotta hear what I have to say…”

“Oh for God’s sake, do I have to call Agents to get you out of here?” Nile asked.

“Just…listen,” Everett said, waving a hand in frustration. “I fucked up, Nile. I never should’ve left you…I just got scared. And I thought I wanted Renaldo so I rushed off and married him, but it fell apart. It all fucking fell apart.” Angry tears were in his eyes. “And ever since I saw you in that club, I’ve been missing you so much more. And don’t give me that bullshit about a fiance. There’s no hematologist named Arden at St. Francis. Hell, there’s no male hematologists, the only ones there are women. I know you made it up.”

“Everett, you should go home,” Nile said. “Sleep this off. We can talk tomorrow after you sober up, okay?”

“No,” Everett said, his eyes narrowing. “I’m fucking sick of holding back.” He stepped closer to Nile, right in front of him, inches away from his face.

“Everett…what are you doing?” Nile said, backing away only to run against the wall.

“I love you,” Everett said, the smell of whiskey unbearable. “I miss you. Don’t you miss me?”

“Everett, please leave,” Nile said, trying to mask his growing fear.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had,” Everett said, reaching up to caress Nile’s face.

Nile batted his hand away. “Stop it!”

Everett paused, his expression going from bewilderment to hurt to anger. He took a drink of his whiskey. “What the hell’s your problem? There was a time when you were begging me to come back to you.”

“That was a long time ago,” Nile said. “And I’ve met someone else.”

Everett smirked. “Bullshit.”

“I’m in love with someone else,” Nile said. “So please, just leave.”

“Yeah? Where is he then?” Everett asked. He reached down and pulled Nile’s robe string.

The moment the robe fell open, Everett was jerked backwards. His whiskey bottle fell with a thud on the carpet, the brown liquid spilling out. Arden had Everett from behind, one arm around his chest and the other on his head, exposing his throat.

“Fucking hell!” Everett shouted, struggling to get away from his attacker. “Who the fuck are you!”

“You don’t fucking mess with my love,” Arden growled. His fangs plunged into Everett’s throat and Everett screamed.

Nile stood in shock, his robe still open. Blood was spilling out of Everett’s throat in red ribbons. Everett struggled and the flesh tore. Arden latched on hard and was slurping the blood as he growled. Everett was still screaming.

“Stop!” Nile shouted. “You’ll kill him, Arden! Stop!”

Arden’s eyes were full of pure hunger. He appeared not to even hear Nile’s cries. He kept drinking and Everett kept screaming. Everett’s face turned very pale and his screams began to subside. His eyes were still wide with terror.

“Stop!” Nile said, rushing over to Arden, trying to pull the vampire away. But it was no use. Arden was too strong and didn’t even seem to notice Nile.

Everett collapsed in Arden’s arms. Arden tore away from Everett’s throat, his face covered in blood. He licked his lips and there was a terrifying glaze to his eyes. Nile backed away. Everett fell from Arden’s arms into a lifeless heap on the floor. Nile looked at the wide open dead eyes and the blood and began to retch.

Arden’s eyes blinked and he shook his head. He looked at Nile puzzled. Nile backed away, falling down as he tried to get away from the vampire. He was retching. Arden was confused and started to reach out to Nile and then he saw Everett on the floor and the realization hit him.

“What have you done?!” Nile screamed.

“I…I was protecting you,” Arden said. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to kill him…I lost control. Oh God, Nile, I’m sorry. The blood lust…”

The vampire tried to wipe the blood from his face, he stepped toward Nile and Nile cowered away, vomiting on the floor.

“Don’t, please…” Nile whimpered.

“Don’t be afraid of me,” Arden said, tears streaming down from his blue eyes. “I’d never hurt you. I love you, Nile. Please don’t be afraid…please forgive me…”

The door burst open. There was shouting. Arden fell to his knees, convulsing from the tasers. The Agents put him in shackles. He didn’t fight them, he just stared at Nile with scared blue eyes.

An Agent had hauled Nile to his feet. He was talking, saying something about neighbors having heard shouts and screams. Asking who the dead man was, how the vampire had gotten in, if Nile was hurt, what had happened? Nile didn’t hear any of it. He watched Arden being dragged away. Their eyes locked on each other in agonizing silence.

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Almost 20, I had finally come to grips with what I was. Gay. That was not as accepted a few decades ago as it is now, nor was it as open, but I had surely no problem in finding partners back in the early 1970’s. All I had to do was stand still for a minute.

*

Chapter One: Innocence Lost

What was so appealing about me back then? I was not overly handsome, but my fashionable-at-the-time long brown hair looked good on me. I had a trim and fit body, and after I stopped lifting weights, my 5’10” 175 pound frame was not imposing at all.

The thing that I did have going for me back then was my boyish, innocent look. I looked to be barely in my teens despite being old enough to vote and drink in my state, and it didn’t take long for me to figure out that this was what made me attractive to many older men.

This look was accentuated by my stunted growth in all areas sexual. My body hair was virtually non-existent, and my genitals looked practically untouched by puberty either. While this lack of development was the source of a world of humiliation throughout my teenage years, I had come to grips with the fact that this was the way it was going to be.

I determined that it was a senseless waste of time to pout about having a tiny dick; not when there were others with real handicaps and obstacles they had to deal with. In the grand scope of things, a skinny 4″ penis wasn’t the end of the world. Besides, it worked as well or better than most men’s.

After I had determined that there were a lot of guys who found me quite desirable, and their interest – or lust in many cases – became a turn-on for me as well. I began to play up my shy and innocent side, which wasn’t all that tough to do. Basically, I really was shy, even if my innocence was a thing of the past.

Chapter Two: Pickup game.

I was at a basketball court which was part of a playground near where I lived, just shooting hoops to pass the time on a warm spring day, when I saw a middle-aged man approach me.

He was wearing a gray tank top and matching shorts, and when I acknowledged his presence he introduced himself and asked if he could join me.

“Sure,” I said, shaking the hand that was offered. “My name’s Tim.”

“Nice to meet you Timmy,” Adam said, and we began taking turns shooting.

That evolved into a one-on-one game, which started out friendly, but became more competitive as it went on. We were leaning and grinding into each other as we drove to the hoop and bumped as we fought for rebounds.

A good clean game with a lot of contact, and as we neared the 21 needed for one of us to win, I had finally determined something I had suspected. Adam was gay.

Nothing he did or said, but more of a general feeling that I had. Picking up on that was a trait that I had somehow acquired as of late, and I was rarely wrong. Maybe it was something about the way he looked at me and the way he leaned his body into me as he backed in to the hoop. Perhaps it was the way he didn’t shy away from our profusely-sweating bodies making contact, but more or less trying to initiate it.

Either way, I didn’t mind it, and did my best to make it easy for him. He had a lot of traits that I liked; he was about twice my age and was rather aggressive. He was about 6′ tall and maybe 180 pounds, and he had a real hairy body as well. When I finally won the game with a reverse lay-up; a shot that Adam tried so desperately to stop that his efforts sent me skidding to the asphalt, my suspicions grew.

“Great shot, Timmy!” Adam said, reaching down and helping me to my feet. “Didn’t mean that foul.”

“No problem,” I said, my only injury a slight scrape on my knee, which did not escape Adam’s attention.

“Ow! That looks like it must sting,” he noted, and although I told him it was fine, he insisted.

“Look, I live right over there,” Adam said, pointing toward a house on the other side of the fence near the school. “Come home with me and I’ll fix you up. You could go for a soda about now I’ll bet. Unless you’ve got places to go – people to see.

“No, I don’t have any plans.”

Chapter Three: Adam’s place.

Adam’s house was a nice split level with a deck that looked out at the schoolyard. He brought me out onto the deck while he went back inside, and then returned with a little first aid kit.

“Sit down and let me get this scrape cleaned up,” Adam said, directing me to a chair while he knelt in front of me.

I noticed a pair of binoculars sitting on the shelf of the gas grill, and that made me wonder whether he had been watching me with them. That thought turned me on in a strange way – being checked out like that.

“This doesn’t look too bad,” Adam said. “This might sting a little.”

The scrape was nothing, and that was something I had already known, figuring correctly that it was an excuse to get me over to his place. I made a little sound as Adam applied the disinfectant to the abrasion, even though I hardly felt it, and he apologized while continuing the first aid.

He was doing the most through bergama escort job of cleaning a scrape in the history of medicine, I thought to myself while watching him gingerly dab at my knee. He was holding my calf with his other hand, and I felt his fingers stroking the fine down on the inside of my calf, which was the extent of my leg hair.

I felt myself get hard from this subtle touching, and as I looked down at Adam, I took inventory of the guy who I figured to be making an effort to get in my pants pretty soon.

Probably in his 40’s, I figured, and married too, judging by the pictures of a middle aged woman and young daughter that we had passed on the way outside. His hair was thinning on top, but he had plenty to spare on his upper torso, as all of the skin that his tank top exposed was covered with an abundance of dark brown hair.

