The phone rang and I said, “Hello.”

“Is this Jonah Carter?”

“This is.”

“My name is Cody Fennec. I heard you are looking for a housekeeper.”

“I am.” I said hesitantly. I’d tried to hire houseboys in the past but that usually turned into a disaster. Many of the houseboys turned out to be criminals stealing money or selling drugs. Of those that weren’t criminal, they were lazy, spoiled brats that treated me more like a sugar daddy instead of acting like a houseboy. They treated me like it was the highlight of my day to give money to strangers for nothing in return and no I do not mean that I expected sex in return. What I mean is that sometimes, they didn’t even say hello. They’d knock on the door and I’d open it to find them silently standing there with a hand up waiting for money. One even got mad at me for slamming the door in his face and I had to get a restraining order.

Cody continued, “I’m currently going to college and I need a job with flexible hours. Is that okay with you?”

“I don’t want you just showing up whenever you feel like it but yes, I am willing to work with your schedule.”

Cody said, “Good. I heard you also pay thirty dollars an hour. That’s a lot for housekeeping.”

“I expect more than just housekeeping. Thirty dollars is the base pay and I’m willing to pay even more if you go above and beyond my expectations. You do know that this is a houseboy position, right.”

Cody said, “Listen, I’m from farm country and not familiar with all your fancy city words. Jeremy told me that a houseboy was just a person who did the cooking and the cleaning.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Would you be talking about Jeremy Whitaker?”

Cody said, “Yea, he’s in the frat I’m pledging.”

It took a while for me to compose myself from the fits of giggles I was having. Jeremy had been the nicest of the guys who tried to be my houseboy but he too was a lazy, spoiled brat.

Cody asked, “Are you laughing at me, sir?”

In between giggles I said, “No, I’m not laughing at you. You might just be exactly what I’m looking for. But I do need you to understand what’s expected of you. It’s not just cooking and cleaning. There really is no limit to what I might ask you to do. As an example, I have time to interview you now and see how you would do as a houseboy so let me give you your first task. I will place an order at the Mediterranean Hills Restaurant. All you have to do is stop by, pick it up and deliver it to me and then we can both eat while I interview you. You’ll earn your first thirty dollars just by delivering food and letting me interview you. How’s that sound?”

“That sounds great.”

So after giving him further instructions on how to find my place, we ended the phone call. Then I wondered about what to wear. I didn’t want to wear anything too obvious that might frighten the naive boy off but I didn’t want to wear anything that would be hard to remove if it felt right to remove it. I settled on a tank top, thongs on my feet, and some running shorts with a slit up the side but no underwear of course.

I tried to tidy up a bit but it didn’t take long before I heard the doorbell. I opened the door to let Cody in.

He wore a genuine cowboy hat and I don’t mean the kind of hat Hollywood cowboys wear. His hat looked cheap and beaten up as if he’d worn it for years back on the farm.

He was a ginger with messy hair and freckles. He had silvery blue eyes. He had the build of someone who was used to doing labor. He was just a little shorter than me but then again, I’m tall and almost everyone is shorter than me.

He wore a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned cowboy shirt over that, blue jeans with a giant belt buckle, and worn out sneakers. I refrained myself.

He set the food on the table and started setting the table. I hadn’t asked him to do that yet. I was liking this houseboy already.

As he worked, I learned a little more about where he came from and why he was in college. It was clear that he was very intelligent but he was struggling in college because his rural high school had failed to give him a proper education. He struggled especially with history and science. He also never had a computer before. I felt more and more compelled to take him under my wing, to protect him from the dangers of the internet but to also mentor him and help him catch up with his lack of education.

Then I started the interview. “I have a swimming pool and a fireplace. Have you ever cleaned either before.”

“No, sir. We’d always just go swimming in the quarry and our home had electric heat.”

“Well one of the things that I insist upon is that if you don’t know how to do something, don’t do it. I would bursa merkez escort rather have you wait for instructions or ask questions instead of trying to do a job you don’t know how to do and making a big mess of it. I will be very happy to give you hands on instruction on how to clean the pool or the fireplace or how to do any other job you don’t know how to do. I do expect you though to learn how to do things so I can have you clean the pool, clean the fireplace, wash the car, change the oil, maintain the garden, and all kinds of other jobs. What do you think so far?”

“Sounds reasonable to me. I do already know how to do some car maintenance and gardening.”

“Glad to hear that. Now many of these jobs are messy jobs. I don’t want you to ruin your clothes.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll only wear old clothes that I don’t care about anyway.”

“That’s not good enough. You will have to wear some protective clothing like garden gloves but I insist you avoid damaging any clothes that you don’t absolutely need. I don’t even want you ruining your old clothes that you don’t care about. I insist that you wear as little as you absolutely need.”

“Don’t you think the neighbors might complain?”

“I have a privacy fence and also this neighborhood doesn’t really care.”

“Well as long as everyone is okay with it, I don’t mind working shirtless.”

I grinned. Before I pushed any further though, I needed to know more about where Cody was coming from.

“So tell me a little more about Starwood. Is it a religious community with a heavy emphasis on modesty?”

“I don’t know. I’d say it’s pretty normal. We’re not a bunch of prudes that insist everyone wear their Sunday best all the time but we don’t have any queers running around either.”

“Have you seen any queers since you came to college?”

“Not really. I’ve seen a few but I grew up hearing stories that made me expect to see queers everywhere but they really aren’t everywhere.”

Cody obviously didn’t know what a queer looked like.

“Would you be okay hanging out with a queer?”

“Absolutely not. Sodomy is a sin and they’re all going to Hell.”

That let me know I needed to move slowly. I couldn’t introduce Cody to any of my queer friends right away.

“So what did you like to do after church?”

“Oh I never go to church. I don’t believe any of that stuff. I’m a scientist and only believe what can be proven scientifically.”

What a paradox, an Atheist who believes that queer people are going to Hell. Then again, it just reinforced the fact that Cody was an intelligent but uneducated man. He just needed a good education.

“So what do you usually do no Sundays?”

“My buddies and I would often go down to the quarry to swim.”

“What kind of swim suits did you wear?”

“Well, because there were girls there, we had to wear something but we weren’t going to waste our money on anything fancy. I had an old pair of jeans that I cut the legs off and I swam in that. I also started wearing underwear after that time my ding-a-ling managed to poke its head out the leg of my shorts.”

“How short were your shorts.”

“Oh, I cut them off here.” He scooted his chair back and practically pointed straight at his own cock. If he had cut his jean shorts that short, they barely covered him better than if he had just worn tighty whities. I about spit my juice on the table.

“Would you ever try skinny-dipping?”

“As long as there were no women around.”

“What about your buddies? Would you ever try skinny-dipping with your buddies.”

“If the opportunity came up, sure, I’d try it.”

“How about we move this interview to the pool and you can give skinny-dipping a try.”

“Sure.”

I couldn’t believe how easy this was going. Cody was turning into a dream come true. We got out to the pool and I told Cody which chair he could leave his clothes in. He stripped at a reasonable pace, neither rushing to get naked nor teasing me with a long, drawn-out tease. He just casually removed everything while facing the chair.

His backside was muscular. His ass was round and firm. Then he turned around and I saw his cock. It hung long and his foreskin tapered nicely. He was a bit hairier than I preferred and I wondered if I could get him to trim his hair but that would have to be later.

I kicked the thongs off my feet but otherwise stayed clothed. Cody didn’t seem to mind. He dove in and swam around a bit. I sat on the edge of the pool soaking my feet. Then he swam and put his arms on my lap and rested his head on his arms. He looked up at me and asked, “What other questions you got?”

“You’re bursa yabancı escort pledging a fraternity, right? Has their been any initiation yet?”

“No, I’ve told them of my interest but no one has contacted me yet.”

“What do you expect will happen?”

“My dad said that it would mostly be drinking games.”

That was true. Despite all the urban legends, nearly all colleges just had drinking games as initiations. The crackdowns on initiations were nearly always about a pledges dying from drinking too much alcohol too fast. There might also be some streaking or some paddling but there was never anything like what was told in stories. But Cody didn’t know that.

“Ever hear of an elephant walk?”

“No.”

“An elephant walk is when they line up all the pledges naked. Then you have to reach between the legs of the guy in front of you and hold his cock while the guy behind you reaches between your legs and holds your cock. Then, maintaining your hold, your line walks around a bit.”

“Would I be required to do that?”

“I don’t know. You might want to ask what kind of activities they have planned. Would you be okay if they did require that.”

Cody thought for a moment and said, “As long as it wasn’t in front of women. It would be sinful to let women see me naked.”

This was too good to be true. I wondered if he was playing me, saying and doing all the right things to get past my defenses.

“You wouldn’t have any problem letting a guy touch your cock?”

“It would be like when I had my last physical and the doctor examined my balls.”

“You wouldn’t be afraid of getting an erection with a guy’s hand on your cock?”

“I got an erection when the doctor examined my balls. The doctor told me it was perfectly normal. Do you have a problem letting another guy touch your cock?”

“No, not really.”

Cody reached up the leg of my shorts and pulled my cock out. The shock made me instantly hard and my cock stood straight up. Cody just stayed where he was looking at it.

“You gotta be more careful. Guys get in trouble when they are caught looking at other guys cocks.”

“Really? Back in Starwood, we’d check each other out all the time. We were always comparing ourselves to each other asking if we were growing normally or not.”

“Well, that’s not how it is around here. Some guys won’t mind but some will get really angry.”

“Why?”

“Uh…” I couldn’t think of an answer. “Just watch out for the really tough guys, the guys who act like they have to prove how masculine they are. They’re just insecure enough to get angry over nothing.”

I sat there for a bit wondering what to say or do next. Cody just kept looking at my cock. Then he pointed at my balls and asked, “What is that?”

“What is what?”

He lifted my balls and said, “This. What is this?”

“How much do you know about sex?”

“I was always told that I’m too young to know about sex.”

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“And your parents still think you’re too young?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Didn’t you watch the other farm animals get it on?”

“We had a wheat farm, sir.”

“Alright, let’s go over there.” I led him to a different part of the pool and had him sit on the edge. Then I took off my clothes and got in the pool in front of him. I began to teach him about sex. As I held each part, he stayed fully erect.

“This is your scrotum and these things inside are testicles also called balls. They are little factories that produce sperm.”

“What is sperm?”

“Ever have white stuff come out of your cock?”

“Yea, it feels really good.”

“That white stuff is a mixture of sperm and other things your body produces when you have sex. The sperm travels from your balls through tubes that go into your body mixing the sperm with these other things before coming out your cock.”

“And that is sex? That’s how I get pregnant?”

“No. You also need a woman. You cannot get pregnant but you can cause a woman to become pregnant by sticking your cock inside her vagina when you cum?”

“Come?”

“When white stuff comes out your cock.”

“So if I come inside her, what did you call it?”

“Vagina.”

“What’s a vagina.”

That’s when I got a devilish idea.

“A vagina is a hole that women have. Lift your legs up.” I helped him lift his legs until I could see his anus. It was so small, I could barely see it, just a shadowy spot in a shadowy canyon. “That is your vagina. The only difference is that a woman’s vagina can get pregnant and yours cannot.”

“Does she enjoy having a cock inside of her?”

“If it’s bursa sınırsız escort done correctly. Too many guys are too aggressive about it, especially if they didn’t get any sex education growing up, like you. They mistakenly think that women want cocks shoved into them like jackhammers. But if it’s done lovingly, women do enjoy having cocks inside themselves.”

“Show me.”

“What was that?”

“I don’t understand how women can enjoy having cocks inside them. Please show me that they enjoy it.”

I said, “Wait right here. I’ll be right back.” I went inside and got some lube and a contract. I came back and told him, “The first time is always the worst. Your hole needs to be stretched before you can start really enjoying it. Are you sure you want to experience it?”

“Yea.”

“Would you sign a contract stating so, so that everyone knows you consented?”

“Yea.”

I wrote up a quick contract and he signed it. Then I put lube around his hole.

“Awesome.”

Then I lined my cock up continuing to look at his face to make sure he was okay. He kept smiling.

“It will feel better if you push out while I’m going in. Understand?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Then I pushed in a little. He screamed and started breathing hard.

“Want me to take it out?”

“No, no. just stay right there for a bit.”

I watched his face as he worked through the agony and started to smile again.

“Okay. I just need to be stretched some more. I’m ready for more.”

I pushed in a little more. He made some more noise but not as much as that first push. Then he’d smile at me again and I’d push in a little more. We kept repeating this cycle until I was completely inside him. Then he kissed me.

We started making out with my cock still buried deep inside him. We kissed and I taught him how to kiss with his tongue and we had our hands all over each other. Then I began slowly pistoning inside him. Although I saw traces of distress in his face, he kept smiling and making out with me.

Then, as happens when men get close to cumming, I stopped kissing him. I was too caught up to think anymore as arousal took over. But Cody just leaned back watching me. He stopped smiling but he didn’t resist or withdraw either. His face was more like the face of someone curious and eager to learn.

Then I reached orgasm. I buried myself deep inside Cody and froze.

After a moment, Cody asked me, “Are you alright?”

“Couldn’t be better. Why?”

“I’ve never seen anyone make a face like that before. I didn’t know what that face meant.”

I began to relax and I looked down Cody’s body. He had also orgasmed. He had shot cum all over his chest and face and he had some in his hair. His skin was flushed and pale at the same time and he was covered in sweat. He had that sleepy, dreamy look in his eyes but he smiled at me. I kissed him and we started making out as my cock relaxed and withdrew from inside him.

We helped each other to the bedroom where we both fell into a nap, arm in arm.

“And that is sex. Are you my boyfriend now?”

“No, I’m no queer.”

“What do you think a queer is?”

“Someone who lies with man as with a woman.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know. Nobody ever told me how to lie with a woman. I just figure that queers must be those weirdos that can’t tell the difference between men and women.”

I thought about that while we napped. After the nap, we showered together. We wound up getting hard again as we washed each other and we had another set of orgasms that we had to clean off each other and of course we kept kissing and making love the whole time.

After we dried off and dressed, Cody asked, “So did I get the job?”

“Absolutely. So here is how it will go. Whenever you come over to work, you will strip off everything that you don’t need for the job and I mean everything. Also, If I decide to touch you, you’ll continue working letting me touch you however I want. If i ask for anything more, you may say no but I’ll pay you more if you say yes. Do we have a deal?”

“We have a deal.”

We filled out the paperwork and set up his first payment. I told him about the background check that could get completed in three days.

“I can come over Saturday and work the whole day if you want.”

“Sounds good to me. 9:00 am?”

“9:00 am. I can’t wait to tell people I finally had sex.”

I instinctively grabbed him in a protective hug. “I don’t think you should do that. There are some people who would get mad at you and try to hurt you.”

“I just want to tell Jeremy.”

“I know Jeremy. I wouldn’t trust him if I were you. He probably sent you to me expecting that we would wind up hurting each other. I especially don’t think you should tell Jeremy.”

I didn’t want the interview to end but he had to go back to college. I worried about him. I even offered to let him stay at my place but he refused. He said my place wasn’t close enough to campus. After he walked to the nearest bus stop, I thought about what other ways I could help him out.

I thought to myself if it wasn’t certain after my first two gay sexual experiences it was now for sure. The way I was able to accept that massively wide cock and make him cum a few times was proof I really was a submissive slut. My first two gay lovers were both black guys and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

How did it take decades for me to start living my true life? I can’t worry about that now. I just want to please as many black guys as possible. And I was starting to feel very confident in both my cock pleasing skills and looks after how the first two guys made me feel. I needed more. I was constantly fantasizing now. When I would jerk on random video chat sites, as soon as a black guy came on my mouth would open, my legs would go up and my cock would stiffen harder.

I was no longer interested in fucking my wife and I don’t think she minded that at all. She had very close to zero sex drive anyway. But when I was in bed next to her, I was always trying to get her to fuck me with my toy. She would never strap it on, but it felt good when she would just hold it and fuck me. It was no way near as good as getting fucked for real by a super horny black guy but was better than nothing.

It was just a few days after Greg had come by and surprised me fucking me good and I couldn’t take it any longer. I was starting to get very risky ideas in my head like going to the local adult bookstore and blowing some random guy at the glory hole. With HIV and STDs, I knew that was not a good idea so I texted Malik that I would do anything to see him that day. Then sent him a pic of me naked on the floor doggie with my butt and legs and feet pointing at the camera.

Within seconds he replied with a pic of his hard cock. He said he was going to work me over good and that pic was the result of him seeing my pic.

My heart began beating faster and I texted back please baby when?

He responded now and included the address of a parking lot. He said he’d be there waiting in his car in 5 minutes. My hands were shaking a little from excitement as I replied, “on my way” and “thank you”. I was already walking to my car as I texted. I had been working from home and just left my computer on and completely forgot about work after getting his reply. I would deal with it later and now only had one thing on my mind. Getting fucked by this aggressive and sexy stud.

I felt lightheaded driving just thinking about him and how he liked to do it to me. He was a little rough and aggressive which I was so in the mood for. I couldn’t get there fast enough. When I arrived, I saw him parked in the corner far from the entrance door to the store. I parked a little bit away and walked over. He had a huge smile on his face and when I got inside his car, I saw he already had his cock out.

