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The next morning I woke up hung over as shit. I’m pretty lucky with hangovers in that I don’t get vomiting sick. Mainly I just have a headache, fell dreadfully tired and thick headed.

This morning I woke up to see Mark pinning Amber’s butt to the gym mats with his cock. He was supporting himself with one hand, pulling her hair with the other. She was laid fully belly down as he thrust into her ass supporting her torso on her elbows as Mark tugged her head back.

She didn’t seem to be in ecstasy this morning, Rather, she was letting out workmanlike grunts of endurance.

I started getting hard. The idea of fucking Amber in the ass was a staggering turn on. And seeing it in front of me…

Paul came into the gym. He had coffee and donuts. I wondered where he had gotten the money.

He handed me an extra large coffee with two sugars, which I liked.

And then a Boston Crème, which I also liked.

And then my wallet so I knew where he had gotten the money.

Paul settled in beside me, munching on a bear claw.

“Look at the kid, he’s a machine,” Paul said.

“And gay. Did you see him staring at your cock last night?”

“Shane, he’s not gay. Our friend Mark is bisexual, and an accommodating bisexual at that. Besides. You were looking at my cock too. And Amber had my cock snot in her while you were fucking her. Don’t forget that.”

I ignored most of his statement. “An accommodating bisexual? What do you mean by that?”

Paul was quiet for a few minutes. Then he let out a kind of a half chuckle. “Well, you don’t think that all of this was by accident, do you? Mark and I have been kind of fooling around for a while now.” Paul gave me that sheepish boy grin of his.

I was stunned. I shouldn’t have been, but I was. I hadn’t even suspected. I couldn’t think of anything to say. We both watched Mark and Amber go at it for a few quiet moments. It was a live porn show. Oddly enough, I wasn’t disturbed or upset by the revelation of Paul and Mark’s sexual ambiguity. Rather, I was very turned on by it, in a way that I couldn’t quantify at the time. Especially seeing Mark pistoning in and out of Amber’s bum.

“So you and Mark and Amber have been…”

“No,” Paul interrupted me, “Mark and I. Last night. – well today, with Amber, that was just lucky. I never thought she would go for it when I suggested it.”

“Ok, Mark and you?” I turned away from the couple to look at Paul.

“He does stuff most girls won’t, willingly. And he likes you too, dude.” Paul grinned at me again. “The idea was to get you all horney watching Amber and me and then he’d quietly try to convince you to let him suck your dick.”

“Really? Dude, I’m not gay.”

Paul shook his head. “Man, it’s not gay. It’s sex. I mean… shit, how to describe it? It’s like the difference between sex and love. Sex is the mechanical, love is the intellectual. Letting Mark suck your cock wouldn’t be gay… well I guess it would, but it wouldn’t matter because you aren’t. But my point is that it is mechanical, right? It’s like jerking off. It’s not meaningful.”

I laughed. “So you think gender should be determined by intent?”

“Why not?”

Mark suddenly came. He arched his back and howled as he pinned Amber deeply up the ass.

“Damn…”I murmured.

“Yeah, Mark has some pretty powerful pops.”

“So, uh, you let him stick that monster up your ass?”

“Hell no!” Paul chuckled. “That would be gay. Just kidding. Naw, I’m not into that. And besides, Mark is the, like, bottom, you know. He can actually cum without touching it when I squirt in his butt.”

“Aw, dude, TMI.”

“I think it like, stimulates his prostate or something…”

I covered my eyes with one hand and laughed. “Dude…”

Paul studied me for a moment. “Come on man, admit you are interested. I’m not going to reach across and grab your dick or anything, but I’ve known you for a long time. I can tell you are a little turned on at least. And I know you love anal.”

I thought about it. “Yeah, the idea of dominating Mark is kind of a turn on. Using his body to make me cum… yeah… it does kind of give me a boner. But you and I?”

“No way.” Paul and I both said at the same time, mecidiyeköy escort and laughed.

“I’ll think about it.”

Amber and Mark had gone to get showers and Amber returned first.

“My asshole is sore and I am tired,” she announced crankily after she was dressed, “Can someone give me a ride home?”

Of course only one of us had a car, and I was tempted to tell her to take the bus, but I felt well disposed towards her given how sweet she had been to us.

“Sure.” I threw on some sweats and sniffed my pits. Not too bad, so I was OK.

“Yeah,” said Paul, looking at the clock, “We should all get out of here. The morning staff will be getting in around half an hour from now.”

Amber looked around, “What about the mess?”

“Meh. I’ll just flip over the mats and throw out the beer jugs. No one will notice. I’m still a little fucked up though. Mind if I crash at your trailer for a few hours dude?” “No problem. You know where the key is.”

Amber gave me the address when she got into the Civic. When we were almost there she pointed out the parking lot by a play ground.

“You should pull in there if you want your favour.”

I did out of curiosity. “What kind of a favour?”

“Favour for giving me a ride home. Blowjob.” She leaned over and started pulling down my sweats.

“Oh hey Amber, I don’t know,” I began, “This is kind of public, and it’s a playground. What if some kids come along?”

By that time she had fished my cock out. I was already hard. “Not a chance. It’s too early in the morning. I live in that building a block down and I’ve never seen a kid here at this time of day.”

“Yeah, but… Oh shit,” I said as she pushed her head down on my cock. She had her lips held tightly together and they were surprisingly muscular. The sensation was unusual. More like penetrating a body orifice than being accepted into a woman’s mouth. I groaned with pleasure. She worked quickly, stroking with her hand, and giving it real suction as her lips rode up and over my head.

“Shit!” My ass lifted off the seat as I came, bucking out of control. To her credit, Amber kept her hand and mouth on my dick, stroking me until I was done and preventing a single drop from spilling out..

When I subsided, she turned, rolled down the passenger window, and leaned out to spit.

“Damn,” I said weakly, “That was good baby.”

She turned around and wiped her mouth. “Glad you liked it.” She opened the door and got out.

“Huh? You don’t want a ride to your apartment?”

“No. I told you, I live just down there. I don’t really want to be seen with you dropping me off. Oh, and, if we meet at the P&G or something like that, don’t talk to me if I’m with other people, I’ll just blow you off. Later.”

“Seriously? I…”

“Don’t call me, I’ll call you.” She walked off.

I was less hurt than mystified. I shook my head and started the car. As I drove back to the trailer I was renting on the edge of town, I rolled over what had happened.

It was trippy. I’d have never thought that I would have gotten with Amber, let alone with two other guys. In fact, I’d never even thought about having group sex. Fantasized about it, but never really considered it possible if you know what I mean.

Now, I was wondering what it would have been like to go for the gold – so to speak – with Amber, Mark, and Paul. Like spit roasting her or doing a double penetration. It was a powerful turn on just thinking about it.

What Paul had mentioned about Mark was also interesting. It pretty much sounded like he could get himself off in Mark’s ass or mouth any time he wanted. Without all the hassle and lead up required with a woman. The joy of intercourse with another person with the convenience of masturbation. The idea was very appealing. I wasn’t attracted to Mark in the physical sense and certainly not romantically, but the idea that he could be had like that was very arousing.

I did feel a bit of shame and guilt about the group sex the night before. And fear. My paranoia about STDs was pretty strong and I had visions of a cloud of one of the other guy’s sperm swimming up my urethra dropping syphilis spirochetes like pendik escort bombs. But for me that was pretty normal post-fuck trauma.

Reminding me that I wanted to get to my trailer quick and wash my dick off again since Amber had blown me. I thought she was clean, but a girl that could suck cock like that had experience.

My trailer was a beat up little number nestled in the back of the trailer park on edge of town farthest from the beach. It was almost in the trees. The roads were not much more than dust and there was no lawn, just pine needles. It was the cheapest rent I was able to find. It was also isolated and quiet.

The windows were open to let in the cool morning breeze even though the blinds were down. I never leave my place unsecured, so I figured Paul must have walked there as I didn’t see his bike out front.

Inside, I found Paul and Mark sprawled out on the sofa and love seat, both asleep or passed out. I went to the bedroom and sacked out.

When I woke up a few hours later Paul and Mark were in the kitchen making sandwiches.

Paul tossed me a can of beer when I came in.

“Dude,” he said, “I hope you don’t have to work today. It’s nearly noon.”

I cracked the beer and had a long slug. “Paul, it’s Sunday.”

“Sunday?”

“Yeah. And besides,” I gestured at the clock on the wall, “That came with the place, like the rest of the furniture. It runs weird and I’ve never changed the batteries.” I consulted my wrist watch. “It’s only about ten thirty in the morning.”

“Sweet. An extra hour and a half. Let’s hop in your car and go rock climbing.”

I was not a real fan of rock climbing, especially with Paul. He had a habit of drinking and smoking a little too much and that made him dangerous.

“I dunno man. It would still take us like, an hour to get the gear sorted out and then another hour to drive out there. Maybe we should do that next weekend. But plan for it, you know? Get the gear sorted out beforehand and leave earlier in the morning.”

“Yeah, you’re right man.” Paul was rummaging through his pockets. “But what shall we do today then, my friend?”

“What else? The beach.”

“Yeah I guess so.” Paul had found what he was looking for and sparked up a small blunt. “Always got the beach.” He took a deep hit and passed it around.

We went for an early lunch at a nearby diner. Burgers, fries with gravy, lots of greasy, high protein food to kill the hangover. I wound up paying, of course.

After that, we hit the beach. Mark and Paul surfed. Or tried to surf, that is. This particular area was not really known for it’s waves. But I guess they had to live up to the image.

I was content to catch some sun, read a Donald Westlake novel, and have a nap.

By the time evening rolled around, the beach was dead. Sunday night in the off season.

Paul looked over his shoulder at the setting sun. He was drying his hair with a towel. “Damn. What should we do now?”

I shrugged. “Could hit the Tanzania. Could be some chicks there.”

“On a Sunday night? Doubt it man. I’ve got a better idea. Let’s go get a couple of jugs off-sale, go back to your place, roll up a few, and fuck Mark.”

I snorted. Mark hadn’t even blushed, he just kept towelling himself off, quiet as ever.

“You just ain’t going to give that up, are you?” I asked.

“Nope.” Paul grinned.

I looked Mark over, and again the thought came to me to consider him as just an asshole and a mouth. I’d just be using him like I might use a sex toy. It was a definite turn on.

“Yeah, well, I guess we can do that.” I smiled, “I’ve always said I’d try anything once. And if I liked it, I’d do it twice.”

Mark smiled in return. “You won’t regret it Shane. I’ll make you cum so good…” It was the first time I’d heard him speak in the last two days.

We bought a couple of jugs of beer at the Tanz and headed back to my trailer. Once there, Paul put on some porn to set the mood.

We drank some of the beer and smoked a reefer while watching the film. It was one of my favourites. I forget the title now, but it was an Ed Powers number. Some amateur chick had given Ed some dis while filming and wound up sancaktepe escort coming back later and having to take it up the ass. I loved seeing that chick get her comeuppance.

At some point, Mark took off all of his clothes and knelt between my knees. He put his hands on my thighs and began to rub.

“Umm…” I kind of grimaced and shook my head, even though I had a raging boner.

Paul laughed. “Don’t fucking worry about it Mark,” he said, while he shucked his sweats and boxers, “Shane isn’t in the mood yet. Come on over here and suck my cock.”

Mark shuffled over on his knees and bent over Paul’s dick.

I focused on the movie, but every few seconds my eyes darted over to Paul and Mark. Mark was lavishing attention on Paul’s dick, licking his balls, running his tongue up and down the length of it. Sucking the head so loud there was an audible “smack” when his lips came off.

All the while Mark’s exposed ass bobbed in front of the view. Perfectly hairless. I wondered if he shaved. Maybe he used Nair or waxed.

After a few minutes, I knew that I was going to do it. I stood up and took off my clothes.

I approached Mark and kneeling down, gently stroked the cleft of his buttocks and then his scrotum.

My voice seemed to catch in my throat as I said, “I think I want to fuck your ass. OK?”

He stopped sucking Paul’s cock long enough to look over his shoulder and say, “I want you to.”

“I don’t have any condoms.”

“Don’t need them,” Paul said, “He was a virgin before me. And you and I are both clean, I know that. You may need this though.” He rummaged through the nearby pocket of his pants and tossed me a small bottle. Astroglide.

In spite of my paranoia about STDs, I was certain Paul was right, and I was also caught up in the moment.

I squeezed out a glob of astroglide into Mark’s ass crack and used a finger to work it into the hole. I squeezed another dollup onto my cock and began to spread it by slowly jerking.

I lined my dick up with Mark’s asshole and he became still, waiting for the moment. I slowly eased my cock head between his buttocks and began pushing into his anus.

“You don’t have to be that gentle,” Mark said from around Paul’s cock, “Paul and I have done it much rougher than that.”

Taking his word for it, I thrust in. There was that almost “pop” as my cock head penetrated his sphincter ring. I went in almost nuts deep on the first stroke.

I had expected a cry if pain from Mark. Instead, he moaned deeply.

Encouraged, I began to fuck him vigorously. I put both hands on his shoulders and began thrusting his body against mine.

My eyes had been fixed at the point at which my body was joining Mark’s, but when I looked up, Paul was staring directly at me and our eyes met. Mark was still sucking his cock. It was intensely erotic, much more so even than our sharing of Amber. I could not describe exactly then, and cannot even now, except to say that it was powerfully exciting. I came almost instantly, holding my body still, I continued to ram Mark down on my cock as spurt after spurt of my cum shot up his ass, until I slumped over his back.

Out of curiosity more than anything I suppose, I let my hand slip off his shoulder, down his body, and underneath to grasp his cock, which was massively hard. I felt his cock head and wriggled my fingers in the pre-cum flowing from it. Then I began stroking it.

I could not believe how turned on I was by the feeling of his hard dick.

My dick quickly hardened again and I squirted some Astroglide on my other hand so that I could use both to pump Mark’s enormous cock, while I fucked him a second time.

His asshole was well lubricated by this time and I slammed my hips against his buttocks as hard as I needed to. At the same time, I was working his cock with both hands. Stroking up and down, using fingers, and playing with his balls.

Then, I formed an “O” with the thumb and index finger of my right hand, that I squeezed up and down the head of his cock, tightly, while I pumped with my left hand. This was a favourite masturbation technique of mine and it proved to be effective on Mark.

He gave loose a shuddering howl as his balls tensed and his cock began to pulse, shooting forth what semen he had left after the last couple of days.

It also cause his sphincter to tighten, and I came in his ass for the second time.

Paul was the only one that hadn’t yet busted a nut. He came over and jerked off on Mark’s face.

After that, we slept.

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Diego had driven himself home, but it was well into the afternoon when he finally arrived. His wife, Suzanna, met him at the door. “You know I was about to call the police.” The light-skinned Hispanic woman was holding a cup of coffee while wearing a bathrobe. She stood at nearly the same height as her husband, staring down the former Master Sergeant.

“I’m sure.”

Suzanna threw her coffee in his face as she shoved her husband inside their mansion.

Diego’s hands were trembling. The coffee had not been boiling hot, but the shock of her action was enough to throw him off guard.

“Well, I know you’re not above doing some really messed up shit behind my back!”

After two decades of marriage, Diego was used to her anger. “I apologize.” Without another word, he made his way to the bathroom. He looked in the medicine cabinet for his anxiety and pain medications. But when he reached for his pills, Diego made the horrifying discovery: every bottle was empty. “Suzanna, do you know what happened to my pills?”

“I hid them.”

“You hid my medications?”

“Yes, I did,” she answered in a matter-of-fact tone. Suzanna walked over to a pile of blankets that she then dumped on the floor. “You will be sleeping on the sofa tonight and for the foreseeable future.” It was clear she expected her husband to make his own bed.

That night, Diego suffered a seizure. At least he assumed that was what happened. He awoke the next morning wearing clothing soaked with urine. His head was pounding with a migraine, his body shivering with chills.

Suzanna appeared with a breakfast tray containing four Valium pills and a steaming cup of coffee. “Take these. We have a meeting in an hour with a major landowner from Montana. I can’t have you looking like trash.”

Diego struggled to sit up. Having been left alone in the living room, the night prior, he had drunk himself to sleep. So now the room was spinning.

He flinched as his wife held his hand. “I love you, Diego. You know I don’t mean to hurt you. You’re all I have.” She kissed him softly on his cheek. “Now go make yourself presentable.”

Diego took a shower. As the cold water hit his face his eyes filled with tears. This wasn’t what he wanted; to suffer through a loveless marriage. But he owed it to her to stay. He’d said his vows before God, and he needed to stand by those vows. He knew her heart was filled with sadness for the loss of their son. His role, as a husband, was to carry the weight of her pain. No matter the cost.

