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Chapter Eleven — Hurtful Truths

Adrian traced invisible lines on Edward’s hand, profiting of the fact that it laid flat between them, like an invitation. Edward smiled as he stole a glance at him, but one of his fingers began tapping, so Adrian placed his entire hand on top to stop it. “You can’t be nervous,” he said matter-of-factly. “These are your people, right?”

In the backseat of his luxury car, in his luxury clothes, spelling privilege, and money from head to toe, Edward Hastings was nervous. Adrian couldn’t quite believe it, but it didn’t take a psychic to realize that a lot went through Edward’s mind at the moment.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t like it,” Adrian added, seeing how Edward remained silent, lost, most probably, in his own head.

A short laugh was the answer. “There’s nothing I like more in the world.” The voice inflections were a tad harsh, and, for a second, there was a glint of something foreign in Edward’s beautiful eyes. From smooth green, they turned to cut emerald, and Adrian looked engrossed at the transformation. Edward was, undoubtedly, a man with layers and shadows, too.

“All right. If you say so. What am I supposed to do, again?”

“Be polite. Tend to me and only me. Refuse any invitation, even if it may sound harmless. These are not ordinary people.”

“Am I joining the Freemasonry or something? Now I get why you wanted me to wear better clothes,” Adrian joked. “I would appreciate knowing about it in advance.”

Edward laughed, but it wasn’t his free laugh from before when they had been at the house. “Nothing of the kind. But rich people, Adrian, are in the position of enjoying freedoms like no other. That means they mostly believe that they have a right to treat others like objects or pawns for their little games. I believe you have the mental strength to resist. Others have failed before.”

“Damn. The plot thickens. All I have to do is to stay true to you, right?”

Edward confirmed with a small grunt as he kicked off some invisible lint from his suit jacket.

“Then, it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

Edward stared at him for a long second.

“What?” Adrian asked.

“I was expecting a follow-up to such serious words.”

Adrian laughed. “You won’t get a confession out of me so easily, Your Majesty.” He relaxed and stretched like he was already bored out of his wits. “I’m a tough one, and I’ll show it to you.”

“Counting on it, Adrian.” Edward leaned in and placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Adrian cursed inwardly for not catching the move so that he could enjoy kissing Edward thoroughly.

“We’re almost there,” Edward said, straightening back into his place and looking ahead like he was expecting to go to war.

The moment was lost. But there would be plenty of other moments, and right now, Adrian didn’t mind. Edward had given him some heavenly head just earlier so he couldn’t complain. Whatever Edward thought was so important about this stupid sex club, he would forget about in due time. Adrian had a plan to make Edward spill out ill-timed confessions. And, when that happened, he would have the man all to himself to do as he pleased.

“Man, are we in Monaco?” Adrian whistled as he looked at the rows of expensive vehicles that had to be all limited editions or something. No, limited couldn’t cover what he was seeing. Exclusive sounded more like a term that fit the fleet of cars already parked in front of what seemed to be an old, but majestic building. “Are they really okay with having sex at the museum? It doesn’t sound that kinky to me. More like creepy.”

Edward smiled. “I love your sense of humor, Adrian, but let’s just keep it to ourselves. And, of course, it’s not a museum.”

“Right. It’s more like a crypt for vampires. Wait, is that why you’re so sexy? Are you secretly a vampire?”

“If you haven’t noticed, I have no trouble walking in the sun.”

“You’re a hotshot vampire and a doctor on top of everything. In all your thousands of years of existence, you might have found a cure to that.”

Edward shook his head. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Hopefully, I’m not as pale as those creatures of the night.”

Adrian caressed his lover’s cheek briefly. “Maybe you could use more time in the sun.”

“Well, it’s already evening, so let’s plan such an outing for a different time. Now, let’s face the music.”

“As you say, boss. Your wish is my command.”

The chauffeur came to hold the door for them, and Adrian somehow expected to be welcomed by the harsh lights of cameras when he climbed out of the car. Luckily, there was no such thing, and there was no red carpet, either, which was, again, something he had expected.

The impressive marble staircase that took the guests inside the belly of the beast was just the beginning. Adrian leaned and whispered into Edward’s ear, “Am I supposed to act impressed? Because I am, and trying to keep a straight face might make my muscles hurt.”