He grabbed my shirt pulling me close and we kissed. As our tongues swirled round and round in each other’s mouths, I began grabbing and tugging on his cock. It was rock hard pretty quick, and I was so ready for him to be inside me. We made out for a while, and he held me close and tight to him. I wanted to climb onto his cock so bad but couldn’t. Then he pushed my face down onto his cock. I gagged a little at first since it was unexpected. We were kissing passionately and suddenly he forcefully pushes my head all the way onto his cock. I almost didn’t get my mouth open quick enough. Like a true slut I was able to relax and let him face fuck me this way. He held my head with both of his large hands and drove it into my face and mouth. I loved what he was doing to me and the crazy sounds my mouth and throat were making because of it. It was super sloppy with my saliva leaking out all over his cock and my face. His hips were rising up as he thrust very hard. Every few thrusts he would really press my escort bayan head down onto it and sort of hold it down for a few seconds. I relaxed as best I could to accept him further down my throat. Then he would start thrusting fast in and out. Face fucking me and grunting as if he was using all of his might. I loved that wild aggression. I was able to start taking off my clothes when I could. It was hard since I needed to steady myself often. Soon I was naked except for my shirt. I pushed back to raise my head and he got a little pissed when I did and really forced my mouth down pressing so hard. He actually yelled at me asking what the fuck I thought I was doing. I was trying to ask if he would fuck me and not trying to get him to stop using my mouth. But I felt bad and used one of my hands to press his that were already pushing my head. As if to ask to press more which he did. His pubic hair was touching my nose, but I didn’t have all of his cock down my throat. I stuck out my tongue like I had been practicing with a large dildo, but he was just too long.

My eyes were tearing, and I was having trouble breathing at times, but I loved being used that way. I was kneeling on the passenger side seat during this and my now naked ass was up. The cool air felt sexy on my exposed hole. I reached back and slapped my ass real hard. He followed by slapping it too. Several times. Each time he did I let out a whimper or moan. He kept one hand controlling my head as he fucked my mouth and used the other to hit my ass very hard. Over and over, one cheek then the other. The slaps were so forceful they hurt but each one made me hornier for more.

Then his fingers started to press at my butthole. No lube on them yet, he just put pressure on it. Fuck that drove me wild and I wiggled my butt as if to try to get more pressure. I had a feeling he was going to cum soon the way his body was flinching and how he was breathing. I grabbed the little bit of the base of his cock that I couldn’t fit in my mouth and started sliding my hand in front of my mouth as he continued face fucking me good. He pulled my arm away as he exploded into my throat. Since he released his grip on my head, I was able to take the remaining spurts in my mouth. He came so much, and I gulped down every drop. I love the way he tasted and smelled. I also loved the loud grunts he made with each spurt that came out of him. So loud and wild sounding.

I sat back to catch my breath for a minute and took off my shirt. Now completely naked sitting in the car with others coming and going not too far away. I turned to face him and opened my legs. My back against the door now I started stroking looking into his eyes. He smiled as my feet went up. I held them high and wide and scooted my body lower on the seat, so my hole was exposed. He started talking dirty while I played with my cock, and I kissed and licked my knees and legs. I love kissing and licking myself when I jerk, and he said what a slut I looked like when I did it. He said white married horny guys like me are favorites of black guys. And asked if I cared if any of the black guys coming and going in the parking lot saw me. I shook my head no as I fell deeper into my lust. He grabbed my ankle to bring my foot near his face and started kissing my soles and toes as I jerked. I was feeling so sexy now. I pinched my nipples, kissed my knees some more as He kissed my feet, and I rubbed saliva on my cock pulling and rubbing it really hard. I reached down to touch my hole and he got mad and slapped it away. He said he owned my pussy and would decide when it got touched. He held both my ankles now as he both controlled my body moving me around and also kissing my feet and toes some more. The way he held my legs and moved them around as I played görükle escort felt really good. I loved being controlled and not being able to move as my body wanted. I scooted even lower in the seat, so my back was flat, and my hole was closer to him. My breathing was heavy now as my body flinched and twitched like it does as I get deep into a session. I started to whimper like a bitch when he started licking his fingers and I knew he would finally touch my hole. We were looking deep into each other’s eyes as I felt him start rubbing my pussy lips. I stopped touching my cock for a few seconds and just held my legs open for him. He slowly slid his thick finger into me, very slowly. My eyes closed as I enjoyed how it felt as his finger was all the way inside me now. He wiggled it at the base before slowly withdrawing it then plunging it back all the way in. My cock now rock hard as it always gets when guys work at my hole. His thumb was flicking at my balls as he was now forcefully finger fucking me. Now I’m hearing voices that seemed close by the car. It didn’t matter though since when I’m this deep in my lust I don’t care about anything other than the pleasure I’m feeling. My lover opened the car windows and the guys who were talking close by moved closer to watch us. I couldn’t see them due to my position but knew they could see by what they were saying and knew they were closer since I could hear them more clearly. It was getting me wild as my feet were flailing about and now, I felt two fingers banging into me. When the guys outside the car got very close and were watching just outside the door I started to cum, pumping stream after stream all over myself looking at one of them while Mallik continued fucking my hole with his fingers aggressively. I licked up the cum, scooping it off my body as he still was sliding fast in and out and the two older guys watched almost close enough to touch.

Then he stopped and withdrew his fingers as I let my legs fall and caught my breath for a few seconds. The guys who were watching had backed away some but where still talking close by. Malik made me lick his fingers that were just inside me butt to clean them good. I happily licked and sucked them good.

Then he got a text and said he needed to get going. He kissed me quickly, I got dressed and now had to walk back to my car with those guys who were watching still close by. When I opened the door to leave Malik kiddingly said maybe they would let me suck their cocks. I smiled and even though they were not standing near where I had parked, I walked to go by them. As I got close, I smiled at them and one of them asked if I liked sucking cock. I shook my head yes. They looked at one another and then back at me. One of them said follow us and led me to behind a building and next to a huge dumpster. The spot was out of view of others. I was so nervous and excited. They were both older, like late sixties or seventies. I always felt attracted to older guys like them and now my heart was beating so fast. It became clear when they both started to unzip their pants that they wanted me to blow them right there. I dropped to a squatting position between them as they opened their pants to free their cocks. I grabbed both, one in each hand and started pulling on them. One of them was soft and the other semi hard. I wet my hand to stroke the semi hard cock and started to suck the soft one. As did that I could already feel my cock starting to stiffen. It didn’t take long until both of them were hard. I began alternating back and forth sucking one of them for several minutes then the other. Still stroking the other while I did.

They both were nice and hairy, one was shorter and wider and the other thinner and longer with a big fat head on it. Their bursa escort bayan cocks and bush both smelled super sexy. I felt so wild doing this outside to two strangers. Here I am a married older dad sucking off two old guys outside in a neighborhood where I stood out as one of the only non-black people. I took off my shirt quickly, so I didn’t stop working them for more than a quick second and now was taking my shorts and sneakers off too. Now totally naked, outside sucking off two strangers had me hotter than hell. The cool air on my skin and hole felt amazing. I started working them over good, stroking and pulling hard and sucking harder on the other. I could tell the one guy was going to cum soon, so I took him deep into my throat and kept my face buried in his bush. When he started cumming I backed away a little and he came in my mouth. He didn’t cum a lot, but I licked up every drop. I could tell he really enjoyed it and it just got me hotter. As soon as I licked him clean my mouth was right back onto his friend. Sliding my fist up and down his cock while I sucked forcefully. As I did the guy who just came started telling me how sexy I was and that he liked my sexy tight ass, long legs and sexy feet. I was looking up at the guy I was blowing, and our eyes were locked together. I was so ready for another load and loved how he stared into my eyes while I attacked his cock. Even though I hadn’t touched my cock, squatting naked out in the open like that had me rock hard. I glanced over at the guy who came already, and he appeared to be taking pics of me on his phone. Wow this was hotter than hell now. My cock got even harder, and I felt even sluttier. I looked back up into his eyes and put his hands on the back of my head and pushed. He got the hint and began forcing my head onto his cock. I wanted him to know he could be a little rougher with me and it worked. He held my head steady and started face fucking me. I was impressed at his vigor and how long he was lasting. Saliva dripped all over me since I don’t swallow until guys came and I rubbed some onto my swollen cock and my butthole. I had to steady myself by holding his legs as he pounded into my mouth and throat. He was making me feel like such a whore and I loved that.

They guy taking pics was commenting on what a good cock sucker I was as his friend assaulted my mouth and throat with his cock. I felt so lucky to have found these guys and wanted to please them.

I love how when I’m having sex with a black guy nothing else seems to matter in that moment other than pleasing them in every way. I don’t think about my wife, kids or my work. Just the beauty of their black cocks and how I feel servicing them.

This guy had been fucking my mouth for a while and I continued to try and relax my jaw and accept him. Now he was really holding my head tightly and driving forcefully down my throat. He would jab it deep then pull out slowly then quickly jab it balls deep again. I held his hamstrings tight to steady myself and awaited his cum. My eyes were tearing, and I was gagging a little here and there, but I wanted more. After a few more minutes he started grunting and groaning really sexily and I just watched his face as he started to fill my mouth. This was amazing, getting my third load from a black cock in just the past hour. I really had become the cum and cock addicted faggot I had fantasized about being.

Once he was done with me, I started rubbing my cock with all of the saliva that had soaked me and I came pretty quickly as they took a few more pics with their phones while I did. I scooped up all of my cum with my fingers and licked them clean while they now seemed to be recording me. I didn’t care since they could have done anything to me at that time. I was in such a lust filled trance I could barely see clearly.

They both seemed very appreciative and were thankful and I gave them each a quick kiss and thanked them. I gave my contact info and told them to let me know anytime they wanted me and that they could bring friends next time too.

As I drove home, I savored how some of their cum lingered in my mouth and throat.

Wilson, my neighbor, backed his car into his parking space as I watched from the window. It wasn’t the same rusty Volkswagen he’d been driving for the entire time our family had lived in that townhouse. Wilson had a brand-new BMW. The black vehicle gleaming in the sunlight was clearly not the smallest model available, but a full-size SUV. It barely fits into the parking space.

Wilson leaned back with an arrogant expression on his face as the other men in the house approached the man’s penis extension one by one. Hendricks was kicking tires; he was sixty years old, a hothead, and he loathed children because he had never had any.

Wilson must have a small dick, Hendricks said, eyes still on the rims. “I mean, because he bought this,” Hendricks’ remarks were ignored by everyone, including Wilson.

Hendricks was the oldest of the six men in the backyard. Sam Crane was the youngest, with two children under 30, and the others were in between. I was in my fifties, and the rest of the people in the house were about the same age.

The backyards of the townhouses were long and narrow, and I had bought a rechargeable lawnmower that I occasionally lent to some of the neighbors. My neighbor Brian brought it up again while we were looking at the vehicle.

“Would you mind if I borrowed your lawn mower for a while?” Brian asked. “Our Tom is lazy, and neither he nor I feel like pushing an antique propeller.”

“When would you need it?” I asked.

“Whenever it suits you,”

I said, “Well, why don’t we go get it?”

I invited Brian in. My wife was making coffee and asked if the neighbor wanted a cup. We were relaxing in the backyard on a warm summer afternoon.

“My wife has tickets for a stadium concert this weekend. She has also booked a hotel room. But Joanna can’t go because she’s at the school’s pre-semester student assembly. I mean, would you let your wife go to the big city?

My wife overheard the conversation and was overjoyed. She immediately went to the neighbor’s house to make travel arrangements.

“This came at the perfect time because Sally is also cycling in the archipelago, which means I can be totally alone in the peace of my own company.” Sally was our daughter, 19 years old at the time.

“I have the same intentions; a short break from the family will do me good.” Brian chuckled.

The neighbor tucked the clippers under his arm and said he’d bring them back soon. My own lawn had just been mowed, so I said there was no rush.

The concert was on Saturday, but the ladies had been busy since Friday. I was sitting in an armchair watching sports on TV when my phone chirped to alert me to a message. It was a message from Brian and what I read was very confusing. It said:

– What’s up, Marty? My wife’s going away on Saturday, so I’ve got time for some fun. Would you like a taste of it? –

The message was accompanied by a photo of a rock-hard dick, and the background of the photo was clearly the neighbor’s living room. I immediately realized that Brian had accidentally sent me a message instead of Marty. There was an unexpected revelation about the neighbor’s man that he probably wouldn’t have come up with on his own.

The stiff dick in the picture wasn’t longer than average, but it was thick; the lady would have had every reason to be pleased. However, it was obvious that Brian also had desires in the opposite direction. I was curious how many times Marty had eaten Brian’s fatty flesh. For some reason, I felt a tingle in my stomach.

Saturday morning I took the women to the train station and picked up a case of beer from the supermarket. It was going to be a quieter evening than a quiet evening at home with beer and bench sports. I went out for pizza and jogged a few miles. I lay on the bed, surfed the internet on my phone, and took a little nap. At five o’clock I opened the beer and poured it into a glass.

I had just finished three beers when the doorbell rang.

“Hey, here’s your lawn mower. What I’m holding out here is just a handy machine,” Brian said.

I asked the young man after he put the mower in the little shed by the front door.

“Beer?” I asked.

“Not sure what my parents will think…”

“Don’t worry, I escort bayan won’t tell,” I said with a grin.

Soon we both had pints of ice-cold Frosty. I couldn’t help but think that Marty might have wanted to taste Brian’s meaty pole. Whoever that man might have been.

“So now that your parents are gone, you didn’t have any plans for the weekend?” I asked, curious to see what kind of answer I would get.

“Well, there weren’t really any big plans. A little fun with someone, but that didn’t happen.” Brian replied.

“A nice lady maybe? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Something like that, yes.”

“But not exactly?”

Brian seemed pensive. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and I could see he was checking his WhatsApp messages. But he remained silent.

We drank some beer and started to get a little tipsy. The thought of what Brian’s dick had looked like in the photo made me feel that old familiar tingle again. How would it look in real life? We had empty glasses again. Brian stood up and grabbed my beer.

“I’ll take care of this,” he said.

I said, “I might have something a little more spirited,” and followed him into the kitchen. I took the whiskey glasses out of the cupboard. I put them on the counter. “Grab a bottle from over there and fill our glasses. Two fingers.”

Brian grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and stood behind me. I was between the bar and the young man as he poured the golden yellow liquid into the glasses. If I didn’t know what I knew, I wouldn’t have paid any attention to the fact that I could feel him pressing himself against my bottom.

As Brian set the bottle down on the table, I pressed my ass against his hip and he put his hand on my shoulder. As crazy as it sounds, my cock started to harden. I turned around and our hips were facing each other. Brian made no attempt to escape.

“Cheers,” he toasted as he raised the glass to his lips. Brian would definitely notice that I already had a full hard-on.

“Cheers,” I said, moving my hips slightly against him. We were both wearing thin shorts, so I could feel the stiffness of Brian’s cock against my own. Brian licked his lips after taking another drink. We just stood there, staring at each other in silence.

“I accidentally sent the wrong number.” He said and I nodded. Brian reached over and ran his hand over my butt. Since we were both the same size, our noses almost touched.

He pulled me even closer. I drank the whiskey in one gulp and put the glass down behind me. I noticed Brian’s hand shaking as he tried to set the glass down on the table. The glass broke as it fell to the floor, but neither Brian nor I cared.

I made the decision to act on my own and do what we both clearly expected. Brian’s lips touched mine as I licked them wet. Our tongues touched as Brian opened his mouth.

“I sent the wrong number by mistake.” He said and I nodded. Brian reached over and ran his hand over my bottom. Since we were the same size, our noses almost touched.

He pulled me even closer. I drank the whiskey in one gulp and put the glass down behind me. I noticed Brian’s hand shaking as he tried to set the glass down on the table. The glass broke as it fell to the floor, but neither Brian nor I cared.

I made the decision to act on my own and do what we both clearly expected. Brian’s lips touched mine as I licked them wet. Our tongues met as Brian opened his mouth. Two guys sharing wet kisses. Sexy. Our hands traveled around each other’s bodies as we rotated our stiff organs, separated by thin fabric, against each other.

Brian grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion. I did the same to him, and our breasts met, and I heard my chest hairs crackle as they pressed against each other. In the yard next door, Sanderson and Randolph were discussing the upcoming football season. Little do they know what happened at my house.

I let go of Brian and turned him around. I nudged him from behind to move. He must have had some idea of what I was thinking because the trip ended in the bed I shared with my wife. We both lay on our sides facing each other and kissed passionately. Brian reached between my legs görükle escort and grasped the stiff pole with his hand.

“We have a very eager guy,” he said as he slid his hand under the rubber of my pants. I pushed myself up a little and Brian pulled them to my knees. I kicked them off, leaving me completely naked in the arms of my horny neighbor. I felt more passionate than ever as we licked each other all over. Then Brian took off his shorts and sat up. After he pulled me close, I was able to cross my legs over his waist and sit between his legs. Our cocks were touching and we could see each other’s fucking toys.

“Get on your side there,” I said and lay down on the bed. Brian turned to face me so that our cocks were conveniently in front of each other. The stiff dick in front of my face was pointing toward his navel, and the balls were tightly swollen.

