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The Pilgrim theater was in what they used to call the ‘Combat Zone’ of Boston, the other end of Washington Street from City Hall Plaza, just at the start of Chinatown. I loved that place. Sadly, it’s a parking lot now. Once a proud vaudville house, it became a movie theater in the late 50s. In the late 90s, it was a porno theater, a massive one. One where a guy could sit peacefully with his pants down and his cock out.

I was just about to blow a load, so I slowed my stroke a little. It was Friday evening and I was on the latter half of my Friday ritual. Rather than go all the way out to the burbs and then back in for post work-week fun and frolic, I had a beer at the bar near my office, then walked down to where the movies were XXX. I usually killed an hour or so before meeting friends at the regular place across the river for the Friday festival of drunken drunkeness and hooking up. A good wank after work made me more relaxed, sociable and less likely to caveman the first woman I saw at the bar. “Me think you hot!”

Sitting in the theater with my pants down to my knees, my shirt pulled up and my tie flung over my shoulder, I was the picture of a young banker “spanking the monkey” after a hard day of capitalism.

Men walked past the otherwise empty row I was in. Some of them feeling the air in front of them, blind from walking into the dim theater from the still sunny street. Others, eyes adjusted to the dark, occasionally looked my way long enough for me to cover up a little, which is the universal ‘get lost’ signal.

Sometimes I loved being watched while I jerked off, I enjoyed it when I sat down and got my dick out near some newbie who probably spent hours screwing up the courage to go into a porn theater. He’d watched me with a mix of terror and curiosity out of the corner of his eye, Or he’d just run off leaving me alone with my cock, wich was good, too.

But sometimes guys want to do more than look and I didn’t want to attract that kind of company. Watching is one thing, but if a guy came and sat next to me, I’d loose my hardon and have to start over in another seat. And once you get comfortable…It’s a pain in the ass to get your pants up, survey another spot and stake it out.

I was sitting in what was commonly thought of as the “straight section” of the theater. Despite this, men cruised up and down the aisles looking for cocks to use.

Cruisers took their chances in the “straight section.” Maybe they catch a guy in immediate need of a warm mouth, any warm mouth; maybe you get punched in the face. You say potato, I say get the fuck off of me!

Some guys got hysterical if a gay approached them for sex, yelling, standing up with idignation, shoving, name calling. Regulars, like me, uderstood, but more often than not we would laugh at the poor guy; tell him to shut the fuck up and stop being a baby.

I was getting off on watching a nurse get spit roasted between two soldiers and the feel of my fat, curved cock slapping against my stomach. There was ball squeezing, too.

I was having a fine old time by myself, working my balls through the fingers of my left hand and back, when an older guy walked past me, paused and continued on. He looked like all the career guys at my bank, married, white-haired, weekend golfer-types who would someday love Tiger but vote Bush.

He sat down two rows ahead of me. I scanned him as best I could in the light of the military threesome on the screen and, once I was sure he wasn’t one of my many bosses, I got back to my cock.

I always wondered what I would say if a co-worker happened to walk in and see me pleasuring myself. “Oh, hey, Bill! How are you. I’d shake your hand but, y’know, masturbating. How are the kids? Great! See you Monday.”

I like a slow build up to an orgasm; I find it soothing, relaxing. I had been there for about a half-hour, working up, backing off, and I was getting close to the big finish.

I got out my little tube of Vasaline, y’know, the kind they used to make for chapped lips. Perfect for wankers on-the-go like me. I added some to my slick cock, ataşehir escort pulled my white shirt up a little higher spread my legs and lengthend my stroke. Any minute now.

I saw him out of the corner of my eye, moving down the aisle, a mountain of a man, a gigantic black guy in what looked like a mechanic’s shirt, the kind with a name patch.

I’m a big guy myself, linebacker-size, but this guy was like something out of a movie, a football/gladiator movie. He must have been 6’6″ and three hundred pounds of muscle. He moved carefully into the row of seats in front of me, blotting out the screen completely for a moment, and sat down with a spring torturing plop.

Okay, so I’m sitting in a porn theater with my pants down, my cock up and a giant mechanic sitting less than a two feet away from me.

I considered moving. He didn’t seem gay; he might not have know I was there behind him at all. Guys are often blind until their eyes adjust to the dim, and I had seen many a misunderstanding when men bump into each other in the dark. In any case, I didn’t want to have to think about him, but I was set up and and nearing the finish line.

I resolved to stay the course, get it done and ignore any distractions. I tried to focus on the movie, but I was distracted by the mass of shoulders and the bull-like neck just in front of me and to my right.

I was refocusing on the deep throating nurse (ah, the classics), when the mechanic leaned forward. He seemed to be trying to hear what the non-banker guy was saying to him. He was talking softly to the giant.

I thought to myself, boy are you barking up the wrong tree, mister, expecting at minimum the loud, insulted departure of one or both of these guys. Great. Get the fuck out and let a man abuse himself in peace.

Instead, I saw the non-banker’s lips moving, a brief flash of a smile, the giant’s head nodded once and he leaned back. And before I could get annoyed with his shiney, shaved head blocking the lower right hand corner of the screen again, his tree branch-like left arm came up over the seat, slipped between my legs and I felt the mechanic’s hand close around my cock and balls like a snug cockring. It was warm, almost hot, rough and very, very strong.

I froze. Y’know, the way guys freeze when you grab their balls. We’re funny that way. I was in total shock.

Instinctively, I put my hand on the forearm connected to the hand. It was like iron. I felt panic for a moment but the sheer strength and size of the hand on my package forced me to gather my wits and think. It’s not the kind of situation you want to flail around screaming in.

He squeezed, which almost made me yell out. It felt like he could pull me out of my seat by my dick, just toss me a few rows forward, like a suitcase by its handle. Or maybe he’d just eunich me with a flick of the wrist.

I tried to push his hand off me. He didn’t turn around, didn’t let me go, but I think he realized he was holding me too tightly and his grip loosened. My desperate attempt to push him off of my probably seemed more like guidence to him. He started feeling around, between my balls and up the length of my dick as if he was exploring new territory.

One I realized that my cock and balls weren’t going to be compacted, I relaxed slightly and looked around. I didn’t know what to do.

I can imagine everyone reading this saying, “Oh, I would have pulled up my pants and left after giving him a stern talking to.” Right. Because you think so clearly when you’re half naked in a semi-public space with a hand the size of your head pulling your balls. I admire you.

He let go off my of my cock and concentrated on my balls, stretching them out the way I had been minutes before only harder. He ran his fingers through my pubes. His fingers were so hot. I was still in shock, not sure what was happening, but, almost against my will, I spread my legs a little more.

The non-banker was looking at us the whole time. He said something to the mechanic who immediately grabbed my dick again and avcılar escort squeezed the length of it.

I saw the silluette of his head nod.

“Yeah,” he said in a deep breathy voice, “it’s big.”

He stroked me, rough fingers slipping up and across the tip, an electric sensation threw my head back and curled my toes.

Something else the non-banker whispered to the mechanic made him say, “Yeah, it’s hard.”

I couldn’t tell if the mechanic or the non-banker were jerking off. All I knew is they were both focused on me.

I almost came. I had been close before The Hand; shock had knocked me down a few notches, but his heavy handed stroking blindsided me. I felt it coming and I didn’t know what to do.

I was worried that if I came in his hand he would be disgusted and wipe the mess on my pants. I didn’t relish the idea of trying to hide a big greasy cumstain on my suit at the bar or all the way home. Or maybe he would feak out the moment he felt the wet in his hand. My body tensed up in panic as I tried to fight down the orgasm.

I restricted his arm as much as I could, actually straining to stop his slow stroking of my dick. I tried to pry his fingers off my cock with mine but slipped ineffectively around the cage his fingers formed. I sucked in air between my teeth and I put my head down in concentration that must have looked like prayer.

He seemed to understand, sensed my dilema. He held still for a moment while I fought the wave. I felt precum running down my balls. I shook, trembling from almost cuming from, fighting back from cuming and relaxed my grip on the arm that was tormenting me.

The world between cumming and not coming is a kind of limbo. Fighting off an orgasm is possible, but it leaves you in a surreal world. A world where you haven’t quite cum and you can’t quite rest. The black and white world of “I need to cum ” and “I came” is instead gray.

My world was deep shade of gray when his hand slipped down, sliding through precum, rubbing across my taint and onto my asshole. I jumped in my seat a little and he got under me a little more. I could not believe what was happening.

I looked around the dark theater. No one seemed to be watching, except for the non-banker, who was talking to the mechanic the whole time. He was asking about my asshole.

The mechaninc pressed against my pucker but he couldn’t push his fat finger into me. The angle was bad, and I was clenched like a caved-in coal mine.

I moved to pull my pants up and he returned to my cock which was still rock hard despite the fingering. The way he squeezed my cock lengthwise in his massive hand sent shivers through me. I’d never felt such complete tightness.

I relaxed, I looked around again. Dozens of vague outlines watching the movie or watching the cruisers. The mechanic pulled me forward in my seat by my sac, stretching my balls.

I tried to resist, but slid forward a little. I couldn’t see his face or hear what he was saying, but I knew non-banker was odering the mechanic to finger me, willing it.

He pushed his finger against my hole, the angle was better now. I was pushing against his arm but again he overcame my feeble resistance. I felt the pressure of his finger pushing into me and my hole opening for him. I was amazed and very turned on suddenly. Everything dropped away and all I could feel was his red hot finger in my ass.

I gasped and pushed off of the giant finger in my hole. It felt like my heart was beating in my asshole, beating fast.

The mechanic said something to the non-banker and I barely made out the non-banker’s reply, “tight” and “try again” respectively. His voice was soothing, warm, fatherly.

I suddenly wanted to do what he said. Wanted to please him. I took out my little tube of Vasaline and squeezed an unseen amount onto what I hoped was the mechanic’s fingers where it probably mixed with trace amounts of Liquid Wrench and STP.

I sat back in the seat, slid forward and breathed deep. The mechanic looked over his shoulder and slipped alanya escort his hand under me. His fingers rubbed my taint making my dripping cock harder and then he slid into me gradually. All the way. A thick finger deep inside me as far as he could reach.

It was slow, firm, painful; it was electric, like he was sliding into every part of my body at once. My fingers griped his arm so tight it must have left marks. I felt my ass stretching, filling up with his big, warm finger and I gave in. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t care who saw.

If the lights had come up and a marching band came down the aisle followed by a news crew and my nanna, I would have held onto his arm and told him to ignore them.

We looked at each other for a moment. I was shaking as he pulled his finger all the way out of my ass and slowly pushed in again. He finger-fucked me slowly like this, looking at me. I was sure he could see me better than I could him. The light of the sex on the screen likely illuminate what must have been a look of amazement mixed with raw lust on my face.

He posted in and out of me slowly making me shiver every time. I hadn’t touched my cock after he was in me. It was leaking like crazy. I was a mess; scrunched down in my chair, feet off the floor, legs wide, greasy finger in my ass, precum runing down my belly into my pubes. He looked at the non-banker.

They said something to each other and then I felt a second finger. I tried to be quiet as he spread my virgin hole even wider. I moaned and hissed through my teeth, but it felt amazing, like he was almost there, almost had it…so close.

He had two fingers halfway in me when I started to cum without touching my dick.

Later I would find out all about the prostate, but at the moment, with this strangers hand up my ass, I bucked and shook in my theater chair like I was on a mechanical bull, cum firing up in the air and onto my stomach, on my undershirt.

I gasped and dug my fingers into his arm again, smearing him with cum. He slipped one of his fingers out and drove the other one up into me lifting me almost out of my seat. I felt almost weightless. I grabbed my cock and and jerked it.

I jerked my sloppy cock off hard and fast to match the intesity of his deep thrust and the shuddering orgasm seemed to echo and last forever, until I slumped in the chair twitching like I had just been tazered repeatedly. I felt exhausted, but good, like I had just played football all afternoon. Except for the finger in my ass, of course.

I tapped the mechanic’s arm weakly leaving a scrawl of cum, precum and Vasaline grafitti, and exhaled loudly. He withdrew his finger, got up, towering, and looked down at me, a wet, sprawled mess, and walked up the aisle without a word.

I thought maybe he was disgusted that I made his arm sticky.

Well, don’t go around jerking people off then, asshole, I thought and laughed to myself as I sat up.

Ugh! What the fuck happened? I Just wanted to get a nut before heading out and now I was in an adult theater, pants down, covered in cum with a sore ass. The little wad of bar napkins I’d stuffed in my pocket wasn’t going to handle this brawny-sized mess.

I was considering taking off my undershirt and using it to towel off when the mechanic walked back down the aisle and handed me a bunch of paper towels, both wet and dry.

“Thanks”, I said, taking the paper from the hand that had been a part of me five minutes earlier. “No problem,” he said in a deep voice. He nodded at the non-banker, who was still watching, and walked out.

I cleaned up, wiped off the seat, adjusted my clothes and hoped my tie would cover any cum transfer from my damp undershirt. Dressed, tucked and ready to go, I got up, ass twinging. The non-banker, still watching me, waved goodbye. Without thinking, I waved back.

I went to the bathroom and washed up. I could hear someone getting a very wet, very loud blowjob in the stall behind me. When I stepped out of the theater, the sun was setting.

I looked around to see if I saw the mechanic. I didn’t know if I wanted to see him or not see him. I didn’t see him. I shrugged and decided to go home instead of the bar and walked to the subway. There were pleanty of seats but I stood up all the way home and beat off two more times when I got there.

I bought the dildo the following Friday.

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Dublin, 1926

Aidan was folding his laundry when his roommate Stephen came in. “Hey, Aidan. Matron wants to see you when you’re finished with that.” Aidan sighed. He had an idea what it was about. He was now eighteen, and could no longer stay at the orphanage. The matron probably wanted to see if he’d found a job and a place to live yet. He hadn’t, and was growing worried. He placed his folded clothes in a drawer and walked down the hall to the matron’s office. The matron, a kindly-faced woman in her sixties, smiled when Aidan opened the door. “Hello, dear. Have a seat.” He did so, folding his hands in his lap nervously, and began to speak. “I-I know I’m almost out of time. I’ve been trying to find something, but all the flats I find are too expensive…”

The matron interrupted him. “Don’t worry. I wanted to tell you about an invitation you’ve received.” Aidan blinked. “An… invitation?” She nodded. “There’s a small college not far from here called the Harrington School for Boys. Every year they offer a scholarship to two orphans in the city. You’d be able to continue your education, up to another four years. Your room and board would be included. I put your name in last month, and I’ve just received a letter from the headmaster. You’ve been accepted.”

——

A week later, Aidan packed up all of his things and left the orphanage where he’d spent the last eight years of his life. A hired car brought him and his luggage to a very large mansion, practically a castle, near the center of town. A high stone wall with iron gates surrounded the place, making it look somewhat foreboding. Aidan was surprised to see there were even two armed guards at the gate. Did important people go to this school? He’d never heard of it before. Two uniformed servants appeared to carry Aidan’s things, and a tall, handsome middle-aged man stepped forward to shake his hand. “You must be Aidan Sheridan. I’m Niall Harrington, the headmaster. Welcome. Allow me to show you to your room.” Aidan and the servants followed the headmaster up a wide, ornate staircase to the second floor and down a hallway. The headmaster knocked sharply on a door. Aidan noticed there were two nameplates reading “Ainsley” and “Sheridan.” A young man opened the door and smiled slightly. He was a bit shorter than Aidan, and strikingly pretty. Very pale skin, a boyish face, light blond hair and large, unusually coloured eyes – a soft greenish blue.

“Aidan, this is your roommate, Graham Ainsley. He’s just a few months older than you. I hope you’ll get along well.” Graham stepped forward and extended his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” His smile was charming. Aidan found himself blushing a little and hoping the others wouldn’t notice. The servants placed Aidan’s suitcases in a corner and were dismissed. The headmaster placed a hand on Aidan’s shoulder. “You can unpack later. For now you’ll have a checkup with the school doctor. I’ll show you to his office.”

Aidan blinked. “Doctor? But I’m not sick.”

The headmaster smiled. “It’s just a routine checkup. Everyone gets one when they first arrive, nothing to be worried about. Come along with me, back to the first floor.”

Aidan was escorted to a clean, pleasant infirmary – a large room divided into two areas. In the first, the doctor sat behind a large wooden desk, with shelves of books behind him. The doctor himself looked quite young, no more than thirty. He was tall and slender, with long, prematurely grey hair tied at the back of his neck with a ribbon and silver-rimmed spectacles framing his eyes. He smiled brightly. “Oh, hello. You must be Aidan. Have a seat. I’m Dr. Brennan.”

The headmaster turned to leave. “I’ll see you tonight at dinner, Aidan. Feel free to go back to your room when you’re done here.” Aidan sat down mecidiyeköy escort in one of the two chairs in front of the desk, clasping his hands nervously. The doctor took out a file and looked down at it. “Let’s see… born in Dublin, started living at the orphanage when you were nine. You’ve performed well in your education so far. And you’re eighteen, yes?”

“Yes, sir. For a few weeks now.” The doctor looked at him critically. “A little small for your age. But that’s normal for some, myself included. Let’s check your height and weight, shall we?”A normal enough start to a checkup, then. Aidan stepped onto a scale and let the doctor measure him. The doctor murmured the specifics to himself as he noted them. “Height five feet seven inches, weight one hundred and thirty-seven pounds, green eyes… is the colour of your hair natural?”

Aidan blinked, a bit taken aback by the question. “Yes…”

“Auburn hair, pale skin, freckles. Any scars or birthmarks?”

“None that I’m aware of.”

“Very well. Please get undressed and sit on the exam table for me.”