“It’s your first time. All is forgiven.”

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“Duly noted.”

Adrian noticed the somewhat rigid stance of Edward’s body but didn’t comment on it. Before getting to know the guy better, he had thought him to be a cold fish. It was all right. Edward could be as much of a cold fish as he wanted with anyone but him.

It was a bit childish of him, but when the back of Edward’s hand brushed by his, it took him some effort not to grab it so that they could walk inside holding hands.

At the entrance, he allowed Edward to walk in front of him, but he kept one possessive hand on the small of his back. Already, Edward was greeting all kinds of nobodies, and Adrian felt instantly territorial.

Everyone seemed rich, dressed nicely, and by how they greeted Edward back, they might have had more than friendly interest. Something in their eyes told Adrian Edward was a prize, whether he knew it or not. Lingering stares were aimed at him, as well, but he focused on Edward, not wanting to gawk like a child taken to see the circus for the first time. Also, he wasn’t entirely sure he could control a teeth-showing snarl if he looked too hard around.

The place had a vibe, and it wasn’t a pleasant one, Adrian could tell. It wasn’t creepy, or a museum, or a crypt, but it was cold. It might have had something to do with those tall granite walls. The interior was lit a giorno by impressive candelabras and chandeliers that appeared to take up more real estate than it was physically possible. The light came out of everywhere, and yet it still felt like there was something inside sucking it in.

It could be the heavy burgundy curtains draping the large windows, but Adrian doubted that. The place was supposed to give the illusion of warmth, but it performed poorly. Around them, people have already started to mingle, and Adrian allowed himself a few looks around.

There were clearly at least a dozen people who looked striking and as they had just descended from the covers of fashion magazines. Adrian noticed a man in his late fifties who was quite clearly showing his age, touching the ass of a twenty-something who laughed and threw his head back, for the instant delight of his handler.

He shrugged. So rich people came here to flaunt their young and beautiful lovers. Was that the only thing he was to Edward? He could playfully ask, but that was a question for later. For now, he needed to act like he wasn’t that impressed at all by the lavishness of the place or the behavior of the guests.

“And who is this handsome fellow you’ve brought with you tonight, Edward?” A man in his thirties, just expensively dressed as the whole lot, approached them.

His angular features made him unique, and Adrian supposed that some would consider him handsome, but, instinctively, he felt put off. Maybe the man used too much hair product because it shone a dark blue in the bright lights.

The way he held his lips as he talked was presumably pleasant, and it could be a method to sweeten the poisonous words spewed if Adrian’s intuition was correct. Everything about him was too studied, to the point of looking fake. Probably, even his icy blue eyes were contacts, not real.

“William,” Edward greeted the stranger politely. “This is my companion, Adrian.”

William offered a meek hand, and Adrian took it, stopping right in time from grimacing at the sensation that he held something wooden and at least partially dead in his hand.

“I was hoping to see you tonight alone for a change. It has been a while since that pretty thing you used to bring along — what was his name? Raphael something? –“

“Ralph,” Edward corrected the other promptly. “His name wasn’t that exotic.”

“But the things he did with his tongue surely were,” William replied, his full lips stretching into a strange smile.

Edward made a small grimace. Adrian frowned. Hadn’t Edward said something about how he didn’t allow his lovers to service anyone with their mouths? Apparently, a pretty thing called Ralph had broken that rule.

“I found him boring,” Edward said. “And I supposed you did, too, since I haven’t noticed you bringing him around, either.”

“Oh, Edward,” William placed one hand on Edward’s arm, holding on to it like he was about to fall and needed the support, “don’t tell me you’re still mad about that. Here, at The Awakening, it’s all about awakening one’s true nature.”

“In Ralph’s case, his true nature was that of a whore,” Edward said in a light tone.

William seemed taken aback by Edward’s words. “I had no idea you used such words.”

“One learns,” Edward replied. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

Adrian didn’t suppress a smirk as they left William there, staring after them, like a child after the ice cream truck. At the last moment, William’s eyes shifted from Edward’s back to Adrian, and his expression hardened. Adrian showed a bit of teeth and quirked an eyebrow. Whatcha gonna do, punk?

William pursed hatay escort his lips and set his chin high as he turned on his heels.