The head of his dick glistened slimy and tantalizing in front of my face. I grabbed its base and felt my own being grabbed at the same time. I placed a kiss on the tip of Brian’s glans and he imitated me, leaving a sticky liquid on my lips that tasted a little salty, not really of any taste. I held the base of his dick like an ice cream cone and licked the swollen head. I swirled my tongue around it, occasionally licking along the shaft.

I felt the familiar sensation of my sensitive dick sinking between his lips. Brian used his tongue skillfully as he sucked me, and I marveled at how much more deliciously he did it than my wife. He began to steadily fuck my cock with his mouth, back and forth, sucking hard. God damn it felt good!

I began to suck and fuck his dick as well. We were sucking on each other and the smacking sounds filled the bedroom. The neighbor’s son spit my dick out of his mouth and said:

“I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time,” he said. “So many times I’ve cum on my bed, wanting a grown man.”

I was totally surprised because I hadn’t noticed such signs in him, he played the role of a decent neighbor perfectly. But now he got me, the man next door, and I was happy that it happened. Suddenly my cell phone on the nightstand rang. I had left it there after my nap.

“Are you going to answer it?” Brian asked as I grabbed the phone to see who was calling.

“It’s my wife,” I said.

“Oh fuck, you’re not going to answer that, are you? My parents are over there!”

“Well, hello, honey. How’s it going in the big city?” I asked, and as I did, Brian started licking my cock again. I moaned with pleasure, which made my wife ask me about it. “No, no, I’m fine, I just yawned,” I said. My wife was like a question mark on the phone. She told me about the trip and all they had seen and experienced. I listened intently and at the same time, I licked Brian’s cock and sucked it into my mouth.

“Oh, what sound? Oh, you mean smacking? I’m eating a banana.” It went down perfectly, little did the lady know there was a slightly more delicious banana in my mouth. “Kisses, honey, have fun.”

“Oh, Mary says hello to Brian.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll tell him if I see him.”

I hung up the phone and we laughed a little, naked in bed, giving each other pleasure, continuing to blow each other. My neighbor Shore was yelling something at Hendricks, their evening was very different.

I lifted my hand to Brian’s ass and pressed my finger between his buttocks. I rolled it over the opening and I could tell by the look on Brian’s face that he liked it. I moistened my finger with saliva and slowly pushed it in. I could tell he was close to orgasm so I stopped sucking and pulled my finger out.

I reached over and grabbed a tube of lube from the drawer. It had been left there from a couple of times my wife and I had tried butt sex.

I looked Brian straight in the eye with the tube in my hand and he nodded in agreement. I squeezed a generous amount of the thick, slippery gel onto my fingers and rubbed it between his buttocks. Then I pressed my finger to his asshole again and gently pushed it in. The hole was tight, but my finger moved easily in the well-lubricated hole. Then I pushed two fingers in, and that too was done with very little effort.

“Let me know bursa escort bayan if this makes you uncomfortable,” I said and then mumbled something in response with my cock in his mouth.

“Go for it, I’ve done this before and I’m not afraid of a little pain.”

With three fingers inside him, the young man began to moan, but clearly not from pain. I could tell he was indeed sexually experienced because he knew how to relax his ass just enough for me to fuck him with my fingers without any trouble.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked, pretty sure I knew what he was going to say. Let’s do it at your pace,” I said and lay on my back. I grabbed my stiff stick, squeezed the lube on the tip of my cock, and applied it all along the shaft. Eager hole was already lubricated with my fingers so he was ready to take me in.

Brian sat on top of me and I placed the tip of my cock in the opening. He began to sit up slowly and I felt my glans roll in, I lay with my eyes closed and mouth open enjoying his warm cave. His ass got used to my rigid tool and he took my cock up and down inside him, a little at a time, deeper and deeper. Soon I was completely inside him.

It was an incredible moment. A few hours ago we were sitting on the couch talking about this and that and now my thick swollen cock was all the way inside this eighteen-year-old young man. He started to ride me slowly, increasing the speed until the pace was steady and pleasurable. I took his cock in my hand and jerked him off, the hard rod was rock hard with slime glistening at the end.

“Lie down over there and put a pillow under your ass,” I rasped, my throat dry. He lay on his back and I put my wife’s pillow under his ass. I lowered myself on top of him, turned his ass a little more to get a better position, and pushed into him with one smooth thrust. I started to fuck in the missionary position with a steady thrust. We sucked and licked each other’s lips and tongues as my thick, meaty cock throbbed in his sweet ass. I could feel the lubricant dripping onto my wife’s pillow, but I didn’t care. Nothing would have made me take my dick out of that delicious ass.

Brian gasped in rhythm with my thrusts, it was infinitely sexy and arousing. I got up on my knees and he wrapped his legs behind my back. My dick stayed in his ass. I continued fucking him, picking up the pace. I took his hard rod in my hand. I jerked it hard.

“Oh fuck that feels good!” Brian howled, pulling himself against me with a powerful thrust. My thick piece of flesh ground against his prostate, causing his orgasm to come without warning and with insane force.

“Aaahhh!!! Oooh fuuuuuckhh!!! Yes, yesss!” He cried out, and his cum flew in an arc across my forehead and up to the headboard. My voice was drowned out by Brian’s howling and I felt my cock begin to pump cum deep into him with tremendous pressure. My cock twitched and it felt like it was swelling even more. Brian writhed in orgasm before me and I pushed into him, arching my back and screaming some gibberish at the ceiling, my words unintelligible.

My fluids filled the young man’s ass and there was no end in sight. Finally, I collapsed on top of him, panting. Our sweaty skin clung to each other and my chest hairs became entangled in the cum he was shooting from my navel to my forehead.

I slowly began to go limp in his ass, and a flowing stream of cum and lube spilled onto the sheets and pillow as my cock finally spilled out of his asshole. We lay quietly with our foreheads facing each other, looking into each other’s eyes.

“‘Regrets’?” I asked.

“Not in the slightest,” he replied, and I licked his lips. He kissed my chin and licked his cum off it.

“My cum was on your beard, I cleaned it up.” We were silent for a moment and then we started laughing hysterically.

We showered together and washed each other. Then we sat down in the backyard and enjoyed a cold beer. From behind the fence, Hendricks’ head popped up and he looked at us.

“Did someone get hurt?” He asked, looking curious.

“Why do you ask?” I wondered.

“It certainly sounded like it.”

“Well, if there was a sound, it was far from pain and agony. It was the TV.” Brian spit a beer out of his nose.

“Uhh. You give him a beer?” he asked.

“Non-alcoholic.”

“Kay,” he said and went back behind the fence.

“What time is it?” Brian asked.

“I think it’s almost seven,” I replied.

“We’ve got all fucking night to keep Hendricks awake.

“It was my turn to get the beer out of my nose.

The End

My mother and Jim joined us for dinner on Saturday. It was tough seeing Jim, and not thinking about that morning tryst. There was just the slightest doubt in my mind, but Bill told me that if it was Jim, and he requested that I be unaware of it, I was going to respect that decision. Bill would eventually confirm it, if it were true, but he would talk with Jim before doing so.

At one point during the evening, Ma and I were in the kitchen cleaning up and catching up. I told her about Sean and I going camping, but I didn’t fill her in on what type of campground it was. My mother wasn’t much of a camper, although she told me that she and Jim were going camping in an RV next year. They were looking at buying one with the money that Ma made from the house.

While we were talking, I think Bill and Jim went in his office.

Bill told Jim what was going on. “I’m sorry man. I never thought about your truck being out front.”

“It wasn’t right out front. I parked beside the garage. Nothing we can do about that now. Let me think, and if you would, let me know if he pushes anymore.”

“If it means anything to you, I told him IF it were you, the blindfold and headphones indicated that you didn’t want him to know about it. I reminded him, that they were there because I wanted him to believe it was you.”

“Ok. Thanks for letting me know. We better not leave them out there too long, or they might think we’re in here watching porn.”

Ma and I heard Jim and Bill laugh as they were walking into the kitchen. Ma asked what was so funny.

Jim said, “I was just telling Bill a raunchy joke that I heard at work.”

“And you think it’s too raunchy for my ears?” I looked at my mother. I couldn’t believe she said that.

Jim told the joke. Ma and I listened. Neither one of us laughed. “And you two thought that was hilarious? I don’t understand men sometimes.”

Ma asked Bill if he played Hearts?

Bill replied, “I used to play all the time when I was in school.”

We played Hearts for a couple of hours. Jim was sitting on my right. I could smell his cologne. It was a good thing that I was wearing a jockstrap, or my mother might have seen my hardon that wouldn’t go down. My mind wasn’t on the games and I lost 2 of 3 games. Jim lost the other one. I hoped he was having the same problem as me.

After dinner, I told Jim and Ma about the call that I received yesterday. “They offered me a contract to model next year’s line. They don’t just make jockstraps, they make boxer briefs as well.”

My mother said, “G strings, thongs?”

“They make them. Would you object if I modeled those as well?”

“Honey. If you’re safe, you could model nude. I wouldn’t care.” I was happy about her response, then she threw me for a loop. “Do you have any of those pictures?”

I told her, “I don’t have the pictures from the photo shoot last week, but Bill does have a picture of me in a jockstrap that he sent to the company to see if they would like me to model.”

Ma looked at Bill. “Could I see that picture?”

Bill was already reaching for his phone. He found a picture and showed it to my mother. She looked at it for a few seconds. She was smiling. “Are there more?”

Bill reached for his phone and swiped twice to the right, showing her another picture similar to the first, but with a different jockstrap. “Can I ask about the picture you skipped?”

Bill said, “That was the same jockstrap as the first picture, but from behind.”

Ma swiped once to the left. This picture was going to show my bare ass framed by the side straps of the garment. “Oh my. I’ve seen guys come into the ER wearing jockstraps, but they’re always white.” She looked at me and asked, “Are these really comfortable for working out in, or are they just for show?”

I replied, “I wear them all the time when I workout in the mornings.” We all know that wasn’t the entire truth. And we all know why I wasn’t going to tell her the truth.

Ma looked at Jim. “Would you like to see?” If I were correct, Jim has already seen me in a jockstrap.

Jim said, “Sure.” I saw him swipe a couple of times. “If those shots they took last week are better than these, I can see why they asked you to sign that contract. Very nice.” Jim handed the phone back to Bill.

We talked about what was next with the modeling. Was I thinking of that as a career? The answer was no. Will it interfere with school?

Bill replied to that. “When I spoke with them initially, I told them that he was a full time student. I think they understand his priorities.”

Then my mother said, “Jack, we’ve talked about drugs several times over the last few years. Has anything changed? Have you done any drugs?”

“No. Well, marijuana, but I have no desire to do anything else.”

“Good. I see what comes into the ER sometimes. I would hate to see you there.”

Bill spoke up. “Helen. I will admit to doing some drugs when I was younger, but nothing in the last 10 years. I still know people that do some, but none of the guests that bursa merkez escort have been up here do anything more than marijuana and alcohol, and not too much of either of those. You don’t need that much to feel good.”

Mother was sitting across the table from me, and Bill was on my left. She patted Bill’s hand on the table and said, “Thank you.”

—————————————————————————————————————————

On Sunday, I got a call from Sheila. You remember. Pietro’s wife. The MILF.

“Hello, Jack. Peter (this is how she referred to her husband) told me that you agreed to some shoots. You’re going to be in town from the 16th thru the 19th?

“Yes.”

“I hope that you’ll have dinner with us at least once while you’re here. If you like, you can even stay with us. We have a nice guest room that hardly ever gets used.”

“Really? I don’t want to impose. I can just get a hotel close to the complex for a few nights.”

“The invitation is open if you change your mind. I just wanted to say congratulations on the contract. I saw your pictures. I think they made the right choice.”

“Thank you.”

“And Peter and I watched that video together. We both enjoyed it. I hope that you make some more.”

“Bill and I are trying to get a couple more taped before school starts.”

“As I said, I just wanted to congratulate you. Think about staying with us. I think that it would be fun.”

I told her that I would think about it. I really wanted to get together with them, but she was talking about me staying there 3 nights. What if I didn’t enjoy the first time?

Bill had to leave Sunday at noon. It was going to take forever to get back to Oakland County. The traffic going south on Sundays was always slow. As I was hugging Bill when he left, he said, “I’m going to have to look into how much it would cost for a private flight up here. I hate that it’s at least a 4 hour trip.”

When he left, I thought about our relationship. I knew that he loved me, and I knew that I loved him. I think that I resolved my relationship with Sean. I had to think about my “relationship” with Stephanie.

I had just pulled a burger out of the fridge to grill for tonight’s dinner, when my phone lit up. “Sexy Stephanie” was calling me. I later found out that I’m in her phone as “Captain Jack”. When I asked her why, she said that I was her “Navy Seal” and she was sure that I’d at least have the rank of Captain. It didn’t really make sense to me, but I wasn’t going to question it.

“Hi, Stephanie.”

“Hey Jack. I heard a rumor.”

“About what?”

“About a MILF.”

Fucking Bill. Why would he tell her about Sheila? “Did Bill tell you?”

“No. Heather.”

“Bill told Heather?”

“No. Sean told Heather. I’ll bet that it never occurred to you that they traded contact information while she was up there? They talk quite often.”

Yes. It never occurred to me to ask. I was still not sure why Sean would tell her.

“Well, one thing led to another and they had some phone sex. I think that Sean let it slip during their ‘pillow talk'”.

Somehow, I understood that. I was going to be seeing Sean in the morning for our workout. I was looking forward to a fun morning teasing him about this.

“Is Bill with you tonight, Jack?”

“No. He had to leave early today.”

My phone lit up with a request to switch to FaceTime. I accepted. Stephanie had her phone set up so that I could see her body, except for her feet. She was naked.

“I received a script today with you and me in a video. You invite a friend from work over to watch a football game.”

I was enjoying this call. I left the cold burger on the counter soaking up the salt and pepper and headed for my room.

“You’re moving, Jack. Are you going to your room?”

“Yes. I want to hear more about this video.”

As I undressed, Stephanie read the script to me. “It’s not your typical cuckold video, Jack. It has you in charge of me and the other guy.”

“Do you know who they have in mind for the other guy?”

“They said it would have to be a younger guy. They asked if there was someone that I would like to work with?”

“Who did you tell them?”

“I told them that you would enjoy a video with Blake and that was what I was concerned about. I want you …”

Stephanie and I were stroking ourselves during our discussion. I looked at the screen and I could see her start her orgasm. It was as erotic as any porn video that I’ve seen. Seeing Stephanie cum, set me over the edge.

When we calmed down, Stephanie continued what she was saying, “I was saying that I want you to be happy. I’m not going to deny that I would love to feel that log he has between his legs.”

“Did you tell them that you would do it?”

“What do you think, Jack? If I’ve gotten this turned on by reading the script, how much fun do you think making this video will be?”

“Bill bursa yabancı escort didn’t say anything about this.”

“I don’t think Bill knows about it yet. I was told that he would see the script this week.”

“I’ll ask Bill to send me the script in an email. I’d like to do this.”

“I’ll send the script to you when we get off the phone. I just wanted to tell you that Heather and I are looking forward to seeing you two on Wednesday.”

I told Stephanie that I would fill her in on the MILF when I saw her. She actually thanked me for answering her call, and we talked for a couple of more minutes before hanging up.

I had seen Stephanie’s video with Wally (I had my own copy), but I had never seen any of her other videos. I knew which website I would have to go to to find them. It specialized in college kids. While I was grilling my burger, I looked up the website. I purchased a one month membership and after dinner, I watched a couple of her videos.

In spite of what Stephanie and Heather have said, I have to believe that size does matter, at least somewhat. I am not ashamed of my 4 1/2 inches, but I would want Stephanie to be sexually satisfied. Would that mean that I would have to share her with other guys? Could I handle sharing her with other guys?

I went to sleep that night thinking about what Bill had said to Sean about me on Friday. It reminded me about why I love Bill. I knew that if he asked me to marry him, I would say yes. He had been busy over the last several weeks encouraging me to experiment sexually. Then when he assured my mother that he wasn’t going to let anything suspect happen around me, I knew that he was watching out for me. While I hoped that marriage was on his mind, I knew that Bill wouldn’t be bringing the subject up anytime soon. I decided to just enjoy my new experiences.

—————————————————————————————————————————–Sean was over at 7:50 the next morning. We did 15 minutes of cardio before moving over to the bench to do butterflies with the dumbbells. We were working out in the nude again. “I heard that you and Heather had phone sex yesterday.”

Sean was in the middle of a set and stopped. “Did you speak with Heather?”

“No. Stephanie called me.”

“Well. Yes, we did. The things she said to me on the phone. I was surprised that I lasted as long as I did.”

“Stephanie also asked me about Sheila.”

“Oh. Sorry. Ahh. Heather was asking me about fantasies. I told her I’ve been turned on by several older women, especially since I heard about your MILF.”

“Sheila called me yesterday.”

Sean sat up. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Get back to your set and I’ll tell you about it.”

After he heard the basics of the call, he asked, “Did she mention anything about what she would like to do?”

“No. What if I decide, after we’ve gotten together, that I didn’t enjoy it?”

“Is that something that you think is possible?”

“Possible? Maybe. Probable? Not in my dreams. You were talking about fantasies with Heather. Nothing that I’ve experienced so far has failed to live up to whatever fantasy I’ve had about it.”

“So, get a hotel room. No-one says that you have to sleep in it.”

“Thanks. I like that advice.”