The next few days went by without incident. Suzanna kept his medications in her private safe and doled them out as she saw fit. This was all on the condition that Diego did not leave the house for any reason.

He was allowed on his computer only as needed. Both his phone and email accounts were being monitored. So Diego spent the majority of his time in his home gym, surviving on bottled water, vitamins and protein powder.

A week went by. Diego was becoming all too aware of the declining state of his health. His only hope for salvation was the fact that his student, Sara, knew his medical appointment schedule. Her boyfriend, Johnny, was a paramedic. Eventually, the young couple would come to Diego’s mansion to check in on him.

When Diego took off his shirt to begin on the bench press machine, he noticed a series silivri escort of mysterious bruises on his stomach. The dark marks were painful to the touch. Had Suzanna attacked him as he slept? He didn’t want to consider such a possibility. Diego got on the machine and set the weight. He started his reps, feeling the strain in his muscles when suddenly the world went black.

Diego awoke in a hospital bed. As he opened his eyes he could feel a woman’s hand. He instinctively flinched in terror.

“It’s me, it’s Sara.”

Diego breathed a sigh of relief. His student Sara was by his side. Her long blonde hair was pulled in to a ponytail, highlighting her doll-like features.

Johnny stood in the corner of the room. His expression was one of frustration and anger. It was clear he had been the one to comfort Sara as Diego lay unconscious. “We’re going to get you out of here. You’re going to stay with my cousin Remy for a while.”

Diego nodded. “How did I get here?”

Johnny sighed. “Suzanna wasn’t going to let us in the house, but she got a little worried when even she didn’t know where you were. She let us in to go search for you, and when we found you in the gym me and Sara: we kind of kidnapped you.”

Sara rolled her eyes. “What Johnny is trying to say is, we left without telling Suzanna we had located you.”

Johnny pulled up a chair. “Here’s what’s going to happen; Remy’s clinic is recognized as a licensed medical facility by the state…”

“Rain Down Temple is a licensed medical facility?”

“Yes,” Johnny continued. “My cousin treats live-in patients, mainly hospice cases, but it’s a legal hospital, and he is legally a doctor. I’m going to put in for the transfer. All I need from you is to sign on the line.”

Diego agreed. He was taken by ambulance to Remy’s clinic. After being placed in a private room, he was stripped of his hospital clothing and given a thick robe to wear. It felt heavy but at the same time warm like a blanket.

“It’s a weighted robe, made from the same material as weighted blankets, used to treat anxiety,” Remy said from the doorway. The young doctor was dressed casually in a baggy shirt and sweatpants as if on his way to meditate. With his long dark brown hair hung loosely over his shoulders, Remy looked like a sexy Jesus. “How are you, Diego?”

“I’m good, Doctor. You?”

Remy chuckled. “Doctors work at hospitals, I’m just Remy, man.” He was holding a thermos. “Have some tea.” Remy took a seat on the bed and poured Diego took the cup of dark liquid.

It smelled savory yet sweet like cinnamon and chocolate. Diego paused, to savor the pleasant aroma before taking a sip.

“It will help cleanse the toxins from your blood. Did the doctor at the hospital say why you passed out?”

“No, I assume the answer lies somewhere in my paperwork.” Diego took a sip, then another. “And thank you for the tea, the smell reminds me of something my mother used to make.” Diego pursed his lips as tears filled his eyes. “How did my life go so wrong?”

Remy placed his hand on Diego’s shoulder. “Johnny told me what happened. Why do you let your wife hurt you?”

Diego sighed, as he finished off the cup of tea. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“No one deserves to be stuck in an abusive relationship for over twenty years.”

Diego tuzla escort shook his head. “My father told me to never hit a woman, not even in self-defense. It is our role as men to simply understand. And I understand my wife’s anger.” His eyes shot open. Diego gripped his chest in pain, he was having trouble breathing.

“There’s nothing wrong with your heart, it’s all in your head.”

“Please, I can’t breathe.”

“You’re going to be fine. I need you to trust me.”

“Ok,” Diego muttered. But what did Remy mean by ‘trust me’?

Remy kissed his forehead. “Once the tea takes hold, and your body is cleansed I’ll begin the anal massage.”

“Once the tea takes hold?” Suddenly the pain in his chest moved to his stomach. The tea was a laxative.

Diego threw off the robe and darted from the bed. He gripped his stomach in pain as he sat on the toilet.

“Just relax,” Remy said, standing in the doorway. “Since you weren’t given solid food while at the hospital the tea should be sufficient.”

“Is this your idea of a joke?” Diego exclaimed.

“Not at all, this is my idea of healing.” Remy shut the door. “Clean yourself and meet me back on the bed.”

Despite the pain in his stomach he finished his business, washed his hands and splashed water on his face.

He opened the door to find Remy naked. The man’s tan skin was softly illuminated by the light of the window. “Lay on your stomach.”

Diego was too exhausted to argue. He laid himself face down, resting his head on his hands. He assumed he could sleep through whatever massage Remy had planned. He felt Remy’s warm hands on his shoulder, stroking gently down his back. But when Remy’s hands reached Diego’s ass, he felt the moist touch of baby wipes. He clenched his eyes shut, humiliated at being treated like a child. He felt the wipes rubbing against his skin as Remy thoroughly cleaned him. And then Diego felt something colder, wetter. It was lube. He could feel Remy’s fingers inside him, first one then two, massaging his prostate with just the right amount of pressure. He buried his face into the blanket as the deep, intense pleasure emanated throughout his body.

“Get on your knees,” Remy’s voice was a soft, silky whisper.

Arms trembling, Diego did as he asked. He rose up onto his knees, ass spread for Remy to do with as he pleased. Diego felt Remy’s other hand massaging his testicles as they grew heavy with cum. Then he felt lips.

First was a soft kiss on Diego’s left thigh, followed by a nibble and then a lick. Remy withdrew his fingers. With both hands, he gripped Diego’s thighs.

Diego’s elbows buckled as he felt a tongue. Remy was using his mouth to create suction as his tongue probed deep. Diego struggled to remain balanced but, his cock was throbbing. He needed a release. “Please, Remy.”

“Please what?” Remy asked as he removed his tongue. He got on the bed behind Diego pressing his hard member to his lover’s hole. “Do you want my cock?”

“Yes…” Diego’s body tensed. He could feel Remy slip his cock slowly into his hole, going inch by inch. Diego could feel himself opening, his body craving more.

“I want you to desire me, to feel it through every muscle in your body. I want you to devour me until we become one. Only then will I give you what you want.” Remy üsküdar escort continued to fuck him slowly, making Diego beg for every thrust. Then he just stopped. Remy began to massage Diego’s legs. “You’re shivering.” He reached under to grip Diego’s cock at the base of the shaft. But instead of moving forward his hand moved backward caressing Diego’s testicles.

Diego gasped for air, he could feel his knees about to buckle.

“Just relax, take it all in.” Remy moaned, his cock still moving with slow, deliberate motions. He moved his hand slowly up Diego’s shaft to the tip, lubing his fingers with pre-cum. “I changed my mind, I want you on your side.” Remy pulled out of Diego’s ass. He scooted himself up until he was straddling Deigo’s face.

As Diego turned his head, the moist tip of Remy’s cock brushed against his waiting lips. He grabbed Remy’s hips, hungrily devouring him: this was an act of power. It was clear Remy wanted to play games. But Diego was no one’s submissive, he wanted to make him come: he wanted to make Remy beg. Diego deep throated Remy’s cock, latching on to his lover’s manhood with as much strength as he could muster.

Remy took hold of Diego’s cock and soon both men were sucking each other off. Whatever Diego did, Remy matched him stroke for stroke. It was as if they were one creature, locked into a continuous loop of intense pleasure.

With one hand Diego gripped Remy’s thigh, while with the other he prepared to finger his ass. Diego could hear the young doctor cry out as he inserted one saliva-covered finger, then another. He could tell Remy was close to climax. So close, in fact, he was struggling to keep his mouth on Diego’s cock.

“God, Diego, you need to learn to play fair.”

Remy’s moans inspired Diego to choke down his cock with renewed vigor until he finally tasted the salty sweetness of his lover’s cum. Diego shot his load not long after. Exhausted, he laid his head back, as Remy switched positions.

“Hey big guy,” Remy whispered seductively in his ear. “I think we could both use a shower.”

“I would have to agree.”

Remy took Diego’s hand, helping him off of the bed. “I want you to look at something.” On the door of the bathroom was a full-length mirror. “You know why I have a mirror here?”

Diego looked at their sweat-covered bodies. He had seen the mirror earlier but paid it no mind. “Manscaping?” he asked with a smirk.

Remy chuckled. “Nah, I’m part Hawaiian, so when it comes to lack of body hair, I’m naturally blessed. Kinda like your gorgeous self.” He kissed Diego’s neck. “But no, the real reason I have a mirror here is to receive positive affirmations.” Diego watched as Remy looked in the mirror at his own reflection. “I am a healer, I am a lover, I am a human being worthy of this life. You try.”

Diego looked at his nude body reflected in the mirror. But as he did his eyes went straight to his wedding ring. “I-I don’t know what I am.”

“You’re a father to your children both the one in heaven and the one still on earth. You’re a soldier, a teacher, a friend.” Remy put his arms around Diego, his head resting on his shoulder. “You are worthy of love, but more importantly you are worthy of power.”

Diego swallowed hard. He now understood the point of the exercise.

Remy kissed his shoulder. “Will you stay with me? I’ll take care of you. I’ll love you.” He drifted his hand down Diego’s chest until it rested just above his limp cock. “I’ll teach you how to reclaim your power as a lover and as a man.”

Diego closed his eyes and replied with a barely noticeable shrug. He had to admit, the idea sounded appealing.

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It was always a fantasy of mine to model for an artist. I do not think I really cared where the artwork would go, be it for personal use or to be on display for the world to see. It wasn’t the fame or glory that I cared about. There is something exciting about striking a pose for someone to examine you in all your glory and imperfection, capturing your details into another form. Clay, paint, photos, charcoal drawing, all of it excited me. I could care or less about the immortalizing effect. I just wanted to stand, sit, or position myself in some awkward stop-motion pose and let the artist do his or her work. But then, I was too chicken to really volunteer.

I was in college at the time and was majoring in psychology, nothing at all artistic, but I enjoyed sketching as a hobby and would get together with a group of other like-minded amateurs to do figure work. One person from the group would volunteer, disrobe, and strike a series of poses for the five or six others to draw in whatever media they chose. While I was asked from time to time, I always declined. Maybe I’m just self-conscious about my looks, figuring it would be like when I’m at the doctor’s office during a physical and my penis shrinks like a turtle’s head in a time of danger.

Mind you, this was twenty years ago. No digital photos, just everything the old fashioned way. My friend, Terry, was up today, volunteering to model for us.

I don’t know if anyone else felt the same way, but I loved when he was up. His body was lean, and he had awesome muscle definition, and beautiful abs. I was so jealous since as much as I hit the gym, I could never achieve such definition. I figured my admiration for him was out of my fascination with the human figure, nothing gay or sexual since I was still in denial at the time. I mean, it was just a love for the aesthetics of our humanity, right? The last pose of the night, the last of three in an hour, was a tough one where he held this pose like Apollo drawing an arrow and aiming for the sun, kneeling with his back toward the class. His back muscles simply gorgeous and his firm buttocks tense in such a flexed position. You could see his balls hanging low just below the view of his ass. Though no one paid any attention to what I was focusing on, I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed at where I was staring, and was glad my jeans concealed my semi-erection.

At the end of the session we cleaned up while Terry put his clothes back on, loose sweat pants and old t-shirt. Just as I finished gathering my large sketchbook into my portfolio case, Terry came over to me.

“Hey, great session today. I loved that last pose of yours! You looked like a Greek God. You have some real talent,” I said trying not to sound like a gushing teenage girl.

“Thanks, Tom! You know, you should try posing for the class some time. Everyone else has. Seriously, what are you worried about? No one here is supermodel material. It’s the flaws we have that make the art interesting.”

“Yeah, I know. I guess I still feel a little weird about doing it myself.”

“How about this, then. I didn’t get a chance to draw anything tonight since I was up modeling. How about you pose for me at my place? I promise I won’t tease you no matter how deformed you are!” Terry smiled that toothy grin of his at me with that last jibe.

I smacked the back of my hand against his shoulder (man, he has some nice muscle there compared to my bony shoulders), “Yeah, gee, thanks for the confidence builder!” After I pause, I almost couldn’t believe I was saying it loud, but continued, “Well, maybe… ” I have to admit, I was getting tingly with anticipating trying. I couldn’t even undress in the High School lockerroom as a teenager without trying to hide everything. The other guys would walk around with their junk flipping and avşa escort flopping around like it was nothing, while I cowered in the corner concealing whatever I could. I was always a skinny kid, and though I have gained some muscle over the years, it was nothing all that athletic looking.

“Good,” said Terry, “then it’s a done deal. Come on over, I think you’ll enjoy it. It’s actually quite liberating to be able to stand before others in the nude. Be proud of your uniqueness!”

Well no turning back now. Last thing I need for my self-esteem is to be called a pussy. “Okay, I’ll give it a shot.” The funny thing is, I wasn’t even thinking of sex at all. I didn’t think Terry rolled that way, and honestly at the time I didn’t think I did, either.

We arrived at his college apartment just off-campus, and after some arranging of furniture to make room in his efficiency apartment, he set up a drafting easel near the kitchenette to give some space and placing the lighting to make for some good shadows. He sat down and arranged his charcoal pencils. “Well? You still okay with this?”

“I think I can handle it.” I replied, and proceeded to take off my shirt and jeans. I was so worried that the nervousness would make my penis shrivel up, which I would be thoroughly embarrassed about, but that wasn’t the case at all. As I removed my jockey shorts, my cock flopped out, still, well, semi-hard. Oh shit… I tried to hide it by casually holding my removed clothes in front of me at crotch level. If Terry noticed, he didn’t let on to it.

“Okay, so how about for the first pose, something simple. Hmm… how about you just stand facing away from me with your hands on your head, like you’re enjoying the sun at the beach?” Terry requested, and I quickly complied. Nice save, whew!

I stood there with my hands on my head, arching my back with my legs slightly spread. How vulnerable this feels, yet it’s exhilarating! I have no idea what he thinks of my body, but it feels so free, bereft of clothing, and knowing he’s staring at the details of my posterior. My heart pounded in my chest and I could feel a little sweat forming on my back and chest, whether from nervousness or exertion from the posing, I couldn’t tell. It seemed like an eternity, but Terry finally broke the silence.

“Awesome. See? It ain’t so bad, right?”

“It’s okay, I guess,” I responded sheepishly, though the feeling was incredible.

“Alright, so now let’s try something a little more brazen. How about you lie down on the carpet, resting your head on your elbow and keep one leg bent with your knee up.” Oo, a little more risqué but, okay, I think I can deal with that. Plus I’d be relaxing instead of standing. Wow, that last pose got my arms tired. I lay down on the floor as he asked.

“No, Tom, I meant for you to face me this time.” Oh. I tried a surreptitious glance down to see if my cock went back to normal size, and it was a little better, not too excited.

“Um, okay…” I flipped around and went into position. I could feel the tip of my cock grazing the floor. I tried my best not to let that excite things any worse.

Terry worked concentrating away on the sketch, and I could swear he was spending a lot of time looking at my crotch. I was positioned such that he had a good view of my cock and balls, but also the bottom of my ass crack from my leg raised. Why were these thoughts going through my head? That’s crazy, why would he have any interest like that? Why am I thinking about it? I’m not gay. I mean, yeah, I’ve had some fantasies, and it intrigues me a little, I guess, but, oh crap. I could feel my cock growing stiffer. Why am I thinking about this??? Oh my god, this is so embarrassing! What should I say? Do I pass it off like nothing’s happening? Do I cover it up? Oh man.

“Alright, ayvalık escort Tom. One last one. This time I want you to lean on the couch from a standing position, one leg on the couch, your foot on the floor.” What? What a weird position.

“That sounds like something out of a porno movie. Are you sure?”

“Don’t be silly. It’s fine. It’s just the human figure. It’s not girly or anything,” Terry answered matter-of-factly.

“Well, okay. As long as you’re not doing this to make fun of me.”

“Of course not! Tom, I love drawing your body. I see you as very masculine. Aren’t you enjoying the posing experience?”