“Adrian?” Edward’s call made him turn, too.

“Who’s the creep?” Adrian whispered.

“William? He’s not a creep.”

“So you say. He stole your last boyfriend and fucked his mouth or something.”

Edward cleared his throat discreetly. “Let’s not talk so freely here.”

“I’m whispering so low I can barely hear myself. This party sucks already.”

Edward stopped and faced him. A smile never leaving his lips, he fixed Adrian’s tie. “Then, please forgive me. I will make it up to you.”

“Promise?”

“I always keep my word, Adrian.”

Adrian caught Edward’s arm before they would start walking again. “You know, the rule you told me to play by? It goes for you, too. No fooling around.”

Edward patted his cheek. “No need to worry. I’m a very selective man, and my tastes are not easy to match by what’s on offer.”

“Some dudes around here look like frigging supermodels.”

“I’m not interested in them,” Edward replied. “I’m only interested in you. Better?”

“Much.”

Edward freed his arm but only so that he could wrap it around Adrian’s. “William is a poor, tortured soul. So that you know.”

“He’s in love with you,” Adrian said.

“Hmm,” Edward offered in reply.

“You know it.”

“And there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“You know, you sound a little cruel right now.”

“Do I? I’m only fair.”

Adrian shrugged. Edward was right, after all. If it was not reciprocal, it wasn’t, and that was all there was to it. “Has he been in love with you for long?”

“I don’t know exactly. It could be years. But he will only be a friend. What? Do you feel threatened already?”

“Already? Hey, is this secretly your fan club? I swear, everywhere I look, people look at us like they want to fuck you. What am I talking about? They’re eye-fucking you, for real.”

“You’re mistaken, Adrian. Everyone you see here has secrets and hidden agendas. When someone looks at you like they want to fuck you, it’s one of two things: they really want to have sex with you, or they want to screw you over. I belong to the second category — you, to the first. And make no mistake. I bet most of the looks you noticed were aimed at you, not me.”

“What a fucking clusterfuck,” Adrian murmured under his breath. “Why are we here, again?”

“Because it’s fun,” Edward replied with a small shrug.

The way Edward hanged on Adrian’s arm, he was close and warm. Adrian felt a sudden urge to embrace him, kiss him, and drag him out of there. “If you say so.”

“Edward!” Another man smartly dressed, shouted from across the room.

He was in his thirties, tall and lean, and the feline grace of his walk put him Adrian on guard right away. His face was smoothly shaved, and Adrian could swear his eyebrows must have been manscaped. His most striking feature was his platinum blond hair that looked almost white. In contrast, his eyes were dark, and they appeared almost unnatural on his pale face, but dangerously appealing nonetheless. He was followed closely by another man, a slightly older one, shorter, and plain-looking. However, there was something dignified in how the second man held himself that made Adrian pay attention to him more.

“Ben!” Edward let go of Adrian’s arm so that he could share an embrace with the tall man. “Mr. Wright.” He bowed politely toward the other.

“Wow, new boy toy!” Ben exclaimed, and he shamelessly guided his attention toward Adrian.

“Oh, Ben, please, don’t do it,” Edward said.

“Do what?” Ben pretended not to understand as he moved to stand in front of Adrian. “Oh, he’s so exquisite! Such a beautiful complexion! May I touch him?”

“Hey, jerk,” Adrian said as he kept a cold smile on his face. “Keep your hands to yourself, or we’ll have a problem.”

Ben gasped exaggeratedly, placing one hand over his mouth.

“Adrian,” Edward said in warning.

“Hey, I can’t keep being polite if he treats me like I’m a monkey or something.”

Ben seemed to have recovered from the earlier shock. He snapped his fingers, which, for Adrian, at least, seemed like a strange thing to do.

“I like him. Does he have a name?” Ben asked, never removing his eyes from Adrian.

“He also has two mean fists if you care to know,” Adrian replied, his grin broadening.

Edward cleared his throat, but Adrian wasn’t going to let anyone walk over him.

“Benjamin,” Ben said and offered his hand. “Call me Ben.”

“Adrian.” He shook Ben’s hand and enjoyed the firm grip. “So, did I pass the test or what?”

