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Dr. Greg Phillips looked at his watch, it was 3:30pm on a Friday afternoon, and he only had one patient left, a young man named Jason Johnston. Dr Phillips was a 45-year-old psychiatrist, who thought of himself as a fairly decent looking man. At 5’10” and 190lbs, and a good build, he was a decent catch for anyone his age.

Dr. Phillips really wasn’t looking forward to this session; the younger patients usually tended to be boring and were just merely looking for some direction in life.

I took a big sigh, and got up and walked out into the waiting room. My first impression of Jason was a fairly young guy 21-24; he appeared to be athletic and well dressed.

“Hello there, (as he extended his hand) ” Jason Johnston I presume?” The young man in front of him stood up and shook the older mans hand.

“Nice to meet you, and Yes I am Jason.”

I then turned around and started back towards my office telling Jason to follow me. I told Jason to take a seat on the couch, relax, and that I would be right with him. I walked over to my desk grabbed my notebook and pen. I walked back over towards the couch that was occupied by the young man, and took a seat on the very first present I had received when I graduated and became a licensed Psychologist; I simply called it “The Chair.”

“So Jason, tell me why are you here today?” as I opened up my notebook and prepared to jot down some notes.

“Well, I am kind of embarrassed to talk about it, but it is driving me crazy so I have to get it out, I…I think that I am addicted to sex!” he said.

I took a moment, paused and replied, “What exactly do you mean by that Jason?”

“Well, Jason reluctantly replied, ” I think about it all the time!” Every time I see a good looking girl, or a sexy ad on TV, or anything remotely related to sex, I get all…you know…hot and bothered.” Jason’s cheeks slowly turned a deep red.

“Well, I replied, ” You are a young man, and that is not at all uncommon for an individual your age.

“I know that, but there is more.” As Jason slowly looked back towards the Dr. ” I masturbate all the time, I do it everywhere, and I just can’t stop.

I was immediately taken aback from the bluntness of Jason, but this was nothing that I couldn’t handle…or so I thought. I asked, “What exactly do you mean, you do it everywhere?”

Jason took a deep breath and replied, “Well, I masturbate at least 4 times a day, and I can’t control when I do it. When I feel the urge, I have to make myself cum or else I can’t concentrate and I get all tense inside.

“Jason”, I replied, ” What sorts of things make you feel the need to masturbate, bahçelievler escort I mean…give me an idea of what we are talking about here.

Jason, who it seems was beginning to loosen up, gave him his first example. “One of my favorite things to jerk off to, are sex stories. There is this site on the Internet that has thousands of stories, stories that involve any kind of situation you could imagine. I visit that site daily and always find a good story to masturbate to.

I immediately picked up on one of the words he used “situations”. “Jason, what kinds of situations do you enjoy reading about?” I asked.

“Well, he replied, ” I actually have three favorites that I like to read about, Mind control, Lesbian sex, and…um…Gay male.” Jason’s red color returned to his face.

The last one took me by complete surprise. I would have never thought that his jock standing in front of me was gay, or bi…or at the least curious.

“Jason, what is your sexual preference?” I asked.

“Actually doc, I think that I am bi curious, I mean… I have love women, I love every aspect of women, but I love sex so much, that I want to try it all; I want to try to be with a man as well.

Hearing this actually started to make sense, after all most people who had an over-charged sex drive are bisexual.

“Jason are you attracted to all men?” I calmly asked.

“Actually, no, I have never found myself attracted to men of my age, they are always older than me, I always fantasize about being with older men, and don’t go getting all Freudian on me…saying that I like older men because my dad never held me enough or any of the Oedipus complex bull crap!”

Ok…so I couldn’t go there yet, but I would have to get back to it. I decided to take a completely different approach. “Jason, would you mind if I put you under hypnosis? I feel that it is the best way to get all of your feelings out, this way you are totally free and can just speak your mind with no worries.

Jason sat up, and looked right at me…he starred at me for a few seconds…than as quick as he got up, he laid back down. “Ok, I do not see any problems with that, lets do it.”

I inched my chair closer to Jason, and told him to be calm, and relax.

“Jason, I want you to relax, I want you to let go of all of your thoughts and just concentrate on my voice. Just close your eyes, and loosen up inside. Hear my voice, you are feeling calm now…very calm…almost like you are drifting off to sleep, but I don’t want you to sleep, I want you to clear your mind and imagine that bağcılar escort you are all alone…laying on a cloud…just you and the cloud…no sound…no..worries…just you and the cloud…the cloud…and you…calm…silent…

Jason, seemed to just go completely limp, and I knew that he was now completely under.

“Jason, can you hear me?” I asked.

“Yes, I hear you Doctor.”

I realized that in order to get to the route of Jason’s darkest and deepest emotions, I had to find out what it is he really wanted.

“Jason, I want you to do me a favor, will you do me a favor?” “Yes” Jason replied.

“Jason, I want you to tell me your darkest and deepest fantasy, the one that gets you the most excited and scared at the same time, can you do that Jason?”

“Yes doctor, Jason replied. ” I can do that.”

“It starts off with me walking into a waiting room. I am very nervous because I know that I am not really there for the reason that I should be. My reason for being there is because I want to seduce my therapist. I want to make a powerful older man want me.

I was not quite sure what was going on inside me, but I started to feel a slight twinge between my legs. Jason was describing exactly why he came here today.

“I picture myself being lead, Jason continued, “Into his office where he tells me to lay on the couch. I than begin to tell the doctor that I love sex, all forms of sex. The couch is not facing the doctor so I can not see him; he is behind me over looking me. I tell the doctor that I play with my hard cock all the time…I fuck myself all the time, I always want sex. I tell him that I love women, but I am also curious about men. I know that this will get his attention.

The slight twinge that used to be between my legs now has lead to an enormous erection.

“What is going on, I think to myself, ” I am not gay, nor have I ever thought about being with a male before.” And yet there it is between my legs…trying to break its way through my boxers and my khaki pants.

Jason was still speaking about his fantasy, ” I tell the doctor that it is him that I think about when I masturbate. I picture myself on his couch when all of a sudden the doctor tells me to stand up and take my clothes off.”

“I completely shed all of my clothing and I am standing there naked in front of the doctor.” The doctor than tells me to get down on my knees and crawl up to him in his chair. The doctor slowly unzips his pants and frees his rock hard cock.

” I know that I should stop this”, the doctor thinks to himself, but he ümraniye escort can’t. He is completely wrapped up in this fantasy he wants to know how it plays out. He looks over at Jason and sees a bulge in his pants, and notices that the bulge in his own pants is beginning to hurt, he has to release it..He has to get rid of it.

I can’t help it; I slowly unzip my pants and release my aching cock from its prison, and slowly start stroking it.

“I slowly crawl up to the doctor and his beautiful hard cock, Jason begins to rub himself through his pants.

“I stand up on my knees and bow my head down to the very tip of his anticipating cock, and lick the pre cum off the top of his cock”

Furiously stroking his own cock the doctor wants to cum badly…he wants to feel this young kids mouth around his cock.

” I than begin sucking the doctor’s cock. I bob my head up and down and stroke the bottom of the shaft as my lips move up and down on his rod. The doctor than slowly leans over to my ear and whispers ” Make me cum my little slut”. This is all I need; I begin to deep throat his monstrous cock, going up and down as fast as I can…

The doctor now can’t take anymore…he wants this kid. He needs this kid…he is so close to cumming…he needs to cum…that is all that is on his mind.

“As I slam my mouth up and down the doctors hard cock I feel him begin to tense up. I than take my free hand and reach underneath is balls down the crack of his ass, until I find his precious asshole…I insert my finger deep into his hole…and just as I do that the doctor lets out a load moan, and erupts into my eager mouth.

Just then the doctor feels his balls begin to thighten; he is going to cum…he stands up and blows his load into the air, and lets out a deep moaning experiencing the deepest organism he has ever had.

I quickly grab a towel, and erase any evidence of what just happened and weak at the knees, I slowly stumble my way back into my chair.

I decide that that his is enough for today. I have idea what came over me, but what scares me is that I liked it.

“Jason, I am going to count to 3 and you are going to wake up. You will not remember anything that we just talked about, and you will feel good and refreshed. 1…2…3!

I watch as Jason opens his eyes and sits up. He slowly looks down at his pants, and I know then that he came in his pants during our little exercise.

“Jason, I stated, ” The exercise went very well, and I think that we are making progress; I would like to meet with you again soon, how does next Monday sound?

“Sure doc, was Jason’s retort, “I’ll be here, same time same place.”

And with that he got up shook my hand and walked out of the room…

I wasn’t sure what I had planned for the next time, but I knew that it was going to be fun…

* * *

Please let me know if you like this story, and I would be very glad to continue, this is one of my very own personal fantasies…I hope you enjoy.

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This story takes place during the Winter of 1970.

***

I suppose I should have felt guilty given the things that were going through my mind as I looked at my young guest sitting next to me on the couch, staring at the pornographic magazine in open-mouthed wonder, but I didn’t.

Young Preston Phillips III was the young fellow who, along with his mother had lived next door to me for the last ten years or so. The lad in question was hypnotized by the graphic photos of the men and women in the pictures. I was amused by the way he was trying hard to not let me see how interested he was in the other magazines on the coffee table, the ones that didn’t have women in them.

Preston was gay, although I doubted his mother knew it. She was too occupied with her own life, and since her husband had moved out seemed determined to do as little mothering as possible. Recently she had been sending Preston to some high class prep school, on her ex-husband’s dime no doubt, so she could fuck every swinging dick within reach and not have to worry about her kid catching her.

That was probably a good thing too, because having this little cutie next door all the time would be way too tempting for a horny old guy like me. This boy – or should I say man, because somehow in testimony to how time seems to fly when you get older, the kid had somehow become 18. Preston also happened to be the sweetest little twink I had ever seen.

He was the spitting image of the actor that played Dennis the Menace on that television show, cowlick and all. Naturally blonde hair and a dimple on the chin, Preston probably didn’t pack more than 125 pounds on what looked to be no more than a 5’6″ frame. He was adorable, and the fact that he was an adult, at least chronologically, made my thoughts legal even if they were naughty.

Preston had come over here to help me clean out the cellar, and it was his mother that had offered her son’s services to me, after I inquired whether she knew of anybody in the neighborhood interested in doing some odd jobs.

“My Preston will be home for the holidays next week,” his old lady informed me, and she seemed exceptionally delighted to volunteer her son for the work.

“Great!” I had said, inside thinking what a bullshit mother she was, trying to get rid of the kid during the little period of time he was actually around.

He was a pleasant enough lad, very straight-laced compared to much of his generation, neat and well-groomed unlike many of his contemporaries who sported long hair and bad manners. While I worked along with Preston, I tried to imagine what this little twink would look like with his clothes off.

How Preston ended up on the couch looking at my dirty magazines was even easier than I had hoped. I “accidentally” unearthed the stash of porn, and after assuring Preston that I didn’t mind if he looked at them, he jumped at the chance.

“Just don’t tell your mother about this,” I said.

“I’m 18, Mr. Roland,” Preston said.

“Still, I don’t think she would appreciate me letting you look at this stuff,” I had told Preston while sitting next to him on the couch. “So let’s just keep this between ourselves.”

“Yes sir,” young Preston said as he looked over the top of the magazine he was holding to keep looking at the cover of the magazine I had positioned on top of the pile, called Bears and Cubs.

“Wish I had magazines like this,” Preston said as beads of sweat formed on his forehead, no mean feat because it wasn’t all that warm. “Could I – you know – borrow some of them?”

“Now what would you with them?”

“You know, read them. I’d bring them back, Mr. Roland. I promise.”

“I’m sure you would,” I said. “What I mean is, what would you do with them? Something tells me that you would bring them up to your bedroom, lock the door and masturbate. Am I right?”

Preston looked at me like he had been struck by lightning, astonished that I could have read the mind of a horny teenager so easily, but when he saw me smiling he gave a nervous chuckle and shrugged his shoulders resignedly.

“At school do you have a roommate?” I asked, and when he nodded I smiled.

“Something tells me that you’ve already found out that it’s a lot more fun to have somebody else do it to you than to do it yourself, am I right?”

Preston gasped, not so much at my words but at the feel my hand on his knee, and as I gently squeezed his bony leg I made a suggestion.

“Why don’t you pick out a couple then?” I said.

Preston lurched forward and went through the pile, but I wasn’t all that happy with what he selected because I knew if I wasn’t looking his choices would have been different.

“Preston?” I said softly. “Take the ones that you really want. It’s okay.”

Now sweat was beginning to trickle down the sides of his face and the hands that held the magazines were trembling noticeably.

“It’s okay,” I repeated in a soothing and as fatherly a tone as I could, and after he swallowed hard he set down the straight magazines and picked üsküdar escort up the ones he really wanted to look at.

“There, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” I said, and as Preston opened the one with the two sailors on the cover my eyes went to the bulge in my young friend’s khakis, noticing that something was definitely hard down there.

“And if you’d like, I’d love to save you a trip home,” I said while moving my hand up to the lump. “It really is better when someone else does it for you.”

Preston didn’t say yes, but he didn’t say no either, so as he stared at me in shock I undid his belt, unbuttoned his slacks and pulled his pants down below his knees, exposing the palest, skinniest and smoothest thighs I had ever seen.