“Probably better to leave it uncovered and let it get air,” Adam suggested. “It might heal better that way.”

I nodded in agreement, fidgeting as the man held onto my leg.

“Boy, no wonder you were out jumping me,” Adam said, both of his hands now on my calf. “You’ve got really strong legs.”

I tried to look nervous as Adam’s hands kneaded the backs of my calves, and I saw that his eyes, first focused on my face for my reaction, were now occupied elsewhere. Specifically, at the crotch of my shorts, where the head of my dick was straining at the fabric of my shorts like a little tent pole.

I pretended to be embarrassed, bringing my hands down over the bulge to cover up the area a little, but not so much as to completely block Adam’s view.

My modesty caused a tiny smile to form at the corners of Adam’s mouth, and he proceeded to work my calf muscles with even more enthusiasm.

“Feel good?” he asked, trying to look through my hands for the answer.

“Uh – I guess.”

“Too bad my wife is out of town,” Adam mused. “After a workout like we just had, my body is really aching, and she gives the best massages in the world. You ever have a girl give you a massage, Timmy?”

“Uh – no.”

“Or a man?” he asked, and I made my body spasm slightly after he spoke.

“Uh – what time is it?” I asked with a quivering voice.

“Early,” Adam assured me. “You aren’t afraid off me, are you Timmy?”

“No,” I said. “It’s just that…”

“Well, why don’t you stick around and spend the rest of the day with me?” Adam asked. “We can cook burgers if you’re hungry.”

Adam looked so desperate that I felt a little guilty in stringing him along, but it added so much to the excitement that I couldn’t help myself.

“I dunno,” I answered. “My Mom will wonder where I am.”

“Call her,” Adam said, scrambling to his feet and helping me up. “Call her and tell her that you’re at a friend’s house. You are, of course.”

Chapter Four: Phone home.

“Hi Mom,” I said into the phone, while on the other end the mechanical voice gave the time and temperature. “Uh – I’m going to be at friend’s house for a little while. What? Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m going to eat here. Adam. I’m at Adam’s house. No, you haven’t met him. He’s in my gym class. Okay. Bye.”

“Good!” Adam said excitedly after I hung up. “I’m really glad to have you stick around with me. Kinda lonely here without my wife here. That was good what you said about us being in a class at school together.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know what she would have said if I told her I was at a place with a stranger.”

“Of course, we aren’t strangers, not anymore,” Adam reminded me. “What grade are you in, anyway Timmy?”

“I’m a sophomore,” I informed Adam, which was true, having started my second year at Union College a month earlier.

“I promised you a drink,” Adam said, opening the refrigerator. “Coke or 7 UP?”

“Coke is fine.”

Adam gave me a soda and leaned up against the counter next to me. I was self-conscious about being in my sweaty and dirty T-shirt and apologized for it.

“Take it off,” Adam suggested. “We’re about the same size, and I’ve got a whole bunch of t-shirts I never wear anymore. I’ll get you one.”

I shrugged and pulled it off, happy to be rid of the damp garment, even though I was pretty sure of the reason he suggested that.

Adam left the kitchen, and after a minute he called out to me. I wandered around the corner and met him in the living room. He had something in his hand, but it wasn’t a shirt. He also had shed his tank top, and motioned me over to the couch.

“Sit down Timmy,” Adam directed, and sat next to him on the couch.

In response he moved right up next to me, the hairs on his leg tickling as they grazed my skin.

“I found these while I was looking for a shirt,” he explained. “A young stud like you might appreciate this kind of thing. What do you think of this?”

Adam handed me a Polaroid, which showed a slender woman naked to the waist. She had large pendulous breasts and was posing for the snapshot with a bottle of beer in her hand.

“Well?”

“She’s real pretty,” biga escort I commented, and I realized that the woman in the snapshot was the same woman posed with Adam in the photos around the house. “Is that your wife?”

“Yeah, that’s from a few years ago – more like a dozen or so,” Adam said proudly. “Quite the rack on her, huh?”

Adam proceeded to show me photographs, one at a time, and each one more graphic than the one before. Now there was one with his wife riding on top of somebody I guessed to be him, judging by the hirsute torso.

“How did you take these pictures?” I asked.

“The guy who was with us took them,” Adam explained. “That was back when we were swingers – you know – threesomes and swapping?”

“Wow!” I exclaimed.

“Of course, with all the stuff you kids do now, this probably seems really tame. You know, with all the hippie stuff and free love?”

I shrugged my shoulders, confessing that I wasn’t reaping any of the benefits of the so-called promiscuous times we were living in.

“You mean you’re still a virgin?” Adam asked, and I nodded.

The next picture showed Adam’s wife looking up at Adam, who was looking down on her licking the head of his cock. His cock was not overly exceptional in terms of size – probably just a bit longer than thicker than the norm, but that still put him miles ahead of me in that department.

“Gee, is that you?” I asked, looking over at Adam and then at the picture.

“Pretty lucky guy, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said with awe in my voice. “You’ve got a big dick.”

Chapter Five: Picture time is over.

“Oh,” Adam said, momentarily stunned at my comment. “Not really. Maybe it’s the camera angle or something.”

The next picture showed his wife with half of his cock in her mouth, and I squirmed in response to the picture, and to Adam’s hand, with was on my bare thigh.

“Boy Timmy, if my wife were here and got a look at you, you wouldn’t be a virgin much longer,” Adam assured me, handing me the rest of the pictures. “Wouldn’t you like to lose your virginity to somebody like that?”

“I sure would.”

“She would go crazy over you,” he continued as his hand went to my bare shoulder. “She’s always complaining about me, and how hairy I am. Says it feels all scratchy to her.”

It worked for me, I thought to myself, while trying to concentrate on looking at the picture in my hand, which was a picture of his wife with another cock in her mouth, but not Adam’s.

“But you, on the other hand, Timmy,” Adam said, his hand running over my chest. “You, she’d go crazy over. Your body is so smooth. You’re virtually hairless.”

The back of his hand nudged my arm backwards, and his fingers briefly tweaked at the tiny nest of hairs under my arm before letting his hand slide down my body, and effortlessly worked his hand into my shorts.

“Hardly any hair down here either,” he loudly hissed, his hand having slipped under the elastic of my shorts and was now stroking the extremely modest tuft of hair that grew above my dick.

“Don’t be scared Timmy,” Adam said as his hand found my dick.

For my part, I squirmed and pretended to look around for a means of escape, my eyes bulging as wide as I could manage.

“You like it, Timmy,” Adam said after I started to protest. “Look at the next picture. No – the next one.”

Adam’s fingers massaged the base of my dick while I fumbled with the photos, finally coming up to the one he wanted to see. The one of Adam. He had a fuller scalp back then, but the main focus of the shot was that of the cock Adam was inhaling, while the owner of that tool was busy gobbling Adam’s.

“Looks like fun, doesn’t it?” Adam asked, and when I shook my head he let out a little laugh.

“C’mon Timmy. I saw how you got excited when I was rubbing your legs before, and now look how hard you are. Your penis is so hard it could cut glass. You want me to do that to you, don’t you? You’d like me to put your dick in my mouth, wouldn’t you? Imagine what that would feel like.”

His other hand grabbed mine, pulling it down to his crotch and onto the bulge, squeezing my hand into it.

“I’m excited too, see?” Adam told me, and now was working my shorts down my thighs.

“Knew you didn’t have anything underneath,” Adam said, leering as he slowly shook his head while he looked down at my genitals, now fully exposed. “What a perfect little man you are.”

“Enough pictures,” Adam announced, jumping up off the couch and pulling me to my feet. “Let’s get more comfortable.

So with me being led by the hand, my shorts sliding further down my legs with each restricted step, I was brought into his bedroom.

Chapter Six: Adam’s bedroom.

Adam brought me into a bedroom that was obviously decorated with a woman’s touch, and after he pulled down the comforter and say me in the bed, he lifted my legs to get my shorts off, and then undid my sneakers before coaxing my socks off.

Standing in front of me, he kicked off his own socks and stood there, bornova escort waiting for me to pull down his shorts. When I didn’t, he brought my hands up to the elastic. I looked at him with a look that tried to convey the fact that I was shy and afraid.

“Go ahead, Timmy.”

As slowly as I could, I tugged down the grey shorts, exposing the thick bush that surrounded his unit, before his cock came into view. Brown and rather thick, I revealed his manhood with an excruciating slowness, as Adam shifted his weight from side to side.

When the shorts had been brought down far enough, his erect member swung upward and toward my face. I feigned shock at his cock bouncing in front of my face, and turned my head as if I was trying not to look at it.

Smiling, Adam eased me onto my back and climbed in bed next to me, his hand finding my stiff stem which was pointing toward the ceiling.

“Nothing to be scared about,” Adam said in a reassuring voice, and I noted his rapid breathing and the lust in his eyes as he sensed my fear. “Reach over and grab mine.”

I shook my head no, and bit my lower lip and I tried to not the cum, since Adam’s fingers were squeezing my dick as he pulled on it.