“…undressed? Can I keep my underwear on at least?”

“No, sorry. I need to do a full examination.” The doctor smiled and shrugged apologetically.

“Okay…” Aidan undressed, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin, though whether it was due to a chill in the room or anxiety at the situation it was hard to say. He laid his folded clothes on a chair and sat down on the exam table. The doctor busied himself nearby, putting on rubber gloves and pulling out his stethoscope. Things proceeded normally enough at first. The doctor checked his heartbeat and breathing, took his temperature, tested his reflexes. But then things began to get strange.

“Okay, now, Aidan, please lie down on your back for me… okay. Now put your feet up here in these stirrups.” Aidan did so reluctantly, not liking the way the position exposed his bare backside. He’d always thought such things were only for women giving birth or some such. He couldn’t imagine what the purpose of such positioning was. He noticed the doctor had a ruler in his hand. He gasped when the older man gently grasped his penis and held it against the ruler.

“D-doctor, what are you doing?”

“Hmm? Just a genital examination to make sure everything’s normal. There’s no need to be nervous. Let’s see… five point three inches flaccid. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of. Next we’ll be measuring when it’s hard. Just breathe calmly and try to relax.” Aidan gasped again as the doctor wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke him slowly. His gloved hand was smeared with some sort of lubricant, which made it slide smoothly up and down Aidan’s shaft. Aidan blushed furiously and shut his eyes, too embarrassed to protest. He hadn’t been to a doctor in years, and for all he knew this was a legitimate part of a complete examination. He opened his eyes in shock, however, when he felt a slick presence against his rear entrance. He cried out quietly as the doctor inserted a lubricated finger into his anus.

“A-ah, sir…”

“Shh, shh. Just looking for your prostate…” the doctor probed further, and Aidan cried out again as the finger rubbed against a spot deep inside him. He felt his cock stiffening and whimpered in shame. The doctor removed his finger and picked up the ruler again. “Let’s see… six point seven inches erect! Very impressive.” He grinned at Aidan, who could only whimper and squirm in embarrassment. To his dismay, the doctor soon re-inserted his finger, pressing against that spot again insistently. “S-sir… if you keep doing that… m’going to…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. That’s the point. We have to make sure you CAN ejaculate, after all.” The maddening pendik escort stroking continued, both inside and out. “There, there. You’re very tight… I assume you haven’t had anything inside you before?”

“N-no, sir! Of course not!” Aidan was aghast. The doctor just chuckled. “Well, that’s going to change.”

“Wh-what?”The doctor continued stroking him, and Aidan couldn’t help whimpering. His toes curled as he neared the point of no return, and he closed his eyes again and panted for air as his orgasm overtook him. He felt the semen spatter his stomach and chest as the doctor continued to stroke him gently. “There we go. Very good. You’re a fine, healthy boy.”

“Wh-what did you mean, that’s going to change…” The doctor smiled knowingly. “This is a very, very special school, Aidan. The boys here are educated to bring others pleasure. And in doing that, you’re often going to find yourself getting things stuck in that cute backside of yours.”

“What?! I thought… this was a university…”

“Oh, it is… of sorts. You’ll be learning other things as well. But Mr. Harrington isn’t interested purely in academics.”

“Th-then I don’t want to stay here! I’ll go back to the orphanage… I’ll find somewhere else to go! Please fetch the headmaster, I want to leave!” The doctor chuckled.

“Afraid I can’t let you do that. You saw the guards when you came in, yes?”

Aidan nodded, still flushed.”They’re there to ensure no one leaves the grounds. Every student spends at least four years here. If anyone does get to leave, they’re paid handsomely to keep quiet about this place… and assured that there will be grave consequences if they don’t. So your best bet is to get used to it. It’s not so bad. You might find yourself having a great deal of fun.” Aidan was blinking back tears, suddenly despondent. “Did the matron from the orphanage know she was sending me to a place like this?!”

The doctor smiled, not unsympathetically. “Oh, yes. She’s been working with us for years. You know how hard it can be to find places for boys your age. She can’t be blamed for finding what solutions she can.” He started gently wiping the semen from Aidan’s chest and belly with tissues. Aidan choked back a sob, turning his face away. He’d always liked the matron, and thought she was fond of him too. This came as a terrible shock. He flinched as the doctor reached down and tousled his hair. “You’ll get used to it.”

“C-can I put my legs down now?”

“Not just yet. I know you’re tight, but I need to see how much you can handle. Just try to relax.” Aidan watched in horror as the doctor unzipped a leather case with several metal objects inside. It was clear that they were meant to be inserted into his backside, and he shrank in horror. The doctor removed the smallest plug and coated it with the same lubricant he’d applied to his hands earlier. Aidan whimpered pitifully as the slick metal object was pressed to his entrance and gradually pushed inside. It got wider, straining painfully against his flinching sphincter before finally narrowing once it was fully wedged inside his rectum. Despite the discomfort, Aidan felt a slight stirring in his cock. He supposed the plug must be pushing against that same spot the doctor had found with his fingers. The doctor pressed the base of the plug, smiling as Aidan’s erection began to return. “There we go. That’s a good boy.” He slid the plug back out of him, and Aidan winced as the widest part of it strained against his aching hole again. The doctor rubbed the little entrance with a tenderness that Aidan supposed was meant to be comforting, but he couldn’t get past his horror at having anyone touch such an intimate part of him. Soon a larger plug was stretching him, sancaktepe escort and this time he whimpered more readily, though his erection remained. The third plug, however, brought him to tears as it was forced inside. The doctor stopped there, examining Aidan’s entrance once the plug was removed. “Okay, that one made you bleed a little, so it’s the last we’ll use for now. In your first couple of weeks here nothing larger than that will be used on you. Now just lie back and relax while I shave you. It should feel nice.”

“Sh-shave me?! Why?”

“All the boys here are shaved. In the future your prefect will be responsible for shaving you twice a week. Have you met him yet?”

“Prefect? Is that someone other than my roommate?”

“Yes. There’s a prefect for every four students. They’re sort of advanced students, who are put in charge of the younger boys. I believe Reed Burgess is your prefect. You’ve only met your roommate so far, then?”

“Yes.” Aidan fell silent as the doctor brought a bowl of warm water from a nearby sink and began to gently lather up his buttocks and genitals. Embarrassing as this whole experience was, the warm suds did feel pleasant. The doctor wielded the razor gently and efficiently, and soon Aidan’s crotch and bottom were entirely hairless. He was dried off, and the doctor finally allowed him to remove his feet from the stirrups and sit up.

“Can I put my clothes on now?”

“Not just yet. There’s one more test – I need to check your pain tolerance.”

“Uh? How do you do that?”

“Nothing complicated – I’m just going to give you a spanking.”

“What?! I haven’t been spanked since I was twelve!”

The doctor chuckled. “Well, again, that’s something that’s going to change. Corporal punishment is the main form of discipline here, and usually that’s going to involve your bare backside.” He approached a comfortable-looking chair and patted his lap. “Just come lie over my lap like a good boy and it’ll be over soon.”

Aidan felt like grabbing his clothes and running away, but he knew he had nowhere to run. Reluctantly he approached the older man and stretched over his thighs, his legs trembling as he tried to arrange himself. “There, there… just lie still and try to relax. You’re not going to fall, I’ve got you.” The man rubbed his back soothingly, then gently rubbed a smooth hand in circles over Aidan’s backside. “You’ve got a lovely soft little bottom on you – I’m sure you’ll be quite popular here.”

The gentle stroking ceased, and was replaced with a firm smack. The doctor established a rhythm of five or six moderate smacks followed by more gentle rubbing. One hand remained on Aidan’s lower back, holding him still as he flinched from the blows. The smacks gradually became harder, and the motions of Aidan’s narrow hips against the doctor’s thighs became more noticeable. To Aidan’s utter humiliation, he felt his cock hardening again. The doctor soon noticed and chuckled. “Excellent, excellent. It’ll make things much easier for you if you find being spanked arousing. Don’t be embarrassed.” He continued smacking him, much harder now, no longer caressing his heated backside between smacks. Soon Aidan found himself gritting his teeth and hissing, and when the doctor began to concentrate the blows on the sensitive lower curves of his bottom he finally let out a little sob. The doctor finally stopped spanking him, stroking his reddened backside gently again. “Oh, you’re a sensitive one. I didn’t have to use anything but my hand. How cute.” Suddenly Aidan felt both of the doctor’s hands spreading his cheeks apart, and a sharp smack landed directly on his sore little entrance. He cried out in shock, and the doctor laughed. “Okay, okay. Good boy. You can get up and get dressed now. Oh, and please take this file to the headmaster for me.”

Aidan got up, hastily pulling his clothes on before reaching for the file.

“Okay… where’s his office?”

“Oh, just go through that door right there. See that big mirror on the wall? It’s actually a window on his side. He’s been watching.”

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Recap of The Mudroom Part I…

To catch you up…

In my mind, my worst fears had just been confirmed by my cousin John. It was actually his big cock that I had sucked off at what I thought was my anonymous gloryhole setup at my house. We had hooked up off a Craig’s List ad that I had posted and I was mortified with what he just said to me at the family party. I knew for sure it was him that I sucked, as he whispered in my ear, “After this party, I’m gonna drop my mom off at the hotel and then come and fuck that tight little bubble butt of an ass you got. I’ve always wanted to do that. You good with that cuz?”

That short comment cemented my suspicions that it was positively him who fed me that huge cock through the gloryhole at my house.

*

I stood there stunned as John walked away, my face flushed, my heart pounding and starting to perspire as I realized what a stupid thing I had done. The taboo implication of doing this to my own cousin was so wrong, and still, my cock was growing hard inside my swimsuit while digesting his comment. I watched as he sat down with my aunt and father, looking over his shoulder and glancing at me briefly before nonchalantly joining their conversation.

I was in total panic mode in my mind. What had I done? Not only did someone know I had sucked their cock, but it being my cousin made it 100% worse. Would he tell his mother, my father? Would he make it public to the whole family? Would my secret be exposed? What’s going to happen? All these thoughts rushed through my head as Stephanie came up and gave me a big hug. I was careful not to press into her as I didn’t want her to feel the erection swelling inside my bathing suit.

We both sat at a table for a while as she prattled on about how nice the party was. My mind was elsewhere and I barely heard a word she said. In the middle of her gibberish, I told her I was gonna jump in the pool. I turned away from all the party guests, threw off my shirt quickly and dove in before anyone could see the bulging tent in my bathing suit. My first concern, I just wanted my erection to go down before anyone noticed. While I’m not considered well endowed by any means, it was still painfully obvious if someone looked, that I had sprouted a full blown boner.

Stephanie followed me to the pool and sat on the edge with her legs dangling in the water. Her conversation picked up right where she left off and I was a little more attentive this time as I held onto the edge waiting for my erection to subside. Still, with all this on my mind, I needed some alone time to process it and asked if she would get me another beer.

“You’ve already had three and it’s only 7:00 PM, you need to slow down or you’re gonna get drunk.” she laughed cautioning me before she went inside to retrieve me another.

I clung to the edge of the pool, while my erection wilted and tried to rationalize everything. Thinking it through, I came to terms that I was probably safe with my secret. John was married, a real estate agent, his wife was pregnant, he’s just as guilty about this as I am. He doesn’t want anyone to know that he let me suck his cock. He would be in just as much trouble as me, probably more. He wouldn’t tell a soul. He couldn’t, it would hurt him just as much as me. Still, the idea of someone knowing I sucked a cock, much less my cousin’s cock, really tormented me. The strange part, at the same time, from what he had just whispered in my ear, I was totally excited about the possibility of getting to service his gorgeous cock again later tonight.

Now, I had never had anal sex, but it was a fantasy of mine. I had thought about it way more than once. John’s huge cock might not be the ideal “starter cock” for my virgin ass. I mean it was positively gigantic, as I mentally pictured what it would look like sticking through my gloryhole waiting for me to press my ass down onto it.

I was guessing he really was the 10″s as he claimed, it was huge. When we were younger, I remember overhearing my mother telling my father one night, that John’s mother had to order his shoes online because his feet were a size 17 as a teenager. I never really thought about it much, but now, I couldn’t help thinking that I had heard someone in the past say that you can tell the size of a man’s cock by the size of his feet. Maybe an urban legend, but smiling to myself now, I thought, maybe it’s true, his cock did match his big feet.

Stephanie returned with my beer but said she didn’t want to get in the pool cause she didn’t want to get her hair wet. Still, her presence at the moment was annoying to me. I really wanted some alone time as I couldn’t stop thinking about getting to play with John’s cock again. He had said he wanted to fuck me, but he didn’t elaborate on how. Through the gloryhole, without the gloryhole, in each other’s presence, with the lights on, in the dark, with a condom, he gave me nothing to go on.

I imagined all kinds of scenarios. His cock sticking straight out sarıyer escort through the gloryhole. Him and me in my bed with me on my knees, on my back, on my side. I didn’t know what to expect, but I did know that I wanted to play with his cock again and would try to give up my ass if that obtained my goal.

Me and Stephanie had tried anal sex a few times, but she said it hurt too much. She had inserted a single finger into my ass during some blow jobs and I loved it, but was embarrassed to ask for it again and it only happened when she instigated it. This was all new to me.

Steph had to be at work at 11PM, she was a nurse at the hospital and had a 12 hour shift in front her. She had come to the party in her own car and would probably leave around 9-10PM, giving me the rest of the night to stay at the party or do as I please. I knew exactly what I pleased and every time I thought of it, my cock seemed to get re-energized.

The party drug on and I came to peace with what was in my near future, nervous as hell about it, but realized it was really gonna happen. It seemed like every single time I looked at John, he was looking at me or turned and caught me staring at him. We would make eye contact and then he would just smile and turn away. I hung out with Stephanie mostly, but did mingle as expected, purposely avoiding John who quietly sat with his mother and my parents. We ate, drank and as time rolled on I was getting pretty buzzed, knowing I was well past a 6 pack on my beers.

About 9PM, Stephanie announced she was going home to shower and get ready for work, but not before warning me to slow down on the drinking. By then, I was already on my 7th or 8th beer and was getting pretty loopy. The party was dwindling down and I mingled some more after she left and then started giving my goodbyes about 10PM.

John went to the end of the driveway, away from whoever was left and waited for me to leave. As I neared him, he walked over to me and said, “Mom is getting tired and wanting to go, so I will be at your house at 11PM sharp, be ready and make damn sure to clean yourself out. I want a nice clean fresh ass. Got it?”

I just nodded and mumbled something back as I got in my car and headed off. I had barely gotten down the street when the implications of “cleaning myself out” sunk in. He meant he wanted me to give myself an enema, to be clean, and I had no idea what to do about that.

On the way home, I stopped at the Walgreens near my house, stumbled into the store and went straight to the personal hygiene section. I saw various rubber bulb style enema kits but my eye caught something else.

They had a kit with a flexible 6 foot stainless steel hose that would attach to a shower head. It had a slender 1 inch wide tube that screwed on to the end. The tube was also 1 inch wide and maybe 6 inches long and it had 5-6 holes on the end of it. I assumed you just hooked it up to the shower head, inserted the tube in your butt, turned on the water and it would flush you out, pretty simple. For $20, it seemed far superior than the bulbs so, totally embarrassed, I handed it to the cute cashier and blushed as she rang it up while staring at me way longer than necessary. I can only imagine what she was thinking.

I went straight home, undressed and sat on the commode. Once I had managed a decent bowel movement, I attached the enema hose to the shower head and got in the shower. It was already 10:30 and I was trying to hurry in my inebriated state. Once in the shower, I soaped up my bottom and inserted the nozzle a few inches, then turned it on.

Whooosh!

It came out really fast like a jet hose. I repeated this process about 6 times til I had all 6 inches up my butt and felt that I was impeccably clean on the inside. After my shower, I groomed myself, put on some shorts and a t-shirt, set up the gloryhole and waited for 11PM, which was just a few minutes away.

At 11PM sharp my phone rang, it was John.

“Open the front door, I’m on your porch.” was all he said as the phone went dead.

At that moment I knew we weren’t using the gloryhole. While I had sucked a few cocks in my life, I was a little nervous about that. I hadn’t touched a cock without a gloryhole wall separating me and the recipient of my oral manipulations since my college roommate.

John almost pushed his way in once I opened the door. He took his shoes off like he lived there, as he entered and kicked them over to the doorway where my sneakers were. I noticed his shoes looked almost unreal, freakishly big but totally masculine too. He handed me a small metal flask and said, “It’s Scotch, make us some drinks, about 3 fingers each with a couple of ice cubes. Bring the flask back in here with the drinks.”

I went to the kitchen, making the drinks like he requested, when I noticed 3 fingers of Scotch was like 2-3 shots. I was still buzzing from the beer and really didn’t want any more alcohol. When I returned, he sefaköy escort was already sitting on the couch waiting for me. He patiently took a sip and then looking me directly in the eyes, finally spoke again.

“Man, you sure can suck some cock good. You got skills cuz. That was the best blowjob I have had in years. My wife, hell, she can’t handle it like that, not even half as much as you can. Nobody can really, except one guy I know in Dallas, (where he was living), he can take the whole thing and even as good as he is, he struggles on it. He chokes some but mostly whines like a bitch about it being too big.” he laughed. “Which kind of turns me on to tell the truth.”

“You, you let me face fuck you and didn’t whine. I loved it, but tonight, I’m gonna break you down cuz. I’m gonna make you whine, you’ll see. I’m gonna make you moan, groan, whine and pine. When I cum, I’m gonna drench the wench. You being the wench. You’ll see. Still, you can sure suck some cock, but it’s not about that tonight. Tonight, I’ll break that ass down like it needs to be broken down.” he said in a cocky manner but serious and believable.