Ben laughed and placed his other hand over Adrian’s, holding it. “Did I tell you how much I like him?” He directed his question at Edward.

“Only seconds earlier,” was the wry reply.

“Finally, you realized that looks aren’t everything,” Ben said. “Adrian,” he turned toward Adrian again, “I’m glad Edward finally ısparta escort went for wits, too, not only for a pretty face. Not that you’re not pretty.”

“Hey, I take offense to that,” Adrian joked. “I’m not pretty. I’m not a butterfly.”

“Of course not. You’re a bull. A fighting bull.”

Adrian burst into laughter. “Then, don’t flaunt anything red in front of my eyes.”

“Not even if there’s a sexy thong?” Ben leaned in, and his eyelashes batted in an exaggerated gesture of seduction.

Adrian shook his head in mirth and laughed. “Not unless it’s someone I like wearing it.” He stole a glance at Edward.

Shadowed eyes stared back at him.

“Good answer, Adrian,” Ben congratulated him. “We should mingle a little more, right?”

Adrian shook hands with Mr. Wright, too, as Ben whispered something to Edward that he didn’t catch.

“Are they together?” Adrian asked as the couple was out of earshot.

“No. Just close friends.”

“What did Ben tell you?”

A small smile lit up Edward’s lips. “I can’t tell you. It’s a secret.” His genuine smile faded fast as another man approached them.

Adrian looked at the stranger, more and more curious about the crowd. This one was in his forties, and he appeared strong and bulky under his nicely tailored suit. His entire demeanor expressed aggressiveness, and Adrian felt an itch like he needed to take a fighting stance. His eyes and hair were both dark. The hair was cut short, military-style, and he didn’t appear to manscape like Ben. The planes of his face were harsh, and his lips were turned outwards, in an almost vulgar manner. As he got closer, he towered over both of them with his height. In a nutshell, he was intimidating, and Adrian didn’t like Edward’s reaction to him.

“If it isn’t Eddy boy,” the stranger said as he stopped in front of them, both hands in his pockets, making no sign that he even noticed Adrian’s presence.

“Brown,” Edward acknowledged the newcomer stiffly.

“Hmm. I see you have a new plaything with you.”

Adrian made a small move, but Edward caught his arm. “He’s not a plaything. Feel free to mistreat your partners as you see fit, Brown. Now, we have things to do, and you’re standing in our way.”

Brown didn’t appear to care about Edward’s words and moved toward Adrian. Then, abruptly, he grabbed Adrian’s crotch. Just as fast, Adrian closed his hand on the massive wrist and squeezed.

Edward was scandalized. “Brown, cut it off,” he whispered angrily.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll break your fucking arm,” Adrian said calmly.

To his surprise, Brown let go of his crotch. An ugly smirk split his face. “I thought playthings were to be used. I like the strong ones best. A real challenge to break.”

“He’s not a plaything,” Edward said again.

“Let’s go,” Adrian said and took Edward’s arm. “He’s not only an asshole, but he’s also mentally challenged.”

“What did you say?” Brown pushed himself in his face.

“I will call security if need be. You know the rules, Brown.” Edward began to scout the room and raised his arm.

Brown caught it and pulled it down. “No need to get your panties in a twist, Eddy. I was just messing around with you.”

“And I’d rather you didn’t.”

“I bet.”

Edward didn’t care to reply to that and just walked away. Adrian kept the staring contest for a few moments until Brown moved, too.

“What the fuck was that?” Adrian asked.

They were now climbing the grand staircase to the first floor, where music and laughter could be heard.

“An unfortunate incident. Let’s not make too much of it. He’s just someone who enjoys testing boundaries.”

Adrian wanted to know more, but then he realized what all was about. “I can’t believe it. It’s fucking high school all over again.”

“High school?” Edward appeared surprised at his words.

“Well, so far, we’ve met the guy who’s been crushing on you for years, your BFF and his quiet companion, a frigging bully … What’s next?”

“Next is some real fun, the kind I can bet you never had in high school,” Edward replied.

They were now on the first floor, and Adrian stopped dead in his tracks. Sex club was, after all, a good definition of the place. There were dancing poles around which sexy dancers floated, a real sex show on what looked like a stage with couples in various positions of intercourse and images projected on the walls with close-ups of sex acts, as well.