“You must have done this with one of your friends at some point,” Adam suggested. “We all do that sort of thing at least once. Haven’t you?”

“Once,” I confessed. “Me and my friend Paul did – you know.”

“Jerked each other off?” Adam asked, and when I nodded, he asked me whether I had liked that.

“Yeah.”

“Did you like jerking him off?”

“Well – sort of.”

“Then just reach down and hold mine,” Adam said, and when I did, feeling his hot and throbbing cock as I gripped it in my fist, he let out a groan of relief.

“Oh, that’s it,” Adam exclaimed, moving his hips as I held him. “Am I built like your friend Paul?”

I looked over at the stiff cock in my hand and shook my head.

“No,” I said solemnly. “Paul’s dick was big, but yours is even bigger.”

This excited Adam, who began thrusting back and forth into my fist while trying to get a good grip on my dick. He was having a problem figuring out how best to do it, since when he wrapped his fist around mine it all but disappeared.

Finally settling on stroking it with his thumb and index finger, his tempo quickened, which caused my orgasm to rush up on me. When I groaned and started spurting all over my chest and stomach, it seemed to startle Adam, but he recovered enough to allow me to cover my chest and stomach with a copious load.

“Wow!” Adam exclaimed as he continued to tug on my now-withered dick, coaxing every drop of seed out of me. “You must have been really horny to cum so fast. You liked that, didn’t you Timmy? Better than doing it to yourself?”

“I guess,” I answered quietly.

“Now how about taking care of me?”

Chapter Seven: Taking care of Adam.

I got on my knees next to Adam on the bed, while he rolled over onto his back. His cock was still hard and now rested on his stomach, waiting for my attention. Adam had his hands linked behind his head, watching me with interest. As I knelt there, I felt the semen start to dribble down my chest, and looked around for something to wipe myself off with.

“Do me a favor and let it stay there,” Adam said, after I made him aware of my what I was looking for. “You look so incredible like this. Never saw anybody pop a load like that before. You must have been storing that up for quite a while.”

I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at Adam’s body and the cock he was expecting me to service. Reaching my hand down, I let my finger slide up the length of his turgid member, causing him to squirm and smile.

“Going to tease me, Timmy?” he asked. “That’s good. I like that.”

“Can I – I mean – would it be alright if I touched you in other places first?” I asked.

“Other places?” Adam replied, confused by my question. “Sure. You can touch me anywhere you want.”

Acting tentatively, I put my hand on Adam’s ankle and ran my hand up his legs, reveling in the touch of the thick coarse hair that covered just about every inch of him except his feet and hands.

As I did this, I looked up to Adam for approval, with an expression on my face that suggested I was doing something naughty. His expression was that of a cat being petted, and he practically purred as I did the same thing to his other leg.

“Oh, that feels so nice,” Adam said, exhaling contentedly after I had rubbed his legs a few more times before moving up his thighs and around his cock to his stomach.

I noticed that his cock had begun to twitch while my hands moved over him, and now that I was raking the thick, rich pelt that coated his upper torso, a tiny pearl of cum had formed on the tip of his glans.

My fingers combed the mat of hair, and I delighted in the way they seemed to disappear in the dense growth, and Adam seemed to agree, as his body coiled and writhed under my touch.

Letting my hands slid over to his armpits, I did the same to his underarm hair, which was only distinguishable by the fact that the fur grew even denser there than on the rest of him. His armpit hair was so profuse that I had trouble getting my fingers through it, and had to resort to pulling on the moist tufts, which stirred the musky and manly scent up to me.

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Now that the implications of this unplanned sojourn were fully understood, it was younger man who took control of the situation. This was natural, considering that Alex had little sexual experience with men and didn’t know what to do.

“Let’s take it slow,” said Rob, smiling. “You have a lot of catching up to do, but we have all night.”

Alex felt that he was completely at Rob’s mercy now. And as pliable as putty.

With little fuss Rob removed his socks and pushed Alex toward the side of the bed. When Alex sat, Rob pushed his briefs over his hips. He didn’t mind showing off his body. His penis sprang out from between his legs, long and beautiful, with a nicely shaped circumcised head. He had a small bush of dark pubic hair, almost black, which he kept trimmed, and an impressively large set of balls hanging down between his thighs like a pair of goose eggs. He was a bit of a tease and decided to put on a little show for Alex.

“Here’s my dick, man. It’s all yours if you want it.”

Alex couldn’t take his eyes from the lower half of Rob’s body.

“I bet you used to watch the boys in the locker room at school, right? I bet you liked to see their dicks. Well here’s a nice dick for you.” Rob pushed the front of his body forward, letting his penis bob up and down, and he teased Alex by emphasizing the word dick every time he said it.

Alex couldn’t remember ever seeing another man’s erection balçova escort before and stared at Rob’s. It had a slight upward curve and the dusky head was very large, with a deeply indented slit. “God, it’s beautiful,” he murmured.

“Yeah, I bet you have a nice one, too. You gonna let me see it?” Without waiting for an answer, Rob knelt on the floor beside the bed and began to tug at Alex’s trousers. Alex made no objection and Rob took his time, rubbing his hands over Alex’s thighs and tugging playfully on the zipper. After a few minutes he got Alex’s fly open and eased his cock out.

“Jeesus,” said Rob, impressed. “Man, are you hung!” Alex’s organ, when erect, was every bit of eight inches long and very thick. Like Rob, he was circumcised and had a lovely round German helmet that flared out impressively. Unlike Rob, Alex had never trimmed his pubic hair and his bush grew luxuriantly like a golden jungle between his legs, spilling over the tops of his thighs and inching up his belly towards his navel. Now it was Rob’s turn to grow excited as he admired Alex’s sexual equipment.

“Alex, you are so fucking hot, do you know that? I figured you had a big cock, but Jeez! Look at that thing!”

Alex couldn’t help but feel a little proud hearing this compliment and leaned back to let Rob examine him. His penis was standing up like a flagpole in his lap now, and it was so engorged bandırma escort with blood that the head was shiny and purple.

Rob reached forward and grasped the shaft of Alex’s organ in his hand. He squeezed it firmly and stroked it up and down a few times. “I want to be the first guy to go down on you, okay? Sit back and let me blow you a little.” Before Alex could think of anything to say, Rob was down on his knees. “God, you smell good,” he whispered. He put his nose to Alex’s erection and sniffed at it. “You smell like a real man.”

Rob liked to watch a partner’s facial expression when he went down on him, and he was especially interested in seeing Alex’s reaction. Keeping his eyes raised to Alex’s face, he opened his mouth and ran his tongue over the head of the penis, letting his tongue glide around the ridge where the head joined the shaft.

“Jee-sus Christ,” Alex gasped.

Rob licked the slit on the head, trying to taste any juice that might be there. Then he worked some saliva on it and began to move up and down, letting the big mushroom head slide in and out of his mouth. This motion caused Alex to shut his eyes and groan. With the skill of an experienced dicksucker Rob tightened his lips around the shaft and began to suck.

Alex had had a few blow jobs before, but nothing like this. Rob’s mouth felt like liquid velvet on his organ and the sensation bayraklı escort was astonishing! Judy would give Alex a blow job occasionally, but she always acted as though it were an unpleasant task. She would take a few inches of his organ into her mouth and make a face as if it were distasteful, and she never let him ejaculate that way. Rob, on the other hand, was sucking him all the way down with great relish and using his tongue to stimulate him at the same time. Normally he didn’t have any trouble controlling himself, but in his present state of excitement he knew he couldn’t take this kind of stimulation for very long. He was worried what would happen if he started to ejaculate.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to come,” he whispered.

Rob released Alex’s penis from his mouth. “We’re not ready for that. I don’t want you to come yet. But I just had to taste you. You are so fucking beautiful!”

“I never felt anything like that in my life!” whispered Alex.

“Yeah. Most girls don’t know how to suck dick. You need a man to do it right,” Rob said, smiling.

“Do you blow a lot of guys?”

“Whenever I get the chance.”

“Do you blow your boyfriend?”

“Sure. Your dick is about twice as big, though.”

Rob took Alex’s penis in his mouth again, more gently this time, and let the long pole of meat slide all the way to the back of this throat. He held it in his mouth that way for a moment before letting it go, trailing a string of saliva. He wanted Alex to pump a load of cum into his mouth, but that would come in due time.

“Stand up,” said Rob, red in the face. “We need to get all your clothes off. I want to see everything you’ve got.”

* * *

(To be continued)

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Sybille saß in der Küche und konnte kaum glauben was sich gerade zwischen ihr und ihrem Sohn abgespielt hatte. War das tatsächlich passiert? Hatte ihr Sohn sie wirklich ertappt? Dem Gefühl nach zu urteilen, welches sich in ihr breit gemacht hatte, war es wohl so. Sie hatte sehr intime Gedanken mit ihrem Sohn ausgetauscht und das bescherte ihr nun ein Gefühl von Scham. Allerdings war da noch etwas Anderes, das sie verspürte. Es war eine Art Unsicherheit die sie befiel aber das war verständlich nach den jüngsten Enthüllungen.