At that moment I was kind of proud, for some reason, that comment about my oral talents, made me feel special in my drunken state. At the same time, all the talk about breaking my ass and making me whine, was kind of scaring me.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it, your cock is my fantasy cock. I have never seen one so big and so hard. I would love to give you a repeat blowjob. I want to service your cock again really bad.” I tried to casually chime back, but once I said it, I knew I sounded like I was begging for it.

“Why do you think I’m here? I want my cock sucked til you wear down and then I want to fuck your ass the same way. I’m gonna pop that ass til you’re completely turned out on my cock. Now, are you gonna give me that sweet girly plump ass of yours, I mean really give it to me?” he challenged me.

As my cock started to swell in my shorts, I replied, “John, I don’t know if I can handle all your cock, it’s really long and really thick too. I will try but would you be happy with just a blowjob if I can’t handle it?”

“No, you tell me right now that you will let me power fuck your pretty ass any way I want. As deep and as long as I want, or I’m leaving right now and you get no cock. Say it or I swear I’m leaving.” he challenged me.

John just stared at me waiting for my reply. Not sure I could make that commitment and stick to it, I nervously said, “Okay, I will try. I promise.”

“Not good enough cuz, tell me right now that you will give your ass 100% to me, to do as I please or I walk. Tell me I can fuck it as deep, as fast, as long and as hard and anyway I want, or I’m leaving and getting somebody else on Craig’s List that will.” again he challenged me.

“John, I will try the best I can.” I barely got the words out of my mouth before he stood, chugged his drink and started heading to the front door.

“Again, not good enough cuz, I’m leaving if you can’t promise it 100% with no backing out.” he said as he started to shove a foot into one of his circus clown sized large shoes.

I panicked, then I weakened, then I gave in and then I pleaded, “Okay, okay, I will, okay, don’t go, don’t go, please, just sit down, you can do anything you want. You can do it your way. You can do whatever you want, as deep, as hard, as fast and as long. Please, just sit down, don’t go.”

Suddenly sporting a victory smile, knowing I was defeated and resigned to doing anything he wanted for the chance to service his cock again, he said, “Good boy, now chug that drink, pour us two more and lets get to it, my cock is hard and needy.”

Still tipsy from all the beer, I gulped down the large shot of Scotch. God it burned going down, I just knew it was gonna fuck me up as I was still trying to deal with my beer buzz.

“Go, pour us two more while I get ready,” he schooed me off with a wave of his hand. “Don’t you worry little cuz, I’m gonna train that ass just like I trained your throat. Your gonna get every inch up your butt and be begging for more before I finish with you. I promise. All we need to do is get your buzz stewing. Once your mind is free, your body will follow. I know what I’m doing. I got a fresh bottle of poppers for you too. Your little rosebud is gonna dilate and open up hungrily til you beg to be abused before I finish with you.”

My ears perked up when I heard that. Poppers, what were they?

“John what are poppers? I don’t do drugs.” I asked afraid.

“Nah, not drugs, just a inhalant stimulant to help you relax, they sell it in the book stores. It’s all legal and safe. It only lasts 30-45 seconds then goes away. You’re gonna love them.” he replied as I re-entered the room.

What I saw totally blew me away. John was stark naked sitting on my couch. Buck naked, no shame at all with his thick 10″ cock sticking straight up pointing at the ceiling. seyrantepe escort Completely hard, fully erect and looking so fucking masculine, I felt my mouth start to salivate. I have known him all my life and this was the first time I noticed, he was really kind of attractive in a way. Not handsome really, just overly masculine, trim, fit, toned, but oooooh my God, that cock stole the show.

My shorts had tented fully now as my cock strained against the fabric. I stumbled up to him handing him his second drink. I hadn’t poured as much in my glass and when he noticed that, he grabbed my glass out of my hand and handed me his fuller one. “Take mine, trust me, you’ll need it.” he laughed. “Now, get undressed and kneel between my legs, you got some cock sucking to do to get this session started.”

I peeled off my shorts and t-shirt, way too drunk to care, but still a little embarrassed by my nudity and my smaller erection. “Can I turn off the lights, or at least dim them?” I asked.

“No way, I want to watch you, you’re so fucking talented. I want to watch you gobble my cock up with that very talented and very trainable throat of yours.” he laughed.

I set my drink down and knelt between his legs. His monster erection seemed to beckon me. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. My mouth watered as I positioned myself on my knees to suck him. As I leaned in, before my lips could make contact, John pressed his index finger firmly on my forehead, stopping my progress, heeding my lowering my mouth to his cock.

“Not yet, finish that drink and then start sucking cuz.” he smiled at me.

“John, I’m really fucked up, no more for me please.” I implored.

“Drink the drink dammit, and quit fucking fighting me on every little thing. God damn cuz, drink the fucking drink.” he growled.

I wanted to suck that dick and maybe this was the last hoop he was going to make me jump through, so I put the glass to my lips and gulped it down. It really burned and it seemed like as soon as I gulped it down, I felt the effects. I was so drunk now, really drunk, and my head was spinning out of control. I was to the point where I was past my limit and worried about getting sick. Still, my hunger to suck his cock was totally overwhelming and I pushed through it.

“Good boy.” he said as I almost dropped my glass before I got it to the table. “Now it’s time to feast on the beast.” he laughed.

As soon as it touched my lips, I was at peace. Not sober by any means, I was still buzzed out of my head, but that was a secondary feeling now. Nothing was gonna stop me from worshipping this big veiny hard cock. As I greedily slobbered down on 6 inches of meat, I was in heaven. Finally I got to suck this masculine and the absolute biggest and hardest cock I had ever seen again. It seemed bigger than before in the bright light of the room. A real show piece, hard as a rock and all mine.

As I now passionately nursed on his big cock, John took out his phone and started fiddling with it. He seemed obsessed with finding something on it and was not paying attention to what I was doing, but it didn’t seem to matter. While I sucked his cock he played with his phone for at least 5 minutes. His cock didn’t even get softer while he seemed to be ignoring my work. I felt like this guy could do Chinese arithmetic while getting a blowjob and could still maintain a 100% erection. His cock was unreal hard, like a flesh bone, so thick and hot in my mouth.

Finally he stopped playing with his phone and I heard the audio part of a porn video.

“Look at this. This is gonna be you.” he said, as I reluctantly started to stop and remove my mouth.

“No, no, no, no, no. Don’t stop, nobody told you to stop, just look at this while you suck my cock.” he fussed at me as he held the phone display down low so I could see it while still sucking his cock. “Now don’t get jealous, cause like I said, that’s gonna be you in just a little bit.” he said.

On the screen was John fucking some really young looking smooth twinky guy. The guy looked like he was early 20’s and couldn’t have been 5′ 2″s at best. His petite, feminine frame was so small and delicate looking as John had him face down in a bed’s mattress, buns up kneeling and was pounding his smooth hairless girly ass. His overly plump and round butt was getting stuffed by every inch John could get up there. Buried to the root in his ass, the guy groaned and howled loudly every time John bottomed out. Through all his whining and moaning from getting stuffed and pounded, he never tried to pull away from John’s monster cock. He loved it, as John slammed that meat as deep as he could in that tiny stretched rosebud.

This poor guy was getting dicked down. I mean John had the phone camera recording everything in absolute clear focus and up close too. You could actually see his rubbery sphincter muscle ring push in and pull out as John forced it’s clingy tightness around his cock both ways on the in and out strokes. John would pull his cock out til you could just see the beginning of the tip, then slap it back in, pushing all 10″s right up this guys ass. The guy was sobbing and whining loudly after a few minutes of this abuse, literally crying with tears rolling out of his eyes as John zoomed in on his face to document it.

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The cook scurried along the passage trying to look invisible, which wasn’t easy for a man of his height and solidness. And in one hand he held a sack that looked well filled but from the way it bounced about was not heavy. He made it to the kitchen unobserved, and entering, placed the sack in a corner out of sight, while looking sternly at the thin young woman, little more than a girl, who sat at the wooden trestle table grinding walnuts in a stone bowl.

“You may go, Gila,” he said to the young woman, who looked at him in wide-eyed surprise.

“Oh,” she said uncertainly, “But . . .”

“Gila. Go,” he said firmly, his brows furrowing in a way that indicated he was annoyed.

She hesitated still, but then muttered, “Thank you, Mark. Oh, thank you,” and scurried out, eager to get out of sight, before her usually demanding master changed his mind.

Mark was the cook, but also a winemaker and herbalist, a man with many skills and of much importance in that house and in the ancient world.

“Humph,” Mark mumbled. “If he doesn’t come with me I am going anyway,” he said to the empty room as he reached under the table Gila had been sitting at.

He pulled out a large wicker basket on leather straps that hooked over a man’s shoulders, letting him carry the basket on his back. And lifting the cover off it and pulling a small square of linen out he poured the half crushed walnuts from the stone bowl into it and folded the cloth up, making a neat parcel.

“Yarron will hate to know I have taken food from his house, almost as much as he will hate me if I take Salus from him,” the cook mumbled, as he placed the small parcel of nuts securely among the basket’s contents.

As Mark was pushing the basket back out of sight, a young male servant entered the room carrying an empty jug. “Yarron has moved on to some entertainment with your young friend, whom he plans on sharing about generously when they return from this celebration at David’s house,” the servant said, as he set the jug on a high shelf.

“How many of them are there?” the cook asked worriedly.

“Five, of course, Goron and his brother, Joseph, and our three young men. They are also talking of Old Peter’s daughter,” the young man replied before maltepe escort he hesitated and blushed, “Talking of . . . of making some fun with her on their way back, and . . . I may . . . if I can get out of course. Can I go and warn her? Her father, . . . he, well you know he is a drunk; he will be no protection for her.”

“Go. Go,” the cook said, ” Do what you can, but be here in the morning at first light. I doubt they will return before then, but if you are not here, you know what can happen.”

“Well, I do, Mark,” the servant replied, and spat into the smoldering fire. “Though I will not have to suffer as young Barabus did,” he said. ” But there are worse masters than Yarron, as well as better.”

“True,” the cook replied. But when the young servant had gone, he added, “But not many are worse by my reckoning, certainly not for poor Barabus.”

Shortly afterward another servant hurried in, this one older, with his eyes slitted and his mouth slack. He was carrying another jug and several empty platters, which he hurriedly dumped on a high shelf, “There will be some fun tonight,” he muttered, avoiding the cooks eyes and hurrying off, his hand gripping his hard pole through his short tunic even as he left the room. He was obviously hard and throbbing and in need of release.

“May the gods give Yarron the wasting sickness,” the cook, Mark, cursed as he paced about the kitchen anxiously.

He muttered and looked at the doorway and occasionally went out into the passageway and listened, but each time he returned to the kitchen to continue his pacing and occasional mutterings.

Then Salus was suddenly coming through the doorway looking pale. “I believe all you have said about what befell poor Barabus,” he said to Mark. “Yarron would have them all use me, when they return. Roughly, I have no doubt. I am afraid of what might happen to me, afraid that the injuries Barabus suffered . . .”

“You will leave with me then?” Mark interrupted with a cry, fear and excitement battling on his face and changing his whole appearance, as he moved to the young man and embraced him, his mouth finding Salus’s, and the two falling into a deep kiss.

When their lips parted Salus’s manavgat escort eyes were full of relief also, and he spoke rapidly. “Yes. Yes. I do not want to be ruined, to suffer . . . or to . . . to die of Yarron’s abuse. I believe the stories now, about Barabus. Can we leave here? Now, Mark? You said . . . Please. Now.”

“Yes. Yes. I have everything ready. Your possessions, mine, and some gold. I have even organized for us to ride some way on the smith’s cart.”

A greatly relieved Salus wrapped his arms more tightly about Mark, and they kissed again as Salus rubbed his body against the big, strong frame of the cook. Mark, in turn, was now quivering with desire at the closeness of the young man he was enamoured of and was so tightly embracing.

“Come. Come. Hurry,” Mark said, flushed and shaking, but pulling away from Salus enough to drag his basket from beneath the table, as well as a cloth bundle, but not letting go of his lover, as if afraid the young man might suddenly change his mind and disappear. “I have family still in Persepolis, and there is work always for a man of my skills.”

“Persepolis? Oh. Such a great city. We are going there?” Salus replied, in awe.

“Yes, to Persepolis,” Mark replied, “Your things,” he added, pointing to the sack in the corner of the room, which Salus grabbed up and briefly looked into.

“Thank you,” Salus was saying as he turned back to Mark and saw the look on his face and smiled. “Do we have time . . .?”

Mark hesitated, but then putting down his baggage, he moved to Salus and ran his hands down the younger man’s back to the firm mounds of his rear and pulled his lover close to him, pressing his body to Salus’s, as they fell into another deep, passionate kiss.

For long moments they melded into one being, and the world about them, with all its problems, vanished. Salus was hard and aching to be enclosed by warm flesh and rubbed his throbbing organ against Mark’s firm, warm thigh as the big, strong hands at his ass lifted his short tunic and spread his cheeks.

“Hmmmmmmmm,” Mark rumbled, overcome by desire. And pulling his mouth free, he turned Salus about and pushed him down over the table. “Ah, so perfect,” he marmaris escort sighed, as his hands again parted Salus’s cheeks and he saw his hole. It was slick with cum still, inviting and quivering in anticipation, and Mark quickly lifted his robe, and taking his manhood in his hand, he stroked his cap slowly over the wet entrance, moaning as he did so, desperate for them to be joined. Then he was moving it about the puckered and twitching entrance to Salus’s channel before he pressed himself in. There was some resistance, for he was thicker than any of the young men earlier had been, as well as longer.

Salus moaned, wanting the ultimate joining as much as his lover. “Oh gods,” he cried out, and moved about to open himself more, feeling pain for a moment as the thick organ was pressed against the resistance his body made to such a huge thing trying to enter it. And then it was past. And after a sharp cry at the pain, it was as always only the waves of pleasure that Mark’s big weapon always brought him as it moved into his body and rubbed against his spot.

Mark kissed the back of Salus’s shoulders and neck as he moved inside him, and Salus mumbled happily, “Oh, that feels so good. Oh yes, deeper. All of you, I want all of you, Oh, Oh. Yesss.”

And as Mark plowed him, Salus began to pump his hips back and forth to meet the big mans thrusts.

The excitement and the danger worked with his arousal, and Mark was soon moaning and taking his last thrust and coming deep inside his lover. Then he fell across his back and his arm circled under the young man and stroked him to his own quick release as he nuzzled at his neck.

“Ahh, I am a lucky man,” Mark hummed in Salus’s ear as the young man shuddered and the cream spouted from his weapon.

For a while they continued to lie like that, savoring the mellow afterglow of a deep joining, and Salus turned his face so their mouths met and they kissed again. Finally, Mark rose up and pulled his lover gently up and tidied his tunic. “Come, it’s time to go.”

Salus mumbled contentedly, smiling foolishly at the big man, as they both took up their possessions.

Putting his arm about Salus, Mark guided him to the door, “Now, we leave this cursed place,” Mark said, and he spat into the smoldering fire.

Salus did the same, and then they were both hurrying toward the door that led to the outside world beyond the courtyard of the farm. But even as they made their departure, Mark kept his arm gently about Salus’s shoulders as if still afraid he might vanish.

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This is a long story, it will take awhile to read. It is also very much a work of fiction, and a fantasy and as such it is NOT a reality based story in many of its details. It takes place in a world where there is no concern about STDs or nosy neighbours. It takes place in a country that recognizes gay marriage. However some of the details in the story are loosely based on actual experience.

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Hank felt his heart beating and he concentrated on breathing. He heard the velcro closing on the leather hood that had been placed on his head. He breathed in, testing the holes in the hood for his nose and mouth. He glanced around the room, his eyes peering out through the smallish eye holes in the hood. Then the blindfold was placed over his eyes and taped in place. Hank then opened his mouth and a rubber ball gag, with a strap going around the back of his head was placed in it and tightened. Hank could still breath around it and through his nose.

A hand took his wrist and he was lead out of the room and taken down some stairs into Roy’s den. In his quick tour, 10 minutes earlier, he had seen the ropes with loops dangling from the ceiling and a metal pipe about 2 feet long with metal rings at each end and now he knew he was being led there. His arms were raised and he heard the clicks as the clasps on the frame were attached to the hooks on the bands attached to his wrists. Then he spread his feet apart as Jack told him and the bands on his ankles were clipped to the each end of the pipe. He was only slightly stretched, but he was fully exposed and could feel the air currents of his newly shaved skin. Hank took a deep breath as he imagined what he looked like, naked, standing in the center of the room..

Hank heard Roy and Jack leave the den and had time to think.

It had started 6 days before. He had been working in his front yard when Roy, whom he had known for from work for years and had worked with occasionally on joint projects, and Roy’s partner Jack walked by. They lived 5 blocks away and would stop by and chat during the summer once or twice a month. They asked how his wife Donna was, and he told them she was away, visiting her aging mother on the other side of the country. Several minutes later Roy and Jack started to leave, then Roy said they had some steaks at home and were going to barbeque them that evening and asked if Hank would like to join them. Hank agreed and an hour later, after a shower and change of clothes Hank walked over bringing a nice bottle of French red wine.

The three men got along well. Hank had known Roy’s wife before she divorced him after Roy came out. A couple of years later, Hank was working on a project with Roy when Roy broke up with his first male partner. As there was only a partition between their cubicles in the temporary office the team was working in, Hank heard many of the gory details of the breakup and supported Roy through it. Then Roy had met Jack and the two hit it off extremely well, and soon married.

That had been 2 years before.