After swimming laps, we laid around the pool. It was a rainy Monday on the lake.

“I guess that I should thank you for talking to Heather. It inspired Stephanie to call me.”

Sean chuckled. “Let me guess. I wasn’t the only one that enjoyed some phone sex yesterday.”

“Well. That’s not what I was going to share with you, but yes. Stephanie read a script to me for a new video in which she and I may be performing.”

“Oh? What is it about?”

I opened my phone to the text of the script. I handed it to Sean and suggested that he read it.

Once done reading, Sean said, “I like the script. It’s a different twist.”

“I thought so too. But it got me thinking. If I were to date Stephanie regularly, I’m not sure that I could make her happy all of the time. Come on. I want to show you some videos.”

I took Sean to Bill’s office and loaded up the video of Stephanie and Wally, and then followed it with a video from the website that I had seen last night. “I know that it’s acting, but Stephanie told me that she came 6 times over the 4 hour shoot of the video with Wally. How do I compete with that?”

Sean looked at me. “I have no doubt that you could go 4 hours, do you?”

“No. I have no doubt about that. I just think that at some point, size does matter.”

Sean’s mouth was open. Just a reminder that Sean had a nice, 8 inch cock. He wouldn’t have to worry about many women wanting something bigger. Finally, he said, “I don’t know what to say about that. Maybe you should speak with Stephanie?”

“I actually already spoke with Stephanie and Heather about it. Heather got mad at me. Stephanie told me that I have nothing to worry bursa sınırsız escort about. She even said that she could teach me how to help a woman be satisfied.”

“Well, there you go. Do you doubt Stephanie?”

“Actually. No. But I worry that at some point, a girl that has had a bigger cock, has got to yearn for it. Think back to when we went out for Halloween. If you only had time to hit one more house, and you knew one house was giving out bite sized Snickers, and the next house was giving out full size bars, which one would you go to?”

Sean said, “I don’t think that’s an apples to apples comparison, but again talk with Stephanie.”

Sean and I went and made sandwiches and had a beer. Sean said he wasn’t expected home until 5, so he had plenty of time.

As we were eating, Sean said, “So you’ve been thinking about something long term with Stephanie?”

“I’ve been thinking about a lot of things. With Bill and with Stephanie.”

“Do you want to share any of those thoughts, or do you want me to mind my own business?”

I looked at Sean and thanked him. “You’ve already heard a lot about Bill and me. If he were to ask me to marry him, I would have no doubts about saying yes, and I would be happy to be with only him.”

“Are you worried that he wouldn’t be happy being with only you? I’ve heard of open marriages for straight couples. Maybe you could suggest an open marriage to Bill? Would you be ok with that?”

“I’m not sure. I can tell you that I’m looking forward to Stephanie and Heather being up here for a few days, and I can’t tell you the thoughts that have been running through my mind about Pietro and Sheila, which reminds me.” I reached for my phone and opened a picture. “Sheila sent this picture to me in a text, telling me that they have a pool out back and August in Chicago was perfect for laying around the pool after a long day of work.”

I showed the picture to Sean. Sheila and Pietro were in their bathing suits standing in front of a pool. Pietro’s suit was a European style, I think. I had expanded the picture to see if I could determine his size (and I’m not talking about the size of the suit), but couldn’t decide. Sheila was wearing a bikini that didn’t leave much to the imagination. In her mid 40’s (god I hoped I don’t make a mistake and get her age wrong in a guess), with a nice set of tits, with not much more than the nipples and areolas covered by the fabric of the suit. A flat stomach (she had two kids … I wondered where they would be if we were playing around) and hips that indicated that she had a couple of kids, but didn’t look fat.

I handed the phone to Sean and I saw him expanding the picture back and forth. Finally, he said, “Jack, if you don’t jump on this, I’m going to give you so much shit. And if you don’t want to take advantage of this, please, PLEASE, give her my phone number and I will find a way to get to Chicago to make it happen.”

I retrieved my phone. “It’s going to happen, but that presents another question. If I can get this turned on by a photo of an older woman, what does that mean for Bill and me?”

Sean thought it over for a moment, then said, “I think that is Bill’s point. Until you resolve those issues, you aren’t ready for marriage. Look at it this way. Bill was your first, but I’ll bet he wasn’t your first crush. Was there a girl in high school that you wanted to get to know?”

“You know there was. Melissa Stephens. We even went out on a date once. I was so nervous that I don’t think she enjoyed the date, and shortly after that she started dating Al Carmichael. I never had a chance.”

“Ok. You didn’t have a chance because you believed that you didn’t have a chance. We don’t know the answer to that question for sure, but I think things have changed. I think that if you went on a second date with Melissa now, things would be much different because of the events of this Summer. Jack, we didn’t hang out together when we were in high school, but I saw you in the hallways. You kept to yourself. You had a closed circle of friends, and I said closed, not close. There is a difference. You are a totally different person than I remember from those hallways in school, and I think that Bill is responsible for that change.”

“You noticed me in the hallways?”

“Come on, Jack. You know better than that. Even if you only associated with a few people, you knew most of the kids in school. You saw them every day. I’m sure that you talked about some of them with your friends. I heard what kids said about you in school. Most of them were impressed with how you improved your physique. Even in school clothes, people could tell. In football practice, I heard a guy complain about how you beat him in a rope climb. He said it was because you were so small, and light. And I heard some other guys call that bullshit. You worked hard to make that change. If I knew you then like I know you now, and I’m not talking about the sex. If I knew you then like I know you now, I would’ve been in that guy’s face setting him straight.”

“Thank you, Sean.”

“There is more, Jack. We’re 18 years old and we’re males. We’re fuckin’ horny all of the time and I know, at least for me, it’s not a good time to make long term decisions about relationships. What seems right to us today, may seem wrong to us tomorrow. Be happy that Bill is willing to let you take time to make those decisions.”

As expected I received complaints from those not cast, along with Jackson. Jackson hasn’t done a show where he wasn’t picked as the lead in years so when I got a message from him pissed off and threatening to quit I wasn’t shocked at all. I wasn’t worried either, I know that he knows this show will have more talent scouts than any show he’s ever been in and that the company will push him harder than the rest regardless of the role. He’s not giving up that big of an opportunity. Carson was a little peeved that he made himself ineligible of a lead, but was grateful I considered him despite him not even being there. Damian, Jamie, Otis, and Greg were glad to have been given parts where they can keep their pants on, Lawrence and Brandon were very respectful as expected, Joseph didn’t reach out at all, Logan came to thank me in person, and Noor sent a video of him reacting to finding out he got the lead. I contacted the female cast and let them know which men were cast. I then sent the rehearsal schedule to everyone in the cast.

It’s a tradition amongst our company to do our picture day for promos for the first rehearsal. Many companies do this towards the end of rehearsing, however we prefer to do it at the beginning so towards the end of rehearsals we can focus purely on the show. Picture day came and there were two scheduled portions. One with the whole cast, and then one with Noor, Brandon, Joseph, Logan, Lawrence, and Jackson only. I took the promo group shot and took shots for each of the individual actors. Two hours flew by and I allowed the cast not involved in the second portion to leave. The remaining guys seemed a little confused as they had already taken pictures.

“Now since you all seem a little confused I’ll clear it up for you all, there is one more shot we need to take and it involved the six of you completely naked. You’ll have hats to cover your private parts but that’s all. I decided to wait until it was just you all for the photos so you wouldn’t have to expose yourselves to to everyone just yet”. The boys nodded and then began to strip. As they stripped naked I could see all of them were sizing each other up as it were. Brandon and Lawrence were clearly the smallest and Noor and Jackson were clearly the biggest. Logan and Joseph were essentially the same size and directly in the middle of the others. I handed them their hats and took the money shot.

At the end the others put their clothes on and left, but Noor came to talk to me still in the nude. I must admit I was ogling him the whole time he was speaking. He asked about the dressing room situation, bursa otele gelen escort which seemed somewhat standard for someone who’d yet to do one of our productions. I explained to him that for our company we don’t do private dressing rooms, we have one for our principle female cast and one for our principle male cast backstage, one for the remaining female cast (which is unnecessary for this production), and one for the remaining male cast that are in a back room. I explained that the six that stayed back today would be in the principle men’s dressing room for the show. It wasn’t necessarily private but they all had their own space. He asked to check it out. This was slightly less standard but I went with it.

He decided to remain nude as I escorted him backstage. “This is it, there are six mirrors for this production, lockers for personal belongings and your clothes you show up in, a space for costumes to be hung up and a bathroom with a silent flusher so if nature calls during a show I won’t hate you” he laughed at that comment. I noticed at that moment that like when he undressed for his audition his dick had livened up so to say. He thanked me for showing him around, and said he wanted to ask an awkward favor.

“I was wondering if you’d be willing to show me the dance for the end of the show?” I was taken aback. Did he mean like a video or was he asking me to demonstrate? When I asked for clarification he said demonstration and I blushed a little. This sexy Adonis just asked me to strip naked and dance for him. I’m not shy about my body, and I wanted to help out so I obliged. He played the song for me and I began dancing. He watched me like a lion watches an injured gazelle. I began to wonder if the demonstration was for productive purposes or for seductive ones. Either way I wouldn’t complain. As I got to the portion of the dance where I had only a hat as coverage, I noticed little me had stiffed up. I threw my hat off and saw Noor’s eyes immediately drop and gawk at what he was seeing.

I was well-endowed, slightly more than him but I wasn’t expecting that response to my unveiling. I’m not known for beating around the bush, so I just bluntly asked him “were you trying to see an example of the dance or were you trying to see your director naked” he blushed a little, “I’ll take that as a yes, that too” I said motioning towards his raging hard-on. I could tell that he was nervous but turned on. I sat beside him. “Noor, look at me” and as he did I grabbed his face and kissed him.

He bursa eve gelen escort was shocked initially but then began to kiss me back. I’ve been thinking of my lips on his since his audition. Suddenly I become very aware that I’m naked. “How about we get some clothes on and go for coffee?”, he nodded. I then grabbed his penis shocking him and stroked him thrice, he came on the third stroke. Shocked he shot so early as a bigger guy, but he had been in anticipation. I told him to clean himself off and then go grab his clothes. When I got dressed and left the dressing room I was shocked to see that Logan was there.

He said he was hoping to run into me before we left and asked if he could come over so I could help him run lines later, I told him I definitely would be okay with that. He gave me a hug and then started heading out, as he does Noor comes up clothed. “let’s go”.

Coffee with Noor was incredibly fun. We didn’t miss a beat the entire time. He was very interesting and our conversations felt as natural as if we had known each other for years. I was really tempted to invite him into my place, but I knew Logan would be coming over soon. I took a rain check. I kissed him goodbye, and went into my house. I couldn’t believe I had allowed myself to start a relationship with one of the actors I was directing, but it had just felt so natural.

I didn’t have any time to think about how the past few hours had gone as Logan pulled in right as Noor pulled out. Kinky.

I greet Logan with a hug and welcome him to my home. He’s been here dozens of times but it feels somehow a little different now that I’m his director and I’ve seen his penis.

“So what inspired the decision to hold a private rehearsal?”

“If I’m going to impress Anna, I need as much help as I can get. Plus I know that this show means a lot to you, and I want to do my part to make sure it goes well. If you wouldn’t mind I’d like this to be a recurring thing”

“I’m completely fine with that, I want this show to be special, and I want you to be proud of your performance in it.”

“Alright perfect”.

“Aside from the nudity, what prospect of the role is making you most nervous?”

“Well, being completely honest I’m sorta nervous about having to kiss a guy”

Ah yes. In the stage production of The Full Monty the characters Lomper and Guy share a passionate kiss. In the film they just stare at each other romantically because that was as gay as 90s films allowed.

“Stage kisses are never as bad as bursa escort bayan you think. Remember it’s Lomper kissing Guy, not you kissing Jackson. That’ll make it feel slightly more natural.”

“I guess, can I- oh nevermind.”

I was intrigued.

“Can you what?”

“Nothing it’d be too awkward”

“Try me”

He froze for a moment and then said “you are my only friend that has ever kissed a guy before, and I don’t want the first time I kiss a guy to be onstage.”

Wait a minute. He couldn’t possibly be asking what I’m thinking could he?

“Can I practice the kissing scene with you?”

My heart drops for a second. I cannot believe the family friend I’ve had a crush on since I was little just asked to kiss me. I have to keep my composure here so I don’t seem too excited.

“If you think it will help you with the role, of course.”

“Thanks”.

We began reading for the scene and I was very impressed with how in character he seems. The moment of romance comes quickly next thing you know we are staring into each others eyes, and then my blocking says to lean in. I break character temporarily and quietly ask him if it’s okay and he nods. I lean into him and kiss him passionately, it takes a few seconds but then he begins kissing back. I end the kiss and we finish the scene.

I’m very pleased, he proved to be very professional in this setting and even though all of this is out of his comfort zone he’s willing to put in the work. On a less professional note he’s a damn good kisser.

“Thank you for doing that with me, I think it will make me a lot more comfortable doing the scene with Jackson”.

“Of course, thanks for stepping up and doing something that makes you uncomfortable, you were fully in character the whole time I was impressed.”

“Really? Thanks. It wasn’t as weird as I thought it would be. It’s like you said it’s not like I was kissing a guy, it was like Lomper was”

“Exactly”.

“Alright now I want you to read your next scene naked. I want to see if you’re more comfortable now than you were at your audition.”

He nods and removes his clothes, I give him the good old up and down to keep the facade of this is my first time seeing him naked (I got away with sneaking a peek at his audition but he had no clue). He then ran through his lines without covering at all and staying fully in character. Wow. He has really accepted this role and put in the necessary work.

As we finish up he puts some clothes on and we chill for a while. Towards the end of the night he has to head out. We hug goodbye per typical, and then I kiss him. I caught him by surprise, along with myself as it wasn’t planned and just sorta happened. Luckily he didn’t seem too phased by it. “Love you bro, see you at rehearsal tomorrow.” “I love you too” I say fully relieved.

After he leaves I immediately go to shower. While showering I masturbated thinking about the events of the past few hours. It was a hot day.

Chapter Four

“Hell, yeah!” DJ called out, diving back in to give Juan’s cocksucker lips more sexy slurps.

Juan looked admiringly into DJ’s blue eyes, happy at his open bluntness before Tony’s testiness.

“When the cat’s away…..” DJ laughed. “Anyway—Juan’s no fuckin’ MOUSE,” he pushed his hot crotch rocket further against Juan’s hardness. “We’re LOVERS, Tone!”

“Shit,” Tony sat up, rubbing his eyes. “I love ya’, too, you know. Both’a you.”

“—an’ we love YOU,” Juan said over his shoulder.

“—Catholic bullshit and all,” DJ laughed, keeping hold of Juan’s little waist.

“You been talkin’ ’bout me,” Tony protested weakly, flexing his big arms, trying to wake up.

“We both agreed that you make us crazy,” DJ watched as Tony got up from the couch. “You hungry? We’ve got mac and cheese.”

Tony looked down at himself as though surprised he was so big in the crotch. “Hot dreams,” he wiped his eyes with his huge hand. “Full’a dude sex, ‘n shit.”

“Jeez,” DJ smiled broadly, dimples in his cheeks, “—now why would THAT be, I wonder?”

“I sucked your big dicks,” Tony said, more to himself than to them. “Now I’m not just queer—I’m a fuckin’ COCKSUCKER, thanks to you two fruits!”

Juan looked sort of stricken, his abs tightening up. He looked quickly at DJ— looking for him to say something.

“Yeah, well, tell me you didn’t like it, dude,” DJ gently nudged Juan away in order to confront the big Italian face-to-face.

“I thought it was US—like us three TOGETHER,” Tony mumbled, standing over DJ like a huge kid. He glanced with hurtful eyes at Juan.

“It IS,” DJ poked Tony’s bulging chest. “Buddies.” He thumped his shotput shoulder. “Pals….”

“Lovers?” Tony looked into DJ’s crystal eyes, his own not blinking.

“Lovers, too,” Juan said.

DJ suddenly wrapped his arms around Tony’s solid torso, his face rubbing into the deep, hairy valley of Tony’s open shirt. He reached out to grab Juan’s arm.

The three fell into a Tony-dominating, three-way embrace.

“I need you guys,” Tony husked. “You’re my big brothers, now.” He stood a full four inches taller.

“Wanna play around between our legs in the night?” DJ asked, groping Tony lewdly.

“Shit, yeah,” Tony rumbled, his mouth burying itself in each of their scalps. “I know I’m trouble’n all—got my shit to deal with…..”

Oh, Jesus,” Juan said out, “—three queer JOCKS?—it’s a fuckin’ recipe for getting shit to deal with.”

“—gotta keep it all quiet,” Tony nuzzled the tops of their heads, “—do our lovin’ when there’s a chance.”

DJ brought Juan’s face into Tony’s opened shirt, watching him nose-dive into the bursa sınırsız escort furry canyon. “Lots’a chances out HERE,” DJ said.

Tony leaned down to brush DJ’s lips. “Other times, too,” he licked. “I need you real bad….”

DJ kind of shoved everyone about till they were sitting back around the table, their lusty eyes checking one another out. He got up and went to the stove to dish Tony out some food.

“We gotta come clean,” DJ said, putting down Tony’s plate. “You dig us BOTH, or what?”