Da war aber noch diese andere Sache. Hatte ihr Sohn das auch ernst gemeint? Wollte er wirklich, dass sie beide es miteinander taten, wie er das ausgedrückt hatte? Dabei fiel ihr ein, dass er noch ganz andere Wörter zu ihr gesagt hatte. Da waren solche dabei wie „ficken“, „blasen“, und dergleichen mehr. Wieso hatte sie zugelassen, dass ihr Sohn auf diese Art mit ihr sprach? Ein Sohn redet doch nicht so mit seiner Mutter, dachte sie bei sich. Sie musste sich zwar selbst eingestehen, dass ja alles gestimmt hatte, was ihr Sohn zu ihr gesagt hatte, aber dennoch sollte sie vielleicht versuchen ihn davon abzuhalten. Aber wie auch immer die Situation aussehen würde, sie wollte auf keinen Fall unvorbereitet sein auf den Abend.

Was sie also tun würde, war, sich auf jeden Fall vorzubereiten denn einfach so ihrem Sohn gegenüber zu treten wenn er dann tatsächlich zu ihr kommen würde, das ginge doch nicht. Und da es bald Abend werden würde machte sie sich auf ins Badezimmer. Dort angekommen wurde sie erst mal ihre Klamotten los und betrachtete sich selbst eine Weile im Spiegel. Selbstkritisch beäugte sie ihre eigenen Rundungen und kam dann doch zu dem Schluss, dass diese an den richtigen Stellen zu finden waren an ihrem Körper. Sie konnte sich doch sehen lassen, meinte sie. Da hing auch nichts. Die Blickfänge ihrer Figur waren ihre geilen, prallen Titten und ihr nicht zu großer Arsch. Würde ihr Sohn sich ihre Titten und ihren Arsch greifen? Würde er ihren Körper erforschen wollen, ihre Titten mit beiden Händen bearbeiten und auch mit ihrem Arsch spielen? Diese Gedanken machten Sybille plötzlich geil aber im nächsten Moment schämte sie sich ihrer auch schon wieder.

Jetzt ging es erst mal ans duschen. Sybille nahm eine lange, ausgiebige Dusche und verwendete dabei wohl duftende Utensilien. Ja, wenn schon, dann wollte sie doch schön duften, wieso denn nicht?

Sie war nun dabei das Bad wieder zu verlassen mit nur einem Handtuch um ihren noch teilweise nassen Körper gewickelt, als ihr plötzlich ihr Sohn entgegenkam. Andreas ging auf sie zu mit lockeren Schritten und einem Grinsen im Gesicht, welches bei Sybille ein leichtes Unbehagen auslöste. Instinktiv nahm sie das Handtuch, das ihren Körper kaum bedeckte etwas fester in den Griff. Ihr Sohn hatte nun ohnehin schon einen guten Blick auf die Ausschnittpartie ihrer Titten und auf ihre langen Beine und ihre hübschen Füße. Sybilles Arme waren natürlich auch nicht bedeckt und so fühlte sie sich doch ein wenig nackt in der Gegenwart ihres Sohnes.

Andreas sah sich seine Mutter von oben bis unten an und seine Blicke blieben Sybille auch nicht verborgen. Im Gegenteil, Andreas machte sich keine Mühe zu verbergen, dass er sie offen beäugte. Seine Blicke schienen Sybille zu durchdringen, jedenfalls hatte sie das Gefühl es wäre so. Sie wurde ein wenig rot, blieb aber stehen und wartete ab was ihr Sohn nun machen würde. Er kam auf sie zu mit offenen Armen und signalisierte seiner Mutter auf diese Weise, dass er eine Umarmung wollte. Natürlich breitete auch Sybille ihre Arme aus um ihren Sohn zu umarmen. Welche gute Mutter täte das nicht? Sie schlang also ihre Arme um Andreas’ Hals und das war es auch was er sich erhofft hatte. Andreas hatte nun ungehinderten Zugriff auf das Handtuch, welches Sybilles Körper spärlich bedeckte. Mit einem Ruck hatte er es schnell von ihrem Körper runter gerissen und warf es durch die offene Tür zurück ins Badezimmer. Sybille hatte keine Chance zu reagieren und bevor sie wusste wie ihr geschah stand sie auch schon völlig nackt vor ihrem Sohn da.

„Andreas, was machst du denn?!…“ schrie sie schockiert auf.

Es war eine Sache ihrem Sohn ein paar Blicke auf ihren Körper zu gewähren als sie noch bekleidet war aber es war eine andere Sache ihm jetzt total nackt gegenüber zu stehen. Sofort versuchte sie sich so gut es ging mit ihren Händen zu bedecken. Einen Arm nahm sie hoch um ihre Titten vor den Blicken ihres Sohnes zu schützen und mit der anderen Hand verdeckte sie ihre Fotze so gut es ging.

„Ich will dir nur helfen deine Hemmungen mir gegenüber fallen zu lassen. Davon hast du doch schon geträumt. Komm, jetzt kannst du es Wirklichkeit werden lassen. Lass mich dich sehen, lass mich dich ganz sehen…“ erklärte Andreas.

Sybille ataşehir escort sah ihn etwas ängstlich an. Ihr Herz klopfte heftig. Sie würde nachgeben müssen, was sollte sie denn jetzt sonst tun? Ihr Sohn hatte Recht mit dem was er sagte und diese Erkenntnis war für sie wie eine schwere Wahrheit, die an die Tür zu ihrem Kopf hämmerte. Noch wollte oder konnte sie das aber nicht einfach akzeptieren. Die Entscheidung wurde ihr jedoch abgenommen.

„Nimm deine Hände da weg, Mutter, komm schon!“ sagte Andreas nachdem einige Augenblicke verstrichen waren.

Ohne etwas zu sagen nahm Sybille ganz langsam ihre Hände von ihrem Körper. Sie sah Andreas an um zu sehen wie er sie ansehen würde und natürlich wohin er schauen würde. Ihre Atmung war nun schneller, passend zu ihrem Herzklopfen.

Andreas’ Augen wurden etwas größer, genau wie die Ausbuchtung in seiner Hose, die nun deutlich sichtbar wurde. Er leckte sich über die Lippen und starrte seine Mutter mit einem gierigen Blick an. Zum ersten mal konnte er direkt die prallen Titten seiner Mutter sehen, den flachen Bauch, die geilen Schenkel und natürlich ihre goldene Mitte. Ihre rasierte Fotze mit dem Streifen blonder Schamhaare darüber war hammergeil.

Als Sybille merkte wohin die Blicke ihres Sohnes wanderten durchfuhr sie ein perverser Schauer der Erregung. Da stand sie nun und gewährte ihm einen langen und ausführlichen Blick auf ihren heissen Körper. Er konnte nun schauen soviel er wollte, konnte ihren Körper betrachten wie es ihm gefiel. Welche Mutter stellt sich so zur Schau für ihren Sohn? Eine geile Mutter, das war die Antwort auf diese Frage. Sybille konnte einfach nicht mehr ankämpfen gegen diese Gedanken. Es war offensichtlich, dass sie scharf wurde. Ihre Nippel standen hervor und sie spürte wie sie langsam feucht wurde im Schritt.

„Du hast einen geilen Körper, Mutter, ich möchte ein bisschen damit spielen…“

Ohne eine Reaktion von ihr abzuwarten ging Andreas seiner Mutter mit beiden Händen an die Titten. Er begann sich langsam und vorsichtig mit ihnen zu beschäftigen. Sanft knetete er die Brüste seiner Mutter durch und sie konnte es kaum fassen aber doch gingen wohlige Schauer durch ihren Körper und sie atmete schwer auf, einerseits vor Erregung und andererseits auch aus einer Art Erleichterung. Erleichterung darüber, dass es nun endlich vollbracht war, zumindest der erste Kontakt dieser Art mit ihrem Sohn und es würde gewiss noch mehr folgen. Sie schloss also die Augen und ließ es geschehen. Sie ließ zu, dass ihr Sohn sich ihre Brüste griff und damit machte was er wollte.

Andreas, der nun mitbekam, dass seine Mutter endlich begann seine Behandlung zu genießen, wurde ein wenig fordernder und griff nun richtig zu. Er walkte die Titten seiner Mutter richtig durch und begann nun auch sich mit ihren Nippeln zu beschäftigen. Er nahm sie zwischen Daumen und Zeigefinger und drückte sie ein wenig und zog auch etwas daran.