As I undid the bottom buttons of his shirt and spread them apart, I was very surprised and quite pleased to see a very significant bulge in Preston’s snug white briefs. I had been a bit apprehensive at what I wound find, because while I like my men young, I am not in the least interested in boys.

Therefore, I was delighted at what I exposed when I carefully pulled Preston’s underwear down. Preston’s cock, like the rest of him, was beautiful, and while his organ was slender it was surprisingly long, the 6 or 7″ tube looking even bigger than that on his slight frame.

“Your cock is incredible, Preston,” I sighed as I looked at his erection, which had arched back onto his belly after he leaned into the couch, exposing a sizable wrinkled and hairless sac that held his meaty balls. “Your roommate is a lucky guy.”

Preston gave a nervous smile as I reached down and pulled his cock up from his stomach, the ghostly white circumcised prong as hard as blue steel. The skin on the underside of his cock was stretched taut, and a pearl of pre-cum had formed on the tip of his member.

Preston was going to cum any second judging by both the look on his face and the way this dick was pulsating in my hand, so I excused myself and found some lotion that I kept down here for such occasions.

On the couch, Preston was frozen in place, holding the magazine in front of himself while watching me move around the room, and when I rejoined the lad I squeezed out some lotion into my palm and started to coat his cock with the cool gel.

“OH!” Preston grunted as I began to slide my hand up and down the length of his manhood while pinching him hard to retard the orgasm that was bubbling under the surface.

“Mustn’t cum too soon,” I told him. “Anticipation makes it better.”

“Can’t – can’t hold it.”

“Sure you can,” I told him. “Besides, I won’t let you cum. Not yet, so just relax and enjoy it.”

Five minutes later, Preston was slumped way down on the couch, looking so disheveled compared to the neat lad that had arrived at my house earlier. I made the hand job something he would never forget, slowly working over his throbbing cock while bringing him to the brink of orgasm time and time again before continually denying him the pleasure of release.

“Better than doing it yourself?” I asked. “Better than your roommate does it to you I’ll bet. After all, I’ve got a lot more experience.”

Preston nodded but told me he really wanted to cum.

“Feels like my dick is going to explode,” Preston explained. “I usually cum so fast.”

“We’ll have you cumming soon enough. And when you finally do you’ll remember it,” I said, and when I saw that his shirt was drenched with sweat I suggested we take that off of him.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” I declared after we got the wet shirt off of him, and after I had Preston grip the back of the couch with his hands I looked the lad over.

Preston’s body looked like it had never seen a hint of the sun, and his pale white skin was silky smooth. His scrawny chest was as hairless as I had expected it to be, and while he could use a few pounds and maybe lift some weights or something, there was no denying how gorgeous he was. With his arms raised, I let go of his cock for a second to run my hand over his chest and tweak his tiny nipples while watching a solitary drop of perspiration trickle down from an armpit blessed with a surprisingly quantity of golden hair.

“Do you want me to – to do you too?” Preston asked as my hand slid back down to his crotch, pausing at the tuft of golden curls above his cock.

“You don’t have to,” I said, while praying that he would ignore that suggestion. “If you want to though, after I’m through with you I would love it.”

Preston nodded like a eager puppy, and I smiled at his nervous enthusiasm.

“Can’t have you being the only one comfortable,” I said, letting go of poor Preston’s dick, which because of my constant stroking and teasing over the last 20 minutes or so had gone from pale white to beet red, and unbuttoned my shirt while Preston watched out of the corner of his eye.

My body isn’t all that bad, although when you’re 59 you don’t compare well to somebody less than a third your age. Preston gaziemir escort didn’t seem to mind though, as he looked over my chest and still decently tones arms and shoulders while I dropped my trousers.

Before kneeling on the couch to finish Preston off, I casually undid the snap on my boxer shorts and watched Preston’s face for his reaction. That’s something I enjoy a great deal, because no matter who’s doing the looking, I usually get a similar reaction no matter how casual the other guy tries to act.

“Holy shit!” Preston gasped, not even trying to hide his shock, and then he caught himself.

“Sorry, Mr. Roland.”

“About what?”

“I swore.”

“That’s okay, Preston,” I assured him. “What’s wrong?”

“Your p..p…penis,” he stuttered.

“What’s wrong? I said, feigning confusion as I looked down at my cock while kneeling beside my young friend.

“It’s fuc – sorry – I mean it’s huge.”

I reveled in observing Preston staring at my cock as it swayed between my thighs. The most important thing to me was that it still worked, but I have to admit that I never fail to get a tingle down my spine when someone reacts like that when first seeing my stuff.

As Preston would soon discover, while my cock was hanging down straight as if it was completely flaccid, I was pretty aroused, so that when fully erect it wouldn’t get much, if any longer than the 9 or so inches it was now.

“Can I touch it?”

“You can touch it all you want, but only after you cum for me. You do want to cum for me, don’t you Preston?”

“Yes, Mr. Roland.”

Charming lad. I was going to tell him he could use my first name, but there was something about the formality of the Mr. Roland that added a edge to it all.

I went back to work, holding his well lubricated hot poker in my hand while working the pre-cum oozing out of him back into the head of his dick. Preston was groaning as I started stroking him once again, but instead of keeping him from cumming, my pinching and squeezing were now designed to make the young lad cum.

Having watched what seemed like a copious amount of sap drool out of him during the extended period of time I had been teasing him, I was wondering whether he had anything left in the tank. That was a foolish thought, as it turned out.

Preston’s face was straining as he tried to thrust his hips upwards as I jacked him hard, and then he cried out as I felt the surge through his cock. A little wad of semen spat out of his tortured member, and then all hell broke loose.

I’ve seen a lot of cocks and have made a lot of guys cum, but nothing compared to the sight of Preston whose cock made like Old Faithful. The first jet of cum shot probably a foot in the air – so high that I could hear it land on his stomach a second later.

The ensuing spurts were not as majestic, but that long slender prong kept cumming and cumming while Preston’s body convulsed as he nearly slid completely off the sofa. His legs were still quivering as I kept milking him while he went limp, squeezing every drop I could out of his spent tool.

“Oh man,” Preston moaned. “Can’t believe that.”

It was indeed hard to believe, I agreed as I surveyed my hands and wrists along with Preston’s scrawny chest and flat stomach, all of which were laced with ropes of semen, and looking at the now tiny tube that I reluctantly let go of, it seemed impossible that so much cum had been housed in that little body.

When Preston recovered, I pulled him up off of the couch and eased down upon the cushion myself. Instead of sitting, or slouching as Preston had done, I chose to lie on my back and instructed him to kneel beside me on the floor and handed him the lube, because if I had assumed the position on the couch that he had, I might never be able to straighten up again.

“Use as much as you want,” I told Preston as he squeezed some lotion into his palm. “I like my cock greased up really well.

My young friend nodded as he reached over and lifted my cock up from between my legs, and mentioned that he never touched an uncircumcised cock before.

“It’s neat, but scary looking,” he said as he timidly retracted my foreskin back to exposed the bell shaped glans.

“Glad you like it,” I said while looking at the trembling fingers that held my cock.

“Can’t believe how big yours is. Can’t get my hand around it, and it isn’t even hard yet.”

I was going to mention that Preston had tiny hands but chose not to. He seemed confused about the fact that I didn’t have any pubic hair, so I explained that once I saw gray hairs appearing I shaved it one time and it never grew back.

“Anthony’s penis is big too, but not nearly as large as yours is.”

“Anthony? Is he your roommate?” I asked, and Preston nodded while starting to pull on my cock with his left hand while holding on to the base, and in a matter of seconds my reliable weapon was getting hard.

“Is this okay?” Preston asked.

“It’s sancaktepe escort wonderful,” I said. “You can use both hands if you want.”

“Like this?” Preston asked as his greased hands gripped me like a baseball bat and worked up and down my cock.

“Yes – slide your hands all the way over the tip – that’s it,” I exclaimed as his palm caressed the head before sliding back down. “You like doing this don’t you Preston? I can tell.”

The evidence was bobbing in front of him as he knelt beside me. Preston’s sweet prong was hard again already, a testament to his youth as much as the enjoyment he was getting from jerking me off.

He blushed and grinned, and then gasped when I reached down and grabbed him. Not his cock, but his balls, and as I pulled and twisted them around a bit he let of a grunt as I felt his seed hit the back of my arm.

“Sorry,” Preston said, apologizing for having an orgasm all over the side of the sofa, but I assured him that it was fine, not adding that the couch had seen plenty of semen in its time.

Preston concentrated on the matter before him, sliding both hands up and down the entire length of my cock as he looked at it like it was one of the Seven Wonders of the World, and before long as a result of his eager hands and worshipful gazing I felt my sap rising from within.

“Harder – faster!” I groaned, and then I came, my semen coming out much less calmly than my young friend’s volleys had, but it felt marvelous nonetheless.

“Can I keep doing this?” Preston asked as he continued to pull on my spent cock after it went limp.

“Of course.”

“It’s like elastic,” Preston giggled as he pulled in it, and after I assured him he didn’t hurt a bit, stretched it up as far as he could.

Eventually Preston’s arms got tired, and after we got dressed he prepared to go home.

“Probably get done with this work tomorrow,” Preston said with a sigh as he looked at the small pile of stuff we hadn’t gotten to.

“You sound sad about that,” I commented, and when he shrugged I told him that he could keep coming over after the work was done.

“You don’t need to say anything to your mother,” I said. “Best not to say anything. I mean, don’t lie but just say nothing.”

“You mean I could keep coming over and we could do – you know.”

“What?” I asked.

“You know. Masturbate each other?”

“There are other things we could do,” I suggested.

“Stuff like is in those magazines?” Preston asked, and when I nodded he confessed.

“Never did anything like that before,” Preston said as he looked at one of the pictures in the magazine he was taking, where one guy had a mouthful of the other guy’s cock. “I only did what we just did.”

“Would you like to learn?”

“I think so,” Preston said softly, and then added, “My mother thinks you’re a homosexual. She always told me to be careful around you.”

“I see,” I said, amused that she was so concerned about my leanings that she sent the kid over to me practically gift wrapped. “She’s right. I am.”

“I think I am too,” Preston said as if I didn’t know it already.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I said. “We are what we are.”

“Can I hug you?”

He said it so sweetly, as if he suspected that I would actually say no to such a request.

“I’d like that very much,” I said, and then we were hugging, a tender embrace that was unlike any I could ever recall experiencing before, and when it was over and we separated Preston had tears in his eyes, further proof that the lad was not used to being shown affection.

“Thank you,” Preston said.

“How about another then?” I said as I wrapped my arms around him.

I was much taller than Preston, so I found myself kissing the top of his head, his soft blonde locks tasting sweet, and then for some reason I was leaning downward and lifting his face up to me.

I don’t think Preston had ever kissed anybody before, male or female, at least not the way I was kissing him, but he did not protest and soon was kissing me back. Crudely and amateurishly, but with all of his heart, and by the time the kiss ended I could feel his dick poking me in the thigh. To be young again!

“Ooh!” Preston gasped when I turned so that my dead dick was rubbing against Preston’s erection. “This feels so good when our dicks rub together.”

“I’m sure we can spend some time tomorrow doing this, when I’ve got a little more energy,” I said as I looked down and saw the sword fight which my spent tool was losing.

“I wish it was tomorrow already.”

I chuckled when I heard that, because I was so drained that I was going to have having enough trouble climbing the stairs.

“Oh, you forgot the magazines,” I said as Preston prepared to leave.

“That’s okay,” Preston said and then gave me another laugh when he added, “It’s not like they have instructions in them.”

“Tomorrow,” I said, happy that he wouldn’t be jacking off all night to those pictures, even if he would spend the evening stroking off thinking about today.

“Seven okay?”

“Uh, it takes me a little time to wake up in the morning. How about nine-thirty or so?” I said, and Preston reluctantly agreed.

I watched the blonde twink skip down the stairs, the sight of his cute little butt still fresh in my mind. He wanted to be taught, maybe almost as badly as I wanted to teach him.

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I’m six foot three and weigh 210 pounds, evenly distributed with seven and a half inches of it between my legs. I click on the Links button to see if there is anything new I could add to my communities. What’s this, it looks interesting so I click the mouse on it and I get the home page.

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Group Massage for Gay and Bi-sexual Men

Come to my Tuesday and Saturday night group massage sessions. Every Tuesday and Saturday night at approximately 8:00 p.m. anywhere from 15 to 25 men gather at my Ann Arbor Home Office for mutual sensual discovery in a comfortable environment. Enjoy a massage from other men, initially broken up into two larger groups where one person is massaged by the other participants. A session fee of $10 is charged.

So here it is, Saturday evening. I have just driven the 30 or so miles from my apartment to Ann Arbor. I locate the West Kingsley Street address and circle the block. I can park at the curb a couple houses down the street. The front porch light is on, plus there are two candles burning on the front steps. Another car parks and two guys go into the house. This must be the place. There is a sign that reads “Group Massage Members Please Come In.”