“I have to admit it, but yeah. Okay.” I answered back as I took on the pose. Just to tease as a joke, I spread my legs just a little wider than I thought he wanted, making it look like I was waiting to be taken from behind.

“Perfect! Hold that pose!” Terry exclaimed. What? Seriously? Man, whatever floats his boat. He wants to get a good look at my asshole, that’s his choice.

While holding the position, my ass cheeks just slightly spread from this awkward position, I couldn’t help but feel excited. My face was flushed as I realized my boner was just about as stiff as could be, but maybe it wasn’t so obvious since gravity was pulling it down, right? Terry probably didn’t notice. But why was I thinking that? Do I want him to notice? I’m getting totally excited bent over this couch, my legs spread, inviting who knows what. Oh man, this is weird. What the hell am I doing? And why in the world am I getting off on thinking about it? What’s going—

Just as I was finishing that thought, I could feel Terry’s hands on my hips. I froze still, not knowing how I should react. Do I violently push him away and call him a freak? No, I’m enjoying this feeling. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I respond to his caress and shift my ass out closer to his presence behind me. I feel the warmth of his cock through his sweatpants pressing against my two bare ass cheeks. He moves his hands along my torso, reaching around to caress my nipples. What an amazing sensation! My cock stiffens to full glory as his fingers move in tiny circles around my nipples, playfully pinching them as I feel his breath on my neck. He kisses my neck and gently continues his kissing up my neck and to my ears. I reach my arms behind me over my head to feel his head and encourage him to be close with me. His scent is intoxicating. He nibbles my ear and I let in an involuntary breath. This feels so good, but why? I never had been with a man before, but this feels so right.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this, but please don’t stop,” I found myself saying to him. He gently turned me around onto the couch and lay on top of me. Wordlessly, he smiled and brought his face forward to kiss me. His sandy brown hair brushing my cheek and his lips parted to let his tongue extend into me and I responded in kind, our tongues and lips sliding and shifting with one another as I let the passion flow through me.

I pulled his shirt off to feel his moderately hairy chest press against my skin, and I could feel his warm cock pressing through his sweatpants against my exposed crotch. As we continued to kiss, I helped him slide his pants down and we were squirming against each other, both of us now completely nude. Our cocks and balls now pressed against each other as we grind our hips together in unison. He started to work his way down to flick his tongue against my nipples while stroking my cock. The feeling was amazing and I didn’t want him to stop. After a minute or two, he continued to work his way down, and licked the head of my cock. I never received a blowjob from my girlfriends before, and oh my god was I ever missing out! He gently opened his mouth to take me in, and he had the first bafra escort few inches of my 6 inch cock in his mouth while pumping with his hand wrapped around the base. I heard of “toe-curling” orgasms before, but never imagined it to be so literal. I was on the verge of coming when Terry suddenly stopped. He shifted his body around as thought to do sixtynine so that I could get a magnificent view of his cock, balls, and ass all at once.

Oh, I guess he meant for me to participate as well! I cupped the upper part of his thighs with my hands and guided the tip of his cock to my face. Never had I had such a close up view before. The scent of his pubic hair was pleasant and I welcomed his cock into my mouth as deep as I could without gagging. His low hanging balls moved up and down off my nose with gyration of his hips. I loved the sensation of his warm cock against my tongue, my eyes looking straight into the stare of his butthole. I could hold it back no longer and exploded streams of cum into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down without fail through my entire orgasm. My eyes must have rolled back into my head because the feeling was amazing as he swallowed it all. Once the pulses of my cock ceased, Terry lifted his head away licking my cum from his lips, and continued to fuck my face for several minutes.

Terry then gently eased himself off of me. I was out of breath and remained motionless on my back as he moved around to the other side. He must have been preparing this event all along because he pulled out a small bottle of lubricant and a condom from the side of the couch. He lifted one of my legs up to rest on his shoulder as he squeezed out a healthy amount of lube and spread it all over his erection. I was still in a state of confusion not sure what was going on, but holy shit, is he planning to fuck me in the ass? I am pretty naïve, and I never thought it was going to go to this point. Before I could say anything in protest, Terry took a lubed up finger and gently teased my anus.

“Relax, this might feel a little weird at first. Trust me. Are we okay?” he said, all the while circling his slippery middle finger around my hole.

I didn’t know what to do other than nod my head silently. I mean, this is as taboo as you get (little did I know how much further I could and would go). He pressed his digit into me, and I thought it would hurt more, but it just felt strange, rather than painful. He rotated it around, gently helping my anus to relax. After a minute or two of coaxing my butthole, he removed his finger and eased his still completely hard cock into me. He eased it in an inch at a time, pausing, moving back and forth a little bit, then pushing deeper. I thought I was going to burst, but eventually I felt him all the way in, his balls gently resting against my asscheeks. He leaned forward to kiss me, and as our tongues met, the pain disappeared. I could feel him slowly pumping me back and forth. Short strokes at first, then lengthening the stroke. It started to feel different, pleasant even. It was different from anything I had ever experienced, and I knew then I wanted to experience this again and again. I could truly say I loved this man and wanted to share these experiences together throughout the future.

Terry’s thrusting started to gain momentum and his breathing heavy. I grabbed his buttocks and helped press him into me with each thrust. His arms held me tight as he thrust faster and faster. He pulled his glistening cock out of me and quickly slid off the condom. He pressed his cock against mine, adding some more lubricant as he rocked back and forth, sliding his cock against my own. With a forceful kiss and heavy breathing through his nose I felt him go into the throes of orgasm. I squeezed his ass hard as hot cum shot across my belly, spurting powerfully several times. He lay there on top of me, still breathing hard, our pubic hair pressed together in a wet mess of cum, sweat, and lubricant.

I closed my eyes as we lay there in our embrace, his face pressed against my cheek. I smiled knowing this was the first of many such experiences to come.

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I had grown tired of the project. I sat at work; outside it was dark already.

“See you tomorrow Gary.” Said Jim, as he opened and closed my office door.

“See you Jim.” I shouted after him.

My eyes were stinging from the computer screen, and I rubbed my eyes. My girlfriend was at home waiting for me, but I’d already told her I’d be late home. The office door opened.

“Still here huh?” Said Martin, as he sat on the edge of my desk. Martin was my colleague from the next office.

I leaned back in my chair. “Unfortunately. You going home?”

He shook his head. “No, still got things to do. Just taking a break.”

“I think I might go get a coffee.”

Martin walked behind me and started massaging my shoulders.

“Martin, what are you doing?”

“Oh, you need to relax, you’re all tense.”

“Erm, Martin, I think I’ll get my girlfriend anamur escort to sort that out, thanks.”

Then Martin slid his hands down my chest. “Don’t be so silly Gary.” He said, as he started nibbling on my neck. He slid his hand down to my crotch and started massaging it.

“AH! Seriously Martin, I’m not like that. Stop.” I complained.

He kissed my ear. “Shush baby. Don’t worry, everything will be okay.” He continued to kiss my earlobe and neck. With his hands, he opened my fly. My dick flopped out, rock hard. “Ah, don’t like it huh?”

“Don’t Martin, come on, stop.”

He continued to rub my dick. “Stand up.” I did. He pulled by trouser down and sat me on the table. He then took my penis in his mouth and sucked it.

“Martin, don’t please!”

“Looks like someone’s having fun here!” It was Jim; he had come back!

“Jim, antakya escort this isn’t how it looks.” I pleaded.

Jim just walked over to me and started to kiss my neck.

“Gary, lean over and put your hands on this chair.” I did. Martin put his penis in my mouth. I didn’t do anything.

Martin said, “Gary, lick and suck up and down the shaft. Think about your own penis when someone does it to you.”

He stroked my hair, reassuring me that it would be nice. So I followed his instructions and sucked. Then I felt Jim licking my arsehole. I felt his tongue go in me. Then he stopped. All of a sudden I felt his penis press into me.

“OOOOWWWW!!!!” I screamed! “That hurts, don’t do it.”

“Shush, it will be okay.” Jim said.

He pushed his penis all the way in and started pumping me. It felt amazing. He pumped in and out atakum escort of me while I sucked on Martin’s dick. This went on for about five minutes, until both came up my bottom. Jim disappeared for a few moments. I was too busy cleaning up Martin’s dick! He cum was so tasty!!!! I loved it!

“See,” he said, pulling me up to French kiss with him. “That wasn’t so bad now was it?”

“No,” I smiled, “it was lovely, thank you. Are you going to have my bottom now?”

He smiled. “Yes, if you want me to?”

“Of course.” I said, and I kissed him hard, again.

He stood behind me and pushed in easily. “You feel so good, so tight, but so warm.” He said. “Jim’s cum is in here, it’s lovely.”

As Martin fucked my bottom, Jim walked back in with a clean dick and asked me to blow him.

“Gladly,” I said.

We spent the rest of the evening fucking. When I got home, I told my girlfriend everything.

“Thanks for being honest. Did you like it?” She asked.

“I loved it. I love having my bottom filled.”

“Good. Then maybe we can find you a bi-sexual boyfriend who I can make love with too.” She said.

We did…but that’s another story.

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I

Around the living room, Cole raked his irises of honey-brown. Never had he seen so many matched items and polished surfaces. No wonder Rick wanted his other property painted pronto—to pay for the goodies of this house with the rent income of that apartment.

“Would you look at that screen?” Rick said. He sat up on his black loveseat of leather. “Our first baseman is switch-hitting.”

Tod’s soft-spoken voice sounded abruptly curt. “Don’t start with that.”

“What,” Rick uttered.

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

“You’re right,” Rick pattered like an automaton. “So I’ll come out and say it. Number 22 is horny as the pigs; he has obviously failed to find a chick on the diamond; and he is thus searching for a dude to fuck.”

“Would you show some respect for our guest?” Tod said.

“I’m sure Cole can take a lewd joke,” Rick said. He turned left his squarish face of light cream and gave Cole a coquettish eye.

Cole spoke with a Tennessee drawl, one that was three times thicker than Tod’s Piedmont drawl and Rick’s brogue. Offhandedly, Cole said, “I can take a joke.”

“That’s my buddy,” Rick said and slapped Cole’s swarthy thigh.

Who would have known? Cole thought. Tod, the blond fresh out of high school, was acting mature relative to Rick, the dark-haired manager of a workout center. Tod even refrained from lolling back on his cream recliner of waxy leather. Rick, by contrast, had his legs on the glass coffee table, black hiking boots and all. If anyone was showing consideration for Cole, it was Tod.

Cole swigged some beer out of his glass bottle.

“See?” Rick said. “My talk is inciting Cole. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he wants to suck dick.”

“Watch it!” Cole said.

“Don’t take it personally,” Rick protested. “We’re all loaded as that player.” Rick wrapped his lips around the head of his glass bottle.

Petulantly, Tod sucked his incisors of porcelain white.

Rick slipped his lips off the neck of his bottle. This made the sound of air escaping the unfastening lid of a jug of water. “There,” Rick said. “We’re even now.”

What, Cole wondered, would his wife say if she knew whom Cole was hanging out with? If only Sheena’s mother weren’t so ill. Sheena would then have returned from Kentucky; she would have brought back Sheena and Cole’s little boy; and the three would no longer be separated. As for Cole’s side of the family, Cole could only guess: what if his parents and older brother hadn’t pressured him to conform to their way of doing things? Then, Cole wouldn’t have to stay away from them—especially, on weekends—and he wouldn’t be hobnobbing with Tod and Rick. Only Cole’s younger brother and younger sister accepted him despite the mistakes Cole had made through his teens and most of his twenties. Cole’s younger siblings, however, lived under the same roof as his crucifiers.

Rick croaked, “I can lend you my wife, you know.”

“You’re bluffin’,” Cole said.

“I’m serious,” Rick replied in a rapidly rising tone.

“Jeepers creepers,” Jennifer said.

Cole nearly flinched, but he managed to smoothly turn left his oval face.

Jennifer clacked onto the white mega-tiles of the family room. Her scent of jasmine prickled Cole’s narrow nostrils.

Cole’s tight chest pulsed as if a bass drum were beating in the bedroom behind him.

Jennifer lipped, “You duds just won’t let up on Cole.”

“Hey!” Rick said, his voice verging on drunk. “We’re only taking a hard break from a hard week.”

“Cole is married, for the love of God,” Jennifer said. “In a closed marriage.”

“Cole’s wife doesn’t have to know a thing,” Rick said, “and you, my wife, can have plenty of fun with him.”

“Do you really think I would betray one of my sisters?” Jennifer said.

“Don’t come to us with your feminist crap,” Rick said. “You’re the gal who coaxed me into swinging. Now, you want to see Cole remain monogamous?”

“Don’t get smart with me,” Jennifer said. “I introduced you to nonmonogamy with girls and guys who were all single—not married with a 2-year-old son.”

Silence washed over the sunlit room like the sound wake of a passing jeep. Tod, however, fidgeted in his cream recliner.

The quiet rippled away like butterflies to a breeze.

Tod mumbled as if he had marbles in his mouth. “You can’t tell Cole’s wife we had this conversation.”

“I’m no tattletale,” Jennifer said. “What you do is your business. But I won’t be party to it.”

“To each his own,” Rick said. He raised his beer bottle as if to a toast.

Every part of Jennifer’s froze in annoyance—her dark orbs, her round nose, the freckles on her pale cheeks; the oval contour of her girlish face; and her gloved arms of black velvet and stockinged legs of black nylon.

Jennifer unfroze. “If I catch or hear of you luring Cole into something immoral, you’ll have to make do without my vagina.”

“For how long?” Rick said in jest.

“For as long as you guys alsancak escort are doing … whatever it is you’re thinking about doing. I’ll be with my girlfriends.”

With that, Jennifer spun toward the white screens of the shoji. Her shoulder-long curls of black flipped toward the paper panels of the room divider. Jennifer disappeared behind the checkered multifold. The front door of oakwood whiffled open. And her black low-heels of padded leather crackled on the walkway like the clicks of an electric range switched on cold.

Had it not been for the door spring, the front door would have slammed shut.

“I won’t have a girl tell me what I can and can’t do,” Rick said. He turned his attached earlobes right. “Are you with me?”

Tod’s hazel irises moved as if following a Ping-Pong ball. In a muse, they bounced from Rick’s baby blues to the glinting floor, from the white mega-tiles to the bamboos perpendicular to the big screen TV, and from the greenery back to Rick’s eyes.

Rick’s voice rumbled. “I said, ‘are you with me?'”

Tod jiggered his toned shoulders. “I guess.”

Tod’s words pounded Cole’s stomach like a boxing glove a punching bag.

Rick turned his shaved face left, and he jolted up his dimpled chin at Cole.

Dick sucking? Wife sharing? Cole had no choice but to feign ignorance—at least, until he had the chance to think things over on his own. “What are you talkin’ about?”

“I’m talking about doing some serious rock ‘n roll,” Rick said. Toward the end of his sentence, he jerked off the neck of his bottle.

How Cole hated being backed to the corner like this. “If you’re talkin’ about sowin’ our oats, I’ll have to pass.”

“Have?” Rick said.

“I’m a married man,” Cole answered.

“Is your wife giving you pussy?”

Cole puffed a laugh. “You don’t wanna know.”

“Tell me,” Rick pressed.

Once more, Cole was going down in life. “After the baby was born, ma wife lost her … sexual appetite.”

“I knew it,” Rick said, snapping two fingers. “When was the last time you fucked her?”

The cool room doubled in temperature, and the scent of perfumed apples intensified—compliment of Jennifer’s candles burning in the foyer. Cole’s mutter was a tad louder than the chatter of the spectators on the television. “Ain’t you gonna watch the game?”

“Was it a week ago?” Rick said, twirling his hands around each other as if they were a couple of pinwheels. “A month ago?”

“I haven’t been intimate with ma wife in … three months.”

“Holy Moly!” Rick said, marching to his black hiking boots. “A stud like you?” Rick turned his sharp nose back. “Tod, we have to do something about this dude.”

Cole rose from the black loveseat of leather. The jute fibers of Cole’s sandy-brown hair riffled on his strong shoulders. “I can take care of ma self.”

Rick turned his sharp nose back front. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

Cole glanced from Rick’s black pants of cotton to Tod’s pale blue jeans. Only Cole was showing the skin of his legs. This accentuated Cole’s discomfort. Cole drawled, “Just make sure you pay me on Thursday.”

“As soon as I get those tenants to sign that lease,” Rick said. “Incidentally, you did a great paint job on the inside of that apartment.”

Cole looked at Tod so as to say: This guy needs to screw some nuts upstairs.

Tod bid Cole a dopey nod. Then, Tod grasped the lapels of the brown jacket of suede he was wearing.