Diese Griffe ihres Sohnes, quittierte Sybille mit einem etwas unterdrückten Stöhnen. Sie verzog ein wenig das Gesicht wegen der Härte seiner Griffe und biss sich leicht auf die Unterlippe, tat aber nichts um die Aktionen von Andreas zu unterbrechen. Im Gegenteil, sie ließ ihn gewähren und sie musste sich auch selbst mehr und mehr eingestehen, wie geil sie wurde durch seine Berührungen. So war sie schon lange nicht mehr von einem Mann berührt worden und die Tatsache, dass es ihr Sohn war, der sie so berührte, störte sie das jetzt noch? War er nicht der Mann in diesem Haus? War er es nicht, von dem sie träumte, den sie wollte? Darüber hatten sie beide doch gesprochen und außerdem war er doch ihr Liebling, ihr Sohnemann. Sie könnte ihn doch nicht zurückweisen.

Von all’ diesen Gedanken und von den Berührungen ihres Sohnes wurde ihr fast schon ein wenig schwindelig im Kopf. Sie öffnete die Augen und um sich ein wenig Halt zu verschaffen schlang sie ihre Arme um den Hals ihres Sohnes.

Andreas fuhr fort mit der Erkundung des Körpers seiner Mutter. Er ließ nun seine rechte Hand an ihrer Seite nach unten gleiten und fuhr dann über ihren Bauch. Sybille zuckte etwas zusammen, sah aber Andreas die ganze Zeit über in die Augen und öffnete wie automatisch ihren Mund ein wenig, was ausgelöst schien durch das schwere Atmen. Es war allerdings auch die Erwartung der nächsten Berührung die unweigerlich kommen würde, während sich Andreas’ Hand weiter nach unten hin bewegte.

Schließlich erreichte er ihre Fotze und ließ erstmal nur seinen Mittelfinger ein wenig durch die feuchte Spalte seiner Mutter gleiten. Es wurde nichts gesagt. Es war ein stillschweigendes Spiel und doch gaben Andreas und Sybille laute von sich. Er ein zufriedenes, verspieltes Knurren und sie ein jetzt etwas heftiger gewordenes escort ataşehir Stöhnen.

Andreas baute dieses Spiel nun ein wenig aus. Er fing an die Fotze seiner Mutter etwas kräftiger zu massieren. Er ließ seine Finger um ihr Liebesloch herum gleiten und bescherte seiner Mutter auf diese Weise ungeheure Wonne. Sybille konnte sich kaum noch halten, da steckte ihr Andreas auch schon einen, dann zwei Finger in ihre Fotze und begann sie hin und her zu bewegen. Sybille spürte nun einen Orgasmus herannahen, während ihr Sohn weiter kräftig ihre Fotze bearbeitete. Und dann war es auch schon soweit. Sybille kam und sie kam ordentlich. Von einem heftigen Orgasmus wurde sie durchgeschüttelt während ihr Sohn sie angrinste.

„Aaaahh, Jaaahh!…“ entfuhr es Sybille plötzlich.

So etwas unglaublich Geiles und zugleich auch Ungeheuerliches hatte sie noch nie erlebt. Ihr eigener Sohn hatte sie zum Orgasmus gefingert und zu was für einem. Willig hatte sie ihm ihren Schoss hingehalten oder hatte er ihn sich einfach genommen? Wenn, dann hat sie auch nichts dagegen getan. So oder so war es ein unfassbares Erlebnis.

Andreas ließ langsam von seiner Mutter ab aber sie hielt sich noch immer an ihm fest, hielt ihn umschlungen während sie die Nachbeben ihres Höhepunktes abklingen ließ. Jetzt war er also getan, der erste große Schritt. Eine Grenze wurde niedergerissen zwischen Mutter und Sohn. Jetzt gab es kein Halten mehr. Was würde also als Nächstes folgen?

„So, jetzt da du deinen Spaß gehabt hast, Mutter, will ich auch auf meine Kosten kommen. Du bist hier nicht die einzige Person mit Bedürfnissen, weisst du?“

Kaum hatte Andreas diese Worte ausgesprochen, trat er auch schon einen Schritt zurück und fing an seine Hose zu öffnen vor seiner immer noch schwer atmenden Mutter. Sybilles Augen wurden groß als sie wie gebannt auf die sich vor ihr ereignende Szene starrte, so als ob sie eine unbeteiligte Zuschauerin gewesen wäre.

Nachdem Andreas sich seiner Hose entledigt hatte, zog er auch noch seine Boxer-shorts aus und hatte nun nur mehr ein T-Shirt und seine Socken an. Sein großer, steifer Schwanz stand von ihm ab, bereit von den Liebkosungen seiner Mutter verwöhnt zu werden.

Ein Schauer von Geilheit durchfuhr Sybilles Körper als sie den harten Schwanz ihres Sohnes zum ersten mal in voller Pracht erblickte. Sie musste regelrecht hinstarren und konnte ihre Augen gar nicht mehr davon losreißen.

„Nicht nur hinsehen, sondern auch anfassen, Mutter…“ meinte Andreas.

„Andreas … ich … ich weiß nicht…“

„Was meinst du mit ‘ich weiß nicht’? Du bist doch gerade abgegangen wie eine Rakete als ich es dir mit der Hand besorgt habe. Willst du jetzt wirklich so egoistisch sein und mich hier so stehen lassen?“ fragte Andreas seine Mutter.

„Nein, ich will nicht egoistisch sein … aber…“

„Na dann glaube ich, dass du dich jetzt um mich kümmern solltest, oder? Das ist ja wohl ganz natürlich in dieser Situation. Also komm jetzt, mach!“

Ohne weiter abzuwarten was seine Mutter nun machen würde, nahm Andreas einfach ihre rechte Hand in seine linke und führte sie zu seinem Schwanz. Endlich konnte Sybille den überaus warmen und harten Schwanz ihres Sohnes in ihrer Hand pulsieren spüren. Dieses Gefühl wirkte auf sie beinahe hypnotisierend und sofort konnte sie nicht anders als damit anzufangen Andreas’ Schwanz langsam zu wichsen.

„Oh Ja, mach schneller, komm…“ verlangte Andreas.

„I-Ich glaube das geht besser … von unten…“

Gesagt, getan. Andreas’ Mutter ging auf die Knie. Wenn sie schon ihrem Sohn einen runterholen würde dann wäre diese Position doch viel besser geeignet fürs Wichsen. Ja, so käme sie viel besser an seinen Schwanz um ihrem Sohn zu zeigen, dass sie doch nicht egoistisch war was diese Dinge anging. Irgendwo in einer hinteren Ecke ihres Kopfes sollte das wohl eine Art Rechtfertigung sein für die ungeheuerlichen Dinge, die sie gerade mit ihrem Sohn tat. Jetzt wollte sie ihm zeigen, dass sie sich sehr wohl darum kümmern konnte, dass er sich auch gut fühlt. Jetzt war keine Scheu mehr angebracht, sondern Einsatz war gefragt. Sybille legte also mal richtig los und fing an den Schwanz ihres Sohnes ordentlich zu bearbeiten. Mit einem festen Griff ging das Wichsen gleich viel besser. Sybilles Hand sauste regelrecht vor und wieder zurück auf Andreas’ Schwanz, während sie nach oben schaute um ihrem Sohn in die Augen zu sehen. Das Grinsen in seinem Gesicht sagte ihr, dass sie ihre Sache gut machte.

„I-Ist das gut so?“ fragte Sybille trotzdem nach.

„Ja, das ist geil … aber ich glaube es wäre noch besser wenn du mir jetzt einen blasen würdest!“

„Oh, Andreas…“

Die obszönen Worte ihres Sohnes und der Gedanke daran gleich seinen ataşehir escort bayan Schwanz tief in ihren Mund zu nehmen und ihn zu lutschen entfachten erneut ein Feuer der Geilheit in Sybille. Ihre eigene, geheime Fantasie, für die sie sich eigentlich zutiefst schämte, würde nun Wirklichkeit werden. Auch wenn sie nie so richtig daran gedacht hatte das wirklich in die Tat umzusetzen, so war doch eine Situation wie diese hier schon so oft in ihrer Vorstellung vorgekommen wenn sie es sich in der Nacht mit ihrem Dildo heftig besorgt hatte.

Sybille hörte nun also auf den Schwanz ihres Sohnes zu wichsen, schob ihre Hand ganz nach hinten zurück und leckte sich über die Lippen. Sie starrte intensiv auf die dicke Eichel während sie langsam ihren Mund öffnete und die Zunge raus streckte. Ein wohliger Schauer durchfuhr Sybille als sie zum ersten mal mit ihrer Zunge über die Unterseite des Schwanzes vor ihr fuhr. Sofort wurde ihr klar, dass sie den Schwanz ihres Sohnes unbedingt lutschen musste so gut sie es konnte. Sie ließ ihn also langsam in ihren Mund gleiten und musste während dessen ein zufriedenes Stöhnen raus lassen. Der Schwanz ihres Sohnes hatte einen unvergleichlichen Geschmack, der Sybille extrem zusagte und sie noch mehr aufgeilte.

Sie fing nun also an ihren Kopf vor und zurück zu bewegen und verwöhnte so Andreas’ Schwanz mit ihrem Mund.