The front door is unlocked. Not sure of myself, I ring the bell and the door is opened and I am asked to come in. I enter into a reception room. There are several chairs and a sofa. I see the kitchen directly in the back. The two guys that entered before me are taking off their shoes. I find out that it was David who opened the door. This is his home and office. He is 33 years old and a graduate of a State of Michigan Licensed School of Massage. He is also gay. He is wearing only boxer shorts. He asks me to remove join the others in taking off all of my clothes. The participation fee is $ 10.00. He stores my wristwatch and wallet in a locked box and leads me through a draped archway into what would normally be the living room of this eighty-year-old çeşme escort home. The window drapes are closed and several candles illuminate the room. A CD player is softly playing classical music. It adds to the atmosphere. The floor is completely covered with clean, white sheets. There are already five or six naked guys sitting around on the floor.

David takes me through into the next room. There is a medical examination table that he apparently uses when he gives one on one massages. The bathroom is the next room toward the back of the house. There is a modern glass walled shower with two showerheads so that more than one can share space that must measure at least four feet by seven feet. He explains that there are plenty of towels for taking a shower either before or after the session. There is one more room beyond the bath. It also has sheets on the floor. David says that it will be used after the main session, if any of the participants want to get more intimate.

I go back and join the group in the living room. There is a constant stream of guys coming in now that it is eight o’clock. There is a good mixture of age, shape, and race among those gathering in the room. David says why not split up and get started. Most of the guys seem to have been here before and know the procedure. A couple of us are first timers, so we wait to see what is going to happen. Plastic bottles, filled with of warm baby oil are distributed. There is at least one bottle for every two guys. We divide up into two groups of nine or ten each. One of the old timers in my group lies on his stomach on the floor and the other eight of us gather around, kneeling, squatting, or just setting on the floor. We spread the warm oil on our hands and start to massage the part of the body closest to us. I am setting next to his left leg. After pouring some oil on my hand I start to massage the calf of his leg and slowly move up his thigh and then back down again. His entire body is being massaged at the same time. Hands are everywhere; kneading or gently massaging muscles or what ever is closest to you. I move up a little further on his left leg and almost reach his butt. The guy next to me is devoting most of his time to massaging the cheeks of the ass in front of him. I notice the guy across from me work his way up the right leg and let his fingers dangle over our man’s balls. The next trip up his leg I do the same. I feel my cock starting to get hard.

After about five minutes, başakşehir escort David suggests it’s time for our man to roll over on his back. I can see that he has been enjoying his massage since he has a firm hard on. I now devote my attention to his right leg and let my fingers do the walking as I get close to his balls. The guy to my left who had worked over the guy’s butt now is massaging his stomach and moving down through the pubic hair and finally stroking our man’s cock. After another five minutes of this, David suggests that we let someone else have a turn. The man to left who is about forty years old and has a bit of a gut, lies down on his stomach. I take advantage and move up his body to take over the position he had. I add more oil to my hands and start in the middle of his back and then slowly move lower. I massage the cheeks of his ass and let my finger slide down the crack between the two halves. As I add more oil and continue this action I feel his hand move down between my legs and start to rub my cock. Time’s up and he rolls over. His gut is bigger than I though and he has a cut dick, but it is small for a guy his size. I play with his navel for a while and then move down and massage his cock. It is only semi-hard when David says it’s time to change again.

By now I am confident that I like this session and make my move to lie on my stomach and let all those hands work me over. I can not describe the feeling. I have had massages by both men and women in the past, but nothing ever felt as good as eight to ten hands working over all parts of your body at once. It relaxes everything but your cock. Time to roll over. I decide that I will duplicate what had previously been done to me. As all parts of me are being massaged, I reach out with both hands, exploring between crossed legs, and finally find a cock to stroke on either side of me. Both of them get my message and jointly devote more time stroking my seven and a half-inch member. My time was up all too soon.

Several of our group have departed for the back room, even before they have had their turn on the floor. I moved up a notch and with fewer of us surrounding the next man on his stomach, I have more of his body to work on. He is really a work of art. He appears to be in his late twenties and must be a weight lifter. You should see his muscles. I have most of his back to my self and start massaging him with both hands from the shoulders down the small of his back to the crack of his küçükçekmece escort ass. About the third time down this route, I run my fingers down the crack and gently massage the rosebud of his ass. He lifts his ass slightly off the floor and lets out an appreciative groan. I add more oil to my right hand and move up and down his crack again. Now I pause and start to gently insert my index finger up his ass. It goes in easily, so I move in up to the first knuckle and move it around a little bit. More groans and more movement of his ass. I plunge my finger in all the way. Damn, it’s time for him to roll over.

I move to a kneeling position. I have my cock near his shoulder as I work over his abdomen and start down toward his cock. I stroke it a few times, but he reaches up and pushes my hand down between his legs and again lifts his ass off the floor. I get his message and with a little more oil on my fingers I slide down his crack and enter both my index and middle finger into his puckered ass hole. I see him smile and then he turns and lifts his head. The next thing I know he has my cock in his mouth and is keeping time, sucking my cock with the same rhythm that my fingers are moving in and out of his ass. Good thing David called time, as I am awful close to cumming in his mouth.

After massaging a couple more participants, I move to join those who have now gathered in the back room. When David said it was for more intimate action he was so right. A supply of condoms is available next to several more bottles of oil. There are a couple of twosomes doing it doggy fashion and another guy is sitting on his friend’s cock. Two more are getting sucked off and about six guys are just watching the action intently while they jack off.

My weight lifter finds me and says he wants to finish the job he started in the living room. He kneels down and takes all of my seven and a half-inches down his throat. After all the action I have participated in this evening, and enjoying what is going on all around us in the room, it does not take long before I fill his mouth to overflowing with my cum juice. I repay his action, God he had a nice cock. Then I went into the bathroom and took a shower, dried off, dressed and headed for home.

Why would I leave when there is still so much action going on? Well when I introduced myself at the beginning of this piece, I did not tell you that I am seventy-eight years old. I am still active but I have to admit that I am not as good as I ONCE was, BUT I am as good ONCE as I ever was. Since I had my ONCE, that was it for that night, but needless to say I have been travelling out to Ann Arbor again and again. This is a true story and if you check out David’s home page you will find his address and telephone number. Hope to meet you there some Tuesday or Saturday, I am sure we could enjoy meeting each other sharing a little extra pleasure.

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Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it’s always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond!

The usual spiel: This isn’t a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it’s very long. 33 chapters, and many sexless ones before it gets sexy, which is why it was originally published under novels/novellas, but readers asked for it to be put under gay male due to content, so here we go.

This book is dedicated to all of the brave service members and their families who sacrifice so much every day so that the rest of us can enjoy the liberties that they swear to protect and uphold.

Although references in this novel may be made to actual places or events, the names, characters, incidents, and locations within are complete works of fiction. They are not a resemblance to actual living or dead persons, businesses, or events. Any similarity is coincidental. In an effort to do the United States Army justice, and to show my respect to my country, I have applied all possible efforts to merge fact and fiction to entertain, while portraying the military, and the hardships and achievements of soldiers, with respect, dignity and accuracy to the best of my abilities. It’s my hope that I’ve done you all justice, and that all of the creative licenses taken with this novel are understood to be the efforts of imagination, and not any judgment or disrespect against the U.S. military. Thank you all for your service.

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I think anybody who has had a long relationship and has had a really hard time letting go, wants to feel like it’s not all for naught, and it’s meaningful, because it makes you who you are. —Rashida Jones

I’d been scrolling through websites for over an hour on my phone, looking for cheap flights from Florida to New Jersey. I’d found two that left for Newark tonight at different times, but I hadn’t pulled the trigger on either one yet. Max had given me the privacy to wallow in my indecision by leaving me alone while he took a shower. He’d left the bathroom door open so I could catch glimpses of him through the glass shower door if I turned my head the right way.

Water streamed down the tight lines of his body, and the silent invitation to join him was as blatant as they came. But we both knew that I wasn’t going to walk in there. Cheating us both out of moving on by playing in the past was out of the question. I loved him too much for that.

I sighed as I let my head thunk back against the headboard, my fingers light over the keys so I didn’t accidently hit something that would choose a verdict for me. I was tempted to call Tara to find out how Ben was, but I didn’t feel I had that right anymore.

I sighed, and the growl of my stomach gave me a few minutes to put the decision off for a while longer. I hadn’t eaten anything since we’d had breakfast at the diner down the street this morning. I couldn’t think this hard on an empty stomach, so I flipped through the phonebook on the nightstand for a local pizza joint. After placing the order for the ham and pineapple pizza that was Max’s favorite—and a poor apology for the hot and cold act I’d put him through yesterday—I gave the pizzeria the phone number and address to the hotel. Since I’d been told it would be twenty minutes or so before the order was ready, I was caught off guard by the ringing of my cell about five minutes later. Thinking the delivery guy was lost and calling for directions, I answered without looking at the göztepe escort caller I.D.

“Trammel.”

“Uncle Sam?”

I blinked. “Adelyn?”

“Yeah, it’s me… Are you okay?”

The hesitancy in her tone combined with the question set an immediate mood to the conversation. I glanced over at the bathroom doorway before I got up to move away from the background noise of the shower to one of the overstuffed armchairs by the window.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You’re not hurt?”

“No, I’m not hurt,” I said. “Why are you asking?”

Her voice was soft, devoid of its usual sass. “I know something bad happened between you and Father Ben yesterday. I was the one that opened the door when he and Tara came to the house to see if you were with us…” There was a long pause and I could feel her anxiety even over the line. “Did…did you do that to his face?”

I closed my eyes. Since I’d landed in Florida, I’d sworn to Adelyn that I’d never hurt her or her family, and now Ben was living proof that I’d broken my promise. Clearing my throat made only a marginal change in the rasp of my voice.

“Yeah, Addie, I did.” I didn’t try and explain the nightmares or the PTSD. None of it mattered now that I’d confirmed to my niece that I really was the monster under the bed.

She was quiet for so long, I was convinced she’d hung up on me, but then her voice came over the line again. “Mami sent me and Emma upstairs, but I came back down to listen and Father Ben was talking to Mami and Tara in the kitchen. He was so upset, Uncle Sam. He kept saying that what happened to him was an accident, but that you blamed yourself and he was afraid you would do something stupid… The way he was talking…I thought you were never going to come home again…”

I was expecting rage, confusion, anything but the tears suddenly thickening her voice. I felt my heart break. I’d stayed away from Florida for three years because I’d allowed Connor to get into my head and make me believe I was protecting my family. Leaving that hospital room yesterday, I’d told myself the same thing. In neither scenario had walking away turned out well for me. The hitch in my niece’s soft breathing didn’t point toward the third time being any kind of charm.

“I’m sorry I scared you, Addie. I should’ve called to let you know I was okay. I’m with Max.”

“I know. He called Tara while they were all still in the kitchen. I heard her tell Mami and Father Ben that you were with him and safe.” She paused and then said, “I know about your PTSD, Uncle Sam.”

I couldn’t stop the immediate stiffening of my spine. My denial died on my lips when she said, “And don’t try to lie to me about it because you think you’re protecting me. I’m not some dumb kid.”

There was a hint of the old brass in her voice though her pitch was still soft. I pressed down hard along the bridge of my nose. “Who told you I had PTSD?”

“Father Ben. He heard me moving around outside the kitchen and asked Mami if he could speak to me alone. She said it was okay, so we sat in the living room and talked. He doesn’t treat me like a kid so he told me that what happened… That you flipped out after you had a nightmare because you have PTSD. I’ve heard about that on the news and stuff, but didn’t know all the details, so he let me Google it on my phone and then we just talked…”

I closed my eyes because I could hear her crying now.

“I.. I saw Father Ben’s çorlu escort face when I opened that door, and all I could think was that you lied to me, to all of us, and you were just like Dad after all. But when Father Ben talked to me in the living room, he wasn’t mad at you at all. He was just sad, and said you might leave again because you were scared, and that you’d rather let us hate you for that than accidentally hurt us, because you love us that much. Is that true?”

“Of course I love you all, Addie, but it’s complicated—”

Her exhale rattled nosily over the line as she cut me off. “Stop it! You said that life is all about choices, and that sometimes yours have sucked. If you leave us again, that’s going to be the suckiest one.”

“Adelyn…”

Words failed me but she filled in the blank, her voice soft but confident when she said, “You’re nothing like Dad was. I don’t know what he did to make you stay away, but I know now that you were trying to protect us. But you don’t have to. We love and trust you. I trust you… Please come home, Uncle Sam.”

I’d returned to Florida to right the wrongs Connor and I’d committed, and had kept up a stoic face in front of my nieces and Sofia, wanting to present myself as a strong figure they could rely on. I’d been so caught up in doing the right thing that I hadn’t realized I’d already reached that goal. They’d given me their love, but it took that gently voiced forgiveness from Adelyn to help me see it. My family needed me, but I needed them just as much. Maybe more.

I couldn’t answer for a long moment. When I did, my voice was rough. “I love you, Addie.”

“I know, so I expect to see you tonight. I’m going to go now. Tell Uncle Max I said bye.”

She disconnected the call as Max came out of the bathroom and smiled at me. It wasn’t the smile of a happy man, but he didn’t look angry either when he leaned in and kissed me lightly. He pulled back first, and the kiss he pressed against my wrist lingered long after he watched me exit out of the fight reservation screen. * * *

I hadn’t dropped Max off at the airport because he’d insisted he take a cab so I could drive his rental back to Sofia’s. We’d said our goodbyes back at the motel. Maybe in six months after he came back to Florida we’d be at a point where we could have a real conversation as the friends we’d once been, but until then, there was nothing left for us to say and I needed to get home.