“Oh,” Adrian managed to say. “Okay. Just like any sex club in the world, I guess.”

Edward laughed. “Right. Let’s get to our places and enjoy the show.”

“You won’t let me fuck you. How the hell am I supposed to enjoy this?”

“I’m certain you can show restraint. And we’re here also to find a few things about your true nature.”

“There’s hardly any need for that,” Adrian replied. “I can tell you directly. I’m a horny dude who wants nothing but to get into your pants and stay there for a while.”

“Around you,” Edward gestured, “do you see anything you like?”

Adrian shrugged. “They’re all fucking sexy. But I’d rather do you.”

“Good,” Edward said shortly. “Now, let’s take place at our table.”

They had a table. Adrian just shook his head. All right, he had seen striptease shows, pole dancers, and people fucking. But everything around them right now was much more than that and far beyond.

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Maddox made a point of being late. He wanted to be the last to arrive at the gathering. Kat was at his right. Both were in ceremonial armor made of gold with silver inlaid designs. The rest of his officers were behind him.

He thought of Aidan, who he’d left to savor a sampler of all the chef’s finest desserts. The boy had looked so tempting, biting into a pastry and then licking his lips to remove the white traces of cream filling. His white gold collar glinted at his neck, like a frame around the mark that had yet to fade.

Maddox channeled his rage at the man who would take Aidan away as he signaled for the large, ornate wooden doors to be opened.

Fergus slouched in the throne-like chair at the head of the room. He sneered at Maddox and his companions. “Where is my slave?” Fergus hissed.

“He is no longer your slave!” Maddox shouted.

“Because he was stolen,” Fergus accused. The room filled with voices of all the gathered Warlords and their officers.

Maddox could not deny this. “The boy is my mate,” he declared.

The room was silent. Claiming a mate was not a matter to be taken lightly. Once a vampire found their mate and proclaimed their love to the ancient deities that had created vampires they could only be with that one mate. They would be physically incapable of doing anything sexual with anyone other than their partner. To love another would be excruciating pain.

Fergus narrowed his eyes. It would be a very stupid move for Fergus to press the issue. To keep a vampire from their mate was considered the most heinous act.

“The boy is my property,” Fergus finally replied.

The onlookers roared in protest to Fergus’s words.

Maddox gestured to Kat and she reached into her boot for an ancient dagger with a jeweled hilt. Maddox bowed as he took it and then turned to present it to Fergus.

Again, the room was silent. Fergus slowly stood up from his chair and accepted the challenge.

“Tomorrow at midnight,” Maddox said.

Fergus agreed. Maddox turned to leave. Almost as soon as he had he felt a sharp pain in his neck, at the base of his skull. He turned in a fury, yanking the dagger out of his body. The wound healed almost instantly. Maddox felt his vision blur and his ears were filled with the sound of a wolf’s howl. The skin on his forearms rippled and fur started to grow before he regained control.

“I will choose to preserve my honor and refrain from attacking you,” Maddox said.

Kat hovered protectively behind Maddox as they left.

***

Aidan ran to greet Maddox. He held him tight and asked, “Are you alright?”

Maddox massaged Aidan’s back. “Of course, little one. Why wouldn’t I be?” Maddox sighed. “Kat?”

Aidan nodded.

“That woman…” Maddox was constantly amazed at Kat’s ability to meddle. She had gone inside the main castle only ten minutes before him.

“She’s a nice lady.”

Maddox nodded and looked around the room. He saw that a few pieces of food were missing from the platter of fruit that sat in his room. “Did you eat from that plate?” Maddox asked.

Aidan nodded. “I…I was hungry…”

Maddox sighed. “Didn’t I specifically say in our contract that we take our meals together unless I indicate otherwise?”

Aidan looked at the ground. “I…didn’t think…”

“What is the punishment for a broken rule?”

“Please no…”

Maddox growled. “What is the punishment for a broken rule and trying to avoid punishment?”

Aidan sniffed and tried to hold back his tears. He wasn’t scared, at least not a lot. He had just hoped that he could be so well behaved he wouldn’t ever need to be punished.

“Speak!” Maddox commanded.

Aidan jerked involuntarily at his loud voice. “It’s five for the broken rule and…and…ten for trying to avoid punishments.”