The 3 men had chatted, drinking beer, while the steaks cooked. A storm brewed up in the sky so the men moved into the dining room to eat and sipped on red wine. Then Roy’s cell phone rang. Usually Roy ignored it when he had company, but this time he answered, standing up and moving out to the kitchen. It was a short call, with Roy saying they hadn’t found the main act yet.

Roy came back to the table looking a bit worried. Jack looked at him and asked. “So was that Duane?”

“Yeah,” Roy replied “he really wants us to get something good for Don’s fundraiser. Guys are interested in coming but want to know what the excitement is going to be. Damn I wish Sam hadn’t backed out.”

Hank looked quizzically at Roy “A fundraiser for Don, not Don Scott.”

“Yeah, its for him” Roy said “He had a second stroke 6 months ago and needs some extra funds to help renovate his house so he can stay there. His health insurance is picking up lots of costs, but making the house wheelchair accessible and changing the bathroom and the kitchen is expensive. And his ex-partner Jerry, divorced him after his first stroke and took all his savings. Don kept the house and part of his pension, but that’s it.”

“Damn” Hank said, “I worked with Don while he was hooking up with Jerry. He retired a couple of years ago and I lost track of him. I didn’t think Jerry would do a runner when Don needed help. Guess you can never tell.”

They chatted awhile about Don’s condition and his difficulties. Then Roy explained that he, Jack and Duane had decided to throw a fundraiser to help Don do the needed renovations. He and Jack were hosting it at their house, and Duane was the ticket seller. The idea was to have about 10 to 15 guys with decent incomes over and raise some money through the ticket sales, raffles, silent auctions, that type of thing. Roy was cooking up a fabulous meal, as he was known for his great food skills. They had found two musicians who would play a wide variety of music, so keçiören escort there would be dancing. They had asked a very flexible younger friend who had agreed to do an erotic strip tease, and end his show by sucking himself off. Jack had persuaded a buddy with an electronics store to donate some electronics for the auction.

But the problem was, that another friend’s travel agency was hitting a bad streak so the grand prize, a winter vacation package to the Bahamas, had been cancelled two days before. Roy looked frustrated and said “And Sam, he said he might run a ‘kissing and more’ booth. That would have raised lots of money as Sam said he’d even sell off blow jobs, and as a grand prize for the raffle, go home with the winner. But he backed out and isn’t even going to come. Every time we come up with a great idea, it fizzles after a day or two. We need to come up with a great idea that we can spin into money.”

Ideas were kicked around, with Hank giving one or two suggestions, but nothing seemed to be working. Roy brought out a big piece of homemade chocolate cake and handed it to Hank. Hank sipped his wine then dug into the cake, thinking about Don.

Suddenly, impulsively he spluttered out “Well, would raffling off a virgin, straight ass draw much attention.”

Roy and Jack both looked at Hank, surprise spread over their faces.

“Uh,” Hank continued “I haven’t thought this through, but, well, could you raise much money auctioning off my ass. I’ve occasionally had a fantasy of getting my ass fucked, and if people would spend money to buy tickets to do it, well that would be a great fringe benefit.”

Roy and Jack looked at each other, then Hank.

Roy asked “Are you putting us on Hank, ’cause, yeah, I could see us raising a bunch of money auctioning off that straight virgin ass of your. Plus it would likely mean we’d get 12 guys buying tickets to come. Now we only have 6 and even one of them is saying he might back out.”

“Well,” Hank replied slowly, “I haven’t fully thought it all out. I know I’m interested in trying anal sex. Donna isn’t interested in using a strap-on with me, though. I’ve tried using a couple of different shaped dildos and butt plugs on myself, and it really connects somehow. But it’s so hard using those toys on myself. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to get my ass fucked by a real cock. So, I’m interested, but I need convincing and I need to convince myself.”

That had started the conversation rolling. It went late into the night, exploring different possibilities of how such a raffle could be handled. Jack asked Hank if he’d be interested in other fund raising activities, such as sucking on cocks, giving hand jobs and Hank took a deep breath said it was quite possible.

As Hank was about to leave a couple of hours later, he started to give a positive answer but Roy stopped him “Hank, I want you to think about this, long and hard. Think about it over night. Once we get the word out a virgin straight ass is up for grabs, we can’t back out. You’ve got to think about it hard and imagine what it would feel like to have another guy shove his cock deep into your ass. And if you could open your mouth and take a cock into it and suck on it until he cums. We’ve told you how we could handle the logistics and given you lots of ideas of ways we could, uh, raise funds using your willingness to be used by a bunch of horny gay guys, quite frankly. So think about it, also think about anything you wouldn’t want to do.”

As Hank left, Roy shut the door, turned to Jack and smiled “I told you I always suspected he had a bit of a bi streak, most guys do. And now we’ve got a chance to raise lots of money for Don and Hank could get that itch scratched!”

The next evening, over another steak, Hank had said “Yes, I’ll do it, a couple of conditions. No real pain, I suspect it will hurt a bit, but no sadistic stuff. And I have to remain anonymous.”

“Have you thought about sucking cock?” Roy asked.

Hank nodded “Yeah I’ll do at least one, well, um, two guys”

“Good” Roy smiled, seeing their fundraising goal likely to get close to being met.

“How about the reverse stuff I mentioned last night” Jack asked, “you know, letting someone suck your cock and you fucking some guys ass?”

“That too,” Hank agreed. “That would be hot.”

“I’m sure we can work that out” Roy said “Now we need to get the word out and raise lots of money.”

“Right” Hank said loudly and with enthusiasm. “This will be so hot and exciting. So, yeah, get the word out” and the plan was set in action.

Hank was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the door bell. The first guests were arriving. Hank’s arms were a bit sore, so he shifted a bit and felt his heart beat faster as soon he knew men he could not see would soon be looking at his naked body.

Drinks and snacks were being served in the same room where Hank was on display. The hood had been Roy’s idea as the best way to keep küçükçekmece escort Hank anonymous. Roy had told him it was likely some people Hank knew would be attending and Hank had no desire for anyone other than Roy and Jack to know he was grand prize. It was Jack who had suggested the blindfold, thinking it would also be more of an erotic pull to raise money. Roy suggested the ball gag in his mouth.

Hank heard voices and Jack bring some people into the room. Hank didn’t recognize the two voices but he sensed he was being examined. Roy had assured him that his 60 year old body was in good shape and would be attractive to the group that had been invited, who were mainly in their 50s and 60s. Only two would be under 45 and they were the younger partners of men in their 60s.

“So this is the married straight who’s volunteered his ass to raise funds?” one of the men said.

“Hmm, looks ok to me. Johnny, if I win, do you want to do the virgin, you’ll owe me, and you know I’ll collect later, but I know how you fantasize about virgin ass.”

Johnny made a lewd reply and reached out to touch Hank. Hank felt a hand touch his chest and stroke downwards to his waist. It felt different. Hank always had chest hair, but once he’d agreed to be the toy for the evening, Roy and Jack had insisted he shave all his body hair. So the night before, Roy and Jack had shaved him. Hank was amazed at how hard his cock had gotten as Jack shaved his balls. Roy had delicately shaved his butt including the insides of his butt cheeks. Now Hank felt the cool air directly on his body, and now the warm breath of men standing close to him. Suddenly a hand grazed his semi-erect cock causing it to twitch and harden more..

“He feels great Buddy,” Johnny said and Hank felt his butt grasped and squeezed. He felt two hands pull his butt cheeks apart and hot breath on his rosebud.

“OK Johnny ” Hank heard Jack’s voice say, “any further and you’ll have to fork over some funny money. Remember, everyone here tonight has a chance to win but if you want to touch and play with our toy, first you’ve got to pay. Duane will sell you the funny money, and I’ll collect it. Before the draw, it’s 5 funny bills to touch the toy. After the winners of the draw have their turns, then the silent auction winners get their turns, then whoever wants to pay, will get a turn, as long as our toy for the night is up to it. Remember, he is new to this. But he does want to help raise lots of cash for Don’s renovations.”

Hank heard the doorbell again, and soon there were several conversations going on in the room and he was feeling his body being stroked and touched by numerous hands. Jack was collecting lots of 5’s, and hands were roaming over his body. Hank’s cock which had been limp as he waited for the first person to arrive, had now become stiffer. A hand caressed it and someone commented that he wasn’t cut. Someone came up behind him and clutched his butt and a finger found his butthole, and wormed its way in. Hank was glad he’d followed Roy’s suggestion and had put some lube up his butt before his hood had been put on. More hands stroked his body, then to his surprise, he felt a hard cock rub up and down his bum crack..

Jack warned whoever it was not to push it in, as the winner had been promised a virgin asshole.

Hank felt his nipples being squeezed and pulled, then he felt lips on his nipples and someone kissing and sucking on them. Someone else started kissing his neck and Hank was glad he’d talked with Roy and Jack about things he wouldn’t feel comfortable doing. Being kissed on the lips was one of those. Roy’s idea of the ball gag was working to prevent lip kissing. It would also was stopping Hank from talking inadvertently. Hank had decided not to say a word all night as he did not want anyone to recognize his voice..

Hank heard music coming from upstairs as the two musicians started playing. The crowd in the den thinned but Hank could still hear voices and new people were coming in and out picking up drinks and food. Then Hank heard a couple come in and then felt someone licking the top of his feet then working his way up his body.

He heard Jack greet someone warmly, then commented about how eager Sylvie was to lick the toy. Jack told Sylvie in a strict voice not to suck or lick on the Toy’s cock or shove his tongue or anything into the Toy’s ass. Hank stood still soaking in the sensations of Sylvie licking his whole body, missing only his cock. Sylvie even hugged him close as he licked the hood and the ball in his mouth. Hank realized Sylvie was fully nude as he felt whole body skin to skin contact. Hank felt Sylvie’s cock, hard and erect pressing to him, rubbing up against his own cock. An excited jolt went through Hank’s body. Suddenly a hand reached in from the side, pushing them apart, then it closed around Hank’s hard cock and Sylvie’s. Hank realized it must be the voice of Sylvie’s partner’s as he said, “Sylvie, you sure are hot for this one. Jack, kurtköy escort here’s another 20 of that funny money. I want Sylvie to stroke cocks with the Toy while I hold them together.”

“Just make sure you stop before the Toy comes, we’re saving that for later” Jack said.

Hank could feel Sylvie’s hands holding his waist then felt him flex his hips, rubbing his hard cock next to his as they were encompassed in the other man’s hands. It was a new and strange sensation for Hank, another man’s hand holding his hardening cock, and a third man’s hard cock rubbing against it. Then he felt the hands holding the two cocks together stroke both cocks at once, rubbing them together. Hank normally would have cum quickly with that amount of erotic stimulation but he knew he had some “performance anxiety” and that it would take awhile for him to cum even with such exciting action.

Hank then heard another voice entering the room. Hank was concentrating on not coming, glad that he wasn’t feeling his balls boiling. Then he recognized the new voice. It was Stan’s. He’d worked with Stan over the years, and served on a voluntary board with him and, just the month before, had gone to Stan’s 60th birthday party. Now Stan was seeing him naked, on display with two other men playing with his hard cock. Stan had brought someone named Les who was sent to fetch drinks and food while Stan chatted with Jack. Hank realized that Stan and Jack were chatting and watching Sylvie and his partner playing with his cock. Stan was curious about who the Toy was, but Jack gave no hints, other than what had been told to all attendees – a friend of Don’s, a straight guy, married for over 30 years to the same woman, an anal virgin, who’d never sucked a cock, nor had his cock sucked by a guy. Someone wanting new experiences.

“Well he’s certainly getting one already. I bet he’s never had his cock touched by another hard cock before, let alone stroked along side it.” Stan said wryly.

Finally Sylvie and his friend stopped stroking Hank’s cock and moved to get some drinks and food. Hank could hear Stan’s and Jack’s voices getting nearer and Stan counting “5, 10, 15, there that should cover what Les and I want to do now to the Toy”

Hank could feel his body being poked and squeezed while Stan talked, commenting on finding muscles on his arms and back. Stan gripped Hank’s butt and said “love the shape he’s in. Pretty good shape for his late 50’s. Here, Les, bend down, yeah, on your knees, now lick his ass.”

Hank thought he’d been thoroughly felt up and licked and touched before, but was surprised by the sensations Les was giving him. He’d never felt anything like it as Les’ tongue explored the space between his ass cheeks. His tongue quickly flicked over Hank’s rosebud and he heard Stan laugh, “Look, his cock is stiffening again and bouncing. Amazing job Les, amazing”

Hank then felt a pair of hands exploring his body, and run over his cock. Hank felt his cock stiffen even more, knowing it was Stan groping his cock excited him. Les let his grip on Hank’s hips go and pulled his lips and tongue away from Hank’s butt. Hank heard Stan say “Jack, I’m delighted you found this Toy. I sure hope I win. Is there any way I can increase my odds. I’m horny tonight and the thought of taking a straight virgin’s ass is so hot it’s almost got me cumming in my pants!.”

“Well, the deal is Stan” Jack said, ” each of you get the same chance to win, all of you paid a pretty penny for your tickets and each ticket gives you each a chance.. There are six big prizes. The first guy is the big winner and gets to take his virgin ass. The next 2 get seconds and thirds. The next three winners get blow jobs. The Toy has never given one, but the excitement of getting your cock sucked by a virgin mouth will offset his amteur status. Then we’ve got a silent auction and whoever wins that gets to suck the Toy’s cock or have someone else do it. And another silent auction winner will get the opportunity for the Toy to fuck his ass. We decided the Toy should get to try being a top too. Again, it won’t be a skilled ass fucking, but it will be the first for the Toy. There might be some other action too you can bid on. So you’d better hope either you or Les win one of those draws, if you want to do his virgin ass.”

As Jack had been talking Stan and Les had been exploring Hank’s body, stroking it, prodding it, pulling his nipples, pulling out the hood of his uncut cock, shoving fingers up his ass. Then he felt Les go behind him and pull his now naked body to him, while in front of Hank, Stan too, pulled his now fully naked body to Hank’s. Both of them flexed their hips, simulating fucking Hank between them. Hank not only felt their skin and the humping motions, but their hard cocks pressed to him. It was an amazing sensation. Les’ cock was pressed the length of Hank’s ass and he felt the hard rod stroking quickly between his ass cheeks. Les sped up, Hank could feel his hot breath on his back and sweat building up between the two of them. In front Stan’s cock was rubbing hard along Hank’s cock and was stroking his stomach as Stan was taller. Les grunted then groaned and Hank felt Les’ warm wet spunk hit his back. Stan moved back from Hank without cumming and Les moved away. Jack said, “That’s another 50, ’cause Les came on the Toy before the draw”.

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My name is Alan my friends name is Steve we are both twenty and will be starting at a local University after completing two years at College to continue our studies after the summer, just now we are both enjoying our long summer break. We have been friends for many years and are often mistaken for brothers and live in the same rural sea side town. We are both still very reserved so tend to hang out a lot together. Today we were playing a doubles game at our local tennis club it is our last league game this season, last season was ok but we aren’t doing very well this season, I don’t know why.

We headed to the showers after our game, undressed together in the locker room, wearing our towels headed to the showers. The club house was of an old Victorian design all the showers were individual tiled cubicles with canvas splash curtains down to the floor. There was a strict rule you were not allowed to share a cubicle. Put down to hygiene but the rumor factory said there was an incident last year; no details.

I went into my cubical and fired up the shower, the pluming was old you either had very hot or ice cold water depending on how many showers were in use, you only knew what you would get when the water hit you. Instinctively you pressed yourself against the wall and pushed the lever left or right, this time I got very hot water, instantly filling the cubical with steam.

Steve wasn’t so lucky he got my cold water as well as his own, you could tell with his chosen words of appreciation. My curtain flew open as Steve came into my cubical darting through the very hot spray, quickly pressing himself against me. I reached up and knocked the shower head outward to spray over the top of both of us. We had done this before I had it down to a fine art. This time we were intimately pressing against each other as the water started to cool down a little.

For some reason this time it felt different, maybe it was the close proximity of the very hot water spraying over us onto the curtain and the steam enveloping around us. As we were pressing against each other I started to feel I was getting aroused, then I felt Steve was getting aroused too as we pressed against each other. We were both soon intertwined with each other and getting more and more aroused by it. I could feel Steve started to rub me, it seemed to flick on my thrill switch too and I started to rub him, by this time our heads were alongside each other’s and touching, adding to the thrill. Our adrenalin was pumping both of us were having palpitations.

Suddenly I felt as though I was about to unload as Steve speeded up inciting me to do the same. We lost it as we both began banging away at each other, suddenly I unloaded then Steve did. We both just looked at each other breathless realizing what we had just done. It was then we heard others come into the showers from the locker room. We were we going to get caught, how could we explain this it was obvious from our anatomy what we had done or were planning to do.

Suddenly the water cooled down someone else must have switched on their shower and shared out the available hot water. It was then we realised that we may be able to sneak out, Steve stuck his head out, clear, then stepped out and into his cubical, switched the now hot water off as I did. Both of us then stepping out discreetly in unison grabbing our towels. In the background we could hear someone enjoying all the hot water we had just released.

We both dried and dressed quickly without saying anything to each other about what had just happened between us. As we headed home our adrenaline was still pumping when we arrived at the rail station. Although nothing sexual happened, something did happen that neither of us could explain. We were to meet the next day at Steve’s although we tried to talk about it on the train we couldn’t and decided to leave it until tomorrow to try and understand what happened between us and why. Something had, maybe it was nice but was embarrassing and was it to be a one off or not.

We both went straight home I had a sleepless night that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about what we had done and why. halkalı escort When I awoke in the morning fully aroused and my adrenaline still pumping I still didn’t know how I or Steve felt about it. I must admit I was still excited about it as I walked over to Steve’s.