“Shit,” Tony smiled, squeezing ketchup all over the place. “With brothers, you don’t pick and CHOOSE,” he said. “I love ya’ both the same.”

“What if Juan and I get it on sometimes?”, DJ pressed further, watching Tony shovel in his macaroni.

Tony shrugged, then swallowed. “Do I make you BOTH nuts, or what?” he asked.

The two looked at one another, then raised their eyebrows and nodded. “You make us BOTH nuts,” Juan said. “Trust me. Just watchin you EAT is makin’ us nuts. Ever think about closing your mouth once in a while when you chew?”

“Then who cares?”, Tony shrugged again. “If I’m in the picture, I get you both— if I’m not, you only get each other.” He plowed in more food. “So what?—seems like I kind’a win, don’t it?”

“Fuck,” DJ raised his eyes to the ceiling. “That’s EXACTLY why you make us crazy.”

“I’d only get upset if you were includin’ me out’a pity, or some shit like that,” Tony said. He held his fork in his big fist and pointed it in their direction. “You sure I’m not just a big loser to you two?—everyone else seems to……”

“…..totally hot,” DJ said flatly. “TOTALLY.”

“You’re like a fuckin’ gladiator,” Juan said. “—makes us nuts just looking at your biceps when you pick up your fork.”

Tony accepted more Kraft dinner from DJ and squeezed ketchup completely over it. “I got feelings, too,” he said, his deep voice always sounding edgy and testy. “My heart’s good.”

“You love us, don’t you,” DJ said, his voice very quiet. “—alot, huh?”

Tony glanced at him, then at Juan. He pointed to his chest with his fork. He nodded. “Deep inside here,” he said. “You’re my true brothers now.” He dug the fork into his food. “You two don’t fuck around and then just pretend it never happened and leave me wondering why.”

The house became still, the silence filled with Tony’s plainspoken honesty. They watched him keep piling in the macaroni. “We got any milk?” he asked between chews, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

DJ was quick to go get the big man his milk. He and Juan felt their hearts beating.

“I know I should be bursa merkez escort all turned-on by chicks”, Tony glugged down some milk. “But I’m not.” He shook his head a little, then looked at them. “An’ it’s not like I hang out in the locker room tryin’ to check guys out an’ shit.” He shrugged. “Like, aside from you and my brothers, I’m not all that interested. It’s weird. I just don’t get it, I guess.”

“Um…what, exactly?” Juan wondered, his beautiful face curious.

“We got any more?” Tony lifted his empty glass.

DJ got up and then just handed Tony the entire quart.

“—why you two give me such boners every godamned minute we’re together,” he drank from the carton.

“Hmmm, I think I know.” DJ said in a low confidential tone, leaning in and looking deep into Tony’s brown eyes.

The room seemed to stand still, Tony pausing, Juan’s ears honing in.

“It’s the milk.”

They laughed like maniacs, Tony almost choking.

DJ looked out the window at the birch trees and green, green lawn—at the sparkling, inviting lake. “You know, I swear to God no one’s around but us.”

“We’re supposed to be fishing,” Tony said, nodding at the equipment by the door.

“Well, fuck that,” Juan said flatly.

“I say we make this our own little nudist colony,” DJ grinned. “—you know?….like, just go around friggin’ bareass!”

“With boners?” Tony looked down at himself. “I’ve got a rod as big as a fencepost right now.” He looked outside at the wide-open yard, completely visible from the lake. “When we’re out there, I feel like the whole friggin’ world is watchin’ me.”

“Me, too,” Juan said. “I don’t mind being in here all naked…..but hell, I keep expecting someone to paddle by in a canoe.”

“So?” DJ grinned, rubbing his crotch. “That’s the thrill, huh? I mean, shit….no one IS gonna paddle by, but still—it’s a fuckin’ turn-on showing off our big boners right out there in front of the whole fuckin’ world.”

He looked at Juan, then at Tony. “Don’t be so fuckin’ modest. Hell—anyone seein’ these muscles? They’d think they’d died and gone to heaven.”

Tony looked at Juan and kind of shrugged.

“Once we’re back in town, we’re gonna have to REALLY be careful,” DJ went on, pulling at his jeans. “—like use the baseball dugout at night…that kind of shit.”

“You got THAT part right,” Tony said. “All any of us needs is to get caught….”

“…..well, fuck,” DJ said. “We’re out HERE now! We can be bareassed in the middle of the fuckin’ DAY—swimmin’, walkin’, struttin’, checking each other out—the wind ticklin’ our balls—the sun warmin’ up our bursa escort bayan bigass COCKS.”

Tony looked out at the wind-tossed trees, at the hot sun reflecting off the water and began undoing his shirt.

DJ suddenly got up and raced outdoors, the screen door slamming. He reappeared right in front of the kitchen window, laughing at them. Juan and Tony watched through the glass, the whole scene like a movie.

“Crazy bastard,” Tony said, a smile on his big lips.

DJ kicked his shoes off and strutted around, peeling off his shirt while tugging open his jeans. The two could hear him singing, rocking to his own beat.

“What’a body he’s got,” Tony stared. “Check out those lats–those baseball-sized delts.”

“Gymnasts have it all,” Juan said, watching DJ’s triceps bunch and flex. He stared at his tanned pecs, the way they thickly bounced, then mounded in a solid flex.

DJ’s biceps were perfectly proportioned, while his triceps were incredibly ripped.

The two voyeurs followed the pronounced tapering of DJ’s torso—how his big chest and wide lats suddenly narrowed. His truly awesome abs rippled as he shoved his jeans over his big thighs.

“Fuck,” Tony said, rubbing his mounded crotch. “That’s so fuckin’ hot.” He looked at Juan. “I gotta see you too–gotta see your stud bod out there.”

“Me?” Juan looked nervous. “I’m not……..”

“….don’t give me that crap! You’re fuckin’ hotter than HE fuckin’ is!” Tony stared at Juan. “You think I’ve never checked you out when you’re wrestling?—Hell.”

Juan watched DJ shucking his jeans off his bare feet, his gorgeous Adonis Belt swooping down to perfectly display his posing pouch thudding against his fleecy tanned, bulging thighs. The next thing Tony heard was the screen door slamming a second time.

And then DJ was whooping it up, his hefty striped poser rubbing into Juan’s thigh as he reached out to help Juan take off his shirt.

“So fuckin’ hot,” Tony said, pulling his own shirt free of his big shoulders. He stared out the window. “Look at those dudes…fuck!….the hottest pair’a studs on the whole fuckin’ planet.” He watched DJ pull at Juan’s belt buckle—stared at the contrast of golden muscles beside Juan’s Latino physique. Juan’s body looked like cocoa butter, smooth and rippling and reflecting the sun.

Tony undid his jean buttons and stood up to shove them down over his huge, furry thighs. “And they say they’re nuts over ME?”

DJ and Juan bumped hips, arms flung over one another’s wide shoulders. They were each five-foot-eight—each weighing a hundred and sixty-five muscular pounds. Juan’s thighs, abs and ass were his best features, while DJ had lats, deltoids and triceps to brag about. Both of them had just the best tits two physique-blessed dudes could even dream of, plus lots going on between their legs, and they bounced their posing-strapped cocks around, giving Tony an eyeful.

“I’m the luckiest fuckin’ gorilla in the whole fuckin’ jungle,” Tony muttered, watching DJ feeling up Juan’s perfect, milk chocolate ass.

SO FAR. Youthful trainee lawyer Jack falls for a ladyboy in Thailand and, in a misunderstanding about his sexual orientation, he is offered a tutelage in a chambers favouring gay men and women staff. Colleague Luke invites him to a Guys and Dolls Ball where he meets Andy who persuades him to overnight at his flat, with lascivious motives.

Jack awoke to find Andy virtually standing over him with a cup of coffee in his hand, obviously meant for him. He closed his eyes and stretched languishly. The smell of perfume on Andy’s body aroused his senses, as it was meant to.

He opened his eyes again and the coffee was in the bedside table and Andy was still standing where he was, his dressing gown sufficiently open at the front to allow his shaved pubes to be not just visible, but a matter of inches away from Jack’s mouth. Jack surprised even himself by stretching out and and giving the penis an affectionate squeeze. He couldn’t just ignore it could he?

Encouraged, Andy dropped to one knee, leant over and kissed the young man full on the mouth. It wasn’t any ordinary kiss. It was long and it involved Andy’s tongue extending to its fullest as if intent on searching the whole of Jack’s mouth. The boy surrendered and drank all the pleasure from doing so.

Andy stood back up and sloughed off his dressing gown, his prick now fully alert. Pulling Jack up into a sitting position he stuffed two pillows between him and the headboard. The boy’s mouth was at exactly at the right height to accommodate the penis that was then pointing directly at it. There was no question as to what was going to happen next.

Jack wanted it. He was sold on it. His own prick, still under the bedsheets was just as hard as the one he was being invited to suck.. Andy was quite brutal and deliberately so. He wanted to complete the turning of the boy emphasising his future role to be a committed receiver. It was a form of power game with very significant consequences.

Andy deliberately gave no warning as to when he was about to discharge a pent-up torrent of hot sperm. That was part of the process. Hopefully the next would be into Jacks near virgin arse.

Jack nearly choked on the deluge of hot fishy, salty sperm. A lot ended up dripping down his chin and onto his bare chest. That all added to the drama of the occasion.

Andy nearly made a point of complimenting Jack as he pulled out and backed off, swallowing the words “thanks faggot”. No, it was too early to do so. That would have to keep for another occasion. There would be many more, he was sure. If Jack had not been turned, he was vert close to being so.

Jack, recovered took his own rock hard penis in his hands and offered up a look that said, “what about me?”

Andy was alive to his predicament. “Your turn will come later, darling. It’s the shower for you now and then some breakfast.”

The original cup of coffee remained untouched by the bedside. A silent witness.

The two men showered together in a cubical meant for one. Jacks penis was rampant and Andy’s showing the first signs of recovery. Jack was almost desperate to have Andy touch him deliberately instead of their rubbing up to each other from the lack of space. The most Andy did was give his junior a tender kiss and whisper “later”.

For two pins Jack would have tossed himself off there and then had Luke allowed him to.

Whilst Andy prepared breakfast he wisely turned the conversation to football, to soccer. He had been tipped off that his guest played for Pathway United F.C. and trained several evenings every week in the season/ He went with some of his team mates to Pattaya no less.

Andy expertly ran up a cooked breakfast English-style and they both tucked in ravenously. Jack hadn’t eaten anything substantial for over seventeen hours, as the smell of the bacon frying had reminded him.

Both replete, Andy suggested they watched replays of the Saturday’s football to which his guest readily agreed. They shared the settee, both still in dressing gowns, and whiled the morning away with football almost entirely the topic of conversation.

Eventually, Andy suggested they had a “siesta”. Jack didn’t catch on immediately. Andy slipped a hand under Jack’s gown and rested it on his bare thigh. The boy cottoned on. Strange, the football had transported him far away from thoughts of sexual relations, and Andy’s advance had brought him back with a thump. It was like he was living in two worlds and he was not at all sure he wanted to leave the one he was presently in.

Andy was a predator and as a predator he had bursa eskort predator’s skills. Instead of trying to entice Jack into the bedroom he reached for the television’s control and switched channels to some pre-prepared material. “I thought this might interest you Jack?”

It was porn. But not any old porn. It was ladyboy porn. Fifteen minutes was more than enough to have Jack wallowing in the memories of Walking Street in Pattaya and the lovely ladyboy Suzy. The more time since Jack had returned from Thailand the more sexy and beautiful Suzy had become in his memory.

Andy watched the action with Jack for a good while and then slipped out of the room. He came back, still wearing the same dressing gown, but he had slipped on Jack’s hitherto suspender belt and black stockings; nothing else. Standing in front of Jack he allowed the gown to yawn open enough to give a taste of what lay within, his cock reacting accordingly.

Jack seemed reluctant to drag his eyes from the television scene where a a man was about to take a proffered penis belonging to a busty ladyboy, into his mouth. The real thing was inches from his own lips. He did a double take and, after that, there was no contest. “Let’s go into my bedroom,” whispered Andy.

Jack allowed himself to be led like the classical lamb to the slaughter. Andy threw off the boy’s gown and sat him naked on the bed-end. Standing directly in front of Jack he too wasted his dressing gown, and was quite a picture in just the stockings and a hard, throbbing penis. “Worship it cocksucker.” he ordered.

Something broke in Jack’s head. There was nothing in the world, at that moment in time, that he craved more than to suck the cock. It wouldn’t have mattered whether it was Andy’s cock, Luke Dangerfield’s cock. or that cantankerous old bastard Quintin Hurst’s cock. Any cock would have been the right cock.

“Wait a minute darling.” The instruction manage to permeate Jack’s brain. As did, “kneel on the bed.” Hands moved him into the necessary position. Next Jack felt cold lube being massaged into his his bum hole. Then he knew what was about to happen and he wanted it. “Yes, fuck me,” he encouraged the man in position behind him, and who needed no encouragement whatsoever.

Andy knew it was not so simple as that. Yes, he could “wham, bam, thank you sir,” and enjoy the thrill and debauchery of it all. Another notch on his newel post perhaps. No, No, No, that was not his game. That was not what turned Andy on. What he wanted was the satisfaction of introducing another pretty boy to the thrill of having a relationship, of any type, with another man. And, of course, with him in the first instance.

Andy nestled his cock into Jack’s rear entrance and applied a little pressure. Jack tensed waiting for the explosion o pain, if that was what he was in line for. He had read about anal sex being difficult for the receiver initially. But Andy pulled back and substituted his fingers, and then slipped a slippery forefinger in the same several inches he had done before. And then back came his penis nudging again whilst Andy’s had moved forward and cupped Jack’s balls and caressed them.

Expertly Andy soon had Jack near to be screaming to be fucked.

More lube and Andy started his assault. This time the purple head of his penis did not back off. but pushed inexorably harder and harder, intent on breaking into Jack’s virgin arse. At the start a willing Jack pushed back against Andy’s penis head, but as the pain mounted the boy did well to stand his ground and try to absorb the pain from the pressure his arse was under.

As Suzy’s little prick had managed to force entry there was no doubt that Andy’s would too. And, with some extra aggravated pain, it certainly did. Andy remained still to allow the worst of the pain to subside, his prick probably no more than an inch or so into the boy’s arse. Jack would indicate when he was ready to proceed.

Sure enough, after a short while Jack set his trunk swaying, minutely at first but then with ever bigger forward and backward motions. More to the point, he started gasping and much of that had pleasure mixed un with the pain. Andy smiled evilly to himself. Everything was going to plan.

By the time Andy has virtually the whole of his penis lodged inside his captive he could feel the tightness lessen as Jack’s anus gradually became more receptive. The same feeling in Jack encouraged him to jiggle about as a prelude to some sort of a fucking. Deflowering of a virgin arse was the height of sexual escort bayan achievement as far as Andy was concerned, and the thrill of doing so excited his need to ejaculate. All too soon he was pumping streams of semen into Andy’s bowels.

It would have been fantastic if Andy had been able to have brought Jack to an orgasm at the same time, but experience told him that rarely, if ever, happened. Given time, that could be achieved. If not with Andy, with Jack’s future lovers. Andy had no doubts there would be many of them

Andy kept his prick inside of Jack until it was made of rubber and swished out of the boy’s anus dripping with semen. He turned the boy on the bed into a position suitable for Andy to suck the boy’s cock. This he did with gusto, obviously enjoying the experience and demonstrably good at it too. It was all sex; beautiful, unadulterated sex.

The next move in Andy’s game was to bundle young Jack back to his flat without further ado. To cut down his face time with him Andy called a taxi. There was some embarrassment on Jack’s part as he had only his girlie clothes to wear. Andy left it to Jack to offer the taxi driver an explanation should one be necessary.

Jack could not walk properly. His anus was bruised and sore and still leaking Andy’s spunk into a sanitary towel. Once home he headed straight for the bathroom and ran himself a hot bath in which he languished until the water was less than warm. What a weekend. One to remember. But to cherish?

At work the next day Jack saw no sign of Nick whose wife Eve had fitted him up for the Guys and Dolls Ball. Was he deliberately keeping out of Jack’s way or, perhaps, his abandonment of Jack at the Ball had been legitimate. Interestingly, having been introduced to anal sex by Andy, Jack definitely felt some sort of affinity to his fellow staffers, most of them being gay.

On the Wednesday Jack came across Nick in the urinals. “Sorry I had to leave so hurriedly. It was a false alarm too. “Did Andy look after you?” Nick looked the picture of innocence.

“Sort of,” was all Jack dare say on the subject. H would dearly have liked to ask if he and Andy were in cahoots with each other. Instead he drew attention to the clothes Eve had lent him.

“Oh, don’t worry on that score. She said for you to keep them. You might find they come in handy.”

“Handy for what?” retorted Jack before he had thought about the implications.

“If you need to dress in drag another time of course,” Nick retorted simply.

Jack now had his first dressing-up clothes. That sent a thrill through his body. He pretended it hadn’t. Nevertheless, in the evening, he sought out an online site and purchased two pairs of French nickers, a pack of six cotton panties and two strappy camisoles. “Can’t do any harm behind closed doors,” he told himself.