Cole noticed the red lining of Tod’s car coat. The red satin of the inside and the brown suede of the outside combined well with Tod’s hazel irises and with his short and tidy hair of dishwater blond.

Cole brushed his eyes over the fuzzy parting at the front of Tod’s hair. Cole brought the leading edge of his hand to his forehead and offed the thing to Tod in salute. “Enjoy the game.”

II

Walking up the driveway, Cole felt uneasy. On the one hand, he needed to get paid. On the other hand, being around Rick was something no straight man would do—particularly, one who was married. Cole would leave as soon as he got Rick’s check. So Cole assured himself. Moreover, the young man concluded, he would never return to the approaching house.

Cole snatched off his black sunglasses.

The white cobblestones of Rick’s bungalow gleamed in the morning sun.

Cole squinted and turned his stubbled face left.

The grass of the front lawn sheened with viridescence.

Again, Cole squinnied. He straightened his head and entered Rick’s garage.

The rear of Rick’s silver pickup faced Cole, its glossy metal the stuff of car ads. Even the tailpipe glinted with the hue of mountain water.

Cole stomped one of his brown brogans as if shaking snow off it.

Rick stuck his head out from under his hood. “Hey, bud!”

Cole stepped further into the garage.

Rick neared Cole and extended a blackened hand.

Cole shook it. “Looks lak your truck needs altıeylül escort some fixin’.”

“The battery came loose,” Rick said.

Cole chuckled. “Not on the interstate, I hope.”

“Nah,” Rick said. “It happened as I bumped onto the driveway.”

“You’re lucky,” Cole said. “The wires in ma van would never withstand a drav over terrain lak that.” Cole glimpsed back to emphasize the curb that preceded Rick’s driveway. “Even without bumpin’ over that, I may have to replace ma spark plugs.”

“I can get you some, if you want,” Rick said.

“I’d rather not replace ma spark plugs, yet,” Cole replied.

“Why not?”

“My engine hasn’t turned off on the road, although it’s showin’ signs,” Cole said. “Besides, the moment you start pullin’ out things under the hood, more things get out of whack. Before you know it, you gotta retrofit the ignition coil, the distributor, oxygen sensors—”

“I disagree,” Rick interrupted. “Working people need dependable transportation—especially, a handyman like you. What if your van goes dead, at night, in the middle of nowhere? Are you ready to make your tools vulnerable like that?”

“I’m really strapped,” Cole said. “I got ma wife this spic-and-span sedan. Between car payments, the house mortgage, food, cable, telephone, utility bills, and who knows what, I can’t afford to make unnecessary repairs.”

“Letting a spark plug wire deteriorate until things go south will only create major problems down the line,” Rick said. “Guys have to keep top-notch wires under their hoods.”

“I didn’t say spark plug wires,” Cole answered. “I said spark plugs, where the wires go. Those I’m hesitant to replace.”

“If the spark plugs aren’t working for your spark plug wire, you may have no choice but to retrofit the spark plugs altogether,” Rick said. “Capiche?”

Cole saw the connotation all too well. He had to care for his wire. That, however, would have required replacing all three sockets, two of which Cole’s wife never offered him in bed. Clearly, Sheena’s spark plugs were not servicing Cole’s spark plug wire in the manner he wanted. Cole’s dick twitched in frustration.

Rick said, “Give me that wrench.”

Cole reached toward the wooden workbench and tossed Rick the silver tool.

Rick caught it with one hand. He leaned slightly forward as if about to step toward Cole, shifted his weight back, and tootled back to the silver hood. “Sounds like you have a lot on your shoulders,” Rick said.

The subterranean vulgarity in Cole’s voice emerged louder than usual. “I’m managin’.”

“I know about managing,” Rick said argumentatively. From the left side of his hood, he stooped toward its underside. “I’m an assistant manager, for God’s sake.” Rick twisted his soiled arms to his wrench. “Sometimes, however, things can only be handled in certain ways.”

“Excuse me?” Cole said.

Rick peeked out from under his silver hood. “Do I have to get graphic with you? I’m talking about your cock!”

Rick might as well have slugged Cole. For the first time, Cole wanted to put Rick in his place—and this meant doing something that most fellows didn’t do.

Rick finished tightening his battery clamps. “There.” He un-stooped, sashayed to the workbench, and chucked the wrench. “Let me see if I understand,” Rick said, standing in front of Cole. “You work like an ox and provide for your family. You give your wife a son and the freedom to be away from you whenever she wants. Then, Sheena refuses to give you some cooch? For three months?”

“Lots of women go sour downstairs after havin’ a baby,” Cole retorted.

“If you come home tired, are hungry for a sandwich, and politely ask your wife to make you one, would she say no because she wasn’t hungry?”

“Of course, not!” Cole said.

“Then, why can’t women apply that principle to sex?”

“Beats the hell out of me,” Cole said.

“I am offering you the chance to unload your balls—big time,” Rick said. “What sexually deprived man would decline such an offer?”

“I can’t cheat on ma wife,” Cole said.

“In the ideal world, cheating wouldn’t be necessary,” Rick said. “Open marriages would be acceptable. The absurdity of one man falling for one woman, marrying her exclusively, and never again lusting after—much less, having sex with—other people would be recognized as such. Absurdity. Human beings aren’t built for that.”

Cole whined, “I can’t have sex with a second woman.”

Rick ambled past Cole, stopped under the yellow rectangles of the aluminum garage door, and turned to Cole. “Straight women,” Rick said, half to himself. “They are so suburban.”

“How d’you mean?” Cole said.

“Bikini briefs, for example. Lots of men enjoy wearing them. But more often than not, their ladies freak out. How the hell are men supposed to explore their less macho side with taboos against things like that?”

Cole spoke like an adolescent boy afraid to ask a girl out on a date. “D’you altınordu escort enjoy wearin’ … bikinis?”

“I prefer cotton briefs,” Rick said. “Tod, however, loves to wear bikinis. His girlfriend fucking dumped him for that.”

“Tod wears … bikinis?” Cole said incredulously.

“Yeah!” Rick said.

“… and he fucks chicks?”

“Sometimes,” Rick said.

“I don’t get it,” Cole replied.

Rick spoke matter-of-factly. “Tod loves the feel of nylon on him, just like many guys.”

“This is gettin’ too kinky for me,” Cole drawled.

“Brace yourself, then,” Rick said, “because the 2020s will be for men what the 1960s was for women.”

“Come again?” Cole said.

“The coming decade will be about straight guys embracing their bisexuality.”

A guitar string of steel snapped inside Cole.

“Living in the late teens, we can already see the beginnings of that,” Rick proceeded. “Sociologists predict that by 2030, 24% of the population will identify as bisexual.”

“How could that be?” Cole said. “Men are straight.”

“As in heteroromantic,” Rick countered. “But for men in particular, that doesn’t mean they can’t be bisexual. After all, males can have sex with or without romantic feelings. They can wank off with anyone. It is women who need a romantic relationship to get them going sexually. Therefore, sociologists predict that male bisexuality will be more widespread than female bisexuality. Monogamy, I remind you, is a gal thing.”

Cole’s brain cells could barely keep up. Still, he managed to speak. “If men are so bi, wha do they act so straight?”

“Social programming,” Rick said casually. “Also, men know that most ladies don’t dig the sight of men shagging. So men keep their mouths shut and repress the gay side of their bisexuality. The good news is that more women are getting turned on by gay sex—just like most men are turned on by lesbian sex.”

“Sounds lak a load of hooey,” Cole said.

“Experience will teach you otherwise,” Rick said.

What was Rick trying to do? Cole griped. Impress him with his Ivy League bullshit?

Stillness fell onto the garage like a giant wedding veil.

Cole’s mouth broke the quiet much as a stack of books spilling out of a backpack. “If ma wife discovers me in a compromisin’ position, ma marriage is over. Her folks will disown me, and ma family will take me to the guillotine.”

“Thus, we have no choice,” Rick said.

“What d’you mean?”

“Either your gonads burst, or we get discreet,” Rick said. “I know the perfect place where we can be discreet.”

Cole parted his lips and drew air to utter something. Something, however, corked his mouth.

Never had Cole been unable to speak. His heart sank like a pancake hitting a skillet, and his cock grew like a dry bean swelling under water in fast motion. On the one hand, Cole’s heart nudged him to be a gentleman. On the other hand, Cole’s dick tugged him in Rick’s direction. Would Rick really find him a woman? Cole wondered.

III

The wooden boards creaked to the skirring of the three. Never had Cole skedaddled—much less, over a woman. If Cole’s wife caught Tod, Rick, and Cole, not only would she have become suspicious. Sheena would have ended Cole’s marriage to her. Hopefully, Cole thought, Rick told the hussy to hide until the yacht was safe at sea.

Tod hopped onto the white floating iron.

The whump of rubber sneakers on metal resounded in Cole’s ears like a cannon firing at dawn.

The lightbulb to Cole’s left went out.

Now, Cole thought, any onlookers had even more reason to be leery of Tod, Rick, and Cole’s behavior. Surrounded by the night, Cole skimmed the quayside.

Rick and Cole entered the limelight of the quay light that followed. Never had a purple-white light shined so brightly.

Quickly, Rick untied the rope of yarn.

Cole flitted onto the white yacht.

Rick jumped in after him.

* * * *

The full moon resembled a golf ball on a black blanket. The many stars, in turn, glittered as if the salt grains of the sea had been dispersed into outer space.

Cole shuddered at the thought of being watched from the darkness of the encircling ocean. Whatever was about to transpire, it would have to occur inside the boat, Cole swore to himself.

On the second deck, Rick turned off the motor.

On the ground deck, Cole’s chaise longue stopped vrooming. Still, Cole felt the leftover itch of the seat slats on his calves, hamstrings, and duff.

Cole turned his straight nose right.

Like Cole, Tod was lounging on a white deck chair. The yellowish lightbulbs of the boat lit Tod’s jade-green polo shirt and blue jeans. Tod’s jeans were frayed here and there and looked as if washed routinely in hot water.

Was Tod wearing bikinis? Cole wondered. Impossible. Not an all-American dude like Tod. Rick must have been pulling the wool over Cole’s eyes—or at least, trying to—when he told Cole otherwise, Cole concluded.

The white vessel pitched and rolled.

Cole fidgeted on his white chaise longue. “What does Rick have in mind, anyway?”

“I wish I knew,” Tod said in his soft-spoken voice.

Cole’s eyes took in the yacht’s varnish of whitewashed metal. “I can’t believe anyone owns a boat lak this.”

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[[Be forewarned, this is not a straight-to-smut story. I myself prefer plot-driven stories, so that’s what I write. Any and all comments welcome ^_^ and yes I know the title sucks, my creativity dies when confronted with story names]]

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“I hate that son of a bitch.” Marshall ground out, glaring at the tall, dark-haired man two desks over. His back slumped forward and his feet kicked at the ground, eyes following the invisible dirt he pretended to shuffle around on the pristine carpet. Clara, the mail girl, was smiling and giggling, conspicuously attempting to hit on the man she clung to by means of jutting out her chest and shoving her voluptuous figure into the man’s face. She was the office slut, and damn proud of it too. In fact, one of her favorite activities was to corrupt the innocent coworkers of the building. She’d successfully fucked sixty percent of the male population in the past eight months — as long as she’d worked there — and was trying to finish off the last forty percent before the end of her first year. Marshall always wondered if she’d lost a bet or she was just that much of a whore, but he was permanently a part of the never-been-fucked ratio of the equation because he knew for certain at least six of the guys she’d taken to bed were riddled with disease.

I don’t feel like catching anything any time soon.

“Calm down. He’s harmless.” Aaron, Marshall’s loud-mouthed best friend, ribbed him in the side and stood, balancing a notebook and three coffees in his brawny arms. “Hell, he’s too embarrassed to look in Clara’s eyes, much less fuck her. Get over it.”

I am not jealous. I just hate that asshole.

Marshall ignored the reprimand, while in his mind continued ranting about every little thing, from Kyle’s ugly glasses to his long, disheveled hair just barely held back by pale ears. And especially, especially those damn brown eyes. Eyes that pierced his soul and carved him out like the seeds of a pumpkin until he was hollow. As submissive and pathetic as Kyle was, his eyes could destroy worlds.

At least, they destroyed Marshall’s.

“Like I give a fuck whether or not he bones that whore. I just can’t stand his god-damned face. Or the way he whimpers all over the place like a kicked puppy. Fuck, can’t he just grow a pair and act like a man?” Marshall snapped the stapler roughly with the hard bone of his palm, making a loud thwack that emanated throughout the floor. A few heads turned, including Kyle’s, but Marshall wasn’t paying attention. He was glaring at his laptop, not seeing any of the words or noting the numbers blurring together across the pixelated screen. No, he was imagining that delicate face, the surprising edge to Kyle’s jawline, and the whimsical arch of his brow, usually hidden by the glasses tipped down his long, narrow nose. Pursed lips, quirked in a smug grin; intense dark eyes stared back at him in his mind’s eye, as if Kyle were standing in front of him, watching him. Dissecting every second of his life, cutting away at his defenses and peeling out the gemstone hidden deep within his gut.

The bastard knew.

How Kyle knew, Marshall could never be certain. Maybe to normal people it wasn’t obvious, or maybe it was. Maybe Marshall had muttered something that caused Kyle to believe it was true.

Hell, half the time Marshall didn’t believe it. Instead, he ignored it, all of it. Ignorance made life bearable. But some nights, those rare nights drowned in alcohol, swimming in a pool of lies he could no longer hide from, Marshall could see nothing but the truth. Nothing but those damn eyes. Eyes that turned him on and terrified him all in one glance.

Marshall wanted Kyle. He needed Kyle. But most of all, he needed to be fucked by Kyle.

He wasn’t gay. He’d never been gay; in his entire life, sleeping with women had been his only goal. Make money, sleep with hot chicks. Get a kick-ass car?to impress hot chicks and fuck them on the plush leather. He was a simple guy, he didn’t want much more than that. He was twenty-four years old, plain brown hair, vivid blue eyes. A lean build, no extra muscle anywhere. Just an average Joe, looking for a good time.

Until that elevator ride three months ago.

Kyle had been carrying a stack of files, a good hundred of them it seemed, up to the finance floor, and as Marshall stepped into the elevator, he’d accidentally bumped into the poor man, that pathetic man with the stutter and the cowardly stance. Back then, he’d never thought much of the lanky, six-foot-tall nobody. There was no reason to. He was a quiet, shy guy. Ate alone every day — not because he didn’t have friends, though Marshall doubted he had any, but because he didn’t want the company — and rarely spoke to anyone at the firm. Just silence. For a while, Marshall had simply pitied the man for being so introverted, knowing that he’d probably never settle down; just go about day to day, existing. Alone.

When the stack crashed all over the elevator floor, akşehir escort most of the files flying everywhere and littering the elevator floor in a pile of thick, legal-sized paper, Marshall instantly dropped to his knees to assist Kyle. However, Kyle hadn’t moved. He just stared down at Marshall, who was on all fours, quickly sweeping as much debris together until it was all in a mound at Kyle’s feet.

About this time, Marshall had realized Kyle hadn’t moved. He looked up, expecting to see that nervous gaze he was so used to seeing on Kyle’s face, an irritated sneer crossing his own expression as he moved.

Predatory eyes looked down at him. Those eyes drove deeper into him at every passing second. His mouth, usually fluttering with stuttered apologies and quivering in fear, were drawn back in a smug expression, the right edge of his lip pulled slightly higher than the left. Kyle’s eyebrow rose as he stared down at Marshall, and he kicked the entire stack of papers, careening across the floor all over again.

“What the–” Marshall’s indignant response was instantly cut off.

“Pick them up.” Kyle’s surprisingly strong voice rang out through the elevator, which was as of yet unoccupied by any other office workers.

“But you just–” He tried again, but to no avail.

“Pick. Them. Up.” Those terrifying eyes narrowed, brown irises sharpening with distaste. Without a thought, Marshall started picking them up again. As he realized his error, he lifted his gaze to Kyle’s once more. The smug look was back in place, grin wider than before. He held out his hand and Marshall unwillingly placed the entire set back where they belonged. Ruffled, completely disorganized, but back where they belonged.

“Good boy.” Without a second to go by, his expression shifted, and the dark, malevolent Kyle disappeared, replaced by the nervous one. The elevator doors opened and Marshall scrambled back up, muttering apologies to the three women stepping into the cramped space. Marshall purposely backed himself into the opposite corner across from Kyle and refused to make eye contact. Not that it would have mattered.