I veered off the main highway before I got to her neighborhood, taking a detour to the private beach that Connor and I’d discovered as kids on one of our adventures of avoidance from our Dad. It was more rocks than water, a place meant for sitting and thinking, not swimming. Though I hadn’t been here in years, it was easy to find the spot that we’d claimed as ours.

When I sat on the very edge of the cliff, my legs and the edge of my ass hanging off the lip, that same sense of exhilaration I’d felt as a kid rippled up my spine. All it would take was the wrong shift in balance, and I’d fall into the sweep of the riptides below. Connor and I’d faced the danger with teenage bravado, daring life to do its worst, believing things could never get any worse. Sitting there, I accepted the challenge of surviving potential failure, instead of hiding behind all my bullshit. I watched the water until the sun started to set.

By the time I returned Max’s rental to the dealership and called a cab to drop me back off at Sofia’s, it was past ümraniye escort 9pm. After paying my fare, I hesitated at the base of the driveway. The porch light was still on, gently illuminating Sofia and Adelyn sitting Indian style on the now infamous porch swing.

Sofia smiled as soon as she saw me, not saying a word as she scooted over so I could sit between her and Adelyn. She put the swing into gentle motion with one foot firmly on the floor, the other drawn up so her bare toes peeked out from beneath the hem of her pajama bottoms. My throat felt tight, and I struggled over what I should say until she slid her hand over mine without looking at me, and just held it tight. After a brief hesitation, Addie did the same thing.

None of us said anything as we just sat there and exhaled in the silence that was broken only by the low hum of the cicadas. I don’t know how long we sat there, but eventually they let go so we could all stand up. Sofia immediately tucked close to my side, and slid her arm around my waist. I slowly put my arm over her shoulders, and then walked with her into the house after Addie opened the front door. I froze for a moment when we walked into the kitchen, fighting down the panic that hit me immediately. I knew I was awake, home and safe, but the nightmare still floated around in the recesses of my mind, and it took everything I had not to run out of there.

I swallowed hard, but Sofia didn’t move away from me. She just shifted to take my hand instead. “Emma tried to stay up and wait for you, but she fell asleep around 7pm. You should wake her up.”

“Sofia I—”

“She’ll be happy to see you, Sam,” she said gently. “And you need to see her too. Go ahead.” When I didn’t move right away, she gave me a soft push toward the living room.

I looked over at Adelyn who just gave me a small smile as she murmured. “I’m glad you’re back, Uncle Sam.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice. After a moment, I exhaled slowly and walked into the living room. The TV was still on, but Emma was oblivious to the noise. She was curled up asleep on the couch beneath an afghan throw, one little foot sticking out beneath the edge. I gently tucked it back under when I sat down on the edge of the couch, and the touch woke her immediately.

She blinked, her expression confused with the disorientation of sleep for a minute. I knew when she registered my presence completely because she smiled, and it was so full of pure love, I almost broke down. This was real. Hard and messy just like Ben said, but real and mine.

“Hi Uncle Sam. Are you staying now?”

I nodded without any of the hesitation or second guessing I’d experienced when she’d asked me almost the exact same question the day after I got to Florida.

“Yeah, honey. We need to pick out that green stocking for Christmas.”

Her eyes lit up as she crawled into my lap. I let her get comfortable, and then tucked the afghan around her so she was comforted by its warmth, and I was comforted by hers. We cuddled up on the couch until her breathing slowly evened out, and mine eventually matched it.

I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep until the scent of maple syrup teased my senses and I opened my eyes. Blinking against the light, I experienced a slight moment of panic, not sure if I was still dreaming, but then I felt Emma snuggle closer against me. She smelled like strawberry shampoo and the little plastic balls on her long braid were digging into my midsection. I rested my hand lightly on her back, and then looked up when I noticed Addie standing in the doorway with two plates of food in her hands.

She sat on the edge of the couch and put one in front of me on the coffee table. When I saw the Mickey Mouse pancakes, my breath caught and she met my eyes with a small but gentle smile.

“I love you, Uncle Sam.”

Fuck it. If this was a dream, I’d deal.

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Oh What a day it’s going to be, my cock is throbbing and rock hard. Veins are bulging and my balls aching to release a load of hot sticky cum. Feels so good as I grab my cock stroking it long and hard. Yes that feels so good oh baby, I need a cock to suck right now. I need it so bad my tight ass hasn’t had a good reaming in ages. Damn why can’t it be 8:00 pm already it sucks being single and oh so horny.

Better get ready for work, I walk bare assed to the shower as my cock bounces around as I walk. The shower felt good and so hot, yes the heat feels so good on my hard body

“Oh baby yes oh yes.” I whispered as my cock is rock hard and throbbing with each pulsating stroke.

Running my hands over my body feeling so good, lathering myself up. ” Yes it feels so good! Oh yes!” I whisper a little louder.

The water running down my back over my tight ass. I Keep rubbing myself getting my cock harder and harder faster and faster

“Oh yes! Oh damn it feels so good!” I tell my large cock as I Slowly stroke it long and hard slow strokes’.

Feels so good oh yes between the heat of the shower and my stroking of my cock I am steaming up more than the shower door and mirrors.

“Getting closer, mmm oh yes! Baby damn I am going to explode! oh it’s building up. Oh so much closer mmm yes! Here it cums! Fuck I’m cuming! Mmm yes! Oh gawd yes!Oh yes ah feels so good! yes baby feels so good shooting such a load of cum a real gusher yes mmm.” I moaned so loud the whole neighborhood could hear me.

I wish I had someone to share it with. Hell I Wish I could suck my own cock. After all it’s so cute. I love sucking a cock wish I had one right now. Damn it won’t stop spurting, too bad it wasn’t for distance I am sure I could be the Winner.

The drive to work wasn’t too easy I was always grabbing the wrong shift. I just can’t sit still I have been waiting weeks for this day to come ever since I first saw the ad in the local paper. This club in town is having some kind of contest which involves glory holes. I am not sure if you ever heard of one or not but someone sits inside a little room or bathroom stall wherever you can find to do it. There will be little holes drilled into the wall’s sometimes big holes depending on the size of the cock. Forgive me I am drooling a little bit just thinking about it. Someone will be inside the room as other guys will stick their cocks through the holes and I think you can guess the rest. I have been on both sides a few times myself and it’s so much fun. The difference with this contest is the room is bigger there will be lots of guys involved sucker’s and suckee’s. The object will be to suck as many cocks as you can in thirty minutes. You tuzla escort can swallow their loads of cum or wear it which ever you prefer, myself I never like to waste any. I always bring a napkin just Incase, you never know when you may need it. I just made it to work, I need to do something about this hard on. I get too many looks sometimes and it can be a little embarrassing to try to explain having a hard on. You can only have so many bananas in your pocket if you know what I mean.

Five pm man this day has lasted forever! I thought that it would never end. There goes my cock again it’s a good thing I am almost to my car. There are so many hot looking guys’ at work so it was hard to keep my mind on work. It will take me about twenty minutes to get home and a couple of hour’s to get ready for tonight. Lucky for me I live so close to the club I can take my time to get ready and go. My cock has not gone down the whole day you would think I would be one of the suckee’s, but lucky for me I will be the number one sucker. The prize will be a romantic evening on the town with the winners choice of dates. I know there will be a great selection of hot studs to choose from, oh damn I need to cum but, I want to save the load for my mystery lover tonight.

Eight pm I am inside just waiting my turn at bat. Once we got here they announced about the rules and the prizes and who will be in the competition tonight. If all things go well they will do this more often and then have a championship between all of the winners. The only thing with this there will not be any losers only winners because there will be lots of cock sucking and cum swallowing as well as cum baths. There have been 4 contestants so far I am up next, I just hope they don’t run out of willing participants. I heard that the line goes around to the next three blocks so I think we will be ok.

My turn mmm okay they show me to my room. I scope things out and see 10 different holes, my mouth starts watering in anticipation of what’s to come. The first wave of men starts putting their cocks through the holes. Gawd so many color’s shapes and sizes I wish I had more time so I could take my time and savor ever bit of it, but I have to go as fast as I can too win. Later on my date I will be able to take my time and enjoy every second and make sure he does as well.

I move up to one cock licking my lips, as I grab hold of the cocks on either side. I quickly begin stroking each cock as I run my tongue along those beautiful balls working my way up along the shaft. This cock must be 14″ Mmm and I will take the entire thing down my waiting throat. Yes. Oh yes. The cocks grow in my hands as pendik escort I speed up my stroking they feel so good. The cock in front of my face jumps as my tongue runs up and down the shaft sucking the balls in my mouth. Then in one quick motion I put my lips around the head and just thrust it down my throat. It felt and tasted so good I quickly would go up and down faster and taking it deeper until it got ready to shoot its sweet load. I could feel his balls tighten and the cock move, he starts to moan saying he is going to cum when I feel loads of hot sticky cum hit the back of my throat.

It just runs down as I keep sucking every drop yes it taste so good finger licking good yummy. Just then one of the other guys says he is going to cum so I quickly switch to his cock and start sucking on it like a straw. Yes the pre cum taste so good, I know the main course will be delicious! I began stroking faster and he starts to spurt my second load. Gawd I love this nothing beats hot cum from a hot stud except maybe many loads from many studs. Next load came even faster, as I swallowed one load a new supply of cocks would be ready to be sucked. By the time I was finished I had sucked 15 cocks. I was very fast, but like I said it wasn’t as enjoyable as taking my time and really enjoying giving pleasure as well as receiving it. I was resting up after my turn, there were still many more people that had to take their turn. There were oh so many smiling faces in the room, I know I was.

I looked at the standings I seemed to be doing pretty well there were a few that had sucked 14 cocks. My 15 was still standing, I didn’t know how many people were involved in this thing. It was huge, but I had to wait with everyone else. The time finally had come for the announcement and I was all excited and waiting with anticipation. They announced the winner and it was me! I couldn’t believe it I finally won something!

They called me up on stage to award me with my prize which was a certificate for a romantic night out at the fanciest restaurant with the date of my choice. There was this one guy I sucked in the booth he had a cock I could suck on for days on end. I got his name and I went down to talk to him and he accepted my invitation and we left for a hot and wonderful night.

We decided to stop by his place so he could pick up some clothes for our date. Then we would stop by my place and get ready, The competition made me hot and bothered and oh so sweaty and horny. I needed a nice hot shower so I excused myself and slipped out of my clothes, my cock standing at attention looking forward to this date. It has been along time since I have been with maltepe escort anyone so I am very nervous about tonight. The water feels So good as it runs down my body. My cock is throbbing and standing at attention. The sensations I feel. Oh I really need this night so much. I am slowly stroking my cock when I feel a soft hand caressing my ass.

“Oh Todd, mmm mmm why don’t you come in and join me? Yes baby oh gawd yes.” I told him as he grabs my cock firmly and starts to jerk it.

Slowly he begins than goes a little faster and harder.

“Damn that feels so good, Todd you do that so well don’t stop.” I moaned breathing heavy.

He gets down on his knees and kisses the head of my cock. He slowly runs his tongue over the head, flicking it underneath the edge and over the slit.

“Yes baby that feels so good” I moan even louder and trying not explode from my growing excitement

He puts his lips over my cock and slowly lowers his head down taking me deeper into his mouth and down his throat. I have never had head this good in my life, he took me all the way down, his lips touching my balls as he massages them and sticks a finger in my ass.

“Oh that feels so good..Oh yes! Damn mmmmmm yes.” I moan wanting to explode my load.

Faster and faster he sucks and takes me deep inside. I am going to cum and cum hard. “Here I cum oh yeah baby.” I moan from the pit of my stomach.

“Mmmm.. .oh…yeah…mmmmm I definitely liked that. Ok Todd it’s your turn baby.” I tell him dropping to my knees and get ready to suck him like he has never been sucked before.

I grab his cock squeezing it tightly and stroking it. First slowly speeding up turning the head a bright purple. I run my tongue along the shaft from his balls too just underneath the back of the head. That mushroom head so sweet, so sexy, so purple. Flicking it with my tongue kissing and tasting his precum.

Slowly I wrap my lips around the shiny head, the water running over my back and face as I take his now throbbing cock down my throat. He likes it I am glad I want him to feel things he has never felt before. I stand up and bend over soaping up my ass getting ready to take his cock deep inside. It is so big, but I know I can take it all the way.

I feel his cock just touching my puckered ass. He slowly presses it against my hole going deeper and ever so deeper. He is half way in and it feels so good. Mmm yes it feels so good. Now he is all the way in and his balls are smacking my ass as he fucks me.

“Yes baby fuck me yes please don’t stop. Yes! Oh yes..fuck me fuck me harder faster harder baby faster.” I tell him.

I feel him getting ready to cum. His balls tightening and his cock throbbing. Yes he is cumming, he screams and I feel his cum filling my hot ass. He grunts and grabs me hard as he keeps filling me with his hot cum. Damn, things went so well that we never did make it for our date. I guess we will have to make that for another night. After the shower we passed out falling asleep in each other arms.

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PART THREE: HUSBAND AND WIFE

As it turned out, things were just beginning to get interesting. One day about a week later I noticed that the house was getting hot and

uncomfortable. Something was wrong with the central air-conditioning unit. Not only was there no cooling, the blowers didn’t seem to be working well, so there was very little air circulation.