Maddox lifted Aidan’s face and looked into his watery, indigo eyes. “Are you frightened, little one?”

Aidan looked back erzurum escort at Maddox. “A little.”

“You know I would never seriously harm you.”

“I know…I just…you’re disappointed…”

Maddox leaned forward, gently kissing Aidan’s lips. “I love you. Once you have received your proper punishment, all will be well.”

“I love you too,” Aidan whispered.

Maddox led Aidan to a large, luxurious chair. Maddox sat and pulled Aidan into his lap. Maddox kissed Aidan, and Aidan could feel raw possessiveness in the way Maddox’s mouth claimed his. Maddox laid Aidan over his lap and massaged the boy’s lower back for a while. He could feel that Aidan was hard with excitement, and yet trembling with fear. Maddox gave Aidan a pillow to hold on to.

He wet his finger with spit and rubbed Aidan’s virginal opening. Aidan made a soft cooing sound. He relaxed and enjoyed the sensation when suddenly Maddox’s hand slapped hard against his rear. He yelped and clutched the pillow.

Four more times, Maddox spanked him. Aidan was having trouble holding back tears. But strangely, he was also having trouble holding back from climax. Each time Maddox spanked him, his sensitive organ rubbed against the lusciously soft chair and Maddox’s leg.

Maddox massaged Aidan’s sore cheeks and leaned down to whisper to him. “You’re ass is so wonderful. I love how its turning pink.”

Aidan squirmed in Maddox’s lap. “Spank me again…” he moaned.

Maddox quickly delivered the remaining swats and then his mouth found Aidan’s throbbing head. He laved his tongue over the leaking head and Aidan whimpered. “So good…” he moaned.

Maddox reached for the hoops in Aidan’s nipples and gave them a slight twist. The boy writhed and purred. Maddox felt a rush of warm liquid deep in his throat as Aidan’s hips rocked wildly. Maddox kept the last drops of Aidan’s sperm in his mouth and kissed him, letting him see for the first time how he tasted.

Aidan moaned and tilted his head back. Maddox softly kissed the purple mark on Aidan’s pale neck, flickering his tongue over the vein. He wanted very much to feed on Aidan again, but he didn’t want to hurt his delicate boy.

He ran a hand over Aidan’s bottom. “Was it so bad?”

“Take me…” Aidan whispered. He was grinding his slight body against Maddox, kissing softly at Maddox’s neck.

Maddox felt conflicted. There was nothing he wanted more than to take Aidan’s virginity, to claim the boy as completely and wholly his. However, he wanted to remove all threats before he did so.

“I will…soon,” Maddox said.

Aidan groaned. “I want to feel what it’s like…I want you to be a part of me.”

“After I defeat Fergus. I will make you mine.”

Aidan accepted the offer and slowly made his way down to Maddox’s cock. Maddox relaxed and watched Aidan work. His lips stretched around Maddox’s shaft and his hands eagerly teased Maddox’s balls.

“Take as much as you can,” Maddox rumbled.

Aidan obeyed and took in nearly six inches before he gagged and backed away. He immediately tried again, and this time he swallowed every inch. He wiggled a little and started to bob back and forth, taking Maddox in and out of his mouth. He looked up at the vampire and saw the look of pure enjoyment on his face. Aidan knew he was doing a good job.

Maddox roared and Aidan jerked away, a stream of hot liquid splattered over his face. He opened his mouth, and the rest of the semen shot into his mouth and ran down his chin.

***

Word had spread of the impending duel and Maddox could hear the din of a growing crowd in the arena. Kat drifted in to his tent, looking not the least bit concerned.

“Your boy is still sleeping,” she said.

Maddox smiled and closed his eyes, picturing Aidan sleeping. It was really a wonderful sight to see. Messy black hair contrasting with snow white pillow. Full, soft lips eskişehir escort with the two glinting piercings. Thick eyelashes and gentle breathing. His small, smooth body curled around a pillow.

That was why he was fighting.

He sighed looked around at the canvas walls and Kat gave him a knowing look. “You know you can easily defeat Fergus,” she said.

Maddox nodded. “It has become…increasingly difficult for me to be without Aidan.”

Kat smiled and gave him a quick, friendly hug. “Aww, big bad Maddy has finally been tamed.”