Kyle was bumbling about again, clucking his teeth and alternately biting his lip. The ladies trilled incessantly about bullshit no one else cared to listen to and the doors opened on Kyle’s floor. He disappeared through the florescent-lit corridor, but Marshall swore he saw that expression again just as the doors closed.

After that day, Marshal refused to go within fifty feet of the man, with the exception of sitting in his cubicle. And he started despising the man that bore down on him, shoving him off his step in the dominant male pyramid and taking his place at the very top.

“Well, don’t look now Marshall, but your best friend’s walking this way.” Marshall’s head snapped up unwillingly to see Clara tugging at Kyle’s arm. She pulled him urgently and dragged him over to Marshall’s cubicle, smiling widely.

“Kyle here tells me you two have a lot in common.” She winked and pulled back her shoulders, popping out her chest suggestively yet again. Hell, did she ever quit?

“No, I?I d-didn’t…that’s not?I j-j-just said we g-got the s-s-same project th-this quarter.” Kyle dropped his head, hanging it down until his chin almost touched his chest. Marshall gulped. He hadn’t heard the news.

“Oh hush, sweetie.” Clara giggled, running her fingers across his arm. He shivered noticeably and tried to pull his arm away, but it was a weak gesture and Clara kept her hold on him almost possessively. “You’re both going to be working on the same project, and both of you stay late every single day to finish your work! I don’t know why you two have never talked before.” Marshall couldn’t figure out what her game was, but he didn’t like it one bit. He was about to call her out when Aaron jostled him, knocking him into Clara with an obvious wriggling of his eyebrows.

“Oops, sorry man. Must’ve tripped.” He grinned and Clara wrapped her arms around his torso, pulling him close.

“No harm done, cutie. You can get as close as you like.” Marshall glared and pulled roughly away from Clara’s grasp, rubbing at his forearms as if he could wipe away the tingling feeling on his arm where her uncouth hands lingered. Was it possible to catch a venereal disease from touching her arms? He prayed to God it wasn’t. He lifted his eyes to survey the blonde and instead met the cold eyes of Kyle. Well, sort of. Kyle wasn’t looking at Marshall. His eyes were narrowed for the briefest of seconds on Aaron, who was too busy laughing and trying to remember how to breathe to pay attention.

But as soon as Marshall noticed the breach of character, the expression was gone. Kyle tucked his head, long curls brushing against his chest and shoulders dramatically as he did so, and he began to sway slightly, taking teetering steps back.

“I-I sh-should g-get goi-ing.” He mumbled. Marshall didn’t like the akyazı escort way that lilting, delicate voice made his chest twitch. The sound was nothing like the rough, dangerous voice Kyle had used on him months back. There was so much terror and nervousness in his voice as he spoke, Marshall could barely believe the two sounds came from the same throat. Clara, of course, wheeled on him and grabbed at his arms, though this time Kyle pointedly escaped with ease.

“Aw, honey, but we were just getting to know each other!” She teased, pouting lips jutting out in a melancholy expression that lost all sincerity when those same lips curled into a flirtatious grin. “At least come on by later? Get a drink with us? I’m sure the boys won’t mind.”

“Not at all!” Aaron, that damned imbecile, jumped up and crushed Marshall in his meaty arms to keep him quiet. Marshall still opened his mouth to protest, but Aaron wouldn’t be disturbed, smoothly cutting off any chance of Marshall’s protestations. “How about Barney’s on Sixth? At nine o’ clock?” Clara nodded profusely, causing her assets to bounce in all their silicone glory. Marshall rolled his eyes and grimaced, but she didn’t notice. Her eyes were too busy ogling Aaron’s easy grin and purposely flexed arms. Idiot.

Clara quickly returned to draping herself all over Kyle the second he made a move to leave. Speaking of which, Kyle was flinching and trying to escape her grasp — without real effort behind it, because Marshall remembered the strength Kyle had exuded before — and failing miserably. Clara’s hand disappeared behind Kyle and she groped his ass, causing him to jump, and he literally yelped as he finally managed to get away.

“Don’t think you’re getting away that easy! You better be there, mister, or you’ll get an earful tomorrow!” She giggled obnoxiously and he blushed, nodding his head just once before taking off and twitching into his own desk, though he was only a few feet further than he’d been standing seconds before.

Of course Marshall didn’t watch his ass as he walked away…

“See you boys tonight!” Clara winked and jiggled off, swaying her hips like a stripper would for that extra twenty. Sickeningly, Aaron gobbled up every bit of it.

“Dude, you’re not serious.” Marshall grumped, glaring at Clara’s departing figure. “Not only have you already hit that, but you caught a damn disease for your troubles!”

“Totally worth it!” He grinned.

Marshall needed to find new friends.

“Whatever. Next time, don’t drag me into it.” He muttered, resuming his original position beside the computer. Aaron chuckled.

“Relax, I’ll keep her hands off you…and all over me.” He pantomimed gyrating motions. Yeah, he needed new friends. Soon. “But don’t even think about bailing. Someone’s gotta be the sober driver!” He laughed and took off, probably to brag to his water cooler pals about his impending lay.

Dammit. I know him, he’ll drag my ass out of my apartment kicking and screaming.

Why couldn’t he just get through his day without all the complications? He sighed and returned to his work. Only another four hours before all Hell broke loose.

Fantastic.

* * *

“Marshall, are you coming?” The call came from the living room of the small, one bedroom apartment Marshall called home. Well, in the loosest of terms. In all honesty his place was shit. Broken dish washer, fridge on the fritz, a rotting green couch and a small goodwill television, incomplete with the eternally missing remote. His room wasn’t any better, but at least the bed was comfortable. A four poster, Marshall got it at a steal when the local IKEA closed down. Really, it was the only salvageable item in the apartment.

“Marshall! Stop acting like a chick. Finish putting on your makeup and get your ass out here, I don’t want to be late!” Marshall scoffed.

“Calm down. What, you afraid Kyle’s gonna steal your date?”

“Wouldn’t put it past the prick, she was all over him earlier.” Aaron’s mumbled reply made Marshall want to laugh and curse at the same time. Funny that his well-built, six-foot-two best friend with a thick mane of blond hair and a set of perfect teeth was terrified the spindly little grasshopper with glasses would steal his date, but rage-inducing because Marshall had to tag along regardless.

And he didn’t want to see Kyle. At all.

Then again, that was all Marshall could think about. Now that he’d found he couldn’t avoid the man, having to speak to him daily was terrifying him. The gangly loser shouldn’t have frightened him, but the way he’d shifted from bumbling to deadly in a split second made him wonder what else that four-eyed freak was hiding behind the wimpy exterior. He almost didn’t want to know.

“Dude, what are you wearing?” Marshall had walked into the living room to see Aaron standing there, tapping his foot impatiently and checking his phone. Unfortunately, his eyes were raking in Marshall’s alaşehir escort slightly gussied up outfit with distaste.

“Clothes?” He responded intelligently. “What’s wrong with them?” He looked down at the dark slacks and the navy blue button-up shirt he’d tugged on, along with a thick jacket to keep him from freezing his nuts off out there in the January weather.

“You look like you’re about to go on a date. Did you invite someone special without telling me?” Aaron grinned and tugged Marshall into a noogie by the neck.

“Get the fuck off! I just put on clothes, geez, I didn’t realize you cared so much about what I wore.” He grunted, grazing his hands through the slightly damp brown locks. Aaron laughed and tossed something at him. Marshall barely caught the keys.

“What are these for?” He asked stupidly.

“So I don’t try to drive home, duh. I figured we should take my nice, shiny Volvo rather than your beat up piece of shit truck.”

“Hey! There’s nothing wrong with my truck!” He responded, defending his loveable but less-than-mint-condition Ford pick-up.

“Really, Marsh? She looks like garbage. Got enough dents in her most people assume she’s gonna get towed to the junk yard any day now. Why haven’t you gotten her to a body shop again?”

“Can’t spare the cash… she’s not that bad, okay? Leave Delilah out of this.” He grumbled, replacing the keys in the bowl, taking care to grab his spare house keys as he ushered the idiot out.

“Whatever. Maybe I’ll loan you the cash, I just can’t stand lookin’ at the damn thing. Hideous, she is.” Marshall muttered something incoherent that sounded a lot like go fuck yourself, trust-fund bitch and locked up.

It didn’t take long to get to the building’s parking garage, and the bar was only ten minutes away, but it felt longer as Aaron described in gory detail every moan and thrust like a play-by-play of his last hook up.

“Not much of an ass, but you should have seen the rack on her!” Marshall had desperately tried to tune Aaron out with music, but not even the growling, almost unintelligible Osborne lyrics made things better.

“Yeah, yeah. She was hot, you fucked like monkeys. Can we move on?” Marshall responded, voice tight with irritation. “Besides we’re here.” Thank god.

“Finally!” Before the car was even parked, Aaron was out the door and rushing toward the family owned bar’n’grill at breakneck speed. Marshall moved much slower, trying to procrastinate the best he could. Didn’t work. Eventually he’d unbuckled the seat belt, adjusted all my mirrors at least twice, and had reset all of Aaron’s radio stations; there was nothing else he could do but shut off the car and step out.

“Ugh, might as well get this shit over with.” He muttered, popping open the silver door and stepping out into the cold. The frigid air caused his exhalations to billow out in clouds of mist, and he tucked the jacket closer around his shoulders, ducking into the surprisingly brightly-lit bar, searching out Aaron and Clara, who was undoubtedly rubbing up against him like a cat in heat.

His speculations were proved correct. There she was, tucked into a booth and sitting on his lap, giggling loud enough for Marshall to hear as he approached. He restrained the groan.

“There you are! What took you so long?” Aaron asked, grinning brightly and not-so-subtly copping a feel.

“Phone call. My sister, you know how she worries.” He lied through his teeth. Thankfully they didn’t seem to notice, and Aaron didn’t mention the fact that Marshall was an only child. Probably forgot as his hands grazed the unbound nipples peeking through Clara’s tight pink top.

“Sit down Marshall! Join us!” Clara smiled and pointed to the booth across from her, expecting him to listen like a whipped dog. He set his teeth and sat down gingerly.

“Now we’re just waiting for Kyle!” She gushed, as if the news was the greatest thing she’d ever heard. Surreptitiously, Marshall checked his watch. Eight fifty-five. They’d all been early. Kyle didn’t strike him as the fashionably late type, so Marshall still hoped the cretin wouldn’t show up.

Unfortunately, luck didn’t smile down on him that night. Just three minutes into the conversation focused on how natural Clara looked as a blonde, something gawky stumbled over, practically landing on top of Marshall in the process.

“What the–” He threw his arms up, attempting to catch the invading body. Thankfully Kyle righted himself just before landing in Marshall’s lap and took a step back, running his hands across his arms and shifting nervously.

“S-sorry, I tr-tripp-ped.” He stammered, avoiding eye contact already. Marshall sighed.

“It’s fine. Forget about it.” Marshall waved it off and almost unwillingly scooted over to the wall of the booth, making room.

“Kyle!” Again, Clara’s grating squeal permeated the air and she bounced in Aaron’s lap, smiling at the pathetic loser and pointing at the seat next to me. “I’m so glad you’re here. I thought you were gonna ditch us.” She giggled again and covered her mouth coyly, but that didn’t affect Kyle at all. He was still staring at the floor like he was waiting for the carpet to rise up and sweep him off into the night. Marshall was hoping for the same thing.

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Oral Friends Five – Double Suck

This is the fifth story in the Oral Friends series. Each story stands on its own I believe but the characters carry through them all and sometimes incidents from previous stories are mentioned. This story is pure fantasy, as have all my previous ones been. I’ve been very pleased with the reception my stories have received. Thanks to all who have emailed or commented publicly. It is because of your feedback that authors continue to write.

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Hi, my name is Phil. I have a best friend, Rich, who has been my friend with benefits for the last few months. We’ve explored our cocksucking fantasies with each other and have driven ourselves to new heights of enjoyment. We’re only interested in sucking cock and swallowing a hot load of cum. We’re not gay; we don’t find ourselves looking to pick up guys at the mall or anything like that. I couldn’t see myself telling Rich that I love him in the heat of passion. We’re both married, very happily, to wonderful women with whom we have an active and satisfying sex life. Our times together are our way of satisfying an itch our wives can’t; being sucked off by a guy.

I’d like to tell you about our most recent meetings where we tried to satisfy a new itch that Rich had developed.

We’d been visiting each other’s houses a couple of times a week for a quick suck. It was fun, exciting and didn’t involve a lot of time. In all this time we’ve never done anything in the house when our spouses were home. We’d always go out to the garage, under various pretenses, to have our fun. I didn’t know it at the time but Rich wanted to raise the stakes a bit and try to suck me off with my wife upstairs. I’m kinda glad he didn’t tell me what he was going to do before he did it because I probably would have talked him out of it and I would have missed out on one of the hottest experiences of my life.

We have a finished basement with a TV area at one end and a pool table at the other. I was downstairs shooting pool when I heard the doorbell ring. A few minutes later Rich walked down the stairs.

“Hey, Buddy,” I said “want to shoot a little stick?”

He looked at me with a grin I’d come to know very well recently. “I’d like to suck a little stick, if you know what I mean.”

“Here?” I said a squeak in my voice.

“Yes, right here,” Rich said as he walked over to me and ran his hand over my rapidly hardening cock. “I see you don’t think this is such a bad idea, do you?”

“I’ll admit, I’m excited, but geez, what if Marilyn came down here?”

“You know she never comes down here while we’re shooting pool, she hates the game. Besides the door is closed, we’d hear her if she did.”

He grabbed the front of my pants and dragged me to the other end of the room where he sat on the couch, stopping me in front of him.

“Come on, get your cock out, your wasting time!” Rich whispered.

I knew I’d regret this, one way or the other, but right now I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t follow his orders. I unzipped my fly and hauled my cock and balls out through the opening.

“I’m not dropping my pants, you can suck it like this or not at all,” I said with a hiss.

“No problem, Buddy. You know it’s too bad you can’t walk around like that all the time, your cock looks really good hanging out of your pants like that.”

I groaned at the thought of walking around like this with other people around and my cock twitched at the thought. I’d have to give this some more thought for our next fishing trip!

Rich moved his face closer to my cock, nudging his lips with my head. He liked to use his mouth only, no hands, so he took his time rubbing my cock all over his face before he took me fully into his mouth. I loved the feeling of my cock in my friend’s mouth. It was so different to the feeling I got when my wife blew me. It wasn’t better or worse, just different. I suppose it comes from having a guy do it. We know what we like and we do that, plus the technique is different, a little rougher so to speak. There’s nothing like five o’clock shadow scratching my nuts when Rich runs his tongue up and down my cock.

I knew this couldn’t take long, and to be honest the situation was driving my lust to new levels. It wasn’t many minutes later before I felt that familiar tingle in my nuts, signaling my impending orgasm.

I’d been pretty complacent for most of the time he’d been sucking but I wanted to be a more active participant. I wanted to control the timing of my orgasm. I looked down and saw that Rich had his eyes closed, savoring the feelings of sucking my cock.

I put my hand on his head, getting his attention. He opened his eyes, looking up at me. “I need to fuck you,” I whispered. He groaned and closed his eyes again, silently giving me permission.

I grabbed his head with both of my hands and started to really fuck his mouth. Rich held on to my hips as I picked up my pace. My balls were stuffed hard against my cock, unable to hang due to their position akçay escort outside my pants. With each thrust into Rich’s mouth my balls banged up against his chin. It was almost painful, but it hurt so good, if you know what I mean. I felt my come rising and pushed my cock fully into his mouth just as the first spurt exited the head of my cock.

“Uh, I’m cumming, Rich!” I whispered with a growl. I jammed his face into my crotch as the cum poured into his mouth. I could feel him swallowing, trying to keep up with the flow, not wanting to lose a drop. All too soon I was empty and I slowly slid my cock out of his mouth. Rich was panting from the excitement of the blowjob he’d just given me.

“God that was hot, Rich!” I said as I put my softening penis back in my pants.

“It sure was Phil. I love it when you take charge like that. I feel like such a slut, getting mouth fucked like that!” Rich said with a smile.

“Yeah, you’re a slut all right, you’re my slut! I’ll give you all the mouth fucking you want, all you have to do is ask,” I said seriously.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Rich said with equal seriousness.

I was a bit thirsty after all that ‘exercise’ and I had to think Rich was too. “Hey, you want a beer or something?”

“I’d like a soda, if you don’t mind. Joan and I are going out later and I don’t want to drink before then.”