Fortunately, my house had ceiling fans installed in the largest rooms, and I’d put in screen doors. So I turned every fan on high speed, threw open the doors, and tried to get a breeze going. Soon the ground floor was bearable, though hardly cool. The upstairs, though, was impossibly hot—no way would I be able to sleep up there tonight.

It really wasn’t too bad, though. As night fell, I stripped down to my underwear (after carefully closing the blinds), made up the couch with sheets and pillows, turned off every light I could to make the house seem cooler, and settled down in the recliner with my laptop, a pitcher of ice water and a glass by my side. The soft whir of the ceiling fans mingled with, and didn’t quite obscure the sounds of the night outside–the soft chirruping of crickets, the occasional distant bark of some neighbor dog, the whoosh of a car passing down the street. I felt absurdly like a pioneer, roughing it in my temporarily un-air-conditioned home.

Around eleven o’clock I began to yawn, and found it hard to keep my eyes open. I made a mental note to call the central air maintenance guys in the morning and got ready to hit the sack. My stuff was all in the bathroom nearest the master bedroom, so I headed up the stairs, wincing a bit at how hot it still was on the second floor.

After washing up and cleaning my teeth I decided to fetch tomorrow’s clothes from my closet, so I headed into the master bedroom. I could see a dim light coming in through the side window. One of the upstairs lights in Marsh’s house was on.

I don’t know what exactly prompted me to move across the stifling, darkened bedroom, without turning on the light, to look out my window. I told myself afterward that it was just simple curiosity about what room in their house might be across from mine. But really I was hoping to see Marsh again–after all, isn’t that what I’d been doing for weeks, trying to catch glimpses of him?

I got to the window and looked out through the partly open slats of the venetian blind covering it. Directly across from me was a open second-story window, the white curtains framing it drawn aside. The room I was looking into was clearly a bedroom. In the dim light I could see the bed placed against the opposite wall directly facing the window. Marsh was stretched out on top of the comforter, dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts, reading a magazine.

At the first sight of him I quickly drew back. After a moment’s thought I realized this was an unbelievable stroke of luck. Since my bedroom was completely dark and theirs was lit, there was little chance I would be noticed, unless Marsh or his wife came to the window and looked straight out. I felt a thrill of excitement run through me that all voyeurs must feel. There was guilt, too–but not nearly enough to stop me from going back to the window, slowly raising the blind, then carefully, noiselessly lifting the sash.

After a moment, Marsh laid the magazine aside, yawned and stretched. His body was as beautiful as I thought it would be. The defined ridges of his pecs and abs were visible even from this distance. They rivaled those of any exercise magazine cover model. I became aware that my stiffening dick was pressing painfully against the front of my briefs, and pulled them down to free it from its confines. Not taking my eyes off the window for one instant, I began to stroke myself slowly.

I saw Marsh turn his head, smile and speak to someone else in the room. Audrey must be coming to bed. I felt an irrational jealousy that she had the privilege of being close to this man, sharing his room and his bed, while I was confined to spying on them in the dark. I watched raptly as she came into view, wearing a black shorty nightgown, sheer enough so that I could see matching black panties underneath–on her slim, but surprisingly full-breasted figure the skimpy garments looked good. Marsh smiled as she got on the bed and gathered her into his arms. I heard the murmur of their voices, too far away for any words to emerge, as they cuddled affectionately. Seeing them together reminded me acutely of my own current state of aloneness–I felt sad, jealous, and intensely horny, all at the same time. My hand moved faster on my cock, by now slippery with the juices of my arousal.

The happy couple in the other house began to kiss, at first gently, then with increasing urgency. My heart raced as I realized that Marsh and Audrey were starting to make love before my eyes. His hands cupped her breasts through the nightgown. She reached down and fumbled with his boxer shorts, drawing them downward. Frustratingly, maltepe escort he rolled on top of her at that moment and all I could see was his shapely butt, above the boxers now halfway down his legs. Her slim arms grasped his back, white against his tanned musculature.

Then, to my delight, Marsh turned over and stripped his shorts completely off. Even across the distance between our houses I could see the heavy length of his cock pointing stiffly upward on his lower belly, above his balls. He rose to his feet and stood sideways in front of the bed, his organ now jutting outward, silhouetted in the dim light of the bedroom. Audrey got down off the bed and knelt in front of him. I saw her head move toward his crotch, and a moment later Marsh’s cock disappeared into her mouth.

A strangled groan escaped from my throat. I would have killed to be in Audrey’s place at that moment–giving head to a man the likes of whom I’d rarely seen, and never possessed. I saw him caress her head gently with one big hand, and imagined him doing the same to me. I was dangerously close to shooting my load, and forced my hand to slow its frantic pace.

Audrey didn’t suck Marsh for very long. As she released his cock, Marsh unfastened something at her throat and the garment fell away from her, exposing her breasts. He sat his wife on the edge of the bed and drew down the panties she was still wearing, going to his knees as he did so. I caught a glimpse of the neat triangle of Audrey’s pubic mound just before Marsh’s head closed in on it. He was returning the favor his wife had done him. Audrey’s head snapped back, her blond hair spilling over her shoulders. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and though I couldn’t hear it I knew she was moaning with pleasure. One of Marsh’s hands reached up and caressed her breast again.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Watching the man I desired performing the act of love, even with a woman, was an experience beyond compare. I wanted to savor every moment of it–I had taken my hand completely off my own cock, which stayed rock hard even so. I wanted to ride vicariously with Audrey and Marsh to the climax of their lovemaking.

They were now on the bed again, Audrey on her back with her legs spread. Marsh positioned himself over her, his back to the window, and lowered his body onto hers. Her arms went around him, her mouth opened in another gasp and I knew that his cock had penetrated her. Marsh’s butt began to contract rhythmically as he began to thrust, at first slowly, then with increasing speed and strength until I could see the bed shaking with the force of his fucking. Faint cries from both of them reached my ear. I began to stroke myself again, this time not trying to hold back. Soft grunts began to emerge from my own throat.

Just then, Audrey’s head, visible over one broad male shoulder, rolled from side to side, and I heard a single clear, almost musical cry of ecstasy. She clapped one hand abruptly over her mouth, her eyes bulging comically. It wouldn’t do to wake Jonah now! Marsh’s thrusts increased to a frantic pace, and I heard his voice shout wordlessly. I saw a warning finger come up to Audrey’s lips. They had obviously reached the ideal completion–a mind-blowing orgasm for her, timed to perfection with the planting of his seed inside her.

They didn’t know it, but it had been a triple play–a few seconds after Marsh came, my eyes closed involuntarily as an explosion rocked my own body. I groaned loud enough that I was afraid they would hear. I felt the hot jets spurting out of my cock and dimly wondered where they were going. Rocking onto my knees, I grasped the window sill with my free hand to keep from falling over, my head down, my breath coming in harsh gasps.

After I had regained some semblance of equilibrium I opened my eyes. Fortunately I hadn’t made enough noise to be heard across the way. Marsh and Audrey were now lying next to each other, still naked, their bodies still loosely entwined. After a while Marsh got up and moved toward the window, and I quickly retreated into the shadows. When I felt it was safe to look out again, a small fan was whirring in the window and the lights were off.

My legs and feet were tingling from crouching so long, my hand was sticky with cum, and there was a mess on the bedroom floor, and probably on the wall underneath the window as well. I rose stiffly, pulling up my briefs, and went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up. I wiped everything up as best I could in the dim light from the hallway, still thinking it prudent not to turn on the light in the bedroom. When I was done I padded downstairs, locked up, stretched out on the couch, and at last, fell into an deep, dreamless sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR: FATHER AND SON

I awoke the next morning and didn’t know where I was. There was an unfamiliar light all around me, and an odd whirring noise. After a moment I realized I was lying on my manavgat escort living room couch. I had left the ceiling fans on to keep some air moving, but with the doors and windows closed the house nevertheless was stuffy.

Thoughts of last night came into my mind. The window through which I had witnessed Marsh making passionate love to his wife was the same one behind which Stan had stood one rainy morning before the house was finished, staring into my eyes as he jacked himself off. Boldly he had let me know that he was on to me–he had seen me eyeing his body while he labored on the construction crew. Then, the next day, he had knocked on my door and made what had been fantasy hot and sweet reality.

The odds that this present story would have a similar end were zero. Obviously Marsh and Audrey had a healthy relationship, to say the least. The house next door had provided me with one companion—it was too much to think it would give me two. With that depressing thought, I hauled myself off the couch to get ready for the day.

One afternoon later that week I walked into my favorite local coffee house. Inside there was a woman, with a little boy next to her, speaking to the cashier. She turned her head–I saw that it was Audrey and Jonah. As I approached she caught sight of me and her face brightened in recognition. “Hello,” she called. “We’re on our way home from preschool.” She looked down at her son. “Jonah, remember Mr. Rob? Say hello.”

“Hi,” Jonah said. He gave me a shy smile, and I felt unaccountably pleased.

We chatted idly for a few moments while we waited for our lattes to come up.

“You’re doing a good job with him,” I observed.

“Thanks,” Audrey replied, patting her son on the head. “Though it hasn’t been hard. Jonah’s never been any trouble–well, except when he came into the world.”

I was silent, not wanting to say that Marsh had already revealed that personal detail. Come to think of it, I knew quite a few personal details about Mr. and Mrs. Atkins. Though there was no way she could know what I had seen a few days before, I felt my face reddening.

“We still haven’t had you over for dinner,” she continued, not noticing my discomfort. “I’m afraid it may be a while. I’m going out of town tomorrow and I’m not exactly sure when I’ll be back.”

“Hope it’s nothing serious.”

“Actually, it is. My father’s been ill a long time, and he’s getting worse. He may not live much longer.”

“I’m very sorry.”

She nodded as she picked up her coffee. Unlike Marsh, Audrey seemed able to keep her private pain hidden. “Thanks. Anyway, if he does–pass away, I’ll have to stay and help take care of things. I’m going to have to leave Jonah with his dad. A hospital’s no place for a small child, and I don’t want him to miss that much school.”

“I’m sure your husband will take good care of him,” I said absently.

Audrey started talking about the arrangements that had been made for her son, how another mother from his school was going to look after him until Marsh got home from work, but I barely heard her. My mind insisted that my handsome neighbor was out of reach–but from the way my heart was beating, it obviously thought otherwise.

“Well, Rob, I may ask you to check up on that workaholic,” she laughed as she turned to go. “Come on, sport. Let’s go home and eat your cookie.”

As I was hand-watering some of the flowers in the back yard early that evening I heard my name called. I looked toward the fence and saw Marsh striding toward me.

“Hey, buddy. Audrey says she saw you today. You know she’s going away for a while?”

I nodded. “That’s tough luck. Anything I can do to help?”

“Truth is,” Marsh said, scratching his head in embarrassment, “I’m a little nervous about being alone with Jonah that long. I mean, I can dress him, feed him, get him off to preschool and put him to bed, but that leaves a lot of hours in the day. Audrey’s already grumbling about his eyes getting weak from too much TV.”

Marsh, the perfect father, was asking his single, childless, gay neighbor for advice about parenting. I stifled a laugh and tried to reassure him.

“You’ll be fine.”

“Jonah does like the water,” Marsh continued, thinking out loud. “Maybe I’ll take him to Deep Eddy this weekend. Not exactly my idea of fun, sitting in the middle of all those screaming kids, but the little guy’d have a blast.”

Deep Eddy was a park that had both a outdoor lap pool for adult swimmers, and a shallow wading pool for the kids. Marsh had told me during our kitchen conversation that one of the ways he worked out was by swimming laps. I knew he’d much rather be stroking his way up and down one of the lanes in the lap pool. The words came out of my mouth with hardly a thought.

“I could go too. You could do laps while I keep an eye on Jonah.”

Marsh’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’d really do that?”

“Sure şişli escort I would.” Some devil in me had seen that the Atkins’ son might, just might be the way to get a little closer to the father. Even if nothing came of it, I still would have gotten to spend time with Marsh, who would, and this was not an insignificant detail, be in swim trunks a lot of the time.

“Well, I’ll have to ask Audrey. She’s very protective of Jonah–I didn’t mean it that way, Rob,” Marsh said, looking abashed as he realized the import of his words.

“It’s okay.” It’s not her son she should be worried about, I thought.

Marsh looked at me closely and there was something indefinable in his eyes. “I guess it’s true we haven’t known you very long. Funny, I keep forgetting that.” He turned to go, saying, “She’s leaving on Friday. Let’s plan on Saturday morning bright and early, before it gets too crowded.”

The next couple of days were agonizingly suspenseful, waiting to see if Audrey would actually leave–somehow I thought she might change her mind and stay–and hoping that the weather would be good that weekend. I needn’t have worried on the latter score. Each day loomed hot and sunny, and the television newscasts were talking about an incipient drought. On Friday evening, my cell phone rang while I was on my way home.

“You still on for tomorrow morning?” asked Marsh’s voice.

My heart leaped. “Sure,” I said, trying my best to sound casual.

“Okay then. Come by around eight-thirty. You sure you can get up that early?”

“For you I will,” I said, hastily adding, “And Jonah.”

Marsh laughed. “Good man. He’s really looking forward to this.”

The next morning the three of us piled into the Blazer, equipped with sunscreen, cooler, duffel bags, and Jonah’s water toys. Marsh carefully belted his son into the back seat, but trouble began brewing when he and I got in the front.