„Jaaahh, so ist es gut…“ stöhnte Andreas. „Blas’ ihn ordentlich!“

Diese Aufforderung entging Sybille natürlich nicht und sie gab sich noch mehr Mühe ihrem Sohn zu zeigen, dass sie eine gute Schwanzlutscherin sein konnte. Noch fester saugte sie jetzt an seinem bis zum Äußersten steif gewordenen Schwanz und bewegte ihren Kopf noch schneller vor und zurück.

Andreas vergrub seine Hände in den blonden Haaren seiner Mutter und hielt ihren Kopf nun mit beiden Händen um ihre Bewegungen ein wenig unterstützen zu können. Ebenso fing er an leichte Beckenbewegungen zu machen um mit Stößen nachzuhelfen.

„Ja, Jaaahh, ich komme gleich…“ stieß er hervor.

Andreas’ Bewegungen wurden hektischer, da sich der Druck spürbar in seinem Schwanz erhöht hatte. Er war kurz davor seiner Mutter alles in den Mund zu spritzen und Sybille tat alles um ihm genau dabei zu helfen. Ohne Unterlass blies sie den Schwanz ihres Sohnes weiter, so fest und so gut sie konnte um ihm zu einem ordentlichen Orgasmus zu verhelfen. Er hatte sie zu einem Höhepunkt gebracht also war es doch nur fair, dass sie ihrem Jungen jetzt auch ein gutes Gefühl bescherte. Und dann war es auch schon so weit. Andreas’ Orgasmus kam in mächtigen Wellen daher und genauso ergoss sich auch sein Sperma in den Mund seiner Mutter.

„Oh, Jaaahh…“ stöhnte er. „Schluck es … schluck es runter!“

Das musste Andreas seiner Mutter nicht zwei mal sagen. Wenn sie schon so intensiv geblasen hatte, wieso sollte sie dann nicht auch seinen Saft schlucken? Schluck um Schluck verzehrte sie also die ordentliche Spermaladung, die sie von ihrem Sohn bekam und stöhnte dabei, während ihr Mund immer noch fest um seinen pulsierenden Schwanz geschlossen war.

Schließlich war Andreas fertig. Die Wogen seines Höhepunktes waren verebbt und er badete nun im Gefühl der Zufriedenheit. Ein breites Grinsen schmückte sein Gesicht als er seine Mutter von oben betrachtete und sanft ihren Kopf von seinem Schwanz wegdrückte.

„Also jetzt weiß ich wie wir in Zukunft unsere Abende verbringen werden … mit ein paar Mutter-Sohn Aktivitäten…“ meinte Andreas grinsend.

Sybille, die immer noch am Boden kniete, sah ein wenig verwirrt aus über die Aussage ihres Sohnes. Sie sah Andreas an und wusste selbst nicht so ganz genau ob sie sich jetzt schuldig oder eher belustigt fühlen sollte.

„Liebling, bitte, sag nicht sowas…“ meinte sie.

„Ach komm, das war doch genau das was du auch wolltest.“ stellte Andreas fest. „Wer hätte gedacht, dass meine eigene Mutter so eine gute Schwanzlutscherin ist … von jetzt an will ich, dass du mir jeden Tag einen bläst!“

Sybille wurde rot, aber dennoch war das schockierende Kompliment ihres Sohnes Musik in ihren Ohren. Sie starrte seinen erschlaffenden Schwanz an und leckte sich erneut über die Lippen. Sie konnte nicht leugnen, dass es ihr immense Lust bereitete den Schwanz ihres Sohnes zu blasen und seinen Saft zu schlucken. Ihre Fotze war am auslaufen, so feucht war sie geworden während sie ihren Sohn oral befriedigt hatte. Sybilles Lust war kaum noch zu bändigen. Sie fuhr mit ihren Händen wie in Trance über Andreas’ Körper, angefangen bei seinen Oberschenkeln, nach oben hin über seinen Bauch. Um die Liebkosungen seiner Mutter voll und ganz genießen zu können, zog er sein T-Shirt aus und ließ es zu Boden fallen.

„Komm, steh auf.“ meinte er zu seiner Mutter.

Mit etwas wackeligen Beinen stand Sybille auf. Andreas nahm sie an der Hand und ging los während er seine Mutter dabei hinter sich her zog.

„Andreas, wo … wo gehen wir denn hin?“

„Was glaubst du denn wo wir hingehen … wir gehen jetzt nach oben in mein Zimmer … ficken!“

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Ich erwachte. Wieder einmal hatte ich von meiner Mutter geträumt. Sie war damals 36 Jahre alt und sah verdammt gut aus, wenn ich das so sagen darf. Lange rote Haare, grüne Augen, weiße Haut voller Sommersprossen. Sie war etwa 1,65m groß und schlank. Meistens trug sie körperbetonte Kleidung, die ihre enormen Brüste gut zur Geltung brachten. In letzter Zeit träumte ich häufiger von ihr; vor etwa drei Jahren hatte ich entdeckt, daß sie nicht nur meine Mutter war, sondern außerdem noch eine sehr begehrenswerte Frau.

Verschlafen setzte ich mich auf und sah ich mich um. In der letzten Nacht, an meinem 18. Geburtstag, hatte ich ordentlich einen über den Durst getrunken. Ich konnte mich an nichts mehr erinnern, und es war mir ein Rätsel, warum ich im Zimmer meiner Mutter aufwachte.

Mein Kopf brummte. Mißmutig kratzte ich mich an der Stirn. Es fühlte sich irgendwie anders an als sonst. Meine Fingernägel kratzten ein wenig Haut von der Stirn. Ich sah mir meine Nägel an und erschrak. Sie waren lang! Einen Moment lang dachte ich, daß mir meine Kumpels Nick und Benny wieder einen Streich gespielt hatten, aber erstens wären angeklebte Fingernägel zu albern gewesen und zweitens sahen meine Finger sehr zart und fein aus. Das Handgelenk war schmal und der Arm war auch sehr dünn. Das war eine Frauenhand!

Verwirrt sah ich meine andere Hand an. Das gleiche Dilemma. Eigentlich habe ich recht kräftige Hände und behaarte Arme. Mir fiel eine Haarsträhne ins Gesicht. Ebenfalls komisch, denn ich habe kurze Haare. Ich fuhr mir mit der Hand durchs Gesicht. Kein Bartwuchs, statt dessen glatte, weiche Haut. Außerdem fühlte sich mein Gesicht anders an als sonst; die Nase und das Kinn waren schmaler und die Augenbrauen anders geschwungen.

Verwundert ließ ich meine Hand vom Kinn aus noch tiefer wandern. Kein Adamsapfel. Probeweise räusperte ich mich und erschrak über den hellen Klang. Dann bekam ich den größten Schock meines Lebens: Ich hatte Brüste! Und zwar welche von der Sorte, die groß und fest waren und sich außerdem noch gut anfühlten.

Was war hier nur los? Im Moment dachte ich nicht weiter darüber nach. Ich langte unter das Nachthemd, nahm jede Brust in eine Hand und spielte ein wenig mit ihnen. Das fühlte sich großartig an! Meine Finger berührten die Nippel, die schnell hart und empfindlich wurden. Ich hatte in meinem 18jährigen Leben noch nicht allzuviele Brüste in der Hand gehabt, und das hier waren definitiv die besten. Körbchengröße D (soweit ich das beurteilen konnte), sehr weich und dennoch fest. Außerdem war ich diesmal in der Situation, daß ich nicht nur derjenige war, der fummelte, sondern auch derjenige, der befummelt wurde.

Jetzt wollte ich endlich sehen, wie dieser Körper aussah, in dem ich aufgewacht war, also stand ich auf und trat vor den großen Spiegel, der an der Wand hing. Hier traf mich der nächste Schock, denn aus dem Spiegel starrte mir meine Mutter entgegen!

Was sollte das alles? Warum war ich im Körper meiner Mutter? Wie konnte ich meinen eigenen zurückbekommen? Wie sehen eigentlich die Titten meiner Mutter aus? Ich beschloß, die letzte Frage sofort zu klären. Man muß eben Prioritäten setzen. Ich zog mein Nachthemd hoch und hielt es mit dem Kinn fest. Vor mir stand der nackte Körper meiner Mutter. Daß sie viele Sommersprossen hatte, wußte ich schon vorher, aber daß sogar die Brüste damit bedeckt waren, war mir neu. Wenn ich einen Schwanz gehabt hätte, hätte er gestanden wie eine Eins. Ich trug ein Baumwollhöschen mit einem Tweety-Aufdruck auf der Vorderseite. Bevor ich jedoch dazu kam, es genauer zu untersuchen, hörte ich Schritte im Flur. Ich hob den Kopf, und das Nachthemd fiel wieder herab.

Die Tür wurde aufgestoßen, und herein kam… ich. Nackt bis auf die Boxershorts, die ich zum Schlafen trug. Nun ja, es war nicht ich, sondern mein Körper. “Wer bist du, und was machst du in meinem Körper?”, fragte ich verdutzt.