I ran upstairs and got us two sodas. Returning to the basement I found Rich shooting at the rack I’d been working on before he arrived. Tossing him his soda I picked up my stick and we finished the rack. Rich had to go after that, he’d just stopped by for a quick suck, though I didn’t know that when he’d first arrived, and he needed to get going.

I walked upstairs with him and saw him to the door and bade him goodbye. I found my wife in the living room reading a book.

“Has Rich left already?” she asked.

“Yeah, he only stopped by to kill some time. He’s taking Joan out tonight.” I paused thinking that going out sounded good. :”Hey, why don’t we go out tonight too. I haven’t taken my best girl out for a date in a while!”

Marilyn was off the couch and up the stairs before I realized she’d moved. Who knows, if I played my cards right I might get lucky tonight!

**********

It was the next weekend that my wife was on one of her many shopping trips with Rich’s wife that I got an idea for something new to try. I called Rich to come over and he said he’d been waiting for my call. Five minutes later my doorbell rang.

“Hi Rich, come on in!” I said as I closed the door behind my friend.

“Gee, you took long enough to call, Phil. I almost thought you’d forgot about me being all alone.”

“I couldn’t forget that, I was just finishing up some chores, you know work before play. Marilyn would be peeved if I didn’t get her list done, especially since I can’t exactly tell her what I was doing instead.”

“I guess, so do you have any ideas today, you sounded excited about something over the phone.” Rich said, his desire to get started obvious.

“Yeah, I do. How do you feel about 69?” I asked.

“I love it! I love it when Joan sticks her little pussy in my face while she inhales my cock! It almost as good as fucking, why?”

“I was thinking we could try it. I’d love to suck your cock at the same time you’re sucking mine. It would almost be like sucking ourselves off.”

“I tried that once, when I was a kid,” Rich said. “I was never limber enough to get my cock in my mouth. About the closest I could get was a couple of inches away. It was really weird to see my cock head expand when I came from so close but the feeling of shooting my own cum in my mouth was something I’ll never forget.”

“That’s odd, I thought I was the only one who tried that! God I wish I’d had the courage to ask you to do this all those years ago. Think of the time we’ve wasted!”

“We’re wasting time now, where do you want to do this?” he asked.

“How about my son’s room. He’s got a nice comfortable full-sized bed. We can stretch out and really enjoy ourselves.”

I lead the way upstairs and into my son’s room, shedding my clothes as soon as I entered. Rich was right behind me and it wasn’t too long before he was as naked as I was.

“How do you want to do this?” I asked. “We can do it on top or lying side by side.”

“Why don’t we try side by side? I think it would be easier the first time.”

Nodding my head I moved to the far side of the bed and lay down with my head facing the foot of the bed. Rich lay on the other side facing the head of the bed. We scooted closer to each other and opened our legs, giving each other free access to our goodies.

It was a weird feeling at first. I’d done hundreds of 69’s with my wife but seeing a cock in the same position as I’d always seen a pussy was very exciting. I stroked my hand over Rich’s cock, enjoying the twitch it made as he reacted to my stroking. At the same time I felt his akdeniz escort first touches as well. Again, Rich handled my cock more surely than my wife ever did. He knew instinctively how hard he could squeeze or stroke or pinch. I loved having my nuts scratched and stretched and Rich played my cock like a virtuoso.

I leaned closer and inhaled the scent of his groin. It was clean but masculine and the aroma drove me wild. I moved closer, finally enveloping his cock in my mouth. This position didn’t allow for a lot of head movement so I settled for some deep sucking and plenty of hand action on his shaft and balls. The sensations I was receiving from my cock were wonderful and they drove me to new heights. I wanted to give Rich as much pleasure as he was giving me.

I pulled back to admire my handiwork. His cock had a nice sheen of spit from the head to his balls. His nut-sack drew me to him again where I laved his balls with my tongue, drowning them in spit. I could hear the slurping sounds I made as I wet his nuts, getting them wetter than I’d ever done before. Holding his cock down I slurped back up to the head to gather the precum that had gathered there.

We laid there for at least half an hour, pleasuring each other with nibbles, licks and sucks. I tried not to do the same thing for too long as I wanted to keep Rich guessing. I think he took the hint as well because I couldn’t tell what he was going to do next. I looked down, catching Rich’s attention.

“Slow down, Rich,” I said, “I’m getting close and I want this to last, okay?”

“Sure thing, Phil,” he said as he backed off allowing me to cool down enough so that the urge to come was no longer imminent.

We teased each other with licks and caresses for another fifteen minutes. I could feel Rich’s balls tighten like mine were. “I’m ready whenever you are,” I said as I attacked Rich’s cock with renewed vigor.

About a minute later I got my reward, a nice hot load of sweet cum from my best friend’s cock. My orgasm wasn’t far behind as I came just as he was finishing. When I was done I flopped over on my back, breathing heavily from my orgasm.

We lay like that, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Rich spoke first.

“That was awesome, Phil. I really enjoyed that. I loved the feel of your cock exploding in my mouth while I was shooting in yours, though it was hard to concentrate on what I was doing at the end.”

“Yeah, it was great. It was as good as I’d hoped.” Another idea popped into my head that I had to share. “Hey Rich, what do you say we try a daisy chain the next time we get together with Rod?”

I could see that the idea interested him as his cock twitched even before he had a chance to answer.

“You mean the three of us at one time?”

“Yeah, what do think?”

“What do I think? I think it’s a great fucking idea! I’m going to call Rod tonight and tell him all about it. He’ll probably cum in his pants just thinking about it.”

I chuckled at that thought, he probably would. He’d been hinting to Rich that we needed to go fishing again. Maybe next weekend.

I climbed off the bed and put on my shirt and pants, I’d left my underwear off, as usual when Rich and I would meet like this. Rich dressed as well and we straightened the bed covers before we went back downstairs.

I headed to the fridge and removed two beers, tossing one to Rich. We headed out to the patio where we relaxed in the sun and nursed our beers.

I’d been thinking about what Rich and I had said when he’d sucked me off in my basement the other day. He’d hinted that he’d like me to treat him like a slut once in a while. I thought that now might be a good time to see if he really meant it.

“Rich, the other night, were you serious when you said you’d like me to treat you like a slut once in a while?”

Rich blushed a little but he knew I wouldn’t judge him or think any less of him for expressing his fantasy. We’d agreed during the fishing trip to explore our fantasies with each other, no questions, no recriminations. “Yeah, I would. I don’t want it all the time or anything but I get so hot when I think about you using me for your pleasure, making me do things to or for you and getting nothing in return. I don’t know if I’m a bit submissive or what but I just find the idea very hot.”

“Okay then, slut, follow me.” I stood up, walking to the north side of my house assuming Rich was right behind me. Our house has a fence surrounding it with bushes along both sides. The side fencing is solid, about four feet high. The part facing the street is standard picket fencing with a large bush blocking most of the view into the yard. I stopped very near the bush and turned. As I expected Rich was right behind me. He looked confused but excited as he stood there waiting for my next order.

“All right, slut, this is what we’re going to do. I’m going to drop my pants and you’re gonna suck my cock.”

“Here?” he said shakily. “Someone akhisar escort could see.”

“That’s not your problem, slut. Your job is to open your mouth while I fuck your face, where is none of your concern. Oh, and for questioning my orders now you can do it naked. Now STRIP!” I hissed.

I could see that Rich was really excited even though he was nervous. I knew nobody could see us and as long as we were quiet nobody would ever know, but the chance of discovery raised the stakes. He quickly pulled off his shirt, followed by his pants. He dropped to his knees on the soft grass and opened his mouth.

“Very good, slut. Maybe you’ll learn to do what I tell you without questioning me next time.”

I quickly pulled my cock from my pants like last time and roughly shoved it into Rich’s mouth. I grabbed his ears as hand holds and began stroking, setting up a nice steady pace. I figured he’d enjoy some verbal encouragement so I kept up a running commentary as I fucked him.

“You’re a good slut, aren’t you?” I asked. Rich groaned letting me know he was enjoying this very much. “Open your eyes, slut! I want to see your eyes as I fuck your slutty mouth!”

Rich’s eyes snapped open and he maintained eye contact for the rest of the fuck.

“Oh, yeah, you have a real nice mouth, slut. I can’t wait to cum. Your mouth is almost better than a pussy but the handles make up for it,” I said as I pulled harder on his ears as I bottomed out in his throat.

“Oh look,” I said looking down “the slut’s cock is hard.” I moved my foot to it causing it to sway as I batted it with my shoe. “If you’re a good slut I *might* let you cum when we finish here.”

Rich groaned again but never lost contact with my eyes. His eyes were almost glassy with his excitement and I wondered if he was really seeing me at all. I decided to get his attention to make sure. I sped up, my hips flying faster and my balls mashing against his chin with each stroke. I had planned on shooting my load down his throat but since he’d been the only one who hadn’t had a facial yet I decided to blow my wad on his face instead.

I pulled out, holding him in place with my left hand as I jerked my cock furiously with my right.

“Hold still slut, I’m going to cum all over your slutty face!” I hissed.

I pushed my cock as close to his face as I could without actually touching it and grunted as the first shot splashed on his nose. The next shots covered his eyes, lips and forehead before I was finally done. I wiped my cock though the mess I’d made on his face then I stuck it back in his mouth.

“Suck it clean, slut. I don’t want cum on my clothes.”

Rich sucked and licked my cock so well it shone with his spit when I removed it. “Nice job, slut. You deserve a reward. I think I’ll let you cum.”

Rich started to stand, thinking I was going to suck him off but I disabused him of that idea real quick. “What do you think you’re doing slut? Did you think I was going to suck *your* cock? No fuckin’ way. Get back on your knees and jerk off for me, and when you cum I want you to catch it all in your hand then suck it clean.” I stood there a second looking down at him. “You’d better start stroking or you can just get dressed. I’m sure a slut like you would love to have blue balls the rest of the day!”

Rich grabbed his cock so hard I thought he was going to break it off. His hand flew up and down the shaft so fast it was almost a blur. He’d been hard and excited so long I knew he wouldn’t last long and he didn’t. With a groan that I’m sure half the neighborhood heard he came in his hand. Five hard spurts later his palm was filled with his warm sweet cream. Looking directly into my eyes he raised his hand to his mouth and slurped the cum into his mouth. He had to lick his fingers a number of times to get them all clean but he did it, sitting back on his heels, a satisfied look on his face.

“You did well, slut. I’m proud of you.” I walked back to the patio leaving him alone to get dressed.

Rich appeared around the corner of the house soon after I sat down. “Why don’t you use the bathroom and wash up. Bring us a couple of sodas on your way back and we can talk about this, okay?” I said in a friendly tone.

Rich disappeared into the house and was gone for about five minutes. He handed me my soda, sitting down next to me.

“Well, what do you think? I wasn’t too hard on you was I? I’d hate to think I ruined your fantasy,” I said looking at him carefully.

Rich sat quietly, sipping his soda and not saying anything. I started to get nervous. Had I ruined our friendship? God I hoped not. I was about to apologize when he started speaking.

“I don’t know quite how to say this but I think I liked it too much,” he said shyly.

“You did?” I said feeling relieved. At least I knew I hadn’t ruined our friendship. “I was sure I’d gone too far but I kinda got into it once we started. You didn’t seem to object so I figured you were enjoying it.”

“Oh I was, believe me. That was *the* most exciting sexual experience of my entire life, bar none. I guess I’m just surprised at how submissive I really am, given the right circumstances.” Rich looked at me shyly but I smiled at him reassuring him that nothing he’d said made me think any less of him.

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This has definitely been a weird summer so far, but not a bad one. I’d met Mary, and things were going well with her, even though the first time we met ended up in a threesome in the pub bathroom, which had made me realise I was bi, plus I spied on her having a secret root with my dad’s girlfriend. Oh, and my dad revealing he was bi too and had been having it off with his best mate Nubs for years.

Like I said, a weird one.

So all of that had gone down and now I was in the car on my way to an annual boys’ camping trip. With me was Dad, Nubs, Nubs’ son Simon and his mate Nicko. A lot of the drive was spent talking about footy, our lives, girlfriends (I told them about Mary, Simon was seeing some bird called Ashley) and just passing the time. I chimed in now and then but my brain could not stop focusing on the fact that Dad and Nubs were rolling around playing hide the sausage in their spare time.

I was still preoccupied by the thought while we set up the tents and got dinner ready. I was sharing the big tent with Nicko and Simon and Dad and Nubs were in the other.

Once the fire started going and a few beers in, I started to relax and get into things a bit more. I was feeling pretty alright by the time we all called it a night. I ended up in the middle of the tent, between Simon and Nicko. I passed out pretty quickly from the beers.

I woke up sometime later, no idea when, to a noise. It sounded adapazarı escort like a grunting, groaning sound. At first I thought one of the lads was making sounds in his sleep, then I realised it sounded further away, like in the tent next to us where Dad and Nubs were.

“No way.” I thought to myself, “Not with their sons in the tent right next to them.” Then I thought about it some more- my old man had told me, had Nubs told Simon? And did they think we were alright with it now that we knew? I mean, I was alright with it, but knowing about it and hearing it are too different things. If I really was hearing it, that is. I strained my ears and could make out a wet, slurping sound, plus what sounded like Nubs whispering “Yeah mate, take it all.”

Yep, I was hearing it.

I have to admit, the thought of Nubs getting a blowjob got my old fella stirring a bit. I tried to ignore my rising throbber for a while, but in the end it was too much for me. In the dark it was hard to make out if Nicko and Simon were asleep- both had their backs to me and were pretty still. Eventually I gave in, reached under the covers, and tried to have a very quiet tug.

About a minute later I heard a little sound noise from Nicko and saw his shoulder twitching. Was he doing the same thing as me? Between that and the sounds from next door I bust my nut fairly quickly, wiping it up with my akçaabat escort t-shirt.

The next day I still couldn’t get my head in the game- had I really heard dad and Nubs? Was Nicko really jacking off? Was I imagining the whole thing? I was all over the place. Just as well we were just fishing and hiking a bit, nothing that required a lot of brainpower.

Eventually bedtime rolled around. In my sleeping bag I pulled my shorts off and tried to listen out for more sex noises. Nothing, Eventually I fell asleep. Same as the night before, I woke up some time to hear groaning and slurping and even dad whispering “oh fuck” a few times. I instantly barred up and, checking the lads were still turned away from me, whipped the old fella out. Suddenly, Nicko rolled over. I snapped my eyes shut and pretended to be asleep. Turns out I shouldn’t have bothered- I felt a hand wrap around my cock and start to wank me off.

So that answered a few questions about Nicko.

Then I realised- Nicko was on my right. The hand was coming from my left.

I opened my eyes and looked at Simon. He was out of his sleeping bag, totally naked, with a cheeky grin and a serious hard-on. He put his finger up to his lips, telling me to be quiet. I looked back at Nicko- he was climbing out of his bag too, hard as a rock.

“We weren’t sure about you mate.” whispered Simon, easing me onto my akçakale escort back while Nicko pulled my bag all the way off me, “Glad to see you’re on board.”

And with that, the two of them started sucking on my meat. I couldn’t help myself and let out a few little moans.

Eventually they both knelt by my head and offered up their dicks.

“I’ve never done this before.” I whispered.

“It’s dead easy, you’ll get it.” Winked Simon, guiding my head to his old fella.

Whenever I’m in doubt I usually just charge right in, and this was the same. I wrapped my lips around Simon’s big one and tried to do what I liked getting done to me. Simon must have liked it too ‘coz he started moaning.

After a while I swapped over and took in Nicko’s, who I tried to deep throat without much success. I alternated between the two of them, while each of them took one of my legs and spread them apart. I heard Nicko get something from his backpack, then felt cold lube on my ring. Pretty soon the lads were having a sword fight in my mouth while Nicko fingered my back passage and Simon tugged my old fella. I could hear myself moaning louder and louder.

Didn’t take long for me to blow.

“I’m cumming!” I tried to whisper but it definitely wasn’t a whisper. Nicko grunted hard and blew on my chest as I came.

Simon shuddered and moaned “Oh yes! Fuck!” and did the same.

So there I was, covered in mine and two other blokes’ cum, with a stretched-out ring, panting like mad, when we heard Nubs’ voice, clear as day, from the other tent. We could also hear a very recognisable slapping sound and my dad moaning into a pillow.

“Can you boys keep it down in there? We’re trying to [grunt] sleep [moan].”

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The plane journey from Sydney to Zürich Airport, including the stopover in Dubai, was like running in an endurance race and Oliver was feeling totally washed-out. He stood up as soon as he could, shortly after the plane had landed; removed his carry-on from the overhead bin and waited in the aisle for the disembarking to commence.