“Want to ride in front,” Jonah protested.

“Got to stay in back, buddy,” Marsh replied. “It’s only for a little while.”

Logic and reason had little meaning for poor Jonah, obviously missing Audrey. He repeated his request more insistently, his lower lip beginning to puff out, a warning sign. Before he could erupt into a full-blown wail, I decided to try my hand at smoothing things over.

“I’ll get in back with you, Jonah.”

As I climbed into the rear seat, Jonah glared at me suspiciously. I was not, after all, his mother. I thought of something. “Here,” I said, reaching into my front pocket. “Ever seen anything like this?”

It was a little gadget that I had received as a gift at some Christmas party, the kind of thing that everyone exclaims over for five minutes and then forgets about–a hand-held, battery operated fan with soft rubber blades, that you could turn on by twisting the little head on which it was mounted. This one had a gimmick, though. It sat in a carrying case, equipped with a little spray bottle that sat behind the blades. You could fill the bottle with water, turn the fan on, push the plunger, and spritz yourself with a cool mist as well as enjoy the breeze. When I’d received it, in a clear plastic and cardboard package emblazoned with the legend “REVOLUTIONARY MISTING HAND FAN,” I’d thought to myself that a kid would like this thing. Now I was about to give my theory a field test.

Jonah took the fan curiously, momentarily diverted, at least. I showed him how to turn the thing on and off and he very quickly got the hang of it. I pointed the fan toward him so that the breeze stirred his soft brown hair. I gave him an experimental spritz and he giggled with delight. I looked up to see Marsh grinning back at me.

“Thanks, Uncle,” he said, and started the car.

Fortunately the trip to the park was a short one. On the way Jonah discovered that the fan blades would stop instantly at the slightest touch, a built-in safety feature. This, together with spraying the back of his dad’s head, kept him happily occupied until we got to the parking lot, which despite our strategy was already half full. We found a spot and unloaded. Weighted down with our equipment and a small boy, Marsh and I made our way toward the pool.

The park was laid out to have as much natural land as possible. The two pools had concrete decks, but there was plenty of grassy lawn all around, shaded with trees. It took much longer than I would have imagined to get ourselves to a shaded, comfortable spot not too far from the water, spread a towel on the ground, unpack our stuff and settle down. But at last, the three of us were ready to have fun.

“Daddy, can we go swimming?” Jonah said plaintively. He was still holding the toy I had given him.

“Yes we can, if you’ll put the fan down and let me take off your clothes,” his father answered. Catching me completely by surprise, Marsh stood and slipped his T-shirt off over his head, then unfastened his shorts and let them drop to the ground. I was slightly disappointed at the fashionably baggy, patterned boxer-style trunks that appeared underneath, but Marsh dressed only in swimsuit and flip-flops was nevertheless a breathtaking sight up close. I felt downright intimidated following suit, but nevertheless peeled down to my own conservative Speedos. I looked up to find Marsh’s eyes on me.

“You white man,” he said.

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Recap

There was no choice! Jason slapped on more tape and Leon couldn’t hold on any more – he just had to piss! He did that, and Jason laughed so much it must have hurt him. He then went into another room and didn’t come back until 6am. Leon spent the rest of the night lying in his own piss gagged and still tied up as tightly as he had been when he arrived earlier that day. The door knob rattled, and Leon woke round. Jason poked his head round to make sure Leon was OK.

‘See you later pal, I’m going to work!’ Jason shouted as he slammed the front door

Jason’s day…and night!

You’re at work enjoying yourself, until the end of the day. Thank god it’ time to go home!! Anyway, I’m just going out of the car park behind someone, and their car just stops! Slightly irritated by this delay, I get out and go to the drivers window, and as it rolls down, it turns out to be Dylan! (I gotta tell you, Dylan is the one guy at work that is soooo hot but sadly not gay!) Flustered, I offer to help him out – it seems the car has given up! After a lot if effort and sweat, and the occasional curse, we manage to get the damn car out of the way and back into the car park. Seeing as the rest of the place is deserted, I offer him a lift back to my place.

‘Thanks for offering to bring me back, Jason. I live a little out of your way though’ Dylan says.

‘OK, well if you won’t let me take you home, how about you come back to my place, freshen up and call a cab?’ I ask

Dylan accepts this, and we have a quiet, uneventful drive home. I have a horrific thought – Leon is ‘resting’ in my spare room!!! It bothers me so much, izmir escort I run a red light!

‘Hey, man! You just ran a red!!’ exclaims Dylan ‘Oh, what?? Oops, sorry pal, I didn’t even notice’ I answer slightly nervous

Anyway, we get back home; I invite Dylan into the lounge and tell Dylan to make himself comfortable.

We sit down, have a couple of pints, and after a couple of drinks, Dylan needs to ‘relieve’ himself and asks where the bathroom is.

‘Just down the hall, on the right mate’

As Dylan skulks off, I can’t help but check out that cute butt swinging it’s way down the hall.

‘My god, Dylan. I wish you were into the same as Leon and I. You’d love it’ I whisper to myself I’m rudely shaken from my thoughts as Dylan shouts out

‘Is someone in there??’

SHIT! He’s tried the locked door that Leon’s in! I gotta think damn quick here!! Gotta think quick! What’s the answer???

‘No, mate, there’s nothing in there! I just keep that one locked for these dumb insurance rules about keeping valuables locked away and stuff!’ I answer him hurriedly.

Hopefully Dylan won’t ask any more…..

Anyway, Dylan uses the bathroom, and decides it’s time to go

‘Hey man, thanks for letting me crash here for a while. I’m chilled out now, and I still wanna get down to the gym!’ Dylan says as he gathers his stuff together.

‘You gonna go home first?’ I ask, hoping that he’ll stay longer.

‘Nah, it’s OK – I’ve got my gym gear on under here’ he says back

On the off chance that I might still be able to get to kahramanmaraş escort Dylan and have a bit of fun that I probably shouldn’t have with a straight man, I disappear and wind up the heating a little bit. Dylan calls a taxi but apparently they can’t be there for another hour, so what’s a couple more drinks, alcohol of course? Anyway, while Dylan’s drinking away, I cancel his taxi.

‘Hey yeah, my boyfriend, Dylan Kennedy, just called a cab, from 33 Apex Park apartments….yeah, can you cancel it? Cheers!’

I make sure I don’t speak too loudly, and for some subconscious reason, even slip in that he’s my boyfriend! Oops!

After the hour elapses, Dylan’s had a few more than I thought – and he’s hot because of the heating! While he’s getting sleepy, I slip into the spare room to see me – and tell Leon all about Dylan, just for a little extra teasing of course!

Anyway, I need to hide Leon – where’s the best place for most things – under the bed!

I go back to Dylan and find he’s taken his top off and his body is beautiful!! It’s an amazing, toned, bronze shade of skin, with equally stunning muscles – strongly defined and tight. Barely able to control myself I just stare at him!! Dylan notices and in his drunken state slurs

‘W-wwhat you lookin at man?’

I stumble a little here and exclaim that I’m just a bit surprised he hasn’t stripped completely!! Anyway, he complains he feels a bit funny, so I just tell him that as long as he has something under the trousers, he can take those off to cool down. He does just that- he has manavgat escort some very nice shorts on – amazingly tight lemon yellow lycra trunks on – and says he feels much better that he’s only wearing his gym kit. I can’t help but wonder if he is gay wearing those!!

It’s getting late, and I’m getting incredibly turned on, with a hot guy in my apartment wearing nothing but tight yellow trunks and another strapped down in my spare bedroom!

Dylan vaguely wonders why the taxi hasn’t yet arrived and slurs more and more, so in the end I just tell him I’ll cancel the taxi as he isn’t in a state to go anywhere and offer him the spare room – as he’ll be out for the count he won’t know what else is in there with him….!

Dylan’s virtually asleep in the short time it takes me to get myself a drink, so I help him to the spare room. The moment I drop Dylan onto the bed, he drops off completely, and I take another moment to look at his body. I take a longer look at his bulge in the trunks…so clearly defined…so big…so inviting!

I lie him down and wish him a good night. As I step out of the room, I can’t help but worry slightly that he’ll wake up, or something, and start poking around….after all, Leon is under the bed with Dylan!!

I go to my own room, and get ready for bed. Not long after, I switch off the lamp and settle down. It’s been a busy day!

‘THUMP’

I wake up with a start – I quickly check the clock – it’s 1am! What the hell was that noise?? I get up quickly and quietly, and pad over to the door. Peeking out, I can’t see anything…. I creep to the spare room, put my ear to the door and hear Dylan exclaim

What the f….? What the hell is going on here???’ his voice is slightly raised

It suddenly hits me – Dylan’s found me and my secret…

The door knob turns and I know Dylan wants one of 2 things 1)a word or 2) to get out.

Either way, I’ve got to stop him from either….there’s no way he can leave – not now!

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We all just stand there staring at each other, wondering who was going to speak first.

This hot stud just stood there eyeing us up and down and then gave a cheeky half smile; I stand there frozen with fear until I look up and see him smiling.

I stand there pondering, “Does he want to join?”

I turn to Callum to see if he is thinking the same as me.

He looked at me and grinned.

Yes, he was! He then turned his head facing this guy at the doorway with a subtle cheeky tone in his voice, “anything we can help you with?”

With that he started walking towards us, closing the door behind him, I could feel Callum’s cock go soft why he was concentrating on this guys coming towards us.

He took off his suede jacket and let it just drop the floor, he moved in even closer, I could feel his breath getting closer to my lips. I lock his eyes with mine and he moves in to kiss me, I stare at these perfect lips, these soft pert lips just a kind of rose colour pink that you just wish you could kiss just once in your life.

He licks his lips to make them just a little moist, wow his breath smells so sweet like he had been eating a peach just before walking in here, oh my god his getting so close now his breath warming my lips, giving them this tingle that I’ve never experienced before.

He gently kisses my lips; it sends shivers down my spine, all the way to my fingertips and my toes.

I feel my cock starts to tingle, his making me hard again. Wow I’ve never been so turned on in my life. He pulls away from me.

I make room in front of me so he can go in front creating a sandwich with me as its filling, I don’t bother to ask him his name, hey what do I care, I lift up his shirt slowly, like it was in slow motion, I wanted to savour every moment of this why I could!

He loves to tan in the sun, I look down to his navel and see his tan line just sitting there above his shorts, I go up a little further and revealed this perfect V pattern leading from his hips down to his groin I was like he was paving the way for me.

Further up I go I see the end of a snail trail it was like a perfect landing strip, more, there are the start of what I sense are some rock hard abs, then I reveal another two, then another two and then two more, I reach his pecks and lift his shirt more my eyes following the definition of his chest these perfect golden hard pecks with a tiny nipples poking out at the end of them.

My tongue screaming to follow the outline of his V line, up to his abs ensuring that I don’t miss a single piece of skin on this young guys body working my tongue up his sternum into the middle of his chest, moving to his left nipple running my tongue around it and across the tip, making it slightly wet, it getting harder so I flick it making it harder, then when finished with that one, retracing my steps along to his other nipple taking it between my teeth just nibbling ever so slightly.

Why I do this I am slowly reaching my hand into his shorts just stroking his cock, feeling the small amount of hair at the top, this telling me that he likes to keep himself well groomed.

I snap out of this fantasy that was going on in my head, I had the real thing in front of me, I didn’t need to fantasise. I push my bum back onto Callum showing him that I still acknowledge he is there and he has his load left to shoot inside me!

He responds by slightly thrusting into me, showing me that his still hard and in control. He bends forward licking the middle of my back all the way up to my neck, going back down şişli escort and kissing his way back up across my shoulder blade, towards my shoulder joint.

I reach towards… let’s call him Scott.

I reach for his hands grabbing them at the wrists, and force them up so they are above his head and hold them there against the cubical wall, he pushes his shoulders back to the wall and moves his crotch closer to mine so he was at an angle like his bottom half was leaning towards me begging for me to take out his cock and suck on it.

But I wasn’t going to do that just yet, I was going to make this last. So I lift up his shirt forcing it over his head as not to get in my way and then I carried out my day dream, I followed it just like I had imagined it and my mind wasn’t wrong.

He had the snail trail, the perfect V line and the most gorgeous glow to his skin, this golden colour and a white line where his waist band ends, he obviously liked to wear just his shorts when he tans, how else what he get this line? My mind started to drift away again…

Wow, I was back to reality again, wow this guy seems to have some power over me.

Maybe it was the way he looked, way his breath smelt so sweet, his tan or that half smirk/smile that he first gave when he caught us, or maybe it was the thrill that this whole situation just shouldn’t be happening.

His hands still pushed back against the walls with mine, our fingers interlocking, he was liking this and so was I, so I continued to play with his nipple. Some more kissing back down towards his snail-trail down his V lines, reaching the waist band, the more I bent down the more Callum’s cock entered me getting more deeper and ever more satisfying –

I unlocked my fingers from his, running my hands over his smooth chest, across his hard erect nipples to which I gave a slight tweak to as I passed, down over each rip that was his abs and down to his waist band, pulling it down ever so slightly kissing the top just where his pubic hair meets just pure smooth skin.

Moving down further down towards the base of his penis, It becomes visible to me, wow he was a big boy, he was bigger and thicker than Callum, I’ve never had one this big in my entire sexual experience, I have only dreamed to have one like this, I’ve heard that the bigger thicker guys make the best lovers as every inch of your hole is covering it so tight It makes you more sensitive and you feel it more because of that fact.