Come Friday morning a call on Jack’s mobile revealed Andy’s number. Jack had been trying to convince himself that he wold not care if Andy didn’t contact him again. Of course that was a huge fib. Jack’s hand shook as he engaged with the caller. “Hiya Andy, how’s things?” He tried to sound nonchalant.

“Are you free this weekend?”

“I’ve got football Saturday afternoon,” replied Jack automatically.

“Oh, yes, I forgot about your commitment there.” The line went silent. Jack cursed himself for the answer he had made. He could throw a sicky. He had only missed one match before. “Teatime onwards then?”

“Yes Andy. where…..”

“Is it a home match?”

Jack had to think. “Yes, it is.”

“I’ll pick you up at five o’clock outside the ground. Does that work for you|?”

“The timing is a bit tight. Make it five-thirty?”

“Five-thirty on the dot then.”

Come Saturday, Jack very nearly threw a sicky as far as playing football. As it was, his mind was not fully on the game, and he was substituted shortly after half time. The team manager was not pleased, but Jack was not as concerned as he would have been before he had any dealings with Andy.

Andy picked him up right on time and seemed pleased to see his protégé. “Another party, darling,” he said familiarly, kissing Jack full on the lips. “We must quickly get you into your ladyboy clothes.”

“My ladyboy clothes?” repeated Jack intrigued.

“Yes. That’s what you are now darling. Don’t fight it. That is what you want to be.”

Jack was lost for words. he wanted to dress right enough. He couldn’t deny his cock was getting in on the act at the mere thought of it. But him – a ladyboy? What exactly gorukle escort did that entail? It was not far to Andy’s garden flat and there was some comfort as Jack walked into the now familiar surroundings.

“I guess you showered at the club?” Andy asked and receiving an affirmative nod, “then straight into the bedroom and get changed. I’ll make you a sandwich for you to eat in the car.”

Jack wasn’t being given the chance to object – that is how he saw it. Secretly, he wanted to go along with what was planned for him. He felt so alive again sexually. The trip to Thailand had awoken something in him and he wanted to experience lots more. Why shouldn’t he?

There was his new uniform set out for him on the bed. He undressed totally and, naked, did not turn a hair when Andy walked in the room and gave him a modern day version of a wolf whistle, and the compliment, “fuck me, you’re gorgeous darling.”

Jack, full of added confidence, rolled up his legs the black mesh hold-up stockings first. Then standing up straight, legs apart, and with his prick eighty percent, Luke was put into a quandary. “You’re fucking teasing me, you bitch,” he whispered appreciatively. Putting temptation out of the way. he left the bedroom.

A padded bra did nothing other than give the short, thin cotton dress some shape and the knickers this time were in the French style; ruby red with back lace edging.

The next job, cosmetics, threatened to be difficult. To cover for his lack of expertise Jack determined to keep it simple. A little eyeshadow, a touch of mascara and then a deep red lipstick. In the mirror he decided he “didn’t half look good.”

They arrived at the party late owing mainly to congestion on the way over. “You’ve missed the pairings,” lamented the host. “So did the Simpsons. You take Gavin, Andy and your companion goes with Bernie. Is that O.K.?”

Jack pulled Andy to one side. “What the fuck is going on here?”

“It’s a party where we all swap partners. It used to be that the tops put their car keys in a bowl and the bottoms dipped in blindfolded. Now Eugene, the host, does the selection, again at random so he says, on his computer. Looks like you’ve got Bernie, Gavin’s husband and I’m paired with the wife. They’re a nice couple. You’ll be O.K.”

“Jackie?”

Startled, Jack turned round quickly.

“I’m Bernie. Welcome to the party. Lets go and find a drink.” It wasn’t so much an invitation but an order. Jack was somewhat stunned as the man he was paired with was old enough to be his father and some.

Jack did not so much ask for a glass of red wine but was given one. Bernie was dominant, that was for sure. He asked questions as if it were a career interview. “So, you’re virtually a virgin, Jackie?”

The younger man felt as if he was blushing a bright pink. “I’m sorry,” he started stupidly….!

“Sorry?” Bernie smiled for the first time. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, young lady. You’re about to make an older man very happy. I’ll book a room. We’ll go up now.”

Jack found there was something sexually appealing about Bernie. He was smartly turned out, clean, and smelled strongly of a heavy perfumed body wash. His face and bald pate were nicely suntanned. He was carrying some weight, quite paunchy but it was his air of authority, his directness, and his expectation of being obeyed that probably turned on Jack the most.

Bernie came back with a smile of satisfaction on his face. “I’ve bagged the sunroom down the garden, for as long as we want it. Bribery is one of my many fortes. Wine or beer Jackie?”

Jack chose wine simply because he thought Bernie would prefer him to. Bernie picked up two bottles before he led Jack out into the garden. “What about a corkscrew?” Jack wailed.

They crossed a lawn and, even though it was still light, there was an outside light burning on the porch of what could only be the summerhouse. Inside it was a lounge, a small kitchen, shower and toilet, and a bedroom; the latter being equipped with a double bed of course. Bernie went straight to a kitchen drawer and rescued a corkscrew. He had been in that chalet before, obviously. He freshened Jack’s glass.

Jack took a big slug of the red Bordeaux as he watched Bernie remove his shoes and socks, and then his trousers and underpants. His cock was big and fat and his balls looked to be swollen with semen. Jack guessed what was coming in his direction and own his prick, totally enlarged, complained about being confined in his cotton panties.

With his cock swaying from side to side Bernie headed for the settee, throwing off his jacket and wearing just a shirt. “Come and suck me, young lady,” he ordered.

Jack didn’t need any second bidding although he took another scoop of wine whilst the opportunity was there. Bernie had his legs open wide in readiness and Jack merely knelt between them.

TO BE CONTINUED

I came to Seal Beach, California not knowing what to expect.

“Remember, you’re on shore duty now, so take full advantage,” I remembered Dan telling me. “One day, you’ll look back on all this and regret the time you didn’t use wisely, primarily the time you had to smell the flowers, and just relax.”

I wasn’t understanding Dan (my commanding officer) at first for he came at me within the first few days of me being at the sleepy munitions unit responsible for loading ammunition to naval vessels based on the California coast.

I could recall for five years standing port sentry watches in extreme temperatures, or the countless underways to include three deployments of at least eight months each. I remember the constant drills, or just being on eggshells due to tempo even as a yeoman, an administrator within the U.S. Navy that equates to “human resources” on the civilian side of things. I was based in Norfolk in all that time, where we received four seasons: super cold, super hot, bipolar spring, and bipolar winter, yet I tried to make the best of it all for I went from E1 to E6 in that frame, being on the cusp or earning my bachelors in the process.

“You’re the only Sailor here I’ll allow to call me ‘Dan,’ when its just us,” he told me, as I was checking in and hanging in the office of not just anyone, but the commanding officer of my unit.

The burly white guy with stubbled chin, slight gut and twinkle, blue eyes stood up at six foot four, with his Bostonian accent and bravado to match. He was a guy that struck fear not just with rank, but with his intimidating demeanor as he never smiled and always looked angry. He claimed he’d heard about me from my last commanding officer, Captain Shunk, a guy he dubbed as “Greg” from a time when they worked worked together as junior officers some 20 years prior.

“Paul, you left an indelible impression on that ship,” Dan stated. “Greg spoke extremely highly of you when he gave me the heads up you were coming. I need the same energy here.”

Those words boomed off Dan’s lips and suddenly I felt the pressure as he set his expectations, then we stood up to shake hands before he signed my check in sheet so I could be on my way.

“Also, while I know of your work ethic, this is shore duty. Take advantage of your time here, shipmate,” Dan blurted out as I walked out.

I immediately hit the ground running at the command with positive changes, causing morale boost in an office of 11 when it was once perceived as “dark.”

He took notice as a few weeks later he called me into this office to reflect.

“I like the attitude you possess,” Dan told me. “There’s not a day that customers throughout the command don’t compliment your team.

I walked over to his office upon his request, but I was in the midst of a task and voiced being irked about the constant pats on the back.

“Sir, why is it you keep calling me in the office,” I playfully asked him once I entered his space.

“Can’t I talk to my YN1, and let him know how good of a fucking job he’s doing? Shut the door,” he said to me as he tinkered with a rubric’s cube. “This was a different atmosphere until you came here. Greg Shunk never lied to me, and he’s spot on yet again as this place has become night and day with you here.”

He rambled on about how it used to be, and where it was with me there after such a short period. I could admit it made me feel good to receive the accolades, and while he talked I realized that for the first time, I could actually focus more on myself for I had a team that wanted to share the load, but I also had the back of the commanding officer as from what Dan was showing at this very moment. After the conversation I took Dan’s advice about “time management,” and took to searching for schools to attend. I would get enrolled in a bachelors program two months later.

“So you’re a hard charger to be here on a Friday evening,” Dan said to me, as he came into the office in his summer whites uniform. “6 p.m., and your ass is still here? I should give you a fucking medal, kid, you just don’t stop!”

“Sir, I’m just doing homework,” I told him.

He’d just returned from attending a commissioning ceremony earlier down in San Diego, about two hours south from my command.

“I rarely wear this uniform,” he said speaking on how he hated how dirty it got just walkiing a few feet.

“I wear this uniform proudly when one of my comrades, or mentees, crosses over, whether it be promotion or retirement. You know how many times I’ve put on this uniform aside from an inspection?”

“Five,” I bursa eskort guessed.

“Try that times four, as I know 20 or so people I’m near and dear to that crossed over and are happier because of it. Paul, you keep doing what you’re doing and I could see myself putting on this uniform yet again, for you,” he said.

He had me stuck when he called my first name so boldly. Paul? Who gave him permission to call me by my first name and break military bearing? I let him continue the pep talk as he amped me up to become an officer, making me feel much better than even his comrade from the ship.

“Your ambition, your smarts, even your good looks, you’ve got it down pat, Paul,” he added as he had me stuck with calling my name like that. “But, with it all, the success is bolstered if you have a woman by your side.”

We talked until the sun disappeared, and I wondered on this good Friday why he wasn’t at home with his.

“She’s home with the kids, but she knows the nature of the job, she’s been with me for 19 years,” he said. “But it’s about me and you as we talk work and life balance. Can’t have that if you don’t have someone to go home to. What’s her name?”

I couldn’t answer that for there was no “her,” as I preferred “him,” and even he wasn’t present. I was single, but not lonely as it might’ve appeared, just more in tune with where I wanted to go and didn’t need a guy throwing me off course at the time. I explained this to him without using pronouns, as I wasn’t sure how he’d take me being a guy that liked other guys.

“Direct order to wrap up whatever you got going on, and prepare to go home,” he said as he interrupted me. “Homework is to be done at home.”

He headed back to his office a few feet to his office just a few feet from mine, as I could look from where I sat to see the door cracked. I watched the tall figure walk inside and grab a gym bag, then prepare to undress as he unbuttoned his top, then pulled off his t-shirt to show off that hairy chest. Dan had a dad bod, with his pinkish nipples poking through the thick rug od salt and pepper hair which covered his slight belly, and expanded navel. He didn’t notice me checking him out as he put on another t-shirt, before undoing his belt, and letting his white trousers fall to the floor as I noticed he wasn’t wearing underwear, but rather a thong between those thick, thighs of his that needed a tan with the rest of his skin.

“Sweet Jesus,” I said under my breath as it blew my mind to the crotch part of the garment struggling to hold the package he carried, as Dan wasn’t hard, yet he had a lot of “meat and potatoes” tucked into the front of the thong.

He even pulled that off, and I began to salivate seeing soft, yet fat cock and ball set, then he slipped on some boxers, jean shorts, before he straightened up himself and folded the uniform and headed towards the door. I acted as if I wasn’t looking.

“Paul, get up! C’mon, let’s go,” he said to me as he came back into the office, flickering the lights. “You got a change in clothes?”

“I brought some workout gear,” I responded.

“Put it on, and let’s go down to this bar in Costa Mesa and hang for a bit,” he told me, as he wrote off our illegal fraternization as “mentorship.”

I cut off the computer, placed all my schoolwork in folders, then into my bookbag with my books before I changed out of my uniform in front of him.

“Damn kid, you’re pretty stacked. All that time on the ship did you some good, I see,” he told me, as he noticed my barreled chest and six pack. “Maybe you could be my personal trainer and get me right.”

My definition of “getting him right” included more than tightening up his body, as it was more about me getting my hands, or mouth on his gorgeous, portly shell. I just kept quiet and took it all as compliments, as when I finished he and I high fived, then went outside to hop in his extended red Corvette.

“Friday night in California. I betcha life aint this grand in Norfolk, is it,” he yelled as we drove south on the Pacific Coast Highway with the top down, 70’s disco music blaring as we showed off.

We pulled into the lot of the bar some 20 minutes later as there were other Corvettes and sports cars parked, then walked inside to be greeted by mostly older men like Dan, in their late 40s to early 60s. I saw a handful of women, but it felt more like a sausage fest in Palm Springs with all the testosterone in view, mostly older white or Latino men in sunshades carrying on, acting like they all had the biggest dicks. Dan escort bayan and I went straight to the bar counter where he greeted the bartender, a short, twinky Asian guy, as t he directed the guy to give me whatever I wanted from an open tab. I ordered a vodka and coke, and he would have the same, with us taking it outside to the less crowded patio area. Dan broke out a cigar, and showed it was less about him being my boss, and more about two guys hanging out.

“Work and life balance, this is it right here,” he said.

I drank in every detail about Dan the same way I indugled in my drink: slow and steady, as I didn’t want to get too inebriated too soon on any accounts. Other guys in vicinity would chat with Dan, as I sat back and watched, and while I was succeasful in not catching a buzz of the liquor too soon, Dan had my full attention in a way where I wanted to continue to “soak him in.”

“Just taking my buddy out for a good time, he’s new to California,” he blurted out to a group of older, handsome guys.

It dawned on me that this was more than just a night out, but a true outing where the majority of the men were perhaps checking each other out. I finished my drink and became turned on, wishing for the chance to get my hands on someone after the bar, or vice versa, but Dan, sensing me being a little tipsy, would pay out the tab as he barely touched his drink.

“Waiter, let me get mine to go,” he told a guy, and the waiter returned with his drink in a Styrofoam cup.

He mentioned how he needed to get home before his wife became worried, and so we exited the establishment, and headed back north to the base.

“Are you gonna be okay to drive, son,” he asked.

“Sir, I’ll be fine,” I told him as I figured I wasn’t too bad off to go 10 miles to my place.

He cut off the engine as we parked beside my car, and he sat and talked me down until I became much more sober again. In my head while he spoke, I was thinking about how he undressed in the office, and how he looked mingling with other guys at the bar as this wasn’t my commanding officer, but a regular hunk that needed “some attention.” This very moment however he truly showed concerned, and only made me want him more.

“You say you’re good, then being ‘good’ doesn’t mean you head back into the building,” he said to me. “It means you go home and officially start your weekend!”

He knew me well, and so I agreed to leave, then we both got out of the car to and slap five like best friends. He wished me a safe weekend before he got back in the Corvette and sped off, and I would sit in my car for maybe 10 minutes, before decided I wanted to go back inside and finish my homework. I went to the front of the building and unlocked the door before cutting off the alarm, then headed directly to my office without cutting on the lights, pouring out my books and using the computer for illumination. I cut on music through my phone, listening to acts like James Brown and Marvin Gaye while I breezed through my assignments when I heard a voice speak, then singing to the music.

“Ohhhhh, what’s goooooing onnnn,” said Dan, as I looked up to see him just a few feet from me, naked from the waist down with his cock raging hard.

“I noticed you got kinda quiet when I mentioned a girl. I also noticed you checking me out as I purposely left my door open so you could see. That shit turned me on.”

He slowly walked over to my desk, then stood in front of me as reached over me to close the blinds with his cock and balls on my chin. I enjoyed his scent, as he made me hard giving me a sample with his body all over me.

“So what interests you,” he asked when he finished.

“I think you know,” I answered, as he stepped back a little.

“No Sailor, show me,” he said, as he grabbed the base of his thick cock.

Dan might’ve been carrying an eight or nine inch pole attached to his pelvis, with a thick salt and pepper bush at the base. He, too was a little tipsy and decided he needed to return to the office, all the while having the same feelings of me, as I had of him.

“I think we both like the same thing,” I told him.

“We definitely do,” he said, as he stepped to me and placed his right leg on the left arm of my chair.

I leaned forward to take that sweet pole with it’s pink head in my mouth, enjoying the air that came from his crotch as well as his full blooded stiffness. Dan was rock hard, so rigid that my lips somewhat hurt after a couple minutes of blowing him. I just loved the challenge of sucking a cock gorukle escort like his, and enjoyed the allure of doing my boss, with the dare of what we were doing that had stout consequences if caught.

“Greg didn’t tell me how sexy you are,” he said as he bobbed his hips back and forth gently fucking my face. “He didn’t say that at all.”

His big balls slapped my chin, and the hairs around his base tickled my nose as that cock plugged my throat. I kept my breath as not to gag, and thought about what he said about my last commanding officer while doing him. Did the two of them talk about me like this? Was “Greg” an “undercover” like Dan? I became even more motivated to take Dan’s “babies” at this moment as he basically admitted he had his eye on me from day one.

“I’m gonna make this your weekly duty to me,” Dan said, as right then he reached in my shirt to squeeze both of my nipples, getting me even hotter.