“Really, I wish you would stop calling me that.”

Kat giggled. “And that’s why it will be your nickname until the end of time.”

Maddox sighed. “I’m going to turn Aidan…and then I am going to claim him as my mate.”

Kat shrugged. “I figured you would. I mean, he’s so…fragile. His neck hasn’t even fully healed yet.”

“There’s too much that could happen. I can’t lose him.”

Trumpets sounded. “Fergus has arrived,” Kat said.

***

Maddox faced his opponent in the arena. It was a battle without weapons, without armor. Pure physical superiority would be the deciding factor and Maddox knew he could win.

The rivals walked in a circle, sizing each other up. Maddox was about to lunge for an attack when five figures in full dark robes landed in the arena. The circled around Maddox, wielding sharp knives. Maddox heard Kat let out a cry as she rushed to join him.

“Coward!” she shouted. She pulled throwing knives out of her sleeve and took out one of Fergus’s allies. The crowd thundered with approval. Fergus had committed an unspeakable act.

Maddox could feel his control slipping away. His mind blurred. His vision was lined with black. Fur started to spring out of his arms and legs. Soon his body shook, and a searing hot jolt passed through him. He lowered to all fours and howled.

The crowd fell silent at the sight of the massive wolf. A wave of energy flowed from him and Fergus’s allies all fell to their knees.

The wolf took slow deliberate steps to Fergus, who was now groveling on the ground. Another howl, and a scream. The wolf tore Fergus apart until there was nothing left.

***

Aidan was waiting naked on the bed when Maddox returned, as he had been instructed to. Maddox rushed to the boy and kissed him. Their lips crushed together, their tongues desperately danced. Maddox removed his clothes in a rush and returned to kiss the boy.

Aidan purred and rubbed himself against Maddox. Maddox pinned the boy’s wrists above his head and trailed kisses down to his nipple. He took the hoop between his teeth and tugged it. Aidan whimpered.

Maddox trialed his kisses lower, releasing Aidan’s hands. Aidan tangled his fingers in Maddox’s hair and moaned softly as Maddox kissed all over his navel. Maddox moved lower still, to the boy’s pale thighs.

Aidan bit his lip and writhed at the sensation of gentle nips on his inner thigh. Maddox caressed the boy’s erection and spread his cheeks apart. He blew hot air on the virginal opening and Aidan whimpered. Maddox licked him slowly and Aidan panted and writhed. He bit harder on his lip and cried out softly. He reached up and twisted the hoops in his nipples.

Maddox reached under his bed and pulled out a small carved wood box. Inside was a small vial of amber liquid.

“This is special oil from over the ocean,” Maddox said. “It has special ingredients to increase pleasure.”

Maddox put a few drops on his finger and inserted it into the boy’s tight opening. Aidan cried out as the oil brought his nerves to life. He could feel everything and it was unbelievable. He nearly climaxed from it. He started to move his body desperately against Maddox’s finger and moaned. Maddox started to move his finger in and out and Aidan moaned. “More, Maddox. Please more. It’s so good…”

Maddox coated his second finger gaziantep escort in the oil and penetrated Aidan. He winced at first but pleasure overcame pain. He bit his lip and whimpered. “So good…so good. Kiss me, Maddox. Please.”

Maddox brought his lips to Aidan’s and kissed him softly. The boy dug his fingers into Maddox’s shoulder and kissed him back with all his strength.

Maddox pulled away from the kiss and stared at the boy’s red lips as he coated another finger. “Relax,” he instructed gently. “Push back when I push in.”

Aidan obeyed and gasped at the sensation of three fingers inside him.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not so much,” Aidan panted. “I want you in me.”

Maddox kissed Aidan and covered his penis liberally with the oil. He hissed at the feeling, imagining what it would be like to finally be inside Aidan. “Are you ready for me?” Maddox asked.

“Please….take me…this is all I have to offer.”

“You are so much more. I love you.”

“I love you.”

Maddox wrapped Aidan’s legs around his waist and pressed against Aidan’s opening and the boy pushed back. He winced and whimpered in discomfort as the head of Maddox’s cock popped inside him.

“Are you alright, little one?”

Aidan bit his lip. “It doesn’t feel like I thought it would.”