I slowly nibble the base of his penis, making his cock fill up quickly getting hard that even his shorts were becoming tight. Working my way up to the head.

I bring my tongue to his tip, licking all around his thick cut cock. And then I stretch my mouth as wide as I can and take in this giant beast, Callum groans as he feels the warmth of my arse tightening around him. His puts his left hand on my shoulder ensuring he can get as deep as possible inside me, pulling me back onto him as he pushes deep inside me, his right hand reaching up to Scott’s lips, he licks his thumb and runs it along Scott’s lips making them more moist,

Scott opens his mouth letting out a little groan, his tongue peeking out and running across the top of Callum’s thumb.

Callum moves his thumb into Scott’s mouth running it along his tongue to which Scott recipicates and starts to massage it back closing his lips around it and stats to suck on it.

I was in heaven right now, I’ve always fantasised about a threesome but have never had the courage tuzla escort to have one… until now.

Scott then pulls away releasing Callum’s thumb and leans in to kiss him making his cock slip from my mouth, to which I followed and leaned in to take it in some more, I wasn’t letting go that easily.

I grabbed Scott’s cock from its base, milking any precum that was acclimating inside come to the surface so I could lick it up, I managed to get a few drops and just let it slide down the back of my throat, savouring the taste.

After lapping up his precum I pull away and break them two away from kissing and turn Scott around so he was facing the cubicle wall while still making his hands stay firmly pressed against the wall. I pull down his shorts all the way to that his bare buttocks was staring me in the face.

I kiss both his cheeks and run my tongue up the middle of his hole to the top and wiggle my tongue slowly at first and then getting faster and faster as quick as my tongue would go spreading his cheeks baring his pink hole and continue to rim his making his hole moist, Callum getting more excited as he watches me face deep in this guy’s bum, Thrusts faster, I stand up so that I was at the same height as Callum.

I run a finger across Scott’s hole prepping it for my finger, I slowly slip it inside him to which he tenses immediately, I pause and await for him to relax before going any further, after a few breaths he relaxes and I work my finger to his prostrate and apply pressure.

I prepare another finger and continue to insert it inside him; he whimpers a little more out loud, I rub his prostrate till he was practically screaming on this inside, afraid to let it out in case someone else would hear. I slowly retract, his hole still open and ready for me to plunge my cock straight into, I spit on my hand and massage my own saliva into my penis creating a lubrication, I place my head at the entrance of his rectum and slowly started to insert it, I got to about 3″ before he asked me to stop, this was obviously a new experience for him.

I stopped as he requested, his sphincter tightening around me, I whisper into his ear to relax and enjoy it and not to worry, this seemed to help a little as he started to relax, then I started going in further, wow, I haven’t topped in such a long time this was such an intense feeling, I forgot how It felt to be this deep inside a guy.

I got in further and he told me to stop again, I began to sense that he wasn’t enjoying this as much as I so I pulled out and asked him if he was ok? He tells me that he is a virgin and has only ever been a top.

Upon hearing this news Callum pulls out of me and sits me on the toilet seat and puts his cock in front of my face, then reaches for Scott’s hip and turns him around so his cock was also in my face.

Did he want me to suck them both at the same time? I look up at Callum and then then to Scott who are just there staring down at me, waiting for me to take them both. So I grab them both at the base and put them in my mouth. I suck on each one, paying more attention to one and alternating, both of them grabbing me at the back of my head making me take both of them more.

Scott in a hurry grabs me by the hair bringing me to my feet and makes me face Callum and bends me forward. His cock was going to be the biggest I had yet taken and I knew that this was going to hurt, with that I took a deep breath in and proceeded to kiss Callum as a distraction.

He slowly thrusts his pendik escort shaft getting more and more lubricated the deeper he went in, the veins on this monster cock were throbbing against my prostate, after I relaxed and got used to his massive size I began to enjoy it more and more thrusting my bum onto him ensuring that he was deeper in me than anyone ever has been. I grab Callum’s cock and start to wank him off hoping that he will shoot over my face or deep into my throat making me choke on every drop of his juice that shoots out.

I feel Scott’s hands on my hips as he thrusts deeper and deeper, how glad I was that he came in when he did. Callum’s head tilted back, his breath got deeper and I knew that this was it, he was getting ready to cum, I open my mouth ready to catch it or have it on my face, I didn’t care anymore I just wanted it. Scott reaches round to my cock and begins to wank me hard and fast why still thrusting,

Callum’s cock then starts to twitch in my hand, here we go he’s resisting, but I was not going to let him hold on that hot sticky load, I wanted it and I wanted it now!!

I increase the speed, tightening my grip I kept pursuing it even with my wrist getting cramped I wasn’t going to be defeated, Callum grabs Scott at the back of his head and kisses him to prevent him from screaming out and within seconds of kissing his shoots his hot load, the first squirt hitting my face and the rest going into my mouth crashing onto my tongue which was ready to catch, Scott getting excited at hearing Callum moan begins to start climaxing I stand up Callum’s hand placed firmly over my mouth muffling any sound and ensuring that I swallow every inch of him.

He takes over from Scott and continues to wank my rock hard cock, Scott hearing me groaning, begins to become shallow in his breathing his breath hitting the hairs on my neck. His breath stopping as he begins to empty his ball sack inside me filling my hole with the hottest stickiest, wettest cum I’ve ever felt inside me, I could just feel it oozing out of him and my bum happy to take his offering. With every thrust after that I could just feel him massaging it into me making my prostate more sensitive.

I begin to feel myself reaching climax, my muscles started to stiffen, my toes and fingers curling up, I stare directly into Callum’s eyes as I feel my body begin to shake and shudder, oh my god I was going to cum and as I continued to stare into Callum’s eyes, I could feel myself about to shoot, and with that I shot my load.

It managed to Catch Callum on his chest and all along his stomach it had shot nearly as far as his chin.

I could feel myself beginning to sweat, as a feeling of relief came over me, wow, this was intense I had, had such an amazing time with these two guys I wish it could of happened more often, but I knew this was just a one chance thing, that there was never going to be a repeat performance, as we all stood there feeling overwhelmed at what had happened and cleaning ourselves up we just couldn’t help but stand there and smirk and look smug.

We all proceeded to walk over to the sinks to wash our hands, and slowly exited the toilets one by one as not to bring too much attention to ourselves, and as Scott left he turned back to look at me and gave me a cheeky wink as if to say,

“I’ll see you again another time!”

*****

Thank you for reading this story, I hope you enjoyed it, this idea was given to me by a friend all I asked him for was a theme and I let my imagination run wild, if you would like me to write a story for you of a similar nature, then message me or leave a comment and rating with a plot or few words describing what you would like i.e. “getting caught y cruising” “male on male” and i will make you a story, and dedicate it to you! Please keep in mind that this is a hobby of mine and it will take me a couple of days to prepare it!

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DAY SHIFT

Franklin Melville, host/waiter at the Club, was stuck with the twelve to five shift – and not the good one. He’d arrived at the Club at 11:30, had lunch in the staff room, had the guy who’d made the lunch on top of the table in the staff room, and then went on to his station at the desk in the entry room, knowing all too well from previous day shifts that that lovely little interlude with the cook was all the exercise his cock was going to get for the next 5 hours. Sigh.

Frank looked down at his uniform; his spotless, perfectly pressed shirt and tie (the uniform jacket not mandatory unless he actually had to let a member in, so at the moment it was resting on top of the counter in front of him); his hard-on poking up in the air from the gap in his chaps, giving him an accusing look out of its single tearing eye, the head and shaft a deep, dark red due to the snap-on cock-ring fastened around its base. The only sound in the room was the low level buzz of the vibrator he’d inserted into himself at 11:59. That had been over an hour ago, closer to an hour and a half. The thing was just sitting there, teasing his prostate and, together with the cock-ring, keeping him on edge.

The temptation to reach back and work the vibrator back and forth was a constant distraction – not that he had that much else to keep his mind off his ass. But he knew that if the boss should decide to make a surprise inspection and found him masturbating – even if he kept his hands off his throbbing dick – it could mean suspension from active duty for days, maybe even weeks if he was unlucky enough to get caught shooting off.

As it was, he sat on his stool, trying to read his book and just wait for the next three and a half hours to go by. Day shift was allowed to read on the job; but not to listen to music, play video games, watch TV or anything else that made noise – so that on the off chance that a customer came knocking he would be able to hear them, no matter how faint the knock was.

‘Yeah, right.’ Sigh.

‘Don’t think about the way your prostate is begging for just a little friction. Don’t think about how easy it would be to reach down and undo the leather cock-ring, giving Junior a little breathing space, maybe give him a little stroke of encouragement for being such a good, upstanding boy. Don’t think about that cute cook’s ass, the way the guy moaned and bucked and shot off into the jar he’d brought with him while you stroked off inside him. REALLY don’t think about that jar, since it’ll only make you think about all those other dicks getting milked in the kitchen; about the day you’d been hired when the chef had tried to drain your balls dry while Mr. Colbert had pounded the staff of authority up you aching pussy…’

Frank was so caught up in his memories, he almost missed the gentle knock on the door.

There it came again. Looking quickly at the monitor on his desk, he saw a club membership card being held up to the camera by the door, a hint of gray hair and pinstripe suit behind it.

For a moment, Frank froze, unsure what to do – this was the Club’s version of a graveyard shift, nothing ever happens at these hours! Then his mind went back on-line and he reached for the switch to unlatch the door, at the same time hitting the button on his pager alerting his back-up (lucky bastard, got to screw around with the other staff members while Frank had been stuck behind this desk) that a member had arrived and, with luck, he would have to replace Frank at the door, before quickly pulling on his jacket.

As the man came in from the street, Frank got his first decent look at him. Like most members, he was a mature man – closer to 50 than 30, if Frank was any judge – dressed in an expensively understated business suit, his gray hair neatly cut zonguldak escort and combed into place. The only thing not chiming with the look of quiet, competent sophistication was the hunger burning in his eyes as he took in Frank’s lower body, as the host came out from behind his desk and approached him.

“Good afternoon, sir. Would you care to check your things and follow me inside, or is your business of a more urgent nature?” he asked, vaguely remembering the standard line he’d been told to give, well over two years ago when he’d been in training, in the event that a club member should come in during the day. This was the first time he’d ever had to use it.

Frank himself was closer to 30 than 50, a slight wave to his light-brown hair which was combed back from his face, framing his dark blue eyes. His cock was, according to one of the more poetic members he’d had the pleasure of serving, a ‘succulently mouthwatering’ fat 8 inches, and without a word, the current visitor proved his own opinion by immediately dropping to his knees and gulping the whole throbbing rod down his eager throat.

A slightly bemused look on his face, Frank looked down at the customer at his feet as Jason, his backup, came to the curtain that separated the entry room from the main room, his hands just finishing with his tie, his own cock sticking out of the gap in his uniform pants glistening with either spit or lube. Jason was professional enough not to barge in on the two men, but instead hid himself from the customer’s view and watched – if the man made Frank cum, then it would be Jason’s job to replace him at the entry room until Frank cleaned himself up and his dick recovered, so, of course, Jason had to be right on-site so he could spring into place as soon as the customer was out of sight. The fact that watching was a turn-on was completely coincidental.

The member at Franks feet looked like he was doing his honest best to choke himself, pressing his face into Frank’s groin while his throat muscles milked the hard, swollen shaft buried inside him. Looking down, Frank could just make out that the man had undone the fly of his suit trousers, and was whacking away on his already hard cock – the sounds of the fleshy smacks were all-too clear even over the whimpering sounds coming from the man’s chest, as well as the slurping wet noises of his mouth sucking hard on Frank’s juicy cock.

One of the member’s hands suddenly grabbed Frank’s ass, pulling him still closer, as though the man suspected that Frank was holding out on him and truly wanted to get every last tiny millimeter into his voracious maw. As the hand got a tighter grip on one of his ass-cheeks, the fingertips came into contact with the handle of the vibrator which had been Frank’s sole form of entertainment up until the man’s arrival.

As he the felt the hard, vibrating plastic, the man pulled himself away and spoke for the first time, his voice a little rough from the abuse his throat had just suffered, “Turn around. I want to see what you’ve got in there!”

“Very good, sir,” Frank said in his most professional voice as he turned and complied, turning to face away from the man and bending over to give him a better angle, “But don’t you think, sir, it might be a good idea to continue this somewhere that doesn’t have a door leading to the outside world?”

The man didn’t seem to hear him, too engrossed in the sight of the pink handle sticking out from between Frank’s firm, round cupcakes before he began to lick around it, pressing his tongue against the plastic, even managing to slip the tip of his tongue into the hole alongside it.

Suddenly he stood up and, taking a firm grip on the base of the vibrating dildo, pulled it out of Frank’s fethiye escort ass with one hard yank. Frank did his best to stifle his cry of surprise and pain at the suddenness of the action and the friction it caused, his hands reaching out to grab at the top of the counter to keep him from toppling over. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the man had pushed his trousers down past his thighs and was now busy squatting down slightly and pushing the thoroughly lubed vibrator into his own hungry man-hole. Frank knew the exact moment the artificial cock hit his prostate, as the member seemed to lose all tension, a look of delicious pleasure spread all over his face.