“That’s right Sailor, eat up that cock,” he whispered as he stopped moving, and I swirled my head around, applying pressure through my lips and tongue to pull that salty precum out of him.

“Dude, if you get me to cum, I’m gonna do you, too,” said Dan.

He started rocking his hips back and forth again, and I slipped out my tongue to tap his balls each time he rammed my throat.

“Oh shit, here it comes, babe,” he growled. “Fuck Paul!”

He yelled while blasting off at the back of my tongue, giving that sticky, salty semen to swallow. I put my hands around his thick hips as his were pulled the back of my head into his pelvis as he wanted me to catch every drop. I was happy to get that “commissioned cum,” as he had to pry me off of him when he finished.

“Now it’s my turn,” he told me.

We left my office and headed down the hall to the conference room, as he cut on the lights and closed the blinds, then directed me to strip naked and lay back on the conference table.

“Let’s see who nuts the hardest,” he said to me with hunger in his eyes, as now I was completely nude.

I sat back at the edge of the table, stretched out like a roasted pig while he sat in a chair, then rolled to me. He first looked at me smiling as I noticed his hair all disheveled, then he dipped his head to start licking my balls, taking his thick mustache against my sack as he brushed it left and right. That made me spread my legs wide, and he would spend a considerable amount of time there while the precum oozed out of me and fell on my stomach.

“You’re a dripper,” he said right as he maneuvered his tongue from my balls, down to my right thigh, to my leg, and to my feet as he began sucking my toes.

I lost my breath due to me being ticklish, and couldn’t keep still, then he began stroking my cock to counteract my fidgets, and giving double pleasure.

“Cum for me, YN1,” he said in a deep tone. “Shoot it all over my face.”

He wrapped his lips around my big, right toe, then rubbed my member even harder as he had me on the brink. I moaned, winced, damn near cried from the intense pleasure as no one did me like this. Dan had complete control, as I opened my eyes to see his with a sparkle, a sparkle that aligned with getting into my soul as this guy had me hooked on him

“Don’t hold back. Give me that nut,” he said as he started licking the ball of my right foot.

I’ll admit I was trying my best to hold back, but once he licked the ball of my foot, then pulled harder on my cock I couldn’t do anything to stop the furious flow of my sperm, as it shot out of me like a rocket into the sky.

“Got damnit Paul,” Dan yelled as he witnessed me gushing the way I did, shooting my seed a foot into the air, as it rained all over. “You fucker, why didn’t you warn me?”

He’d lick me clean as the nut spread all over my stomach, tickling me as I was super sensitive at this point.

“Kiss me,” he said after.

“Hell no,” I told him as I didn’t believe in tasting my own cum.

He reached up to me and stuck his tongue out anyway, and so I allowed him to give me back my own spunk, before we had a passionate smooch.

“Looks like we’ll have to sanitize the entire building now. It smells like us,” he joked afterwards.

He helped me off the table and we entered the cleaning closet down the hall to retrieve supplies to wipe the table, the chairs, then go into my office as I ended up wiping down surfaces, all while still barefoot and butt naked.

“I gotta go. I wanna do this once a week, but next time at a hotel,” he said to me before he dashed out the door. “One more thing: You’re the first black cock I’ve ever experienced.”

I got dressed, cleared my desk of school items before setting the alarm and darting for my car. I drove to my place high as the sky, hyped from knowing I had the captain wrapped around my finger, and more important: realizing that life in California, wouldn’t be the same as it was in Virginia.

BEN IS SHOWN THE ROPES 3

I was a gay college kid in 1971, going on a weekend trip to Brighton, the seaside resort on England’s South Coast with Robert, an older top guy who’d been regularly fucking me for the previous three months. He’d finished his work contract and was leaving the college town that I lived in, so this weekend would be our last fling. In between bouts of tying me up, and fucking my mouth and my ass, he’d introduced me to Pete, an old leather friend of his, who’d lived with his lover in Brighton for some years.

When he arrived at our hotel in the morning, Pete’s lover Tony turned out to be yet another sexy Scotsman; though, in contrast to his giant black-bearded partner, he was clean shaven, dark haired, green eyed, and stood a couple of inches shorter than me, about five foot ten, with a slim, wiry physique.

Greeting us with a smile and a handshake, he soon had us on the way to finding his favourite spot on the beach. Since this was the first really sunny and hot weekend of the spring, we had to negotiate our way past thousands of holiday makers in town. He took us for a long walk along the Promenade, getting further and further away from the biggest crowds, and eventually stopped at a relatively quiet spot. It was obvious why he’d brought us to this part of the beach; almost all the other people on the beach were blokes who seemed to be as interested in us as we were in them. Apparently this was a spot on the beach for those ‘in the know”; a semi-secret hangout for gay men.

I tried not to be too obvious, but couldn’t help staring at some of the attractive men arrayed about us on towels and chairs. Tony said hello to a few and nodded at others, then went off to rent a couple of deck chairs for himself and Robert, positioning them to get a good view both of the sea and of the half-naked sunbathers. He didn’t bring me a chair, since I’d told him, as we walked along, that I wanted to start on my tan by lying out on a towel.

As I was stripping down to my newly-purchased, speedo-style swim trunks, he placed my towel in front of their chairs, ensuring I’d spend the day at the feet of two sexy men. I rubbed on sun tan lotion, lay on my back and closed my eyes, still tired from my antics with Robert the night before,. I drifted off to a deep sleep, only waking when someone turned on loud rock music on their transistor radio. Opening my eyes, I looked up at Robert and Tony and realized they were grinning at the hard-on which had grown in my sleep and that my speedos were failing to hide. Blushing fiercely, I turned onto my stomach to hide it from any other possible onlookers, hearing Robert say to Tony as I did so,

“Remember what your dick was like when you were twenty? Randy young bugger just can’t help himself.”

Tony asked me if I’d like him to rub sun screen on. When I said yes please, he knelt down and began rubbing lotion with one hand, while his other one snuck under the waistband of my trunks, travelling down the crack of my ass and tickling my hole. That made me moan, and when I looked around to check who’d heard me, I saw Robert smiling conspiratorially at us, clearly having no objection to his old friend playing with me. It was a public beach after all, so Tony could only leave his hand down there for a few seconds before he pulled out and sat back, letting me settle down and wait for my dick to go soft..

I spent the rest of the day tanning on the beach, getting occasional extra lotion rubs from Tony, while the guys snoozed or chatted with some of the blokes sitting near us. They sent me to fetch sandwiches from a little café nearby and after lunch Robert and I ventured out into the sea until it came up to our chests. Once we were too far out for people to see us, Robert came up really close, and began pulling on a nipple with one hand and wanking my dick with the other. I might have cum right then and there if a group of girls hadn’t run screaming into the sea just along from us. Walking back to my towel, all I could think about was that both guys had played around with my body in semi-public situations; surely that was a good omen for later on that day.

We stayed on the beach till four o’clock, when Tony suggested we pack up and head out to his and Pete’s place. As we walked along, the guys talked about the renovations that Robert had done in the houses a few years before, while I was fantasizing about what the evening might bring.

Since the guys’ house was fairly close to the beach, it only took a few minutes’ before we’d turned down their street and were dropping our bags in the hallway. Tony led us into the living room, invited Robert to join him on the couch and asked him a question.

“What do you think, Bobbie? Do cock sucking boys get to wear clothes in the house? Or should he take everything off, including those tight little shorts he’s been parading around in all bloody day?”

That didn’t seem right to me; what if someone came in and found me wandering around the house, naked? I looked bursa merkez escort at Robert, thinking Tony must be joking, but he grinned and told Tony he thought it was a great idea! I couldn’t quite believe I’d be walking around in the nude in the guy’s living room in the middle of the afternoon, but I didn’t want to disobey these two masters, so I took off all my clothes as methodically as I could, hoping one of them would tell me to stop at some point. But neither said a word, so I piled my clothes against the wall and stood with my hard cock sticking straight out, proof that it liked being naked even it my sensible mind said no..

Now that I was ready for them, the guys unbuttoned their shorts and pulled out their dicks. Once they grew to hardness, I could see that Tony’s was about the same as mine, shorter and thinner than Robert’s. That didn’t matter though; it was a cock and I wanted to suck it. I looked from one to the other in an eager daze until Robert snapped at me.

“Hey, wake up and start with Tony, your generous host wants his cock sucked.”

I’d been playing with Robert for the previous three months, so this new cock was a treat. I knelt between his legs and was met with the sweaty scent of a body that had been out in the hot sun all day. I was eager to get my tongue licking that sweat from off his balls, but Tony didn’t want it. Grabbing hold of my head with both hands he growled down at me,

“Don’t waste your time with that, just take it down your throat.”

He drew my head into his groin, treating me the same as Robert had; a stern older man taking charge. I did everything in my submissive way to please him, while enjoying his scent and tasting his leaking pre-cum. I must have pleased him a little too much, since it felt like he got too close to the edge too soon. In response, he pulled my head away and passed me over to Robert, who’d been sitting quietly on the couch next to him, waiting patiently for his turn.

I chowed down eagerly on Robert’s cock, licking it from tip to root, and taking it down my throat, as Tony knelt behind me stroking my bum and touching my hole. Just as I was getting really excited at the prospect of being taken at both ends, I heard the sound of the front door opening and two sets of footsteps walking down the hall. Robert pushed my mouth off his dick and Tony stood up, and we all turned to see Pete walk into the room with a handsome young man in tow.

“Well, that’s what I like to see, two hot men and a naked cock sucker. Sorry if I broke things up..Anyway, Robert and Ben, this is Rem. He’s here in the UK for the summer from Holland. Tony and I met him a few nights ago at the pub.”

Staring up at the newcomers from my place on the floor, I saw that Pete was wearing the same things as the night before; a sleeveless white t-shirt, black leather shorts and knee-length boots, while the young Dutchman looked sexy in a tight t-shirt and denim jean shorts. Medium height and stocky, Rem was dark haired, and clean shaven with brown eyes and a big nose that matched the big package pushing out the front of his skin-tight shorts. He seemed embarrassed at being the centre of interest, so I felt I should welcome him. But when I tried to get up off my knees to shake his hand, Robert put his hand on my shoulder, and shook his head.

“Where are you going? You hardly got started and now there’s two more dicks to suck.”

I guess Rem looked so butch and his dick looked so big under his shorts that Robert thought he must be a top, not a bottom. But Pete quickly put him right.

“Hang on a minute, Robbie, Rem’s going to help out with the cock sucking, and judging by how good he was the other night, he’ll fit right in. Why not try him out? “

Hearing that, I shuffled over to the armchair where Tony was sitting on the other side of the room, while out of the corner of my eye, I watched Rem get naked. Pulling everything off and placing it all on top of my pile of clothes, he dropped to his knees in front of Robert and leaned forward. His body was really sexy, with a thick layer of dark hair covering his chest, groin and thighs, and his cock proved to be as gigantic as it had seemed under his shorts: as thick as a coke can and at least two inches longer than Robert’s; who up till then had been the biggest in the room. Looking at it, I wondered how I would ever deal with one that size, down my throat or up my ass! I was happy for the time being just having to deal with Tony’s normal-sized penis.

Robert also looked a little shocked, but quickly pulled himself together and took charge of the young Dutchman. And as his dick disappeared between Rem’s lips, I leant forward and did the same with Tony, who was less insistent than before. He let me spend time licking his balls and his taint, and even allowed my tongue to roam over his body, lick the sweat from his upper thighs and belly, and suck up a day’s worth of sweat from his underarms and upper bursa yabancı escort chest. Then, keen to impress, I swallowed his cock, getting him close to the edge before he pulled away, telling me it was still too early in the evening.

Meanwhile, I was feeling a little jealous every time I glanced over in Robert and Rem’s direction. It was clear that the Dutchman was a really good cock sucker, and that Robert couldn’t keep his hands off the younger man’s beautiful body. Each time I looked up he was caressing some part of Rem’s body, or fondling the monster between his legs. Eventually, he got Rem to stand up and turn sideways so that he could simultaneously wank the Dutch dick and thrust a couple of fingers up his hole.

Tony could see all this too and he responded. Putting me over his knee, he put two fingers in my mouth for me to get wet, and then thrust them into my eager hole, working them in and out until my moans were as loud as Rem’s across the room.

Meanwhile Pete sat fully clothed, watching the goings-on, occasionally rubbing his cock through the front of his trousers. He got up at one point to get tubes of Vaseline and hand them to Tony and Robert, but otherwise didn’t join in. After hearing him talk the previous night about his wild adventures with Tony, it was disappointing to have him so close yet so far away. But it seemed he was letting his old friend Robert and his lover get first dibs on the new boys.

Tony and Robert had just finished loosening up Rem and I and were about to take things to the next level, when I realized what Pete had been waiting for. Hearing a knock at the front door, he strode up the hallway and returned with another addition to the party. This new guy was no surprise to Tony, who turned and spoke to Robert,

“Bobbie, you remember Eddie? You should; you fucked the bastard the last time you were here.”

Robert grinned and nodded at Eddie, who returned the greeting and apologized for being late. Roughly the same age as Robert, Tony and Pete, he was the same height as Tony, but heavier, with a full head of blonde hair. He immediately took his clothes off, exposing a totally shaved body below the neck and the smallest dick in the room.

With the party complete, the three tops took their clothes off. Since I’d seen Tony’s body on the beach and his cock just a few moments ago, Pete was the only I hadn’t seen in the nude. Stripping off exposed a smattering of black hair across the chest of his tall bear-like body and a good sized dick as big as Robert’s, lengthier than Tony or me. I was glad to see that his wasn’t another monster like Rem; I was feeling inadequate enough as it was!

Eddie’s arrival meant there were three couples now. I was impressed that, after talking to Robert the night before, Pete and Tony had been able to rustle up a pair of hotties on such short notice, ensuring no one need be left out on a night of serious fun.

With a room of naked blokes, things got serious fast. Eddie dropped to his knees in front of Pete, and started to enjoy himself, as Robert put Rem on his knees in front of one of the armchairs, with his upper body resting on the seat, then knelt behind him and started fucking hot Dutch ass. Not to be outdone, Tony pushed me down over the upholstered back of the same chair, leaving my head resting on the back of the same cushion, facing Rem.

Tony probably wanted the two of us to see the grimaces on the other’s face while we were getting fucked; so it would have come as a big surprise when Rem moved his head closer to mine so he could kiss me. I was shocked too, but soon responded enthusiastically. Up to this point, we hadn’t had a chance to even speak to each other, so this ended up being a sweet moment of connection.

However, the sight of us French-kissing didn’t go down well with Tony, who muttered something under his breath about “this ain’t a fucking romance,” stopped fingering me and thrust his cock straight into me instead. Luckily he’d put enough Vaseline in me by that point that the insertion didn’t hurt much and had soon turned from pain to exquisite pleasure. With Eddie sucking on Pete, Robert fucking Rem and Tony thrusting his cock into me, the room went quiet,; the only noises being the slaps of hips against bums, along with our moans and groans. I think I was the noisiest, as Tony’s dick pistoned in and out of me, a fuck-machine performer competing with Robert to see who could fuck the hardest. But before either could win a gold medal, Pete’s voice broke the silence.

“Bloody hell, am I the only one sweating like a pig in here? It’s so damn hot outside that the house is hot as hell now too. We should have gone down to the basement an hour ago. It’s the only cool part of the house and that’s where the equipment is”

He wasn’t the only one sweating; since the living room had really heated up. There’d been a minor heatwave for the last few days and the house, like most in Britain, bursa sınırsız escort lacked air conditioning, so the energetic activities of six men had upped the temperature in the room dramatically. It had got so uncomfortably hot that no one complained about having to move the party downstairs. Like everyone else, I was thankful for the rush of cooler air that greeted me as I descended into the basement, though I was surprised at the sight that greeted me when I reached the bottom of the stairs.

A large cellar space ran the length of the house, fitted out with all the equipment that serious leather men could wish for. There was a sling in one corner, a well-constructed fuck bench with ankle and wrist restraints stood at the foot of the stairs, a St Andrews cross was fixed against the far wall, there was a long massage table with restraints hanging off it in the middle of the room, along with a battered old chest of drawers that turned out to contain all manner of sex toys and implements.

Behind me on the stairs, Rem whistled in surprise and quietly muttered some Dutch swearwords. He told me later that the guys hadn’t shown him the basement when they’d brought him home earlier that week, taking him straight up to the bedroom instead. He was a sweet guy who loved “normal” sex and was very good at it. He wasn’t kinky and the sight of all this BDSM equipment made him think of turning round and leaving. The only reason he didn’t leave turn was how much he was enjoying his time with Robert; so when the latter called, he eagerly walked over to the corner and climbed up into the sling.

As Robert prepared him with lube from a jar hanging off the sling, the other two tops got organized, with Pete taking charge of me as Tony grabbed his old buddy Eddie. While the latter looked happy as he was led over to the fuck bench, I was ecstatic about coming under the big man’s control, especially when he whispered in my ear.

“Last night, Bobbie said you loved bondage. Is that right, son? If that’s true you’ll be getting tied up tonight? You ready for that?”

“Yes, please sir. Robert’s right, I absolutely love it, thank you, sir.”

“All right, we’ll see about it later on, I like making my boys helpless.”