“Tommy, bist du das?”, wollte er wissen.

“Ja. Und wer bist du?”

Ohne eine Antwort zu geben, kam er auf mich zu und umarmte mich. Schluchzend sagte er: “Ich bins, Mama.”

Die Umarmung war relativ hart; mein zarter Frauenkörper schmerzte. “Drück doch nicht so”, keuchte ich. Sie ließ mich los und setzte sich auf das Bett. Es war ein eigenartiges Gefühl, mich selbst weinen zu sehen. Ich hatte zuletzt beim Begräbnis meines Vaters vor einigen Jahren geweint.

“Wie konnte das passieren?”, fragte sie schließlich mit dünner Stimme.

“Keine Ahnung”, erwiderte ich und zuckte die Schultern. Meine Brüste hüpften ein wenig.

“Fürs erste sollten wir uns fertigmachen, dann sehen wir weiter”, sagte ich.

Sie stand auf und schniefte. “Na gut.”

Als ataşehir escort sie das Zimmer verließ, sah ich ihr nach. Mein Körper war wirklich in guter Verfassung. 1,85m groß, durchtrainiert, braungebrannt. Sie mußte sich in meinem männlichen Körper genauso komisch fühlen wie ich in ihrem weiblichen.

Zum Duschen hatte ich keine Nerven, also beschloß ich, mich einfach nur anzuziehen. Ich fand im Kleiderschrank eine Jeans und ein altes T-Shirt und zog mich schnell um. Mißmutig betrachtete ich mich im Spiegel. Kein BH, wirre Haare, alte Klamotten. So lief meine Mutter nie herum. Als sie schließlich hereinkam, bestätigte sie das. “Wo hast du denn diese Fetzen gefunden? Runter damit!” Sie trug ebenfalls Jeans und T-Shirt, aber da das meine Standardkleidung war, war es in Ordnung.

Ich schämte mich zuerst, mich vor meiner Mutter zu zeigen, aber dann fiel mir ein, daß es ja ihr Körper war, den sie sowieso jeden Tag betrachten konnte. Ich zog das T-Shirt über den Kopf und betrachtete meine Brüste. “Das ist ein sehr schöner Körper”, sagte ich gedankenverloren. Meine Mutter wurde knallrot. “Das Kompliment muß ich zurückgeben”, erwiderte sie und sah an sich hinab.

Sie kramte in einer Schublade herum und zog einen schwarzen Seiden-BH heraus. “Versuch mal, den hier anzuziehen”, sagte sie und reichte ihn mir. Ich sah auf das Etikett. 75D. Da ich noch nie versucht hatte, einen BH anzuziehen, stellte ich mich reichlich blöd an. Mama half mir, indem sie den Verschluß hinten zumachte und die verdrehten Träger richtete. Es war ein merkwürdiges Gefühl; meine Brüste wurden leicht angehoben und standen mehr nach vorne.

Ich zerrte an dem Stoff herum. “Reichlich unbequem, dieses Ding. Wie hältst du das nur immer aus?”, fragte ich. “Normalerweise spürt man es kaum”, erwiderte sie und betrachtete meine Brüste. “Sitzt wohl noch nicht so richtig.”

Sie ließ ihre Hand in das linke Körbchen gleiten, hob meine Brust ein wenig an und zupfte von außen an dem BH herum, bis alles richtig saß. Dann das gleiche mit der rechten Brust. Es fühlte sich verdammt gut an! Meine Nippel wurden hart und waren von außen gut sichtbar. Ich stellte mich vor den Spiegel und drückte den Rücken durch. Phantastisch!

“Sie sind ganz nett, nicht?”, sagte Mama stolz.

“Was heißt hier nett?”, sagte ich und nahm jede Brust in eine Hand. “Die sind perfekt.”

“Sollte ich etwas dagegen haben, wenn du meine Brüste befummelst?”, überlegte sie und kratzte sich am Sack. “Naja, solange du in meinem Körper steckst, ist es wohl in Ordnung.”

“Du hast sie ja selber befummelt, und du steckst in meinem Körper”, sagte ich grinsend. “Das zählt nicht, schließlich ist das da mein Körper”, sagte sie und deutete auf mich. “Auch wieder wahr”, lächelte ich. “Trotzdem war es schön.” Sie errötete erneut.

Ich zog die Jeans aus und betrachtete meine Beine. Sie waren mindestens genauso perfekt wie der Rest. Mein Hintern sah im Spiegel toll aus. “Soll ich den Slip wechseln?”, fragte ich Mama.

Sie seufzte. “Ich habe ab sofort wohl keine Geheimnisse mehr vor dir, was?”

Ich lächelte sie an. “Genauso wenig wie ich vor dir.”

“Na wenns sein muß, sieh dir halt alles an”, sagte sie resignierend.

Der große Moment war gekommen: Ich zog meiner Mutter das Höschen aus! Genaugenommen zog ich mein eigenes Höschen aus, aber in der aktuellen Situation war das das gleiche. Nackt bis auf den BH stand ich vor dem Spiegel und betrachtete meinen neuen Körper. Mamas Muschi war rasiert! Probeweise legte ich meine Hand darauf. Meine Erfahrung mit Muschis hielt sich in Grenzen, aber wie bei den Brüsten war das die beste, die ich je berührt hatte.

“He, was machst du denn da?”, rief Mama. “Ach komm schon, erzähl mir nicht, daß du nicht schon das selbe gemacht hast”, erwiderte ich. Wieder wurde sie rot. Außerdem konnte ich eine Beule in ihrer Jeans erkennen. Sie bekam eine Erektion! Wir waren wirklich in eine seltsame Situation geraten.

Ich fuhr mit dem Finger sanft durch meine Vagina. Ein zartes Kribbeln durchfuhr meinen Körper. Ich fragte mich ernsthaft, wie meine Mutter jemals die Finger von ihrem eigenen phantastischem Körper lassen konnte. Mama sah mich mit gemischten Gefühlen an. “Ich kann ja verstehen, daß es für dich mächtig interessant sein muß, meinen Körper zu studieren, aber könntest du jetzt trotzdem diesen Slip anziehen?”, sagte sie und reichte mir ein schwarzes Höschen. Nun ja, meine Muschi konnte ich später noch studieren. Fürs erste zog ich den Slip an. Es war merkwürdig, keinen Schwanz in der Hose zu haben. Normalerweise mußte ich wie wohl jeder Kerl auf dieser Welt alles richtig einsortieren, aber diesmal zog ich einfach escort ataşehir das Höschen drüber und alles war in Ordnung.

“Ok, jetzt brauchen wir noch Klamotten”, sagte ich und sah mich in Mamas Schrank um. Ich suchte etwas mit einem tiefen Ausschnitt. Schließlich fand ich ein rotes Top, bei dem man die Träger hinter dem Hals verknoten mußte. Ich zwängte mich hinein und versuchte, ein Schleifchen hinter meinem Hals zu machen, was aber gründlich mißlang. Wie machte sie das nur? “Könntest du mir mal helfen?”, fragte ich Mama. Sie stand vom Bett auf und stellte sich hinter mich. Da sie in meinem Körper größer als ich war, konnte sie mir in den Ausschnitt starren. Was sie auch tat. “Hey, wo guckst du denn hin?”, fragte ich. Sie legte ihre Hände auf meine Taille, und ich konnte ihre Erektion spüren. “Ich muß doch sehen, ob alles richtig sitzt”, erwiderte sie. Ich fühlte ein seltsames Kribbeln zwischen meinen Beinen.

“Sieht gut aus, wie immer”, sagte sie schließlich und machte einen Knoten in die Träger des Tops. Meine Nippel standen wieder vor. Ich begann die Situation zu genießen. Vielleicht war es doch nicht so schlecht, in einem Frauenkörper zu sein, noch dazu in einem so hübschen. Ich hatte zwar noch Probleme, das Gleichgewicht zu halten, weil der Schwerpunkt irgendwie höher lag als sonst, aber ansonsten fühlte ich ich mich gut.

Im Schrank fand ich einen Minirock. “Paßt der dazu?”, fragte ich Mama. “Nein. Eine Frau sollte entweder oben oder unten etwas zeigen, aber nicht überall”, sagte sie. Gutes Argument. Ich zog eine schwarze Stoffhose an, die meine Beine und meinen Hintern noch knackiger aussehen ließen. Hochhackige Schuhe zu tragen traute ich mir noch nicht zu. Wenn ich jemals einen Rock tragen würde, konnte ich das immer noch ausprobieren. Für heute waren Sandalen ausreichend.