After about 10 minute’s walk I arrived at his house. Steve was home alone his parents had left for work and his sister was staying over with a friend. As I arrived he opened the door, I instantly knew what Steve’s thoughts were about what happened last night. He was wearing a stupid smile on his face and a little short flared tennis skirt that belonged to his sister, I was instantly turned on by it. As it was a warm summer’s day I was wearing my very short, now bulging, blue nylon swim shorts and a similar stupid smile.

We went upstairs to his bedroom, he led the way deliberately taking two steps at a time flashing a pair of bright red knickers from under the short skirt he was wearing. Once in his bedroom I kicked of my trainers and took off my shirt. We both sat down on his bed with our backs against the wall. We started to touch each other, gradually getting more intimate until we both reached our objective and began stroking each other. The tempo and our adrenaline levels started to rise as did other parts of our anatomy.

We both started to get warm and wet as a result of each other’s caressing, in unison we then slipped off our clothes and sat their naked together and touching.

We both rubbed together naked as we hugged each other. I thought it was a sublime feeling, I could feel him pressing in on me as I did on him. I don’t think either of knew what to do next, we sat on his bed together, then lay down facing each other. I felt Steve start to gently stroke me with his fingers, I started to follow him. We were both lying there together stroking each other, not knowing, but fully aware where it would end up.

I started to feel something build up and move inside me, it started with a soft twinge, I never felt anything like that before and not having control over it. Steve picked up on this and started to stoke me a bit more entheausticly. I let him and lay back, I remember my legs opening as he stroked me again and again and again. I could feel something spill out of me as the pressure built up then I felt it also start to gently squirt, he kept stroking me but faster and faster.

Then I started to bump uncontrollably on his bed, I could hear it creek as I bumped up and down. Not before long I was so excited, I no longer had any control, suddenly I unloaded over both of us. He lay back and rubbed my aftermath with his hand on his and my chest, it felt kinky and warm but nice, I never had done that before.

I rolled over on top of him straddling over and sitting on his legs, I remember I said now it’s my turn. As I sat there facing him as he watched me I started to slowly stroke him, as I got a response more from his eyes and silent mouth gestures, he closed his eyes. I slowly increased the pace of my stroking, slowly he responded, as I quickened my pace he slowly started to physically bounce, in harmony with my stroking, as I had done, but this time his legs were pinned down.

I could feel him start to build then as I increased my grip, held it back, his back arched as he tried to unload but I still kept trying to bring him on. He let out such a loud groan that I let my grip go and pointed it in his direction, just as he let go with one enormous squirt. His chest and face took the brunt of it.

As I rolled off him and lay alongside he rolled over me and smeared my erection. We lay there alongside each other laughing and touching each other chest. Steve then leaned over me and started to nibble my nipples, I really liked that and lay back with my arms open, inviting him to continue. Then kneeling over me he sat upright on me by this time I had an erection that was starting to hurt, and I could feel the pressure as it slide up between his buttons. What a feeling.

It was the first time that I ever felt anything like that, I think it was Steve’s too. I started to rub at him, it was a wonderful feeling he was enjoying it, as I undulated I could feel it build within me. Steve sat leaning back letting me, he had closed his eyes his open mouth formed an O’ although I tried I couldn’t build up enough pressure up to climax him. We had to stop and contemplate what we wanted to do next.

We changed position, I adjusted the pillows under Steve, I tried to engage but even now oiled I was struggling. Steve helped me as I started to try and enter, it was difficult to do, then I managed it. First time I only entered part way before I withdrew, next time I pushed harder and touched something firm I could go no further; Steve winced.

I settled into a slow gentle undulating rhythm, I was not getting the sensation I expected, then Steve started to hold me back. The sensation changed to what I expected and it started to build with each stroke, as it built my rhythm became erratic, the içerenköy escort more erratic I became the more I enjoyed it.

I then felt it start to form and slowly move forward, I was nearing climax, I convulsed, then again and again. I was fully drained and started to withdraw, rolled over and lay alongside Steve. He asked did I enjoy it too, I said yes, we were both covered in sweat and I felt fully drained. Steve said he enjoyed it too and suggested we get cleaned up and dressed, I looked at him in disappointment.

He said we can do it again, I smiled and said yes. We both pulled on our swim shorts we were in that sort of mood, Steve returned his sisters things as I made up the bed as though nothing had happened. We headed down to his patio to enjoy the sun.

As we lay in the sun I asked Steve how long he had felt that way, he said always, I watched a lot of videos on the internet and knew that’s what I wanted to do. I then asked, have you ever done it before, he said yes, I had an older cousin who liked to do it to me with his two friends, first time was at my eighteenth birthday party, he stayed overnight. I didn’t like it at first then eventually I liked him doing it to me and looked forward to it each time he and his friends visited. One day he disappeared from the scene, not heard of him since.

When I came into the shower cubical with you and was pressing against you to keep out of the hot water it all came back. I knew what I wanted to do and I though you did too. I admitted I did and for quite a while too but didn’t know what to do about it then after you started I knew it was ok.

We had just almost talked ourselves into going back upstairs when Steve’s sister Shelia and her friend Anjou came in, both a year older than us. They headed upstairs saying we have got something to show you. When they came down they were wearing matching almost there pink micro skirts and bikini tops with matching black cuffs and very high heel matching shoes. They stood there giving us a twirl I must admit they were very alluring, Sheila with her long blond hair and long toned legs, Anjou with her dusty skin and endearing wayward smile.

Shelia said this is our new uniforms, we are to be hostesses at a private party. Steve asked what kind of private party? Anjou said ladies only party so you can’t go, it’s being held in a private Country House club out of town on Saturday. Remember Jason and Craig’s friend Tim the photographer, we were doing a photoshoot for him in these outfits when he asked would we be interested in being hostesses, the money is very good. He also paid us cash in hand for the photoshoot, a flat fee then a commission as he sells each photograph, he reckons he can get our photographs into a fashion magazine.

They sat down beside us and Anjou started to hit on Steve by putting her bare legs on his. I could see Steve was getting the message, his sister did too. I reached down and lifted Shelia’s legs to rest on top of mine, although she wasn’t sure of me doing that at first was quickly quite relaxed about it.

Steve asked what king of photographs? Anjou said you know that beach out of town where its clothes optional. Their. We posed in our tennis outfits, then shorts then our bikinis, then these outfits, we also posed topless. After that we went back to his studio in town we did some bedroom poses together. Steve asked any naked, Shelia said a few but nothing obscene just a wee bit erotic. We didn’t know what to say.

Shelia said as she touched my shorts running her finger slowly but firmly down my ever developing bulge, if you are interested he is looking for some male models to photograph for some girly magazines. Money up front then a commission, maybe he can also get you some bar or waiter work at the same club. I have his mobile number and his web site address if you are interested. I kicked in and said ok we will give it some thought, I had visions of someone photographing Steve and me upstairs. No thanks.

Anjou and Shelia went upstairs to get changed. I asked Steve what do you think your and Anjou’s mother will say when they find out about the photographs. They won’t tell them, neither will I. But I don’t think my mother would say anything anyway as she knew what my cousin and his friends were doing with me, sometimes even watched. She and my dad were into photography in a big way, so who knows.

Anjou and Shelia came down in their now not so revealing shorts and tops, said they would take Steve and me out for a burger and beer, from their modelling fees. Being poor students we were always short of money so we accepted their offer. Although we tried to find out more about the type of photographs Tim took, we knew Craig and Jason through the badminton winter league. Tim who lived with his partner Mike had a bit of a reputation regarding the photographs he took. But Anjou and Shelia would not tell us anymore.

Steve phoned me the next morning saying he phoned Tim last night and asked him what he was looking for. He asked us to kartal escort come and see him and would explain what he is looking for, he has an exclusive commission from a fashion magazine that we may be interested in. We have to meet him at eleven to see if we can do what he is looking for, sort of screen test. Although nervous about what we may be getting into, it was also a bit exciting, so I agreed.

We met outside Tim’s studio and went in together more excited than concerned. Tim outlined what he wanted to do and how much we could expect to earn; quite a lot. He then introduced us to Simon, Si he prefers to be called, he was very camp in appearance and manor but very likeable and funny with it.

We all clambered into Tim’s big BMW four by four and headed out of town to a larger studio in a farm complex that he had shares in, we were to use studio four. Tim left us with Si in the dressing room to get organised and ready for a screening photo shoot. It wasn’t what we expected, we were to cross dress for a ladyboy online clothes catalogue. Why not.

First we had to strip off for Si, as we stood there naked and now partially aroused by the experience, which Si seemed to enjoy as he looked us over. We had makeup applied, all over and I do mean all over, and a tight fitting cap placed over our hair before he fitted a hair piece, mines was short and black Steve’s was long and blond like his sisters. Si instructed and showed us how to pose move and talk, he had very warm and caring hands and an effeminate voice which we were to mimic when in character, which made it all the more enjoyable.

Eventually we were give sexy underwear and dresses to wear, mines was a little black number, Steve’s was a more revealing low cut ensemble. I could see he was really enjoying wearing it, I was still a little bit self-conscious, we were both to wear very high heeled shoes that were no more than straps. When I stood up I almost fell over but Si wrapped his hands round me, must admit it was a very nice feeling, and steadied me until I got my balance and could walk in them. Steve just stood up and walked over to me unaided and said, don’t ask.

Si took us to the studio that Tim had already set up, they was a sitting room, bed room and an erotic games dungeon, complete with whips and things. Steve was on first in the sitting room, Si showed him how to pose, sitting, standing and walking as Tim still photographed him.

Then it was my turn but in the bedroom, getting dressed and undressed and posing as Tim banged away with his camera. I was really enjoying it, very erotic and seductive, by the time I had finished I was flowing with posing without any help. Si said I was a natural. I changed outfits four times, as I got changed, Steve was posing and as I posed he got changed. It was very hard work.

We had a coffee break where Si produced some strong Dutch rope coffee that he had bought in Amsterdam on his last trip. It was very strong but nice almost addictive as you drank it. Si also said he added his own special ingredients to it, to give you a photoshoot energy boost. It certainly did that, by the time we had finished our second cup we were both super charged.

We were asked this time would we like to have a photo portfolio each and pose naked and erotically together and individually. It was to be a private portfolio just for us. It was Steve who was entheaustic this time, I was a bit concerned but went with the flow. Steve had a natural flow to his posing I was initially very wooden but after being photographed naked a few times and in compromising positions the taboo of it all seemed to evaporate. I put it down to Si’s energising coffee.

It was Si who encouraged us to become more adventurists and engage in sexual activities together as Tim photographed us live on a video camera this time. It wasn’t long before we were preforming together, I don’t remember much of the detail, but I do remember being on a sexual high while doing whatever we were doing.

When we received a flash drive a couple of days later from Tim and reviewed its content after Tim and Si had photoshopped them, it was clear that we had both entheausticly engaged in athletic sex with each other, some had very close up shots of us engaging and climaxing. Initially I was concerned about what we had done together but we both knew that was what we wanted to do and we had the only copy of the video.

That night when Steve’s parents were down south visiting some friends for two weeks and Sheila and Anjou were doing their club night that Tim had organised. I stayed over with Steve and we re-enacted, a few times, what we had done together on the video. That was to be the first of many nights together.

Shelia and Anjou arrived home about ten the next morning and were still on a high about their training day and first two full nights work at the club. Shelia said the day after our photoshoot they had their introductory training day and first night’s work. Dressed in their revealing and provocative outfits delivered drinks to customers and clearing away any empty glasses. That night they only worked in the general lounge which had subdued lighting where clients dressed skimpily and revealing with any activities subdued and discreet, they both got the odd stray hand caressing them, which they were told to expect and show pleasure in.

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I arrived home trying to keep positive. I thought I had turned the tide with the arrogant little pick. Little prick is not a good description of Eric… Arrogant little ass would be better. None the less, he was a smart, arrogant little ass, and seemed to know his Psychology.

I wished I could turn the clock back 24 hours and start over. A day ago, at this time, my porn addiction was a secret, as far as I knew. My daughter and her best friend weren’t nymphomaniacs because of me and my sister wasn’t a traitorous slut.

And oh yeah, I wouldn’t have to jack off my daughter’s boyfriend twice a day to keep him from butt fucking my daughter who begs him to do it! Said desire was in her head because of my porn issues! And thus, my head spun round and around in circles, all leading back to me being the cause of all of it.

It was noon by the time I got home. Eight hours till Amanda would be home. The thought of confronting her made me nauseous but, I needed to stop all this insanity and get my little girl back. That was part of the problem. Nineteen is beyond little girl, and she could make a rash choice if I pushed her too hard. She would be starting college in a couple months, and the thought of her dropping out and or moving out and jeopardizing her future was terrifying.

I needed to clear my head, so I went for a ride again. I peddled and imagined the wind blowing away my stress. My mind cleared briefly before the thought of the past 24 hours returned. 24 hours… He came on my face four times in 24 hours! The image of his hot cum shooting onto my face popped into my head.

Right on que a text. Ding! I pulled off the road.

Eric: Thinking about your mouth Porn Hound. (Attached was a picture of his boner.)

Me: Enough. Please stop.

Eric: You forgot “don’t!”

Me:???

Eric: You mean “Please don’t stop.”?

Me: I’m riding and don’t have time for this. Just be there tonight if I need you.

Eric: It’s available any time you need it. (He attached a boner pick again. “4 times in 24 hours and the damned thing is hard again,” I thought to myself.) Do you have a special seat for hard-on riding?

I could feel my cock straining against the bicycle shorts. “Arrogant little ass,” I thought jumping back on the bike. Twenty-three miles later, I heard the ding again. I was nearly done so continued until the end before checking.

Amanda: Can Jackie stay over tonight? She really wants to watch Fear the Walking Dead tonight, and you know her parents…

I thought about it and convinced myself to let her, postponing the intervention until I returned from my trip. That would give me time to contact the old therapy clinic and see what the options might be before confronting her.

Me: Ok but don’t get me in the dog house with her parents.

Amanda: Thanks Daddy. You’ll make popcorn?

Me: Yep, can’t wait.

I sent a text to Eric.

Me: Can’t do it tonight. Jackie’s staying over. I will contact you after I get back Friday.

Eric: No Jacking off this week.

Me: Please stop this line of texting.

Eric: You can’t control yourself, can you? Shall we bet another dollar?

I did not dignify him with a response.

While I was sweaty, I did some work in the yard. I mowed, trimmed and weeded working up a sweat. I had burned enough calories for about a week. I cooked myself a steak and baked a potato in the microwave. It was pushing eight O’clock, and as I was finishing up the girls came in. I sat at the kitchen table when they entered. They sat down across from me and told me about their Netflix night.

“Thanks for letting me stay Mr. Thompson,” said Jackie, smiling.

“My pleasure sweetie,” I said noticing how intensely brown her eyes were. “Just don’t tell your parents, I’m a bad influence.”

“It will be our little secret Mr. Thompson.” she said batting her eyes.

I swore she pushed her tits together with her arms as she did, highlighting her cleavage in her low-cut T. She wore a black bra under a pink V neck T. I could see the lacy material through the T. My eyes darted between her eyes and her tits. I could not decide which was more hypnotic. Her skin seemed to be perfect today. She would sometimes have some major acne outbreaks, but her face was flawless today. Her long black hair was shimmering down her shoulders.

“Are you girls hungry?” I asked hoping I knew the answer.

“No, her mom made meatloaf. We are good!” said Amanda rubbing her tummy.

That is Amanda’s favorite dish of all time. They both leaned forward and I tried not to stare at Jackie’s tits but the thought of my cock sliding in between them would not leave my porn hound brain.

“But you will make popcorn later, right?” They said simultaneously.

“Absolutely!” I replied.

It was tradition that I make a batch of kettle corn whenever the three of us watched TV.

Ding! Another text.

Eric: Owe me a dollar yet?

I rolled my eyes and laid my phone face down on the table.

“I need to get a shower and we can convene around 9:30 fatih escort for the show.” I said turning to avoid the bulge in my riding shorts from ogling Jackie’s tits.

I put my dishes in the dish washer and got out the tools for popcorn. As I walked down the hall toward my room, Jackie passed me carrying her overnight bag, from Amanda’s room to the guest room. Her tits brushed my arm as we passed. I looked back at her cutoff jeans, admiring her cute little ass, imaging running my fingers up the pant legs of her cutoffs. I looked up to see her smiling back at me over her shoulder.

“Have you lost weight Mr. Thompson? She said clearly flirting.

“A few pounds,” I said, thumb in my waist band.

“Hmmm,” she sighed stepping into her room.

I took a long hot shower thinking about soapy tits and how easily I came fucking Eric’s palm earlier. Here I was stiffening again after cumming twice in twenty-four hours. After the shower, I wanted to bring up the video of my shower with Eric. Wearing only a towel, I made sure the coffee mug was blocking the web cam. It was not, it had shifted to the side about six inches. I nonchalantly, moved it back as I looked for my phone.

I remembered I left it in the kitchen, so I slipped on some gym shorts and a T and went to retrieve it. I opened the bedroom door and did not see the girls and the door to their rooms were open… As I went to the kitchen, I heard them talking.

“Not ready for popcorn, already are you?” I asked playfully.

They were sitting at the kitchen table on their cell phones texting away.

“We’re good,” said Amanda not looking up.

“Good, forty-five minutes or so. Hopefully the zombies won’t affect your appetite.”

Getting no response, I grabbed my phone and headed to my room.