Lost in his own thoughts, he was jolted back to reality when the person behind him pushed their trolley into his legs.

“I really hate this, why can’t people be more patient and just wait a little!” thought Oliver angrily.

Two seconds had barely gone by and there was no apology heard. This was enough to ignite Oliver’s rage and so he turned around; his mouth poised in order to blast the ignorant person behind him, his eyes flashing like laser beams ready to slice them up in pieces for their thoughtlessness. But he was stopped in his tracks when he laid his eyes on a super attractive man; Oliver melted in that moment. The panther withdrew its claws and started to purr at what it saw.

The stranger was just a little bit taller than Oliver, at one metre eighty centimetres, and had beautiful grey-blue eyes, dark hair and full beard that was styled in a typical Arabian way. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and bright orange jeans with brown leather Italian shoes. Oliver’s cock stirred within the tight jeans that he was wearing and then he became conscious that he was being spoken to.

“Entschuldige mich!” uttered the stranger.

“Sorry mate, I don’t speak German!” replied Oliver rather abruptly.

“Aha, excuse me for bumping into you.”

“It’s alright, it just surprised me after such a long trip,” staring.

“Where have you come from? I embarked in Dubai.”

“I started my journey in Sydney, Australia and my end journey is Vaduz in Liechtenstein.”

The strangers beautiful smile broadened, “That is a long way, but Liechtenstein is very quiet and beautiful. I hope you are staying in a good hotel?”

“I will be staying with my parents and they normally only book five-star hotels. Oh, I have to go, the aisle is exiting, ciao!” said Oliver, smiling rapturously at the stranger.

Going through the airport, Oliver noticed the handsome stranger weaving in and out through the other passengers and then into the Customs Control area. Unfortunately, Oliver ended up in the slow lane rather than the new Electronic passport control.

Finally, he was through Customs and needed to relieve himself, quickly, so went to the nearest toilet and was pleased he did. Standing at the urinals was the stranger. Oliver lugged his thickish cock out of his jeans and started to piss when he saw the stranger staring at his cock.

“You like what you see?” grinned Oliver.

“I sure do,” whispered the stranger, but kept his body slightly turned away in modesty.

Suddenly the toilet was filled up and they had to look straight ahead as they didn’t want to attract attention. Oliver had heard that the ‘Polizei’ were really tough when they caught people doing sexual things in toilets.

Oliver finished pissing, shook his cock to remove any drops and then walked off to wash his hands, nodding goodbye to the stranger.

All done, hair in place and nearly through the doorway when he decided to look back. Fortunately, he did as the stranger was waiting patiently just inside the end cubicle, beckoning Oliver to join him.

“Mmmmmm, how can I refuse such a hot looking man, even with my luggage!”

As the stranger saw Oliver walking towards the cubicle he stepped back from the doorway. Oliver walked straight to the cubicle, pushed the door open and saw the stranger bent over, jeans dropped around his ankles and his beautiful firm arse exposed and ready to be used.

Leaning against the wall, he looked over his shoulders as Oliver positioned his luggage and locked the door. Oliver’s cock had thickened up in anticipation of what might follow. The stranger looked at Oliver’s bulge and smiled as he took one hand to spread his cheeks.

“Fuck, ram me with that thick cock of yours,” whispered the stranger.

Oliver quickly undid his jeans, releasing his rigid cock, then pushed his thick cock head against the strangers slightly hairy arse.

“Mmmmm, fuck yeah. Oh yeah… that feels so good,” moaned the stranger.

Oliver reached around the strangers body, his hands searching madly for his cock; he encountered massive big balls and the thickest uncut cock he’d felt for a very long time.

“Damn you’re huge and I am about to fuck that tight hole of yours,’ said Oliver pushing harder against the hot firm arse.

Oliver’s cock was seven inches long, thick and uncut. He rubbed the knob against the willing hole, the stranger moaned, “Take it easy, I’m not used to being fucked!”

Pushing further into the already moist hole, he heard the stranger gasp. Oliver pushed his thick cock further in, “You okay?”

“Yeah, it feels awesome.”

Oliver pushed right up to the hilt. He couldn’t go any further. His belly pushed uydukent escort against the cheeks.

“Fuck your hole feels so tight and warm,” moaned Oliver in his Aussie accent.

He pulled out until the head was right at the opening but the stranger backed up against Oliver, “Fuck me until you cum.”

Oliver started to jack-hammer the guys hungry hole.

The stranger started to ride Oliver’s cock desperately, “Please don’t stop, I like your thickness inside of me, I want to feel that big load of cum empty into my guts.”

Oliver noticed that the stranger was stroking his own thick cock and that made him even hornier; the sound of his legs slapping the other guys arse as he thrust into him brought him to the edge, “Fuck man, you are so tight I am ready to explode.”

All Oliver heard was, “I’m gonna cum too.”

Oliver started to lose control as he continued hammering the guys arse; he felt the arse muscles clench around his thick cock and that took him right over the edge and he pumped five big loads of cum into the strangers man-cunt.

He was breathing heavily as he felt the guys arse spasm around his cock as he shot his load all over the toilet wall.

“Aah, aarrghh, yes, oh yes, uu..hhh,” whimpered the stranger as he blew.

As soon as the stranger was finished cumming he grabbed handfuls of toilet paper to clean himself up first and then the wall. Oliver felt his own cock slipping out of the cum filled hole and watched as a load of cum came with it and ran down the strangers legs. He then bent down and pulled up his boxers and jeans.

Turning around to face Oliver, the stranger leaned into him and whispered, “I want you to fuck me again, soon!” He handed Oliver a business card.

Oliver took the card without looking at it and asked, “What is your name?”

“Abdi, yours?”

“Oliver.”

“Danke Oliver. I needed my hole fucked hard.”

Both men finished dressing themselves and walked out of the cubicle together, into the stares of the other men who were waiting. Oliver noticed that an older, well-dressed and attractive man smiled and winked as they past. Oliver gave him a wink in return.

Hands washed and all tidied up, the two stepped out onto the concourse and Abdi informed Oliver where he should go to catch the train. They kissed goodbye as if they were lovers.

***

This was not Oliver’s first time to Zürich Airport and luckily he had learned a tiny bit of German; mostly how to understand numbers. The signs were in German and English so it was easy to find his way to the train platforms. He was glad that he had pre-purchased the rail-ticket as part of the air ticket.

At the top of the escalator he read the display board and managed to catch the overhead announcement: “Gleis zwei einfahrt des InterRegio nach Sargans-Chur,”

He thought to himself, “At least I understood ‘Sargans and two’.”

A friend had taught him that each platform was divided into ‘Sektors’ of A, B, C and D, mostly, and the display showed which sector the First- and Second-class carriages should align to. He had purchased a First-Class ticket and with this train, the First-Class carriage was in ‘Sektor A’.

The train arrived and he moved into First-Class as quickly as he could, found a seat; put his luggage into the overhead storage area and settled back into the comfy seat.

“Hi Mum, hope you and dad are having a wonderful time?”

“Oh, Oliver it will be so lovely to have you here with us. Vaduz is small but beautiful and we are both feeling totally relaxed. Tomorrow we will go visit the Castle,” said his mother excitedly.

“Mum that sounds fantastic. Is the hotel nice? How is dad?

“The hotel is beautiful. It is out from the of centre of town but we have hired a cabriolet to drive around in. Your father is enjoying the mountain air and the Rhein River is nearby, so he is very happy. Oliver, what time do you arrive in Vaduz?”

“I arrive roughly at four o’clock in the afternoon. It would be great if you and dad could pick me up at the Post Bus stop!”

His mother replied, “Of course darling. Not a problem. Your father will enjoy the driving.”

“That is great mum. See you at four o’clock and say hello to dad for me,” said Oliver slightly excited.

“Bye Oliver, love you!” was always the last thing his mother said on the telephone.

Oliver was an only child and at forty-one years of age was still treated, sometimes, like a little boy by his mother; but, he took advantage of the situation mostly. He liked his yearly holidays with his parents and even more so because they paid for everything!

Settling back into the seat, he closed his eyes only to be reminded of his encounter with Abdi in the airport toilets. He could now feel the stickiness of his unwashed cock against his boxer shorts. His cock thickened up remembering the hotness inside Abdi’s beautiful tight arse. He wanted to fuck him again, but more importantly, would like to be fucked by that monster Arab cock.

He zeytinburnu escort woke up as the train was pulling into the platform at Sargans. It was here where he needed to disembark from the train and catch a bus service directly to Vaduz. He had a little bit of time so strode casually through the railway station, looked into a couple of shops and then found his bus. On entering the bus, he was greeted in the typical Swiss way of saying hello, “Grüezi” and then on showing the driver his ticket, heard the familiar, “Dankeschön!”

“Aah! The friendliness of the Swiss, it is always like being welcomed home!” thought Oliver.

***

In Vaduz his mother and father were already waiting at the Post Bus stop and on seeing each other, greeted with the normal hugs and kisses.

“How was your trip Oliver?” asked his father.

“I enjoyed it for a change dad. Long hauls can be boring if one doesn’t have a good movie to watch and the airports are just one huge shopping centre with everyone rushing around and hardly a ‘hello’ from anyone; but it was good.

“The bus trip coming into Vaduz was great. I love the feeling of this valley and it seems much quieter and cleaner here than it is in Switzerland; not that the Swiss are dirty or anything, but you know what I mean!” mumbled Oliver.

“I know exactly what you mean son. It is great here. The hotel has an indoor swimming pool, beautiful outdoor eating areas and is run by a family. We have been very happy here for the past week,” explained Oliver’s father.

“And Oliver!” stammered the mother. “There is a wonderful fitness area in the hotel as well. I’ve already had two massages and the staff are so friendly and professional. The best I’ve encountered for a very long time! You know how picky I am with Wellness Centres and their staff!” said his mother rather seriously.

Oliver opted to sit in the back of the cabriolet, sun streaming down on his body and he was happy as his parents gabbled away in the front seats. The mountains forming the valley gave it such a feeling of seclusion and the natural beauty was ‘beautiful’. All he had to say, occasionally, was, “Aha. Oh yeah. Right. OK!”

Listening to his parents he thought, “If they knew that I’d fucked some hot young Arab man in a toilet cubicle, at the airport, they would be absolutely disgusted in me.”

“You know Oliver, this car can virtually drive itself!” said his father excitedly.

“Well Robert, you know how I feel about cars driving themselves and it will not be happening while I am in this car thank-you!” said Oliver’s mother sternly to her husband.

Oliver looked into the rear vision mirror and saw his father grin and then wink at him.

“Well Isabella, I am sure there will be time for Oliver and I to try out the self-drive features when you are having another beauty treatment,” spoke Robert lovingly.

“I would kill for a massage,” said Oliver.

“Well darling, when you are settled, book yourself in for a treatment at the hotel Wellness Centre. The masseuses are well trained and very good with their hands I must say!” blurted out Oliver’s mother.

Oliver felt disappointed immediately on hearing the word ‘masseuses’, he wanted a proper massage with a hot man!

The staff at the hotel greeted Oliver and his parents at the reception area and Oliver’s luggage was whisked away to their Suite before they had time to object. He was immediately impressed at the friendly welcoming and knew that he would enjoy his time here.

In the Suite, there were two huge bedrooms with separate bathrooms that enjoyed a full-sized bath and separate shower area. The lounge area was tastefully decorated with plumped up chairs, sofas and varying sized tables along with views of the Rhein River from the balcony.

“Mum, dad, thank you so much for inviting me here. It’s really beautiful and I look forward to my massage. I guess the restaurant food is also fairly delicious?” asked Oliver.

Oliver’s father spoke reassuringly, “Everything is wonderful here trust me! We have booked an outside table for tonight, in the area that has views of the valley and the Princes’ Castle. The gardens here are extraordinary and they have huge grass plants growing; one could almost get lost in them. There are also some good restaurants in the town.”

With a heavy breath, Oliver announced, “Well on hearing that, best I have a quick rest and tidy myself up for dinner. What is the dress code dad?”

His father opened his mouth to speak but Isabella cut him off short, “Smart casual Oliver, but none of that Sydney stuff with washed out jeans and holes in the knees!”

“OK! I get it mum, geesh,” smiling at being told what to do by mummy.

They all enjoyed the wonderful dinner and selection of wine and had almost remained speechless as they took in the succulent flavours and views of Vaduz. Oliver had a good time secretly flirting with the hot looking waiter, who was more than accommodating with his attention towards Oliver. şişli escort Luckily his parents didn’t notice, or maybe they chose to ignore their sons sexual behaviour.

Stumbling into the Suite a little bit drunk, Oliver immediately launched with, “Dad you were right, the food is bloody magnificent. The homemade Ravioli with veal-spinach stuffing was to die for and then the main menu of Swiss duck breast with Thai curry and basmati rice… what can I say.. totally orgasmic!”

Oliver’s mother huffed and puffed and spoke to him sternly, “Oliver, really, you are beyond the pale sometimes. Did I really bring such a smutty boy into this world?”

“Isabella, come on!” said Robert to his wife. “Oliver is a little drunk and excited that is all.”

Oliver apologised to his mother by blowing her lots of tender kisses and asking for forgiveness. Knowing full well, that it would take a lot more than one smutty word to make his mother so angry that she would ignore him for days. He topped it off with, “I would love a game of Tri-Dominoes! Do you have it with you?”

His mother said, “Ooohhh, you are such a smooth operator and you know I love playing that game and of course we have it with us as always!”

His parents carried the German game with them wherever they went. Oliver enjoyed the interactions they had while trying to reach the four-hundred points necessary to be the winner. It was a game of counting but easy and fun. It could be played until the top score was reached or carried over to different days.

Tonight, they played two rounds and then Oliver was a little tired and announced, “Anyone for a quick walk outside before bed?”

Both parents spoke together, “No thanks.”

Outside the weather was cool and Oliver walked around looking out at the mountains and soaking in the night air. He deliberately found the kitchen area and as he had hoped, the hot waiter was outside enjoying a cigarette.

“Cigarette sir?” asked the waiter.

“No, but I would love to suck on cock instead!” said Oliver, eyes flashing brightly.

The waiter, shocked, managed to answer with, “But we are not even on First name basis sir!”

“Oliver, just call me Oliver and you?”

“Louis.”

“Well Louis, I’ll take that as ‘Ja’ and lead me to your secret hiding place.”

Louis smiled, “Under the outdoor restaurant area and hidden by all the tall grasses is the best place. Follow me.”

Oliver followed Louis into the area among the decorative grasses. The laughter of late-night guests filled the air and this would at least cover up any noise the two men might make.

Louis appeared to be in his thirties and was a little bit shorter than Oliver. He wore his hair, tied back in a pony-tail.

As Oliver followed the waiter, he started to feel horny looking at the beautifully formed arse in the tight uniform. His cock started to push against his jeans. But tonight, he was hot for swallowing some hot man juice and Louis was the lucky man.

They walked into the middle of the tall grasses and once hidden, Louis turned and dropped his black pants to his ankles. Oliver dropped to his knees instantly and bit on the cock through the underwear.

“Mmmmm… some hot salami and that is just what I need tonight,” moaned Oliver as he sucked on Louis’ cock.

Louis felt Oliver’s wet mouth and moaned heavily, disguised by the laughter of the diners overhead. The underwear was soon pulled down around his knees and he felt Oliver take his short but thick uncut cock deep into his mouth.

“Mmmh, aah, uuhh,” gasped Louis. “Fuck you sure do know how to suck a man’s cock good.”

Oliver pulled away, “Give it all to me Louis, fuck my mouth as hard as you want and blow that man load.”

Louis took that as the signal to go for it, and he did.

Grabbing Oliver’s head and holding it firmly, he fucked Oliver’s willing mouth, feeling his cock push past the tonsils and into the open throat, grunting as he thrust.

“Oooooooo Baby! Suck it good. I’m gonna blow soon!” moaned Louis.

“I will take it all Louis, all of it…!”

Louis buried his belly into Oliver’s face as he pushed his cock as far as it could go, “Oohh.. fuck yeah, oh yeah.. fuck I’m cumming,” growled Louis as four big shots of cum hit the back of Oliver’s throat.

“MMMM…aahhhh yeah… mmmmm… ” moaned Oliver as he gulped down a huge load from an average sized cock.

Louis had finished cumming and started to pull his cock out but Oliver wasn’t finished with him yet. He pulled Louis back into him so that his face was buried into the public hair. His tongue ran around Louis’ shaft and then he slowly released the cock until the very tip of the foreskin and then Oliver bit into the flesh.