When he saw how visibly excited I’d become, he gave my stiff cock a couple of hard slaps with the palm of his hand. That had the effect of producing a steady stream of pre cum, which made him laugh.

“Kinky fucker, you like being slapped around too, eh? What about your tits, how do they like being played with?”

His hands went up to my chest and began squeezing and twisting my nipples, finding instantly how wired they were to my cock. As he played with them, I stood by passively, moaning and adoring the big guy as he towered over me. He enjoyed himself for a while before pulling straight down on them, forcing me to my knees with my mouth at dick level.

“You’d better hope your cunt hasn’t dried out after Tony fucked you, ‘cos the only lube you’re getting is what you leave on my dick. Get sucking.”

Taking him at his word, I got on it right away, licking furiously and swallowing as deep as I could, trying to cough up throat slime. Impatient to get inside me, he soon pulled me back up on my feet and led me across the room, bending my body over the end of the massage table, with my feet on the floor and my asshole at the same height as his groin. Thankfully, the lube and the saliva was enough to make his entry uncomfortable rather than painful, and he soon found my “A spot’.

After a few wonderful minutes, he pulled his cock out, slapped me on the bum and said he wanted to see my face while he fucked me. He turned me onto my back, balanced my ankles on shoulders and jerked my body to the edge of the table. Having me on my back let him to do a lot more than just watch my expression; his hands could resume their fiendish work on my nipples and he was able to squeeze and slap my oversized balls, quickly reducing me to a shuddering, begging, moaning mess.

Lying there, I mostly stared up into his eyes, like a deer in the headlights, though sometimes I’d manage to tear my glance away to see what else was happening. The sight of Eddie being fucked with his wrists and ankles cuffed to the fuck bench made me jealous, since I longed to be tied down like that, while over in the other corner, Robert was ploughing Rem’s ass hard and fast, reminding me of the dozen or so times he’d done the same with me.

I noticed that all three top men regularly slowed down and even pulled out for short periods whenever they looked like climaxing, not wanting to be the first to break up the fun. However, since Rem was such a hot boy, Robert was understandably the first to fail, gasping as he pulled out and sprayed his load all over the Dutch boy’s face, chest and stomach. As I thought, there’d been an unspoken competition; since once they saw him ejaculate, the other two paused, and Pete poked fun at his old friend.

“Well, well, boy cunt squeezed the cum out of you, eh? Getting a bit old for this, I suppose. Better sit down and have a rest, old man.”

As Rem closed his eyes and lay back in the sling, Robert laughed and shook his head at the taunting. Pete pulled me up on my feet and dragged me by the ear over to where Robert had sat down to rest on a small in the corner bench and pushed me down to my knees.

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction. I, as the author, do not condone any act or activity in the story. All characters in this story are 18+ years old. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, and any resemblance of places current or past, are purely coincidental. You may not reproduce this story, in whole or in part, as it is an original work by the author.

Inside Jacket Synopsis, Part 3: A 22-year-old married man finds his way back to Glen after his solo play adventure takes him to new heights and depths.

Personal note: The activities, objects, and feelings are true, but not the names and exact places. This is a chronological continuation of the “Budding Sexuality with Glen” series. This series is the next stage in our relationship where Glen and I are a “couple” without saying it outright.

Sorry if the previous story wasn’t as expected, but hey, we all go through some discoveries don’t we? I didn’t realize there was a lot to tell about my special toys, and to set up the types of fun Glen and I would have. If you want the story of how I got to this point please read the “Budding Sexuality with Glen” series and the earlier parts of this “Continuing…” series.

Continuing Adventures with Glen, Part 3

My discovery of enemas assisted me when I wanted to dig out my toys and didn’t feel “clean.” I didn’t need enemas most of the time, they were sometimes just about discovery and fun. My typical routine of the next few weeks after the first turkey baster enema was to just get my toys out, lube myself up, and have a nice solo anal masturbation session.

Using a baster was annoying, especially with all the cleaning up to hide my activities from my wife. In addition, the hard surface of the baster would scratch my anus leading to bad sessions. It wasn’t long before I discovered the kitchen sink hand-sprayer to gush water into my colon quickly, which distended my gut, before I’d release it all into the toilet. Sure I was clean, but it seemed too much extra work at the time and stopped doing that as quickly as I started. I also learned that too much water is NOT good, which is another reason I stopped for awhile.

A few weeks had passed and my routine was getting boring. I wanted to be intimate with Glen again. Sure, we still worked together on weekends, flirted, and went to after bar time parties, but there was no physical relationship for three months or so. I think he had given up on me, but also he didn’t move on.

It was a Friday night after the lull from Glen and I last had sex I finally got the nerve to see if he was interested in fooling around again. We had still been flirty and grabby with each other, which increased each weekend we worked together, but I didn’t want any more than that. With my hormones raging from my solo anal play during the week, I decided to bring some toys to the job that night. I hoped Glen was interested!

I stashed lube, a few condoms, and two dildos into the trunk of my car and off I went to work with a semi hard-on most of the drive. I wasn’t sure if Glen would want to use the toys, whether on me, or him or with both of us, but I knew he couldn’t say no to me. I joked a few times with him about dildos to gauge his interest, and he was hesitant but interested. Yes, I was that cocky and ignorant with Glen and should have considered his feelings for me more. I couldn’t see past my own arousal with quick access to someone I knew wanted me.

The night was a little more electric than usual. My horniness was off the charts and caused me to tease Glen way more than previous nights. There were times Glen responded after I’d grab his ass or his ever increasing erection, “you’re being so naughty,” or “what am I going to get?” Most times I smiled and walked away leaving him to groan in a fun and frustrated way.

We happened to be in the mop room at the same time that night and I whispered close to his ear, “I’ve got another surprise for us. It’s been awhile, so maybe you won’t like it.” Before backing away, I stuck out my tongue and flicked his ear.

“Oh my god. You’re driving me nuts!” as Glen gave my crotch a quick squeeze. “Why won’t you tell me!?” I smirked and left the room before I started sporting a very noticeable erection for the whole bar to see.

The night wound down to a few bar flies as we closed at 2:15am. The bartenders cleaned up their areas and left for the after bar party. Glen and I, not bar bursa sınırsız escort tending that night, told them we weren’t going to make it – for our own separate reasons. We finished closing the bar down, but it went slow with all the teasing and petting we were doing in between cleaning.

We met at Glen’s “old” place since he hadn’t officially moved yet. I couldn’t wait until he moved as it would be 15 minutes closer to where I lived. We had chatted about how we could see each other during the week at his new place, which happened eventually – with a couple new stories there.

I arrived at Glen’s to find he hadn’t moved anything yet, it was the same old comfortable place. We got in and opened some beers, played darts, and made some small talk.

“So are you ever going to tell me what the surprise is?”

“Well, it’s not something to tell but to show,” I stumbled a bit to say more, but got out, “wait, I gotta get something.” I walked out to the car and brought in a paper bag.

Glen was really curious now, “What’s that?”

“Something for a little later. I’m going to put it in the bedroom if you don’t mind?” I said playfully with a little sexy whisper to my voice.

Glen was waiting in the living room and opened more beer for us as we unfocused on our darts game and zeroed in on a game of rubbing each other’s cock. The air was thick with sexual tension as we played darts again and teased one another while the other was attempting to throw. For extra measure, we upped the game to include peppermint schnapps shots if we hit the wood on the board. Needless to say, we were both purposefully hitting the wood and had to stop playing after three shots each.

It was then I realized I had to call my wife and let her know I was too tipsy to drive and would be much later after doing shots. I had Glen turn up the music to make it sound like the after bar party was happening in another room. After the quick call, I was now free to stay much longer.

Glen turned the music back down and asked, “Now what?”

I said, “I don’t know. but how about this…” I knelt down, unzipped his pants, pulled his boxers down to underneath his balls to find his semi hard circumcised cock in front of my face.

Glen was slightly taken aback and gasped, “This is a nice surprise!” He gasped again as my mouth took his whole cock in. My tongue started to play with his stiffening rod until it was full. I was inexperienced with giving blowjobs and couldn’t take him in fully. Glen was the only one I played with, so I didn’t know much about bobbing or tongue use or anything. But, I was glad I got him hard so quickly!

My very bad blowjob came to end when I stood up and told Glen we should move the bedroom. He happily agreed and wanted to return the favor.

We stripped down to our shirts and socks and got into a side by side 69 position. I returned to my very poor blowjob skills and noticed I was sometimes scraping my teeth on him. After the second “ouch” from Glen I started stroking him instead.

Only a couple minutes passed before I told Glen to sit back for the surprise. As I reached over the edge of the bed, my ass went into the air and Glen said, “What do we have here?” Next thing I know his tongue is on my hole, flicking fast and lunging in as far as he could go. I couldn’t help but push back to get more of his tongue.

Whatever I’d been doing with the toys the last few weeks had an effect on my anus. I started to feel tingly around my hole as I dropped the bag and focused on Glen’s wiggling tongue.

“Oh god, Glen! That’s so good.” Whatever feelings of embarrassment I had when we had sex were now gone. I didn’t care, I wanted this feeling to last and I wanted his tongue deeper.

I pushed back enough on Glen’s face that he fell back on the bed while I straddled his head. I did all I could to not stroke myself or him, but he read my mind and moved his right hand from my hip, reached around, and started stroking me. I was laughing and moaning at the same time. There was no way to stop whatever sounds were coming out of me while I was getting stimulated from both sides. I wasn’t going to last long and was afraid I’d suffocate Glen as I kept pushing my ass down on his face.

I got off him, turned around, and we caught our breaths for a moment. Glen got up to use the bathroom and wash up. Before he came back I reached bursa merkez escort into the bag and took out the lube and toys to hide them under the very disheveled blanket. I also took off my shirt as I was now warm.

When Glen came back I helped him take his shirt off. “Now what should we do?” he asked.

“Well, have you been with anyone else since we last fooled around?” For some reason, it was then that I was concerned about being safe, maybe due to the type of playing I was going to introduce.

“Nooo, I waited for you, silly!” I always knew Glen as genuine and honest, but to play him a little I asked him further questions.

“Are you sure? Maybe you were seeing someone else?”

“I’m sure! I was even tested a few weeks ago. I can show you my slip that I’m clean. What about you?” Glen was getting a bit impatient with my teasing.

“Well, just Susie. How can I think of any other guy? I’ve got you. Anyway, I was waiting for you.” With that, I turned him around to lay reclined with his head against the headboard. I kissed down his chest and belly, and started sucking his fully hard dick.

I didn’t think I’d do this – like many things in the past months – but my hands reached under his ass and started to squeeze them to push his groin into my face. I wanted this man in all sorts of way and I couldn’t’ get enough. Only a minute later I sat up and reached for the lube.

I squirted a little on my fingers which made their way to my ass. I fingered inside as much as I could. “Give me your hand,” I whispered to Glen as I squirted lube onto his fingers. “Lube up. We’re going to have some fun now. This is a surprise for us.”

“Oh really!” Glen laughed while I heard his fingers squish lube into his ass. His laughing turned to small whimpers and bigger breaths. God, he looked sexy while he fingered himself with one, then two fingers. We never talked about whether he played with himself anally, or was otherwise experienced taking a cock, but it was hot watching him.

I did what I could to keep from straddling him and impaling myself. I had to decide which toy to use; I brought my standard 7″ cock with balls dildo and had an initial expectation to start with it if Glen was a bit iffy on using toys. But, I threw caution to the wind, so I reached for the other toy I brought, the double dildo. I bought it a few weeks prior and it became my new toy of choice, especially when I learned about enemas.

When I pulled the 16″ clear purple double dildo from under the blanket I said, “Here’s the surprise. Are you ready?”

“Oh, you are naughty,” as Glen got more serious in tone and interest.

I lubed up the dildo on the end he’d have. I lined it up to Glen’s hole, and asked, “Are you ready?”

Glen sighed, “Oh yeah.” I began to push ever so slowly and the dildo head popped in. I held it there waiting for Glen to react. He gave a slight grunt and edged his butt toward the dildo.

“You okay?” I asked as I held the pressure on the dildo with both hands.

“Mm, hmm,” Glen moaned. This was my clue to bring my ass close to the other end of the dildo so I could take the other side. I scissored my right leg over Glen’s leg while my left leg was already under his.

I lubed my end of the dildo and aimed it for my hole. I took a couple deep breaths to relax, scooted my butt towards Glen and suddenly, the dildo slid into my hole like it knew where to go. I let out a big, joyful moan as I felt the rubber invader slip as deep as it could go. Glen’s ass was holding his side tight.

Glen asked, “Is it in?” I moaned a subtle yes. I wanted more and wanted to fuck Glen with it at the same time, so I grabbed the middle between us and began to move it slowly.

I saw Glen focused on the feelings he was getting, which I never saw before since I never fucked him. His intensity made me happy as I lubed up the dildo in our holes. As I bent upward to lube us, more of the dildo slid into me and for the first time I saw Glen and I connected with the rubber dick. This was a dream, something I saw in a video and wanted to experience with Glen, to fuck him and get fucked at the same time. I felt a connection deeper than physical, a need to pleasure him and fulfill my needs, a want to continue to make him happy. I paused to feel our literal connection and enjoy the emotional connection.

The quickly cooling lube brought bursa escort bayan me back to reality as I felt my fingers touch Glen’s anus. The lube allowed the dildo to slip into Glen deeper. I started to slowly move the dildo in and out of us. With our breaths increasing and more movement, I started to lose my grip. I thought the dick might slip out of me if I lost my grip, but it didn’t. I wanted our asses together and took the opportunity to scoot my ass all the way Glen’s ass. I did it, but most of the dildo was in me and I seemed to have some control of it.

When I had pushed towards Glen he moaned loudly from more of the dildo sliding into him. The feeling was incredible! We were ass to ass, and in our half-reclined state our dicks were touching. I had to ignore our dicks as I wanted Glen and I to fuck each other with the dildo, so I grabbed his upper thighs to hold him close. His movements and my pushing and pulling on his thighs caused the dildo to wiggle in both of us. Glen did the same with my thighs and we got into a rhythm of alternating fucking each other on the double cock. In and out, back and forth, and all the squishing and moaning had turned us wild.

Glen wasn’t a talker, so his grunting let me know he was loving it. I couldn’t stop talking, “Oh Glen! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god, yes. This is so fucking hot. I love this so much. Ahh, awww, ohh fuck.”

We sped up our grinding which heated my asshole even more. I added more lube to Glen’s side and could tell the dildo went into him more when his moaning changed. I began to grind up and down and side to side as I felt a strange feeling coming over me. Something inside me had turned from anal pleasure to a deeper feeling, a tingling I hadn’t felt in a while in my gut. Whatever that was, I wanted to find it’s end result. My cock was rock hard and flailing about with Glen’s as our fucking increased. Then, in a surprise move Glen grabbed our dicks and stroked them together.

I leaned back to enjoy imagining Glen fucking me with his real cock, “Oh my god, that’s so good. Do you like the surprise? Do you like us fucking each other?” I was lost in feelings and wanted Glen to feel as good as he does when he would fuck me.

“This is definitely a surprise. I like it.” Glen grabbed the lube and poured it over our dicks that he was stroking. “Is this okay?” he asked as he nudged his ass towards me causing the dildo to twitch a little further inside me.

“Oh fuck. Oh yeah. I’m gonna cum. Keep going, I’m gonna cum.” Glen sped up his stroking and tried dildo fucking me more as I just gave in. This was a dream come true and I was in ecstasy over it.

Glen raised his ass a few times to continue fucking the dildo and me, and began his familiar soft grunt sound. I knew he was going to cum soon. And, so was I.

Suddenly, a new kind of orgasm exploded from me – one from higher in my belly. My cum shot in the air and Glen followed right after. My hole tightened around the dildo hard as my cock forced out more cum than I thought I had. Glen kept stroking my shaft as I let out guttural moans and hunched my ass close to his balls. Our cum began to pour out over Glen’s fist as he slowed his stroking to a stop. His post orgasm giggling was making me laugh. As we caught our breaths we watched as our cum fell onto the exposed portion of the dildo still in our asses.

Glen let go of our cocks and sighed, “What a mess. A good mess. Why are you so naughty?”

“I could tell you loved it. That was fucking incredible. But, you can’t get me pregnant this way.”

“Oh just you wait. But, I am spent for the night,” Glen said as he pulled back from the dildo with a small squishy pop when it released. “I’m going to clean up. I’ll be right back.” He threw some towels from the bathroom my direction so I could begin to clean up the bed.

As Glen showered I lay spent and let the dildo slowly release from me. I felt fulfilled, like taking this step was comforting in a way. Yes, carnal, but deeply satisfying. Toys wouldn’t be much in our future play, but this was definitely a milestone.

I cleaned up the bed and laid the clean side of the blankets down as I got up. Glen got out of the bathroom and I went in for my own shower and to clean the dildo. By the time I was done, all three shots of liquor had hit me and I was exhausted. With a towel on, I decided to lay down for a nap before putting on my clean clothes to go home in.

Glen was basically asleep with a shirt and his sleep pants on. So, I snuggled and spooned him from behind and fell asleep.

I awoke about 5:30am and with Glen still sleeping, I gathered all my toys, got dressed, and headed home. On the way, my sensitive and good-throbbing hole made me wonder when I could meet Glen again. Next time our fun would be with his real cock.