I sat at the desk in my room and brought up the video from this morning. I could not help myself, as the playback got me up yet again. I picked a couple Kleenex and shoved them in my underwear to prevent leakage through my gym shorts. As I watched his quaking orgasm in the shower with my fingers in his ass, it occurred to me, I was doing just as he said. Seeing myself in my own movie had me ready to jack myself off yet again.

To snap out of it, I went to my laptop and watched my sister eating Jackie’s pussy mesmerized by her bouncing tits. I found myself rubbing my boner through my gym shorts before coming to the realization I was supposed to be making popcorn!

I slammed the laptop closed, applied some cold water to myself and headed for the kitchen. As I passed Amanda’s room I saw the girls sitting on her bed in their pajama’s looking at her laptop.

“Making popcorn,” I said thinking about the skin on Jackie’s legs as she sat in an oversized T-shirt pajama top. From the side it rode high teasing whether she was wearing panties.

“Stop, you horny old perv!” I told myself and proceeded to make the kettle corn.

When I was done, I sat the kettle corn bowls on the coffee table. Three large bowls and cokes.

“Ready!” I yelled.

The girls walked in to take their seats. Amanda wore a set of summer pajama’s. Light pink button down top and draw string shorts with lacy trim on the legs. Jackie war a V-neck cotton T that hung about an inch beyond her ass. The T-hugged her back and pushed out over the curve of her slim but shapely ass.

They sat on the love seat Indian style with the bowl of popcorn between their knees. As Jackie, took her seat I saw her plain white cotton panties as the T road up her spread thighs. I could see a shadow of her dark bush before she placed the popcorn bowl between her knees.

I again imagined what the skin on her thighs must feel like as I strategically placed my own bowl of popcorn on my lap. Her V-neck exposed the valley between her sizable breasts and the outline of her nipples were highlighted through the fabric. I gained a twisted satisfaction lusting over the young lady I’d known for years since contered Eric’s insistence of the hypnotic power of his cock.

As the show progressed I was able to distract myself from ogling Jackie, until she finished her popcorn and set the bowl on the table giving me full view of the white cotton panties. I glanced up and she was engrossed in the program, so my eyes returned to her panties and the clear darkened outline of her trimmed bush. There was a slight indentation in the fabric of between her labia.

Another glance and she was still engrossed. I wondered what it would feel like to caress the little pockets of white skin on her inner thighs surrounding her tender little pussy. She twisted herself slightly to the left, unknowingly giving me a head on view of her white cotton covered piece of heaven. Her left hand moved to her knee and slowly traced her fingers up her inner thigh, causing my heart rate to increase and my throat to tighten. As her fingers passed mid-thigh, the blaring volume of a commercial startled me to reality.

I looked up to see Jackie looking at me wide eyed and smiling. Her eyes darted downward and güngören escort mine followed, as her pointer finger slid just under the edge of her panty, near her ass and traced up toward the top of her thigh.

“So, what do you think Mr. Thompson?” asked Jackie placing her hands back on her knees, spread eagle in front of me.

I glanced at Amanda and her eyes widened as she gave a devious little smile. “Busted,” I thought to myself, trying not to look at her panties. My eyes drifted down. I wanted to slide them off and taste her sweet pussy…

“Well?” asked Jackie waiting for an answer, “Did you see that coming?”

Eyes on her crotch I thought, “Yes I have seen that cumming.”

My mind reeled trying to figure out how to respond or even what she was asking. “Stop looking at her panties!” I told myself. “The show, she’s asking about the show!”

“Oh… Not at all total shock,” I mumbled.

I had not even touched my popcorn, so I thought of a solution to my problem and stood up with my bowl and handed it toward Jackie. “I see you’re out. Do you want my popcorn sweetie?” I asked, hoping she would take it and block my view.

“I’m good Mr. Thompson,” she said, uncrossing her ankles and pulling her knees straight up with her hands with her feet on the sofa. This tilted her hips forward stretching her panties tighter.

“I’ll take it,” said Amanda grabbing the bowl.

They both starred at my crotch and giggled as my boner was no longer blocked by my bowl. I quickly sat down and crossed my legs and put my hands in my lap.

I kept my eyes, glued to the TV screen.

Ding! a text. This time it was Amanda’s phone, not mine.

“Damn, I gotta go into to work by 7:00AM tomorrow. Two sick calls today.” she said disgusted.

“Well you need all the money you can get with college coming sweetie,” I said encouraging her. “How long are you working?”

“I was 11:00 to 4:00, now 7:00-4:00,” sighed Amanda.

“And I leave for the airport at 2:00 and working from home until then. I guess I won’t get to see you much before I leave. I’ll get up and get you some breakfast before you go.” I said trying to help.

“Thanks Daddy,” she said a little happier.

I kept my eyes fixed to the screen and after the show we all went to bed. I could not help stealing a glance at Jackie’s exposed legs as she drifted into the guest room.

“Good night Ladies,” I said as they closed their doors.

I lay there for a while mind jumping from Jackie’s panties to her soapy tits to Eric’s spewing cock, trying to quell the madness of it all. Eventually I dozed until the rude awakening of a 5:30AM alarm.

I got things ready in the kitchen and as Amada rolled out at 6:00, I hit her with eggs, bacon and toast. She ate, then rolled into the shower and was out the door by 6:30.

After she rolled out I thought about, going back to sleep for an hour, but thought better of it. As I showered the visions of yesterday’s shower with Eric and Jackie’s shower cam, flashed in my head again. “Gramma, Gramma, Gramma,” I told myself.

I got dressed and checked my work e-mails as the eight O’clock hour rolled around. I wondered if Jackie was stirring yet and brought up the webcam for the guest room. She was on the bed, laying on her belly, looking at her laptop. I should just about make out the screen, but the angle was a little too steep to see it clearly. My best guess was someone masturbating.

“Probably me,” I thought disgusted with myself.

I watched as she lay, legs bent at the knees, ankles crossed, slowly rocking her feet forward and back. Her pajama T nestled subtly into her ass crack barely covering her white undies, again leaving the mind to wonder if she had panties on at all. My cock stirred yet again, as I pictured my hand sliding slowly under the pajamas, caressing her silky ass.

I clicked off the web cam and made a call to work, reviewing with the department secretary the plans for the day and checking for messages. I heard the door open to the guest room as I spoke to Trina. A moment or two later, the toilet flushed, and that door opened. I hung up as Jackie, stuck her head around the corner of my bedroom door. She looked awfully gorgeous for having just woken up.

“Good morning,” she said groggily.

“Good morning sweetie. Can I get you some breakfast?” I asked calmly.

She stepped fully in front of the door, revealing her silky-smooth legs. “I think I’m ok thank you. Your kettle corn must have carried over. Thank you though,” she said smiling and looking through me with her deep brown eyes. “Let me know if there’s is anything I can do for you Mr. Robertson. Anything at all…”

I wiggled uncomfortably, looking at her legs.

“Is everything ok Mr. Thompson?” she asked sincerely.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, you seem a little nervous and distracted. Are you worried about Amanda, starting college?” she asked stepping closer. ‘You know she loves you very much, and she’s only going to school 30 minutes away. kadıköy escort She worries about what happens if she ever moves out. She’s afraid, you’ll be lonely.”

She stopped just a few feet away. She raised her right arm and drug her right thumb and forefinger from her forehead back pulling her long dark hair off her face. As she did her T shirt drifted up dangerously high. My eyes darted down and did not see any sign of panties, and there was not a lot of excess pajama hem past her lady parts.

“You’re such a good father Mr. Robertson. You’ve sacrificed so much… we both want you to be happy…”

Her brown eyes were hypnotic as she looked down at me frozen in my desk chair.

“If there is every anything I can do to help, just ask… Anything at all,” she said, leaning down.

She grabbed my cheeks with both hands and leaned in. I began to tremble a little as she kissed my forehead, and my eyes followed the valley between her ample breasts. Her skin looked so soft…

She stood up and turned, the curve of her ass silhouetted in the light from my desk. As she walked to the door, she used both hands to collect her hair and pulled it into a pony tail. Her pajama T rose up revealing the bottom of her ass cheeks, with a subtle smiling crease under each and quick glimpse of her labia peeking through… No panties.

I sat there, cock stiff in disbelief. “Get control please,” I told myself.

“Ok, if I take a shower Mr. Robertson, or do you need me for anything?” she yelled from down the hall.

“Ok, go ahead,” I said half squeaking.

As she showered I went to the kitchen, the bathroom door cracked, when I went by. I could not help peeking in, but the shower curtain was drawn. I fantasized about stepping in and washing every inch of her sweet sexy body.

It was a long morning, but I kept control and she got on her way about 11:30. I stayed in my room doing work e-mails and keeping clear of temptation. After she left I realized I had left my cell phone in the kitchen and checked it. It was low on charge with no texts from magical cock boy. I put it on charge, so it would be ready for my flight.

Then, I texted Amanda.

Me: Hope all is well, I miss you sweetie.

Amanda: Yep, been busy. I will miss you. Hurry home. (She sent a picture of store room racks of pallets and boxes, she had apparently helped unload.)

Next, I sent a text to Eric.

Me: Leaving town, please hold up your end.

Eric: Of course. Do you owe me a dollar yet?

Me: No!

Eric: It’s classic transference Porn Hound. Anal lesbian porn addiction. You are clearly crying out for this in your ass. Have you ever cum with a cock in your ass Porn Hound? You’ll never be the same.

Another picture was attached. I did not respond. His cock head was oozing a huge dollop of pre-cum that had begun to run down the ridge of skin from the cleft of his dickhead. I reached in and pulled out my hard-on and milked the pre-cum that had been leaking all morning. I found myself scooping it up with my fingers and sucking it off. It was creamy sweet.

“Stop it!” I yelled to myself shoving my cock back in my pants.

I managed to keep myself distracted as I travelled but when I got to the hotel room that night I found my thoughts drifting back to my darker places.

The soft heat of his cock on my face… “Stop! Think of something else,” I told myself.

Sliding my cock between her silky tits…”Stop! She’s too young.”

Hot cum shooting on my face. “Stop! Think of something else.”

Yanking up her pajama T. “Stop! She’s too young!”

I needed some relief, so I went to my porn sites. I went for the usual anal section but a pic of a man sucking a she-male’s cock caught my eye. I scrolled further to a pic of a man on his knees sucking another man’s big cock. I hit the video preview and my dick stiffened as he took him deep. The preview of course ended before climax.

“This is not helping! Do some work and go to sleep.” I convinced myself.

As I started doing some work e-mails, it hit me. I did not even think to call the family therapy clinic! “What kind of father would forget something like that?” I asked myself. “A porn obsessed perve!”

I had spent the entire day thinking of fucking my daughter’s bestie or cumming in the shower with Eric, but not one thought of the therapist, for my porn obsessed daughter!

My heart racing, stomach churning and head spinning. I knew sleep would not come anytime soon. So, I went down to the hotel bar, just in time for last call.

“Three shots of Jack,” I said to the attractive African American female bar tender.

She wore a pair of tight black pants, white long-sleeved blouse and black vest that conformed nicely to her sizable boobs. When she turned to pour the drinks, she revealed a firm round ass that made me cringe with painful lust at the thought of sliding my cock into her beautiful ass.

I could not stop staring to the point an older lady that was at the bar when I arrived, looked at me, shook her head in disgust and left. I quickly downed my shots and returned to my room.

Unable to control my thoughts I decided to give in to my weakness, and make myself cum. If I took the edge off I could hopefully clear my head enough to sleep. I had a full schedule all week and needed to be able to focus.

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When I was a kid, there was a slang term used to describe anal sex between boys or men. It was called “cornholing”. No one thought of cornholing as gay or queer. It was just another sexual activity. It was an activity that I developed a fascination with and it became a favorite sexual fantasy of mine. Since I cannot write about early sexual contacts here, I will have to be intentionally vague and fast forward to my adult life.

I have always been a voyeur and many times I have witnessed others engaged in a variety of sexual activities. There were a number of times I stumbled upon these scenes. But often times I intentionally placed myself in a position to see and watch.

On those occasions when I watched two males butt fucking, I was never quite sure which appealed more to me. The idea of driving my cock into a tight asshole and seeing the guy’s reaction. Or being underneath and feeling whatever it was that made some guys eagerly take dick in their ass.

The following events took place during the summer after I turned 18.

There was a nice couple that lived down the street from us (For the purposes of sharing this story I will call them “Fred” and “Frieda”.) They were both in their 50’s. Fred was “semi-retired” and only went to his office a couple of days a week. (I don’t think I ever knew exactly what Fred did, but apparently he owned his own business.) Freda was gone a lot to Florida to help take care of her elderly mother. She and her siblings rotated staying with her mom and providing care for her in her home. Since Frieda lived the furthest away, she would usually stay there for a couple of weeks at a time and then come home for a couple of weeks.

Fred and Frieda had a nice home, complete with a swimming pool in the back yard, surrounded by a tall wooden privacy fence. I had started cutting their lawn when I was 15. Fred was still going to work every day and that was before Frieda began her trips to Florida. Neither of them ever said or did anything improper to me during that time.

But after I turned 18, I began to notice some differences in Fred’s behavior towards me. In those days I was lean with a swimmer’s built. I also had free use of their pool in exchange for doing the pool cleaning and care.

One day, after I had finished cutting the grass, I went looking for Fred and found him sitting by the pool. After a bit of small talk chit chat, Fred told me I should jump in the pool and cool off. I told him I would buca escort have to go get my swim suit. Fred just smiled and stood up. “Haven’t you ever been skinny dipping?” he asked. “Nobody can see back here. That’s why I had that fence put up”.

Fred dropped his swim suit and walked to the edge of the pool naked. I saw his half erect cock gently sway as he walked without the slightest hint of embarrassment. He was built solid with a moderate amount of hair on his barrel chest. His cock stuck out from a trimmed pubic bush. The hair on his head was thinning with the beginning of a bald spot in back. He dove into the pool and when he came to the surface he encouraged me to come on in. After a few moments hesitation, I stripped off my shorts, underwear and tee shirt and jumped in the pool.

And yes, the water felt great. We swam and chatted a bit. After about 30 minutes I told Fred I needed to get home. He told me he would get me a towel. He proceeded to get out of the pool and get a couple of towels out of a stand up locker. Instead of bringing a trowel to me, he just tossed one in a pool chair and said, “There ya’ are.”

I was trying to act nonchalant as I got out of the pool but the truth was, I felt myself getting a little turned on and I was trying not to stare at Fred’s (approximately) six-inch penis that was now looking about ¾ hard. I could feel my cock starting to get harder as I reached for the towel. Fred dried himself off and then told me to turn around and he would get my back. As I turned he took my towel out of my hands and began to wipe my back. And then I got a surprise as he reached around with the towel and “dried” my cock and balls off.

Now I felt confused, light headed and more than just a little turned on. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed while I mumbled some thanks to Fred for the use of his pool. As I was letting myself out of the gate, the last thing I saw was Fred standing there with his hands on his hips and his cock pointing my direction.

I went home and went straight to my room where I proceeded to beat my meat for almost an hour (cumming three times). Normally when I masturbated, I thought about women I knew. But for the next week or so, every time I jerked off, I thought about Fred’s dick.

About a week after the above incident I went down to Fred’s house to take care of the pool. When I got there I saw a car parked in the driveway that belonged to a friend of çağlayan escort his named Tom. I knocked on the door and rang the doorbell but got no response. I assumed they were out by the pool so I opened the door and let myself in. I heard Fred’s voice coming from down a hallway so I went to tell him I was there. As I got closer I could hear moaning and only an occasional word or sentence. When I got to the master bedroom I stopped and peeked around the open door. Fred and Tom were laying on the bed naked. Tom was on his back with his arms above his head. Fred was laying next to him on his side. Fred was licking one of Tom’s nipples while stroking Tom’s cock with his hand.

Tom was built different from Fred as he was lean with a full head of dark hair with almost no hair on his chest. Tom’s cock was a little longer than Fred’s, and right now appeared to be swollen with a purple head. Suddenly Tom tensed up and arched his back. Fred increased the speed of his strokes and Tom released a couple of impressive ropes of cum that landed on his chest and were followed by an ooze of cum that went over Fred’s fingers.

I quickly (and quietly) retreated down the hallway to the kitchen where I got a soda out of the refrigerator. My plan being that if they came down the hallway and found me, I was going to pretend that I had just got there and was getting a cold drink to take out to the pool.

I waited for about five minutes and heard Tom talk about how good that had felt and Fred compliment him on the size of his cum load. When things fell silent I made my way back down the hall to see what was going on. This time I found Fred laying on his back and Tom laying between Fred’s legs. Tom’s head was bobbing up and down on Fred’s cock. Fred was giving him verbal encouragement and telling him how great it felt. Every once in a while, Tom would remove Fred’s cock from his mouth and lick all around the head. After several minutes of this, Fred finally told Tom to “get up and bend over”. It was becoming more and more apparent that this was not the first time these two had done this dance.

As Tom positioned himself on his elbows and knees, Fred got behind him. During the time they had been repositioning, Fred had retrieved a jar of cold cream from the night stand. (Later found out the brand was “Albolene” if anyone wants to try it.) Fred apply a liberal amount to his fully erect and stone hard cock. He also applied some çankaya escort more to Tom’s ass. Then he moved forward and aligned his dick with Tom’s anal opening. Again, it was obvious that this was not the first time for these two.

Fred made a slow but steady push into Tom’s ass. Tom responded with groans, gasps and moans of “Oh my God that feels so damn good.” In one relentless push, Fred went balls deep into Tom’s rectum. After a brief pause to let Tom finish adapting, Fred began a slow steady stroking of his friend’s ass. Fred punctuated his fucking with occasional remarks about how good it felt and how tight Tom’s ass was. Tom for his part was moaning and shaking his head back and forth, also talking about how good it felt to have Fred’s cock buried inside him.