“Oh man, fuck, what are you doing?” yelped Louis.

“I don’t want you to forget me,” stammered Oliver.

Louis pulled himself together, pulled up his black pants, tidied himself up and went to walk away.

“Same place tomorrow night Louis!” asked Oliver.

“Yeah man. Bis dann!”

As Oliver walked back into the Hotel Suite his parents were still up and reading. His mother looked up and blurted out, “Oliver what has happened? Your jeans are all dirty at the knees. Are you alright darling?”

He thought to himself, “Trust my bloody mother to notice that as soon as I walk into the room!”

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This is the fourth part of the story of my time in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.

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While shooting the nude stills for Blaise I got the idea that I needed to make a video for him, something he could watch whenever he wanted, whenever I couldn’t be there to give him a show. Besides, why shouldn’t I join the homemade porn industry that was just starting up back then?

This was a major project I worked on each night for a couple weeks. I was trying to give him about an hour or so of me doing different things and posing in my apartment, in different clothes, standing, sitting, lying down, stripping for him – just like the still photos. I also knew that I would need to come up with something good for a finale.

At first I was reticent about masturbating for him. But, I think we crossed and burned that bridge when I started letting him suck me dry. Still, there was something to seeing someone please themselves. And, I thought Blaise would like to see me cum by my own hand and thought that masturbation would be a good finale for my video “portrait.”

I had recently bought a camcorder and low-level editing equipment with money I’d received from a deceased aunt. The equipment wasn’t the best, but it took every penny. As a photographer, I thought videography could be a new direction I might pursue some day. So, I could consider it a professional expense on my taxes. The camcorder was bulky and heavy but it was a good model with decent features for the price.

Since it was February I had to be careful about when I did my shoots. I wanted as much natural light as possible. So, I had to shoot fast and furious when I got home early from work and when I had time alone on the weekend. I couldn’t cut our Saturdays short. But, I could take advantage of Sundays. Blaise tried to spend his Sunday afternoons with his mother.

I used my still photos as a storyboard for the video. I had taken a video production class in college. So, I was aware of cut-shots and alternating angles, and I had a reasonable handle on editing. Shooting different angles meant both the shooting and editing processes would take much longer. But the finished product would be worth it.

I shot little vignettes that, essentially, were videos of what I showed myself doing in the stills. I had a few minutes showing me pulling off a polo and sliding my hands down my chest to my jeans to slowly unbutton and unzip them. I slid them down my legs to reveal a half-hard cock bulging against tight bikini underwear. Then that slowly headed south. When I’d shot it all from one angle I got dressed again, moved the camera and did it all over again. I even did a close-up showing the point at which my bikini-covered cock first popped out of my jeans and when the bikini itself came off.

I also shot a vignette that showed me waking up in bed. The single sheet was pulled off to reveal my raging morning wood with sunlight flowing through the blinds in the background. A close-up watched as I started to lightly rub the underside of my meat laying back on my abdomen. Between my fingertips I pinched the wrinkles of my frenulum leading up to the cyclops eye and pulled and shook it. I kept stroking and playing until a drop of pre-cum showed itself. Then I dipped my fingertip into it. A cut showed me put my finger in my waiting mouth.

I shot a vignette stripping out of the cut-off jeans I’d worn to mow Blaise’s yard with close-ups of my glans peaking out one of the legs. I did a few minutes showing me vacuum my own living room in the trunks he liked so much. I ended that one with a shot of me stretched out on my couch in the wet, sheer trunks drinking a beer with a close-up of my hard cock visible through the trunks.

I had only one tripod so I chose to shoot a vignette showing me shooting my nude crotch with a 35 mm camera handheld. I was just pointing the camera at my dick and balls at different angles. But, I was actually shooting film and developed and printed that roll to work the stills into the video.

Each of the vignettes ended with me nude. The ones in which I was sitting included a few minutes of me rubbing myself to an erection and fondling my balls. That already was a bit more than I’d done for him in person.

I also did some video duplicating the still photos Blaise liked showing my smooth balls, taint and asshole. In the video he got to see me juggling my balls and sliding my fingers over the smooth skin.

I spent a couple hours each night that week editing these snippets together. It was coming together very well. But I knew I was missing something. I wanted to end this with a bang, a man-made bang. I just couldn’t think of the right place or way to do it.

The following Saturday I headed to Blaise’s house to help him clean up. The day went as it usually does. But, just as I started washing our breakfast dishes, Blaise got maltepe escort a call. After only a minute on the phone he came to me and said he had to leave for a couple hours. He sounded disappointed. His brother wasn’t going to be able to take their mother to the grocery store. And, she was ready to go.

He was very apologetic, but I told him not to worry about it.

“I’m almost finished here,” I said. “I’ll lock up when I’m done. Just call me later. Maybe we can get a pizza later or catch a movie.”

“That sounds good.” He brightened up instantly. I think it was the first time either of us had suggested doing anything together besides lunch or our little play dates at his house. I think we both were surprised the suggestion was mine.

The minute he closed the door an incredible idea popped into my head. I knew exactly how to finish my video.

I threw on some clothes and rushed out the door as soon as I placed the last glass in the drying rack. Ten minutes later I was back with my camcorder and tripod. I used Blaise’s hidden key to get back in and started setting up for my vignette in his house.

Just like I’d done with the still photos, I wanted to give Blaise a video record of the things we’d done together so far. So, I headed into the master bedroom and set up my camera across the bed from where I’d been standing on that first night I stripped for him. I wanted to give him the same perspective he’d had on that night. I knew I had to hurry. But even so, I shot some close-ups and alternate angles.

I also had brought the clothes – or similar ones – that I’d been wearing that night. I stripped slowly out of them on camera and started rubbing my cock to get it going. I stroked and played for a few minutes, making sure to get my play from multiple angles.

Then I headed quickly into the living room to shoot myself naked on the couch, rubbing and fondling. I also shot a couple minutes of close-up play in there.

Since I couldn’t shoot in a steamy bathroom, I bit the bullet and showered with water barely warm enough to allow me to get hard. First, I shot myself undressing and stepping into the shower. I jumped when the cold water hit my bare skin. But, after a minute or two, I acclimated to the temperature and got busy soaping myself up, playing with my dick and balls. I even turned around to show some ass play. There were no cut shots of the actual shower because enough was enough. But, I did shoot some cut shots of myself walking through the dining room into living room in the towel. Finally, I set up in the kitchen so Blaise would have video of me getting a beer out of the fridge and walking over to the kitchen table. I sat in a chair and put one leg up on the table letting the towel fall open. This one, of course, included plenty of video from the perspective of looking straight at my swinging dick as I sat down and the towel dropped open.

While the camera rolled, I rubbed the wet beer bottle over my meat to get it wet and started rubbing it to erection. By now I was so turned on the coldness of the bottle meant nothing. I leaned over and spit on my glans just as Blaise had done and started jacking myself. When I felt I needed more lubricant I reached for the beer and poured some on my hot cock. The cold liquid was electrifying as it ran over my shaft, down and over my balls and between my scrotum and thighs. I stroked the length of my shaft and rolled my palm over the head until I uncontrollably threw me head back, eyes clenched shut. I exploded hot streams of cum feet into the air, some landing on my stomach, some on my thighs, some even in the puddle of beer on the floor. The first few went so high they left the video frame. This was the first time I really wished I had two cameras, one to get a full view of me in the chair, and another to get a close-up of my exploding cock.

The feeling was incredible. But, even though I was sweating and my chest was heaving, I had to clean up quickly and get out before Blaise returned and caught me creating his best surprise yet.

He called me later that afternoon and we met at a local burger joint for dinner.

While we waited for our food Blaise pulled his hand out of his pocket and held his fist out to me over the table. I raised an eyebrow and slowly held out my upturned hand.

He dropped a key into my waiting palm.

“What – .”

“It’s the key to my house,” he said. “You’re welcome any time.”

“I already knew that,” I said. “But, thank you. This is – special.”

I immediately added it to my key ring right next to my apartment key.

We ate a little more quickly than usual and spent the night at his place.

After I went home the next day, I spent a few hours editing the footage I’d shot at Blaise’s. Since I’d already edited the footage from my apartment, it didn’t take too long to have a finished product. My editing equipment was hardly what you would call high-end. But it was just good enough to do a decent job on Blaise’s video. It took manavgat escort extra time, but I was even able to include decent segues and fades and a soundtrack of classic rock and current songs with sexual themes; many were songs I knew he liked.

The minute I was happy with the finished product I headed to the office to use the copier to make correctly sized copies of one of my photos to replace the label of the tape and its case. I chose a shot that included only my bare torso, no face or genitals, so it wouldn’t be too suspicious if someone else happened to see it laying around. I went straight home to glue my labels on to the tape and case. I couldn’t wait for Blaise to see this! He was going to cum in his pants!

It was nearly 7 p.m. when I rang his doorbell.

“What are you doing here?” he asked pushing the door open for me. “This is an unexpected pleasure seeing you both Saturday and Sunday.”

“I have something for you,” I said. I held up the tape. “It’s a little something I’ve been working on.”

“Something else?” His eyes popped when he saw it was a video and he recognized my photo on it.

“What’s it called, ‘Hot-Ass Stud?'” he asked walking to the VCR.

I shut the door as he sat on the edge of the couch. The video opened with an image of me in my living room pulling a shirt over my head.

He didn’t even seem to notice that I sat on the end of the couch, watching him. He was motionless throughout the entire 75-minute tape. He didn’t blink. His mouth was slack and I think I saw a drop of saliva fall from his lip. At one point his left hand went to his crotch and started rubbing through his jeans.

He moaned and let out a long breath when he saw me put a pre-cum covered fingertip in my mouth.

“Oh, I know those shorts,” he said a couple minutes later.

“Holy shit!” His exclamation could’ve been heard outside when he realized I’d shot some of the video in this house, in his house, without his knowledge. “Wait! This is exactly what we’ve done!”

“This is amaz – .” He stopped breathing when he saw me jacking off in his kitchen. He reached over and grabbed my thigh when my image poured beer on its dick.

By the time he saw the closing close-up image of my cum mixing with beer on his floor his chest was heaving.

“Oh. My. God!” he yelled getting up from the couch. There was a sizeable wet spot visible on his shorts. I think he did cum in his pants.

“This is amazing!” He said, dropping back on to the couch to hit Rewind.

“When did you do this?” he asked finally looking over at me. “How did you do this?”

“Well, most of it was shot at my apartment a little at a time over the last couple weeks,” I said. I was starting to pull my shoes off.

“You spent two weeks on this?”

“I shot the footage here yesterday after you left.”

“Yesterday? How did you get all this done so quick? This is amazing!”

“I already had everything done except what I shot here,” I explained, pulling my shirt off. “Adding that in wasn’t too difficult. I did that this afternoon. And, I just made the labels at the office a little while ago.”

As soon as the tape was rewound, Blaise hit play again, his eyes never leaving the screen.

While he was occupied, I went to the bathroom, showered off quickly and returned in my trademark folded towel. I brought a hand towel, wet wash cloth, and small bottle of lube with me. I spread out on the end of the couch with the towel draped loosely over my crotch. Now that he had watched me jack off on tape, I supposed it was time he watched me do it in person.

I started rubbing my balls first. I knew he probably would finish the tape before he remembered the real me was in the room. So, I wanted to go slow, but be ready when he finally noticed me again. By the end of the second showing, I had walked naked to the kitchen without him ever seeing that I had nothing on and was already half hard.

He finally looked over at me as he hit the Rewind button for the second time. I think his hand was shaking.

“Shit! When did the hot-ass stud get naked?”

“While you were pre-occupied I had a shower and a beer,” I said, stroking my cock. “I was thinking that, now that you’ve seen me manhandle myself on tape, you might want to watch it in person.”

Some sort of animal, guttural moan came from his throat as he stared at my groin and the hand that was fondling it.

“I’d rather watch this in bed if you don’t mind.”

“Let’s go,” I said and walked out.

I was sitting up with one knee up and the other leg spread wide as I started lightly stroking my cock again. Blaise lay across the foot of the bed facing my groin. He was close enough for me to drape one leg over his hips. I had brought the towel and wash cloth with me.

I rubbed and stroked and pinched my frenulum again just like the video. And, when pre-cum showed up it went straight to my mouth. As the pleasure built I watched his face and his eyes as they watched marmaris escort my hand move up and down. I squeezed a little lube into my hand and slid my butt down some as my breath became more labored. I reached around my raised leg to rub my taint and asshole with one hand while I squeezed more lube on my glans with the other. I started massaging the lube into my meat moaning and grunting a little with each stroke. Blaise was rubbing my shin with one hand. I couldn’t see the other, but I could feel something else moving just out of my sight. I was a little surprised he still was dressed.

Watching him, seeing the lust in his eyes, it didn’t take long for me to get to that familiar point where I throw my head back and start convulsing. My cum streamed high into air and landed on my stomach and chest. I continued pumping it out with one hand as I spread it over my skin with the other.

I let Blaise clean my cock, balls and chest with my wash cloth. His light rubbing with the cloth turned into light rubbing with his hand. In spite of having just exploded and being incredibly sensitive, his careful attention was having an effect as my dick was visibly gaining strength again.

“Now, I want to see you do that,” I said. “Tit for tat. Let me watch you abuse yourself.”

He raised his eyebrows as if to say something. But, just got up and pulled his shirt off. I shifted my position so I could better watch him undress.

He bent down and pulled his shoes and socks off, then slid his pants down. He was wearing bikini underwear just like mine that barely restrained his hard cock.

“Do you want me to do it standing here?” he asked. “Or, can I lay down?”

“Please.” I said sliding over to make room for his nude form.

He lay down and started stroking himself. He seemed nervous.

“What’s the matter?” I asked. “Are you nervous?”

“I don’t know why,” he said, clearly glad I said something first. “It isn’t like I’m not doing anything you didn’t just do. And, given everything else we’ve done – .”

I lay my hand on his bare thigh. I could see he really was nervous for some reason.

“How about if I take your mind off it by giving you something to watch and concentrate on?” I added.

I sat up with my legs crossed in front of me so he could have an unobstructed view of my cock again. I reached down and started rubbing my own member as he started to stroke his own.

For a long moment his eyes didn’t leave my limp dick just like before. I knew it was going to take a while for me to get anywhere. But, I knew watching me would make it easier on him. I have to admit I was a little intrigued. I’d never watched another man do this – on video or in person.

After a few minutes I lay one hand on his thigh. He caught his breath when he felt my touch and reciprocated by rubbing a hand up my thigh almost to my hip.

“It looks like you need some lube. Do you want my bottle? Or, should I give you some of mine?” I leaned down so close my lips nearly touched his glans and spit on his cock.

His eyes were wide when I rose back up. He began jacking himself furiously.

From the rate of Blaise’s breathing, I could only assume he was close. Having never watched him masturbate before, I had no idea what his response would be. My own cock was responding to the show and my own stroking.

I let him watch me lean down close to my own growing meat and spit on the head. Then, I got up on my knees next to him as I continued jacking my spit-wet cock. He alternated between staring at my now throbbing dick and running his eyes up my chest to meet my gaze. I could see the lust in his eyes and assumed he could see the same in mine. Once he leaned over and licked my glans while staring into my eyes.

That was nearly all it took and I doubled over as I started to tremble. I was close enough to my friend that my head lay on his shoulder and my glans nearly touched his left arm as my convulsions started. Then I felt him shake, as well.

Just as my first jet of cum shot across his skin he exploded spraying his own hot white fluid into the air. He grunted loudly between labored breaths. I was unconsciously drooling on his shoulder. My cock was draining across his bare chest.

We didn’t move until we both were empty and sweating, our breathing still heavy but slowing. I still rested my head on his bare shoulder. He leaned his over on to mine.

Before I lifted my head I reached over and handed him the hand towel. As I lifted my head from his shoulder I kissed his shoulder.

He immediately turned toward me. His nose brushed my hair and forehead. I looked up to see what he was doing. Half a second later his lips were on mine.

It was tender, smooth and sweet. In its way it was innocent and loving. My left hand landed on his chest while we kissed. I ignored my white goo and continued the kiss.

After a minute of this I pulled back and slid off the bed. I was suddenly thirsty. I asked if he wanted anything. He said was going to take a shower. He wore all of my sticky load on his chest and some of his own.

When he came to the living room I was sitting on the couch shirtless in my jeans. In my haste to deliver Blaise’s video, I hadn’t thought to bring anything else. He was surprised to see that I’d found one of his gay porn videos.