Opening his eyes, the member then grabbed Frank by both hips and, just as brutally fast as he’d emptied Frank’s back-pussy, he filled him back up, this time with his own twitching man-meat. By the feel of it, the customer had a very respectable 7 something inches of his own, though fortunately not too thick – just thick enough to make Frank feel it as the hot cock was shoved into him to the hilt, while not so thick that he was worried about internal damage. “Ohh!” an involuntary sighing-moan forced its way out his lips as the member’s balls slapped against his firm butt. “Ahhh!” as the cock began to pull back out again, retreating until only the head remained before being rammed back in.

From the beginning the fuck was a quick, hard one. Frank didn’t know if it was because the customer had obviously been primed before his arrival at the Club, or if he was just inspired by the buzzing 9 inches of thick plastic vibrating against his inner erogenous zones, but this was definitely going to be a quick cum on the customer’s part – which probably meant that Frank himself wouldn’t get the chance to shoot his own wad. Oh, well, he could at least enjoy the hard battering his prostate was receiving, as well as the grunts and moans coming from behind him as the customer pounded himself to orgasm inside of Frank’s welcoming body.

“Ohhh, ass! Oh, fuckin’ ass! Fuck! Gimme that ass! Oh, fuck!” What the man’s moaned words lacked in originality they more than made up for in passion as he pistonned back and forth.

Frank only had a moment’s warning before his rectum was flooded, the hot flow helping to ease the burning friction as his customer’s hips speeded up even more for his climax. “Yes! Yes! Fuck, YES!!!”

Frank’s own excitement was reaching a boiling point, although between the restraint fastened on his dick’s base and the fact that he needed both hands to keep from being slammed into the counter he was leaning against – which would have crushed his erection in the most painful way if he let go – he couldn’t give himself the kind of relief his customer was experiencing. Still, he’d take a flooded rectum over a dry one any day.

As the last shots fired from his buried cock, the man leaned against Frank’s back, his death-grip on Frank’s hips finally easing, his body slowly relaxing as he came down from his climax, panting breath whooshing against the back of Frank’s neck. “Ahh, shit… yeah!”

Resting for a few moments, the customer then pulled himself upright, disengaging his spent cock from Frank’s raw-feeling hole and bent over to pull up his trousers. After repeatedly trying, and failing, to pull them all the way up the confused look on his face only cleared as he remembered the vibrator still lodged deep inside of him.

“Allow me, sir,” Frank said, gently turning the man around the reaching down for the handle. Slowly he pulled it out, his movements far more gentle than the member’s had been when HE had removed the dildo from Frank. After he successfully pulled it free, the man finished pulling up his clothing and re-fastened them. alanya escort He appeared rather embarrassed, now that it was all over, his eyes not meeting Franks, but looking down at the floor – or at Frank’s purple, leaky dick.

He seemed to find new inspiration at the sight and, licking his lips, the man once again went down on his knees and took Franks erection into his mouth for a deep-throated suck. Pulling his face away briefly, he kept his eyes firmly at crotch level as he asked, “May I?”

It took Frank’s sluggish mind a moment to understand the question – did he want to take Frank’s cock away with him as a souvenir or something? ‘Oh, I see!’ Looking at the restraint around the base, the member wasn’t sure if Frank was allowed to spunk off.

Frank was more than happy to reassure him, “Members are allowed to do almost anything they wish, sir, so long as it is not illegal. I’m here to give you whatever service you require, sir. Would you like me to something else for you, sir?”

Finally looking Frank in the eye, the member said, “Yes. I want you to give me a mouthful, more if you can manage it, in ten seconds or less.”

“In that case, sir, might I suggest you return to what you were doing so very skillfully only a few seconds ago? I can guarantee you’ll get the mouthful, but how soon is really… OH, YEAH!” It took all of Frank’s self-control not to grab onto the man’s head as the most powerful suction he’d ever felt was applied to his cockhead, followed by a full, deep-thoated massage for his whole tingling shaft.

It might have been ten seconds. It might have been ten years. All Frank knew was that he was getting one of the most awesome blow-jobs of his life and, much like the fuck that preceded it, it was over much too soon – although, at least this time it was HIM shooting his wad into another man’s willing orifice.

And just like that, the man was gone. It was a good thing there was no-one out in the street looking into the building, as Frank was retroactively aware that he had stood of full view of the doorway for the, admittedly brief, moment it had been open. It seemed to his sluggish mind that he had cum, blinked, there was a flash of light (the door opening and closing, showing the brightly sunlit street), and suddenly he was alone.

Or, almost alone. “Wow! And here I’d been led to believe that the day shift was a dud! Do they always suck you like that, or do you have to be a really good fuck?” Jason was lightly stroking himself as he moved from behind the curtains, the flush on his youthful face an almost unnecessary accent to how aroused the scene he’d witnessed had made him.

“Well, I’ll tell you, man – I’ve done more than 50 day shifts on this job, and that was singularly THE most exciting one I’ve ever, EVER had! By a mile!” Frank smiled, reaching behind himself to finger his well-used hole. “And, by the way, get your hand off of that,” he gestured with his free hand towards Jason’s hand rubbing his throbbing cock, “You’ve got to sit behind the desk and cover for me till I finish cleaning up and get wood again. The idea is that there might be another club member coming in for a nooner while I’m out of commission. But don’t count on it – lightning isn’t likely to strike twice. But it is against day-shift rules for the guy on duty to get off unless it’s for the benefit of a club member – and in case no-one told you, our boss likes to spring surprise inspections on day-shifters, and if he catches you spanking the monkey, you’ll be in big trouble, whether you cum or not.”

“Man, that sucks!” Jason said, reluctantly letting himself go as he sat down at the desk.

“Tell me about it! At least you’re only here till I recover, not the full 5 hours. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a brief shower and see what’s cooking in the kitchen,” Frank said, licking his lips, thinking about all those jars of spunk being filled in preparation for the dinner rush as he turned and left.

The next one will be a while, but it’ll have some old favorites in it. Thanks to everyone who wrote in with their feedback and commentary. You make it all worthwhile.

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*This is my second story. It’s based on an experience a couple years ago as a freshman in college. Although, getting punished in my college frat is not nearly as erotic as this. Hope you enjoy!*

Phil stood nervously before the disciplinary committee of the Sigma-Phi Brotherhood. Five of his fellow fraternity brothers sat at the head table at the front of the room. This was his first brush with the rules of the frat as a newly initiated brother. He was as big as the other brothers at about 170lbs with a well-defined chest and thick muscular thighs from years of cycling.

“Do you admit to having neglected your weekly duties around the house brother?” asked our Fraternity president.

“Yes, Brother Senior” answered Phil with resignation, “I did.”

“This is an exclusive fraternity. We have very little tolerance for brothers who don’t pull their own weight. Especially newly initiated brothers such as yourself”

“I’m really sorry. I just got so distracted with school and I just-,” stammered Phil but he didn’t get to complete his plea. Brother Senior, who was called Max outside of these official settings, put his hand in the air to cut him off from talking any further.

“No need for excuses or begging. You’ve been a model new initiate up until this point, so you don’t need to worry about being expelled from Sigma-Phi,” declared Max. Phil breathed a sigh of relief. This relief quickly disappeared.

“That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook Brother. You will not be kicked out, but you must be disciplined at the very least. Do you agree?”

“Y-Yes Brother Senior,” replied Phil cautiously. He had no Idea where this was heading.

“Great! I’m glad we got out of the way,” said Max almost cheerfully with a hint of relief. “You get a choice of which senior brother you wish to carry out your punishment. You can pick any one of the five of us at this table.”

This left Phil even more confused. He had no clue what the punishment entail or even when it would be. He scanned the brothers seated in front of him. Jason Alves, his best friend from high school who encouraged him to join Sigma-Phi, caught his eye. If he had to get punished, it should be someone that he knew. At this point, he assumed it must be something corporal like a paddling.

“At giresun escort least Jason wouldn’t go too hard on me,” he thought. We are good buddies after all.

“Brother Alves,” declared Phil. Jason gave a small grin.

“Brother Alves it is,” said Max. “Your punishment will be carried out right here in this room this coming Friday at 7pm. Dress in khakis, your fraternity polo, black sneakers, clean white briefs, and socks. You will be punished in front of the Disciplinary Committee so don’t think that Brother Alves will go easy on you just because you’re both buddies.”

“At Sigma-Phi, we believe that punishment of a fellow brother is a sacred and solemn act. As such, disciplinary activities are never to be spoken of or asked about outside of the confines of this room. You are not to ask about your punishment before it takes place not talk about it after. Do you understand Brother?”

“Yes, Brother Senior” Phil replied solemnly.

“Good to know. We’ll see you back here on Friday evening. Until then, continue with your regular activities and try not to dwell on what’s coming. It won’t do you any good.”

It was laughable that Max would tell Phil “not to dwell” on what was to come. It would obviously be all he thought about for the next five days. Jason was well built, tall and slightly stocky. He was definitely one of the biggest brothers in Sigma-Phi and was a power lifter. Despite his massive build, he had one of the most caring and sensitive personalities in the frat. This earned him the title of the “gentle giant”. Phil and Jason hung out nearly every day and had classes together. It felt like an impossible feat to not ask about what was going to happen in that room. Nonetheless, Phil followed the rules. He and Jason went about the week, laughed, played games, studied, went to the gym like nothing was on anyone’s mind. Phil did not want to put Jason in an awkward position of breaking the frat rules or having to sell out his buddy for asking.

They were studying late on Thursday night in the frat common room. Everyone else had gone to bed or was on the main campus so the house was unusually quiet.

“You know you’re my buddy no matter what, right Phil?” asked Jason in a melancholy voice.

“Yeah. yalova escort Of course, man,” answered Phil quizzically.

“So we’re cool right?” His voice had a hint of pleading. Phil knew what he was talking about and did not want to pressure him to go any deeper. The fact that Jason was pre-emptively apologizing made him even more nervous about what was going to happen tomorrow night.

“Yeah bro. We’re cool,” Phil responded. He tried his best to make it sound casual. The simple exchange felt like such a potent moment in their friendship. Phil’s upcoming discipline was obviously also on Jason’s mind- the difference being that Jason knew what was going to happen and Phil did not. Phil started regretting asking for Jason to be his punisher. He did not want it to damage their friendship irreparably.

Friday Night: About to start

Phil stood with his hands behind his back outside of the fraternity dining room. He nervously watched the clock above the door tick past 6:51pm. Four of the brothers on the disciplinary committee came down the stairs dressed in their frat blazers and khakis. Three of them entered the room while Max stayed outside to briefly talk to Phil.

“How are you? Hope you didn’t psyche yourself out all week,” joked Max. Phil was taken aback by how friendly the encounter was considering what was about to happen.

“I’m okay, Brother Senior,” Phil replied solemnly. Max offered him a glass of water which he accepted.

“Good to hear bro. We want you a little nervous, but we don’t want you shitting yourself,” Max laughed again as he playfully nudged Phil on the shoulder. Phil forced a small smile to not seem disrespectful. “Look man, I know this is weird for you. I’ve sat through many a punishment session and they’re never pretty to watch. I really just wanted to let you know that despite whatever happens in that room, we really do care about you okay.” He rested his on Phil’s shoulder. With that, Max entered the dining room.

Phil stared at the clock. It was 6:59 when Jason came downstairs.

“You ready bro?” asked Jason.

“Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”

7:00pm. Jason held the door open and Phil walked in to see the head table with four of the committee yozgat escort members. There was a single old armchair in the centre of the room with white ropes around the arms and a small basket beneath the chair. There was also a smaller stool next to the chair. To the back of the room there was a contraption that he couldn’t quite see. On the wall there was a range of spanking implements including a flogger, a paddle, and canes of different thicknesses. Phil’s eyes widened.

“Stand in the centre of the room Brother,” said Jason. His tone was now much more official. Studio lights pointed away from the head table towards the armchair which made Phil squint and barely able to see the brothers at the front of the room.

“Welcome Brother. Thank you for joining us this evening to participate in this unfortunate business,” boomed Max. He’d reverted back to an official tone.

“Disciplining a brother is never an easy task- not for the disciplinarian and certainly not for the brother. It is a sacred duty that we are called upon to carry out and we must treat it as such. Rather than our usual pledge paddlings which take place with almost anyone present, our punishment sessions are a much more intimate affair that happens only amongst a close-knit group of brothers.”

“Here are the rules. Brother Alves is your disciplinarian for the evening. You aren’t required to speak formally to each other. That means that you can address each other however you usually do in casual settings. In fact, we insist on it. Helps things flow a little more smoothly.”

Max then began to read from a list of rules.

“You will obey all orders given by your disciplinarian without question for the duration of your punishment session.

You are to answer all questions asked by your disciplinarian no matter how embarrassing. Your answers are to be audible to the entire company gathered.

If you are no longer able to complete the punishment, say the fraternity name. You will be escorted to your room to gather your belongings and be automatically expelled from the fraternity.

Your punishment will be carried out naked. You are not to attempt to hide or shield any intimate areas on your body from punishment.

Your punishment will consist of a mix of humiliation and pain. Remember that you are in a room of five fellow brothers that are forbidden from speaking about anything they witness here tonight.”

“Finally, on a more personal note. I know you are both good buddies. Phil please don’t let anything Jason is about to do to you taint your friendship. A good bro is hard to find.” Max added. “Begin please.”

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