As they went at it, Fred slowly increased the speed of his strokes. Tom managed to gasp out that Fred felt extra hard today. “You must be thinking about that boy” Tom said. “You should have just grabbed his cock and started sucking”.

I was suddenly stunned. These two mature men were cornholing and talking about me while they did.

Fred replied, “It was tempting. He has a great looking cock and it was certainly inviting when he got out of the pool.” “But I didn’t want to scare him off.” Maybe next time he will be a bit more receptive.” I would love to take hold of that pecker and feel how hard it gets when he shoots off.”

By how my cock was so hard it was almost hurting and I felt like I was going to shoot a load without even touching myself.

Fred stared thrusting into Tom’s ass with increased speed and determination. Tom was pounding his hands on the bed and shouting into a pillow. Tom’s cock was actually hard again. Suddenly Fred let out a yell and started slowing down as he emptied his balls into Tom’s bowels.

Then both men collapsed on the bed, gasping for air. I decided to make a hasty retreat while they were oblivious to everything. I made my way back down the hallway and out the front door. As I was walking home I saw one of our female neighbors outside watering her lawn. She waved and I waved back. I have always wondered if she noticed the giant tent in my pants.

When I got home, I once again went to my room and spent the next hour jacking off. I came the first time within seconds of beginning to stroke my cock. But I didn’t soften any and continued to rub my dick and replay in my mind what I had witnessed.

A couple of days later, I realized I still needed to go to Fred’s house and tend to his pool. Perhaps at some point I can write about that visit. It had its own share of surprises.

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I recently attended a wedding for a relative of my wife’s. The wedding was one of those very swanky, Black Tie affairs held at a ritzy country club hotel. It was a really formal occasions where no uld, then I scooped up the rest of the cum from mychildren were allowed. There was no buffet or lines to stand in. Rather, Waite Staff actually delivered your meal to you at a table which was complete with linen tablecloths and napkins. Good china and stemware were at every place setting.

In short, to be honest, this was not my kind of party. Being more of a cold beer out of an ice-chest type guy, I felt like a real fish out of water. Hell, when I’m partying, unless I can wear shorts and a t-shirt and piss off the deck, I don’t really consider it a good time.

Anyway, I got dragged out of town to this one because the wife was really close to the cousin getting married…and I couldn’t come up with a real good excuse (lie) quickly enough when she asked me what I had going on this particular weekend. One upside to the wasted weekend though, was the fact that I would get to see my wife’s 23 year old brother, Max.

Max and I had hooked up about 3 months ago for a really hot fuck, but he had been weird about being near me for the rest of that visit, and ever since then too. I was hoping to get a little time with him to make sure we were still cool. I was pretty sure that he was just feeling weird about our hook up, and I hoped we could talk it out.

Well anyway, we dropped the kids at my mom’s house and then had to drive 2 fucking hours to a wedding I didn’t really want to attend in the first place. We checked in to the resort and got ready for the wedding. Before I knew it, we had sat through the (yawn) service and (bland) dinner and the band had already been (ho hum) playing for a while. I had danced with the wife a few times and she was now circulating to catch up on the family gossip, leaving me to sit there with a stupid smile on my face pretending that I give a shit.

After an already long day, I had had just about enough of this hoity toity affair. Don’t get me wrong, the couple we were sharing the table with were nice, in a plain vanilla sort of way and my wife looked fantastic, but my feet hurt in my dress shoes, I felt uncomfortable in this ballroom full of people and my suit was way too god-damned warm.

Time for a break!

I was just heading out the side door of the ballroom for some fresh air when I spotted Max. Good god, he is a gorgeous athletic masterpiece! He is about 6’3, and I would guess 190 lbs. or so, and very, very muscular from working out to maintain his sports scholarships. His dark brown, almost black colored eyes glistened out from under a very masculine, prominent brow with thin dark brown eyebrows. They were framed in his classically chiseled face by a normal, short, jock-type hairstyle. He was wearing a nice suit that was cut to be very, very flattering. It definitely looked as if it had been tailored, not bought off the rack at Sears like it was (lucky bastard was BUILT!). His broad shoulders were heavily muscled, I assume from a lot of gym time. His waist was small and gave him a great “V” shape. His thighs were also muscular and I could see his quads flexing as he walked. I also couldn’t help notice that his package looked great in his slacks. As I know from previous experience, he has a great “cut” cock, about 7 inches long and nice and fat. It fits perfectly in my mouth!

“What’s up, Max?” I asked him, extending my hand for a handshake. “Having a good time?”

“Yeah, it’s alright. The food’s good, anyway.” Max replied, grasping my hand and giving it 3 quick firm pumps.

“A little too stuffy for me,” I said. “I am gonna go outside for some fresh air. Want to join me?”

“Umm…sure, yeah, okay I guess. Let’s go” was Max’s answer.

Without any further conversation, I snagged two bottles of beer (Some fancy pants imported slop, blech!) from a passing waiter and we headed out through the doors onto a large patio overlooking the darkened golf course. I handed Max a beer and we sat down at a table at the edges of the patio lighting. The usual small talk ensued about his school, my job, family, etc. and then I finally asked him.

“So, what’s up with you? I mean…are we okay? You and me…it’s just been kind of weird since, well, you know.” I said.

“Yeah, we’re cool. It’s just…” He tapered off into silence, paused a moment, chewing on his full bottom lip and then looked at my face with an open çekmeköy escort expression. “It’s just that…well, I really want to screw around with you again, you know, so it’s kind of hard being near you.”

He stopped to take a deep shuddering breath and I jumped in. “Max, I really want to get with you again, too. I mean, fuck dude! Sex with you was just about the hottest thing I’ve ever done! THAT’S GREAT! I really want to fuck around with you some more.”

“Okay, cool. So… how soon do you think can we do it? Can you get away tonight?” He asked eagerly now that his mind was made up.

It was at that point that I realized that max had not brought a date to the wedding and I asked him about it. “You didn’t bring a girl to the wedding? Do you have a room?”

“No date man, I think I was hoping we’d bump into each other” he said to me with a lopsided grin. “I have a room, I am in 412.”

“Cool…let’s do it tonight. Fuck, let’s do it now!” I said as I put my beer down and headed towards the door. “Let me tell your sister I am going up to your room for some beers and I’ll meet you there in 10 minutes.”

Without looking back I went in and found the wife talking animatedly with her great-aunt whatever-the-fuck. I told her to hang out and have a good time, and that I was headed up to Max’s room for some peace and quiet, and to watch the game. Then I caught the elevator and went up to Max’s room.

As I was knocking on the door, Max rounded the corner. He smiled as he met my eyes, and let me into the room, holding the door for me with a laugh as I entered. The Door had barely clicked shut when I felt his strong hands grab my shoulders from behind and firmly steer me towards the bed.

He gently but forcefully pushed me onto the mattress as his powerful hands gripped me from behind. I felt his hard muscular body press against my back as he leaned down over me bringing his face to the side of my neck. His hot breath was steaming in my ear.

“I have been dreaming about this for months now,” he breathed in my ear. “It’s all I can think about. I need this, man”.

Then his tongue flicked out and licked the back of my earlobe. He leaned in and softly nibbled the side of my neck under that ear. His hot breath caused a fuzziness to settle into the higher thinking end of my brain, leaving only the lusty animal behind. My whole body shuddered with desire for him. My own cock was becoming rock hard and I could feel the press of his massive erection nestling into the crack of my ass as he lay atop me kissing my neck. He grew more and more intense with his kissing, and soon enough he was biting and sucking my neck. I was writhing underneath him, wiggling my ass to allow his cock to slip deeper into the crease between my cheeks. We were both moaning and groaning, lost in the moment.

“Whoa, take it easy stud!” I said, regaining a little of my composure. “Slow down.”

“Okay, it’s just that…I am just so horny” he told me with a large grin. “It’s hard to take this slow when I’ve been thinking about it for months now.”

I rolled onto my back, allowing him to face me. He rubbed his hand over my bulging crotch, giving out a low moan. Then he leaned in, gently this time, and kissed me on my mouth. Normally I am not into kissing with guys, but with Max it was different. He was nothing less than beautiful as he leaned in, his full lips already slightly flushed with his desire. His deep eyes were so dark and enticing that I felt I could be washed away in his gaze. When his lips brushed onto mine, it was almost electric! My whole body shifted to an entirely higher plane. In spite of my usual desires, I found myself kissing him back. I was hesitant at first, but before I knew it we were making out like teenagers in the back seat of mom’s mini-van. His tongue thrust repeatedly into my hot mouth and I sucked furiously on it every time it plunged in between my lips. I was just so turned on that it felt ‘right’.

We kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity. I felt as if I had lost myself in his lusty embrace. He kissed and sucked on my bottom lip, I gently nibbled his lip back. Then he began to work his way down my neck. Passionately he pecked his way down over my chin to the nape of my neck. Like the lightest touches from a kitten’s paw, he nibbled his way around to the side of my neck and up to my ear. All the while, his hands were sensuously rubbing and squeezing my chest and shoulders, and I was rubbing çeşme escort and grasping his back and ass.

“Wait,” I breathed to him, “let’s take a shower together. I need to slow this down a bit, or I’ll cum all over myself before I ever get out of my pants.”

“Okay, c’mon” he said as he stood over me offering me his hand.

He helped me to my feet and led me by the hand into to bathroom. Smiling, he turned on the shower and faced me.

“I have wanted this so bad…” he said as he loosened my tie from around me neck. “I have to have you!”

Max undressed me and before I knew it I was naked, standing in front of him. He also undressed himself as he studied my naked body, and smiled. He gazed over my body from top to bottom, and I did the same to him. He is gorgeous. Most impressive was the throbbing cock pulsing in his groin. Sticking out and pointed a little bit up from his trimmed pubic mound, his curved shaft was throbbing. I felt a renewed surge of lust as I took in the view.

I pressed against him and he guided me over the lip of the shower stall, backing himself in under the water. I smiled at him and began running my hands over his chest and shoulders. He tipped his head back as I bent down and took his nipple into my mouth and began sucking on it. The hard BB sized nub tightened as I sucked and nibbled. I dragged my tongue across his smooth chest and licked his other nipple too. It snapped hard in an instant and he gasped. His dick was pressed against my thigh and I could feel him lightly pumping it back and forth to hump my leg, gliding it on my skin.

It took all of my self control not to swallow him then, but instead, he moaned as I took a bar of soap from the rack and began to wash his whole body. I caressed every muscular bulge and sexy curve while I washed his skin. I lathered him up, and he also gently washed my body at the same time. We both paid a little extra attention to each other’s throbbing cocks. I rubbed his prick a little more than was strictly necessary just for cleanliness. His spongy-hard cock just felt so damn good in my hand that I was unwilling to let go.

After we were both rinsed, I couldn’t wait any more. I slid down his body and knelt in the drizzle of the shower with my hands at my side and with his cock in front of me. As the shower drizzled onto my head and face I leaned forward and slowly took his throbbing prick into my hot steamy mouth. It was so worth the wait!

His prick is nice-sized, maybe almost too thick for extended oral sex, but it was sure fine right where it was for now. My mouth was opened as wide as possible and I had pushed my face down over his dick allowing him to press the head into the back of my throat, leaving my nose rubbing in his little patch of trimmed pubes. I held him in my throat like that for as long as I could, savoring the fullness that I felt. When I finally pulled back for a breath of air, I sucked hard on his shaft before letting him out from between my lips with a faint plop.

“Oh god!” he exclaimed. “Suck me. Mmm, yeah, that’s the way. Suck my cock. This is just like I’ve been dreaming about. Do It!” He crowed as he reached down grabbing his prick and wiggled and shook it at me like an enticing treat.

I reached out and gently grasped his shaft with my right hand, allowing me to stoke him while I sucked and slurped his spongy cock head. With my other hand, took hold of his heavy, full balls and began gently pulling on them. I worked him like that for a while, gobbling as much dick and pre-cum as I could with each thrust, pausing to occasionally lick and suck his heavy balls.

Max moaned and grasped my head in his hands, clearly enjoying my attention to his cock and balls. He pulled my head deeper into his crotch, forcing his meat deeper into my mouth. I reached back with both of my hands and gripped his powerful smooth ass cheeks in my palms, squeezing and pulling his body tight against me.

“Oh god, yes” was all he could gasp out, repeating it over and over.

Soon enough, his thighs were resting against my chest as I drove my face back and forth pushing his throbbing cock back into my throat. I gently massaged his ass with my hands and his cock with my mouth, all the while listening to a chorus of his moans and dirty talk. He was face fucking me with passion and I loved it.

His dick throbbed in my mouth and seemed to grow even harder. I tried to encourage him to fuck my face even harder by gently trying cihangir escort to work a finger into his ass hole. He stabbed his cock into my throat a few more times, and I expected a load of cum very soon, but instead he reached down and gently guided me to a standing position. Then he turned me around to face away from him. He put tender but firm downward pressure on my shoulders, urging me to bend over in front of him, leaving my ass up in the air, exposed to him.

Before I knew what he was doing, I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks open, and the warm, wet pressure of his tongue as he licked my asshole.

I gasped loudly in exclamation!

He dove into licking my hole, at first swirling his tongue hotly around the rim of my man hole, then plunging in, fucking my ass with his hard tongue. The sensation was almost too much to handle. My knees got a little wobbly and I had to grab the side of the stall for support. My cock was already hard, but now it was throbbing with lust. I knew that just the slightest touch to my manhood while Max tongue fucked me would drive me right over the edge. Max must have sensed that, because he backed off my pucker and began to knead and nibble my ass cheeks, only occasionally dragging a finger or his tongue over my hole.

I stood up and smiled down at Max, turning off the shower. He also rose and then took my hand. He grabbed a bottle of lotion from the sink and lead me back out to the room. He guided me to the bed where he had me to lay down on my back.

Kneeling between my spread legs, Max leaned down and picked up right where he left off. He pushed my legs up into the air, exposing my ass. Then he lay flat and began to really lap and lick my ass again. It was only briefly this time though.

Max uncapped the bottle, and then lifted my spread legs to rest them on his shoulders. He squirted a large dollop of the lotion onto my ass and began working it in to lube my anus by fucking me with his fingers. At first I felt only one finger ease into me, then another and then another. It was really amazing to watch the lust wash over his face as his fingers banged my ass. He was possessed with an almost wild look as he began to roughly slam his fingers in and out of my butt.

“Fuck me Max” I said as I looked into his animal-like eyes. “I need your cock in me, now”.

He didn’t argue. He squirted some more lotion on his hand, greased his purple, throbbing prick quickly, and pushed his whole big dick right up my ass in one savage thrust.

“Aw…yes!” I exclaimed loudly. “Fucking Christ, that’s good. Fuck me!”

He quickly began to pump his dick in and out of me. I could feel his heavy balls as they slammed into my ass and his thighs as they slapped against my upper ass. I felt so turned on knowing that I had my legs spread eagled and thrown up in the air like a common whore. I grabbed my ankles and pulled them back, to open myself up as much as possible. The extra feeling of naughtiness added to the state of arousal.

Then, I reached my hands down and spread my ass open farther for him. My legs also slid down his outer body, getting my ankles off of his shoulders. He reached down grasping his dick at the base and pulled it all the way out of me before plunging back in. Over and over he did this until I lost count, then he drove all the way in again, balls slapping hard on my ass. He stabbed me over and over with his hard cock, and I lost track of everything but the feelings washing through my body from my ass. He was pounding me again, varying his pace as he fucked me, obviously trying not to cum too soon, but it was really no use.

“Jack it on me,” I said to him, “I want you to shoot your hot load all over me. Max.”

He pulled his prick from my greasy asshole and stood up next to the bed. I scooted over under him and he began to furiously jack his cock while pointing it down at me. I was rubbing my own cock, and Max stepped closer, holding his cock near my face. Then he moaned like a banshee and began blowing his nut. As the first streamer of hot slimy cum struck my chin, I also began to cum. As I jerked and came, I leaned my head back and opened my mouth in a gasp of ecstasy, allowing Max to dribble the rest of his man juice into my greedy mouth. I swallowed as much as I co face and chest licking it off of my fingers.

Max leaned down smiling and began rubbing the cum into my chest and face.

“Boy, that was even better than I had hoped” He said.

“Yeah…that was awesome…just incredible” I breathed in answer.

We both quickly cleaned up in the shower, and I even sucked his cock some more, but he was spent, and I was too. We just spent the rest of the night drinking beer and acting like two buddies…who just fucked each other that is. Man, if his sister only knew!

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‘You mustn’t be sad.’

Rory said these words to me in that strangely soft drawl of his; the one that came only when he was comforting me. It sounded kind of like something that floated out of an old Merchant and Ivory movie. He ran his hand soothingly along the back of my bowed head and settled himself on the wing of an overstuffed armchair in my family sitting room. There was a crack and a spit from the fire burning in the fireplace and wind-blown rain lashed against the windows.

‘You mustn’t be angry,’ he whispered in a voice that sounded like a strange kind of love-child between a command and an entreaty. ‘Sebastian?’

‘How can you tell me not to be angry?’ I asked quietly, into my clenched hands.

‘Sebastian, he doesn’t matter. You mustn’t let it bother you.’

I glanced up at him; my face was, I’m pretty sure, a mixture of incredulity and rage. ‘He was fucking terrible to you! He was bullying you. I mean, that’s what it fucking is! And it’s my…’

‘It’s not your fault,’ he continued, in the same kind of calmness that was so rare in him. It was strangely hypnotic. His voice had acquired a lilting cadence. Maybe you only hear it if you’re in love with someone, like I was with him. But I do think impartially that when he was completely centered and completely focused, anyone could have noticed that he did manage to have this soothing sound to his voice. He kept stroking my head and gazing down at me with warm, swimming eyes. Kind of like the ones you see in an old statue of a Catholic saint.