“Ich muß mal aufs Klo”, sagte Mama und verschwand in Richtung Badezimmer. Ich konnte nicht anders, als meinen neuen Körper noch einmal im Spiegel anzusehen. Das Top brachte meine großen Brüste wunderbar zur Geltung, und ich mußte sie einfach erneut anfassen. Ich ließ meine rechte Hand von oben in den Ausschnitt gleiten, wie ich es schon immer hatte tun wollen, als ich noch in meinem normalen Körper war und Mama in ihrem. Diese Brust fühlte sich wirklich unglaublich an! Meine Finger fanden den Nippel und spielten damit. Ich drehte ein wenig daran herum, wie sich Jungs das eben so vorstellen, merkte aber, daß mich das überhaupt nicht erregte. Zartes Darüberstreichen brachte es viel mehr.

“Hey Mama, was machst du denn da?” hörte ich eine Stimme. Voller Panik und mit rotem Kopf riß ich meine Hand aus dem Ausschnitt und drehte mich um. In der Tür stand meine 19jährige Schwester Nicole. “Erschreck mich doch nicht so, Nicky, ich, äh… hab nur alles richtig einsortiert”, stammelte ich. Sie grinste.

“Was gibts denn heute zum Essen?”, fragte sie schließlich. “Weiß noch nicht. Hab eigentlich keine Lust zum Kochen. Vielleicht hilft mir ja Tommy dabei”, sagte ich in der Hoffnung, daß Mama mit hinlangen würde. Mir wurde jetzt erst klar, daß ich nicht nur Mamas tollen Körper bekommen hatte, sondern auch die Verpflichtung, all das zu tun, was sie sonst tat. Nicky lachte laut heraus. “Der faule Sack? Nie im Leben!”

Ich verkniff mir eine fiese Antwort und lachte halbherzig mit. “Naja, vielleicht kann ich ihn dazu überreden, obwohl ich nicht viel Hoffnung habe. Mal gucken, wo er steckt.” Mit diesen Worten flüchtete ich, um irgendwelchen Fragen aus dem Weg zu gehen, die ich vielleicht nicht beantworten konnte.

Mama hatte vorhin gesagt, daß sie aufs Klo mußte. Nur hatte ich bis jetzt noch keine Spülung gehört. Was machte sie bloß da drin?

Ich näherte mich dem Badezimmer. Die Tür war nur angelehnt, warum auch immer. Durch den Spalt konnte ich sehen, daß Mama vor dem Spiegel stand und genau das tat, was ich vorhin auch getan hatte: Ihren nackten Körper anschauen. Nun ja, sie war nicht ganz nackt, sondern hatte nur die Hose geöffnet und betrachtete ihren Schwanz. Meinen, genaugenommen. Er war steif. Ich räusperte mich. Mama erschrak und drehte sich hektisch um, wodurch ihr Schwanz hin- und herwippte.

“Komm schon rein und mach die Tür zu”, schnaufte sie. Ich tat wie mir befohlen und verschloß die Tür. “Wie kannst du nur die Finger davon lassen?”, fragte mich Mama und nahm ihren Schwanz in die Hand. “Man gewöhnt sich daran”, sagte ich und grinste. “Normalerweise ist er ja auch nicht so groß.”

“Ich habe seit dem Aufstehen fast ununterbrochen eine Erektion”, sagte Mama und rieb ihn leicht. Er wurde noch ein wenig steifer. “Außerdem muß ich aufs Klo und kann nicht.” Ich lachte laut heraus. “Kenne ich nur zu gut!”

“Sei ataşehir escort bayan nicht so laut”, sagte Mama und warf einen Blick zur Tür. “Nicky soll nicht wissen, daß wir hier zusammen drin sind.”

Normalerweise hätte mich der Anblick eines steifen Schwanzes nicht erregt, sondern eher abgestoßen. Aber diesmal war es anders. Vielleicht weil die Situation so seltsam war. Ich fühlte, daß ich ein feucht wurde. Ich öffnete meinen Reißverschluß und schob die Jeans nach unten. Der Schritt meines Höschens glitzerte ein bißchen. Ich fuhr mit dem Zeigefinger darüber und schnüffelte daran. Sehr erregend!

Mama sah mir zu und fuhr damit fort, ihren Ständer zu reiben. “Das ist ziemlich einfach. Kein Wunder, daß Männer immer zu früh kommen”, sagte sie und lächelte. Meine Hand war mittlerweile unter meinen Slip gewandert. Ich fuhr mit einem Finger den Schlitz entlang. Es kribbelte! Ich streifte die Jeans und den Slip ab und setzte mich mit gespreizten Beinen auf den Badewannenrand. Probeweise steckte ich einen Finger in meine Vagina. Großartig!

Das schien sie zu erregen, denn sie schloß die Augen und stöhnte. Dann kam sie und spritzte alles auf den Spiegelschrank! “Ooohhh!”, schrie sie auf. Ein Funken von Schuldbewußtsein schimmerte in ihren Augen, als es nachgelassen hatte. Sie wischte das Dilemma mit Klopapier weg. “Hey, sieh mal, jetzt schrumpft er und ich kann endlich aufs Klo gehen”, sagte sie schließlich. “Daher kommt wohl der Ausdruck ‘einen runterholen'”, erwiderte ich und grinste.

“Mal schauen, ob ich auch im Stehen pinkeln kann”, sagte sie und stellte sich vor die Toilette. Es klappte natürlich. Ich sah zu, und seltsamerweise erregte mich sogar das. Einen Finger hatte ich in meiner Vagina, und mit der anderen Hand liebkoste ich meine Brüste. Nachdem Mama sich gesäubert hatte, wandte sie mir wieder ihre Aufmerksamkeit zu. “Sieh mal, wenn du die Klitoris streichelst, ist das noch viel erregender.”

“Wo ist die denn?”, fragte ich und spreizte meine Vagina mit zwei Fingern. “Da oben”, sagte Mama und deutete auf einen kleinen Fleischknubbel am oberen Ende. “Soll ich dir helfen? Ich weiß, wie das geht.”

Ohne eine Antwort abzuwarten, strich sie sanft mit einem Finger darüber. Ich stöhnte leise. Das war ja noch viel besser als einen Finger reinzustecken! Mama liebkoste meinen Kitzler, und ich wurde immer feuchter. Ich sah, daß sie schon wieder eine Erektion bekam. Plötzlich nahm sie ihre Hand weg und sagte: “Weißt du was, ich wollte mich schon immer mal selbst schmecken.”

Noch bevor mir bewußt wurde, was sie damit meinte, hatte sie sich hingekniet und fuhr mit der Zunge durch meine Vagina! “Hm, verdammt gut”, murmelte sie und züngelte an meinem Kitzler herum. Das war zuviel! Ich kam explosionsartig und stöhnte laut. Es war ganz anders, als Frau zu kommen. Als Mann schien der Orgamsmus vom Schwanz auszugehen, aber als Frau war das Gefühl irgendwie überall. Mein zitternder Körper war von einer Gänsehaut überzogen.

Als ich wieder zu mir kam, wurde mir klar, daß ich soeben Sex mit meiner Mutter gehabt hatte. Zwar anders, als ich mir das immer vorgestellt hatte, aber es war mindestens genauso schön gewesen. Eines fehlte aber noch: richtiger Verkehr. Ich war immer noch erregt und konnte bestimmt nochmal kommen, und Mama hatte auch schon wieder eine Erektion. Ohne etwas zu sagen stand sie auf und näherte sich mir. Ich konnte mich nicht dazu überwinden, meinen eigenen Schwanz in den Mund zu nehmen, also stand ich ebenfalls auf. Wir umarmten uns, und ich spürte ihren Schwanz zwischen meinen Beinen. Ohne Nachzudenken spreizte ich die Beine ein wenig, und sie drang ohne Widerstand ein. Wir stöhnten beide auf. “Phantastisch!”, sagte sie und schob ihn langsam komplett hinein. Ich war komplett ausgefüllt von ihr, und es fühlte sich großartig an.

Es waren nicht mehr als drei Stöße, dann kamen wir beide gleichzeitig. Ich krallte meine langen Fingernägel in ihren Rücken.

“Wie geht es jetzt weiter?”, wollte ich wissen, als wir uns beide wieder angezogen hatten. “Naja, wir vögeln bei jeder Gelegenheit”, sagte sie und grinste. Gute Idee. Nur mußten wir beide das Leben des anderen weiterleben. Mama war Sekretärin und ich war in der 12. Klasse im Gymnasium. Wir hatten beide keine Ahnung von den Anforderungen, die dem anderen gestellt wurden, also rief ich in Mamas Firma und der Schule an und meldete mich krank.

Das Leben würde nicht einfach werden. Obwohl ich nun einen phantastischen Frauenkörper hatte, von dem ich nur schwer die Finger lassen konnte, begann ich mir langsam mein normales Leben zurückzuwünschen. Mama sah ebenfalls nachdenklich aus. “Woran denkst du?”, fragte ich sie. Sie lächelte. “An wen muß ich mich wohl wenden, wenn ich mal einen geblasen bekommen will?”

“Tut mir leid, aber ich kann das nicht tun”, erwiderte ich. Körpertausch hin oder her, einen Schwanz zu blasen kam mir schwul vor. Ich überlegte. “Vielleicht macht Nicky mit.”