‘Sebastian, listen to me: it’s not your fault. It happened. I was upset. Of course I was. But it happened and it’s no-one’s fault. No-one’s fault but his. He’s always hated me; long before you. I’m sorry if that dents your ego.’ He was smiling, gently, as he said it, as if we were suddenly and magically prepared to start joking about the whole thing. But I wasn’t prepared to concede the point.

‘Without me, he never would have said anything. He never would have done any of this, Rory.’

‘You mustn’t do anything stupid. You mustn’t demean yourself, or you and I, us, by responding to it. He wants your acknowledgement; you shouldn’t give it to him. Don’t even be angry at him.’

‘And what about you?’ I said, into my hands again. ‘Should I be angry at you?’

His hand stopped stroking my head and instead the third finger of his right hand traced little lines in the back of my skull. He didn’t speak for about twenty seconds and I let him wait it out. ‘Yes,’ he conceded, after a moment. ‘Perhaps.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me when it started?’

He hesitated. And began stroking my hair again, absent-mindedly. ‘I don’t know,’ he admitted. He sounded far-off. ‘I was worried you might get angry.’

‘Promise me that’s why.’

I looked up at him and I saw shock flicker across his face at the fact that there were now tears in my eyes. He’d never seen that in me before. But even in a state of shock, Rory was a master of emotional improvisation; within a second, his face had returned to the kind of beatific neutrality he’d shown earlier. His face implied that this whole argument was an abstract problem; that it was nothing to do with him. That it neither affected him, nor applied to him. That it was all to do with me and he simply cared about it because he cared about me. I wondered if that was his way of coping with it.

‘Rory,’ I repeated, ‘please, tell me. Is that honestly why?’

‘Yes,’ he lied. ‘Of course.’

‘Not of course,’ I snapped, getting up from the seat and walking over to the window ledge, which I leant against. ‘Not fucking of course. Did you lie to me because you thought I might agree with him?’

‘I didn’t lie,’ Rory reasoned. I looked at him scornfully – when they’re in the wrong, people usually leap on the semantics and argue about them instead of arguing about the real stuff. ‘Sebastian, I did not lie,’ he repeated.

‘Every time I’ve asked you if you were okay and you’ve answered yes, you’ve been lying,’ I shot back. I wasn’t letting this one drop. The more I thought about it, the more furious I was at him. ‘Do you not trust me?’

‘Of course I trust you!’ he replied. It was quick; instantaneous. Sincere. ‘Of course, I do. Sebastian, how could you even ask me that? You’re blowing this completely out of proportion.’

‘How many times has it made you cry? How many times did you get a message from him when we were together?’

He walked towards me. He was holding his calm. ‘I don’t want people to know what he’s said,’ he reasoned. Still talking to me in the tone you might use to a nervous colt. ‘I don’t want this to become a thing in school. Please, Sebastian.’

‘Because you think people will agree with him? Like you thought I might agree with him?’

His arms snaked softly round my waist, but I didn’t respond. ‘Sebastian. Can’t we just forget this? Please?’

I pushed him off me, gently but firmly. ‘No,’ I answered. ‘We can’t, because you can’t. And until you admit that you didn’t trust alsancak escort me to have your back in all this, I don’t want to hang out with you.’

He stepped back, stunned. Like I’d hit him. ‘Seriously?’

‘Seriously,’ I replied, coldly. ‘I have worked so hard to get your trust. I have not once lied to you, betrayed you, left you hanging; I have done everything to make you feel good about yourself and to make this something where we trust each other. Any problem I had, I’d come to you: especially if it was a serious one …’

‘This wasn’t ser-‘

‘Don’t fucking lie to me, Rory! Of course it’s serious. It’s… I feel like all the love and all the nice things haven’t worked with you. Or they’ve only worked so far. I want this to work, but if I think you’re hiding things from me – things that affect us both and that you should fucking let me help you with – then it’s not going to work. Is it?’

‘Are you breaking up with me?’ His voice cracked.

‘Don’t be retarded,’ I sighed. I saw relief shoot through every fiber of his body. ‘I’m just mad at you and you should have told me.’

‘So you don’t feel like hanging out now?’

‘No,’ I admitted. ‘Not right now, Rory.’

‘I’ll go then,’ he said, neutrally.

‘I’ll give you a lift home.’

‘I have an umbrella; thank you for the offer, though,’ he said, with exquisitely detached manners. ‘I’ll see you in school on Monday, Sebastian.’

I nodded and didn’t look at him as he left. A few moments later, once he’d found his coat and gloves, he stepped out into the rain. And I glanced out the window as he walked away, a tall, willowy figure beneath a black umbrella. Left alone, I let a couple of tears of frustration out and then puffed out my cheeks. I sat on the sofa and gazed into the fire; he’d left me alone, like I’d wanted, with my annoyance, my confusion and my rage.

*

Rory and I had been dating for just shy of eight weeks when that fight – the first real fight – happened between us. I’d been right when I said there’d be more things to learn about each other. More layers were added, imperceptibly, piece by piece, as we grew closer. Part of this was finding out the standard little quirks of our interests; facts, factoids, whatever. The vital statistics, if you like. We knew each other’s favorite books (‘Brideshead Revisited’ and ‘The Pursuit of Love’ for him; ‘This Thing of Darkness’ for me), favorite movies, colors, TV shows, first memories, etc. But there were also other things we got to know about each other or came to be able to guess: ticks and quirks. His aversion to needlessly-open doors; my hatred of toast sweat, etc. What he was thinking when the right hand corner of his bottom lip turned slightly downwards, as he bit on it in apparent thoughtfulness. How I tapped my leg when I was feeling increasingly horny. All of it, bit by bit, we came to recognize and we grew closer. We had still not slept together, fully, although the oral sex we’d progressed to – unexpectedly – that night at his house, had become a pretty regular occurrence.

There had been a period, though, of about two weeks, immediately preceding our first fight, when I could feel Rory beginning to recoil from me again. Of flinching, again, when I touched him. Like all of his conscious physical movements, the flinches were subtle – almost unnoticeable to anyone who wasn’t intimately aware of why he was doing them and when. Three days before the fight itself broke, I’d been aware of a momentary spasm – a light fluttering of discomfort – when I’d put my hand on his shoulder as I walked up behind him in the school corridors. At first, I thought it was because he didn’t know who it was, but even when he saw it was me, the tenseness remained. I actually saw him exhale, slightly, with relief when I let go of him. Which wasn’t a great feeling for me.

I’d made-up my mind to talk to him that night, or at the weekend, when events sort of overtook me. Us. I knew that something had happened when I caught Rory’s best friend, Robbie, staring off into the distance. Robbie is as bad at hiding his facial expressions as Rory is good at it. He looked lost in thought and those thoughts were clearly angry ones.

‘Dude, what’s up?’ I asked him at Friday lunch-time. It had been one of this piss-annoying Fridays, when everything had seemed to drag. But I guess if you pick Physics for A-Level, like I did, then you deserved all the misery that came your way.

‘Nothing,’ he answered, unconvincingly. ‘Nothing, bro. Just thinking about homework.’ But I saw his eyes glance over quickly at the table where Rory was sitting with the four girls. To me, Rory looked fine. He was listening to a story that his friend Claudia was telling and laughing along at it. He added some aside to the story and the rest of the girls burst out laughing. Claudia swatted him playfully. No doubt the story was amoral to a level that the cast of ‘Heathers’ would probably find shocking, but they seemed happy. Rory seemed to be quite clearly enjoying himself. altıeylül escort But Robbie had looked over at him and I’d noticed the change in his behavior when he did. I wasn’t going to put Robbie in a difficult position, especially in front of the rest of the guys, but I had a hunch that something had happened with Rory and that Robbie both knew about it and was worried about it. Maybe it was just something that had gone wrong in their friendship, but a tiny part of me – okay, quite a large part of me – felt that twang of jealousy when you realize that the best friend probably knows something before the boyfriend does.

I looked over at Rory. He was focused entirely on his clique and the rest of Claudia’s story. For the entirety of that lunch time, he did not once look up from their table. From their hermetically-sealed little world. Usually, he’d briefly scan the cafeteria for the sign of anything interesting going on; i.e. gossip. Today, there was nothing. He had locked himself into that group. As if he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, see anything outside it.

*

That evening, I sat on the chair in Rory’s room, while he fluttered around in the closet next door. He kept popping in and out to make sure that I was entertained. He’d taken about forty-five minutes to get ready and he’d finally picked the very nice but pretty unimaginative option of a speckled-grey cashmere sweater, dark jeans and a thick, dark tan belt. His hair bounced slightly in the preppy perfection that he seemed to achieve so effortlessly. Seemed, being the operative word, obviously.

‘Rory, could this possibly have taken any longer?’ I groaned.

He spun round the door-frame, holding onto it and smiling a taunting, flirty smile. He seemed upbeat and jovial; excited, relieved, happy. ‘Don’t you want me to look pretty?’

‘If I wanted that, you’d be taking clothes off, not putting them on.’

He rolled his eyes and I laughed. He spun back inside the closet and kept talking to me about the restaurant we were going to for dinner that night. It was quite pricey, but we were splitting the bill. At his insistence. And it was nice to go somewhere proper for once. It was a like a very different type of first date. With my boyfriend. I smiled; the word still made me smile.

From the table next to me, a text beep came through. I reached instinctively for it, thinking that it was mine. It wasn’t. It was Rory’s and I only realized that when it was in my hand and I saw the words “JOSHUA PETERLY” on the sender ID. I wish for my honor’s sake I could tell you that I hesitated before invading Rory’s privacy and opening the message. But I didn’t. There was not one tiny qualm or heartbeat of indecision. Every instinct in my body distrusted the fact that Josh was texting Rory. I clicked and the message opened.

SAW YOU EATING IN THE CAFETERIA TODAY. TROUGH UNAVAILABLE?

A leaden feeling settled in my stomach, as I scrolled up. There were fifteen messages from Joshua, with only one or two replies from Rory. Rory had stopped responding about ten messages ago; I glanced at the dates and times – they’d been arriving intermittently, on average about one or two per day, with one or two exceptions, for the last ten or so days.

JOSHUA PETERLY – JUST SO YOU KNOW, IT WAS PATHETIC THE WAY YOU AND SEB WERE ALL OVER EACH OTHER IN SCHOOL TODAY. PEOPLE WERE LAUGHING AT YOU.

RORY – THANKS FOR THE HEADS-UP, JOSHUA. HOWEVER, IF I WANT DATING ADVICE FROM SOMEONE WITH YOUR MENTAL STABILITY, I’LL GO READ A BIOGRAPHY OF HENRY VIII.

JOSHUA PETERLY – TAKE IT HE STILL HASN’T FUCKED YOU YET, THEN?

JOSHUA PETERLY – HAHA. THOUGHT NOT.

RORY – I’VE NO IDEA WHY THAT’S ANY BUSINESS OF YOURS, JOSHUA. PLEASE STOP CONTACTING ME. MY GAG REFLEX ISN’T WHAT IT SHOULD BE.

JOSHUA PETERLY – THAT’S A SHAME, BECAUSE YOU COULD DO WITH VOMITTING SOME OF THOSE CALORIES UP.

JOSHUA PETERLY – IS SEBASTIAN A CHUBBY CHASER?

JOSHUA PETERLY – CHECK YOUR FACEBOOK MAIL.

JOSHUA PETERLY – HE MAY HAVE PICKED ME OVER YOU, BUT BELIEVE ME, IF UR WHAT HIS TASTE IS, I’M GLAD HE DIDN’T PICK ME.

RORY – I HIGHLY DOUBT THAT, JOSHUA. PLEASE GO AWAY.

JOSHUA PETERLY – YOU TRY AND PRETEND LIKE UR SO CLEVER AND ABOVE PEOPLE, RORY. BUT REALLY YOU’RE JUST A FAT SLUT WHO WANTS SOME JOCK COCK. UR PATHETIC.

JOSHUA PETERLY – CHECK YOUR FACEBOOK MAIL.

JOSHUA PETERLY – IS IT TRUE UR BOYFRIEND DOESN’T SIT WITH YOU AT LUNCH BECAUSE HE’S EMBARRASSED OF THE WAY YOU EAT?

JOSHUA PETERLY – YOUR HAIR LOOKED SHIT 2DAY, BTW.

JOSHUA PETERLY – YOU’VE GOT MAIL, FAT BOY.

JOSHUA PETERLY – HALF OUR YEAR SECRETLY HATES YOU. JUST SO YOU KNOW. THEY THINK UR STUCK UP, ARROGANT AND A TOTAL FAKE. THEY ALSO THINK SEBASTIAN CARSON’S ONLY DATING YOU BECAUSE HE FEELS SORRY FOR YOU.

JOSHUA PETERLY – YOU WON’T BE SO SMUG WHEN YOU SEE WHAT YOU’VE GOT IN YOUR MAIL BOX ON FB. DON’T BE EXCITED. IT’S NOT A SANDWICH.

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I wish I could describe to you what that rage felt like. But I’m not good enough with words or written communication. I’ve got some game, but nothing to adequately capture what that anger was like. Had Josh said all of those things to me, I could not possibly have been more upset than I was right then. There was a dull, thudding, ringing in my ears. How could he do this and how could Rory have kept it from me? All traces of the good humor that usually counter-balanced Rory’s vanished. I wasn’t in the mood to joke around. Every muscle from my neck to my legs was twitching. I felt like I wanted to kill someone. I was livid. I’d never, ever felt like this before. Rory’s continued stream of inane conversation from the closet next door sounded muffled – for a million dollars, I couldn’t have told you what he’d been saying for the last five minutes.

Finally noticing that something was wrong, Rory stepped gracefully into the room with a questioning look on his face: ‘Sebastian?’ he asked. ‘Are you sure you want to drive or would you rather get a taxi and have something to drink?’

‘Open your Facebook,’ I said.

He knew, instantly, what was wrong. He was quick. A rapid-fire mind of unerring social precision. ‘Pardon?’ he asked, playing for time. He used the two seconds the question bought him to silently scan the room with his eyes. He saw his phone, sitting in front of me on the coffee table. The screen was illuminated; showing it had recently been used. He swallowed. I could see his building panic, but I didn’t care. I looked at him; my eyes blazing. I was angry at him, too.

‘Rory. Open your Facebook.’

‘Why?’

‘Don’t play dumb.’

‘No,’ he answered, defiantly. But his voice had gone up at the end; it had wavered. He was visibly panicking. Visibly stalling. Well, he could try anything he liked, pull any trick he wanted; I was getting on that Facebook.

‘Open it!’ I growled. I couldn’t yell at him; his mom was downstairs. ‘Open it, now.’

‘It’s none of your business, Sebastian.’

I lost it. I picked up his phone and threw it at him. I shouldn’t have done that. It was a Naomi Campbell moment that I apologized for later. But I was pissed. ‘Open the fucking Facebook, Rory, or I am walking out of here and I am not coming back!’

That did it. He started walking towards the laptop. As he walked across the thick grey carpet of his bedroom, his mind had already leapt ahead of the next move. Like a master chess player, Rory had already conceded that he was going to have to show me whatever Joshua had sent him on Facebook and he was planning a speech to minimize the damage. His body was already trying to send me the message, subtly through its changed posture and unhurried speed, that I was overacting; that this was nothing. That it, like Joshua Peterly himself, was trivial. It was a performance that, like most of Rory’s, was masterful to everyone but me. Hell, even I could concede it was masterful. It just wasn’t convincing.

He opened his laptop and logged into his Facebook account, with brisk efficiency. Like there was no earthly reason why he’d hesitate. Why would he? After all, this was fucking trivial: right? I came up and stood behind his seat, leaning down over his shoulder and placing my right hand on the side of his laptop. I used it to click into his private messages and check to see what Josh had sent him. A couple were pictures of generic fat kid memes, others were of animals like blue whales or manatees; but by far the worst were the two taken on a camera phone of Rory opening his mouth to eat his lunch in school. The word ‘Oink’ was written across one in the bloc white capitals of a meme and ‘Hahahahahahaha’ was typed underneath it, in the body of the message, by Joshua.

‘Don’t,’ he whispered.

I didn’t. I didn’t know what to say. Poor, poor Rory. The anger suddenly left me and I was just desperately, desperately sad. My poor boyfriend. My boyfriend, who was, after all, only getting this shit because of some dumb twink I’d been casually hooking up with before Rory and I got together. I’d brought Josh’s crazy into Rory’s life – and now, he was being bullied by it. It was strange, if not downright fucking bizarre, to think of anyone like Rory being bullied by anyone like Joshua. Someone so beneath him in intellect, but, there it was. In black, white and meme. On his cell, on his Facebook, in his head. Unquestionably: in his head.

I didn’t rest my head against his. I couldn’t. I couldn’t cuddle him or comfort him. He’d sat on this, for nearly two weeks. He’d let Josh win. He’d kept me out. And as selfish as it sounds, and as egotistically awful as you probably think it was, I was hurt. I loved him. I’d never loved anyone before. Not in the romantic way. Not in the way I loved him. And I’d always thought love was the bit that made you let people in during the shit bits of your life; not just the good bits. But when the shit bits had come, Rory had kept me out. He’d openly lied to me; every time I’d asked him if he was okay. He’d lied. He’d allowed what Josh was saying to infiltrate our relationship and by not telling me, he’d implicitly told me that telling me would add to his burdens, not ease them. And that hurt. More than I’d expected, to be honest.