Maddox smiled. “Give it time,” he said. He kissed Aidan. “I’m going to go very slowly.”

Aidan nodded.

“It will feel good soon. Hold on to me.”

Aidan sucked in a breath as Maddox pressed in another inch. It didn’t hurt as much. Another inch. And another. Until he was all the way inside. Maddox kissed Aidan again and stroked his hair. “I’m a part of you now.”

He slowly pulled a few inches out, pressed back in. Repeated the process, this time three inches, out and back in.

Aidan gasped. “Oh…” He bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly. Maddox knew he had found the spot. He eased into a faster rhythm. Aidan’s fingernails pressed into Maddox’s shoulder. The special oil started to release a smell of jasmine.

Aidan moaned and whimpered. “Oh…oh, Maddox…” His dick jumped and he came. He let out a loud cry of pure ecstasy as his stomach was coated. He came more than he ever had before.

Maddox started to pump in and out of him faster.

“Cum inside me,” Aidan whispered. “Fill me.”

Maddox groaned and released. He held Aidan close to him and kissed his forehead.

“I love you, my pet.”

“I love you, Maddox.”

Maddox wiggled his finger between the globes of Aidan’s ass and felt the warm liquid seeping from his hole. Aidan purred and playfully nipped at Maddox’s neck.

Maddox took Aidan’s face in his hands and said, “I am going to change you. So that you and I will never be apart. But first, there is something we must do.”

Maddox stood and carried Aidan to the window. He lit two candles and handed one to Aidan. He melted the bottom of a third candle and secured it to the window sill.

“In lighting this candle, we will signal to the gods that we are now two flames that have become one. This candle will burn forever. Aidan, do you swear to love me and only me forever?”

“I swear.”

“Now ask me a question.”

Aidan thought for a moment. “Do you promise to hold me when I sleep?”

Maddox smiled. “I promise. Do you agree to continue to submit to me and forsake the vampiric right of domination?”

“I agree…uhm…promise to always love me even when I mess up.”

“I promise.”

The vampire and the boy put the flames of their candles together and lit the third one. The gods showed their approval by extinguishing the candles in the lovers’ hands.

They dropped their candles and embraced, both feeling intense love for the other that could not be expressed by words.

Maddox kissed Aidan gently and led him to their bed.

Maddox brought his wrist to his mouth and made a small cut with his fangs, enough to get blood flowing.

“Drink, little one. You will just fall asleep and when you wake up, you will be immortal.”

Aidan was hesitant but the blood was strangely sweet, like wine. When he finished, he licked his lips and laid his head on Maddox’s chest.

“I love you.”

Maddox looked at Aidan and tears filled his eyes as he replied, “I love you too.”

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I’ve had a couple gay experiences now. Whereas before I had fantasized about doing it but didn’t know if I’d actually like it, now I not only crave it but had experiences to re-live in my head while anticipating my next adventure.

I answered a phone call from my ex girlfriend Liz. “Hello.”

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Bored, watching TV. Anything new with you?” she asked back.

“No,” I answered.

“Why don’t you get a pilot’s license or something so you can tell me something excited,” she said while laughing.

Liz was a very dominate girl, who required someone more dominate than her. We didn’t work out well in a relationship, but as friends we got along great. In retrospect, maybe that was a hint of possible gay experiences to come. Anyways I could trust her. “Well all right. I’ll tell you something good if you don’t tell everyone you know or whatever.” I felt nervous and kind of regretted it.

“Goodie! Tell me!”

“Well, to put it simply, I’ve realized I’m bi. And I’ve acted out on it.”

“Really? You? Acted it out, how?” she asked.

“Yeah, well I’ve had two experiences so far. First time I gave this guy a blowjob,” I told her.

“What?!” she asked, shocked.

“Yeah, and he did me. It was great.” All the nervousness left my body now and I was able to say that out loud calmly.

“Did you fuck him back?” she asked.

I thought to myself for an instant how less manly that makes me look to her, and even though I kind of wanted her back still just one more time I knew it was hopeless. “No. I don’t really care to fuck a guy. I just like being on the receiving end.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you. I would have never guessed. How big was he? Have you been with anyone else?” she asked.

I responded, “no, just him. He’s slightly larger than mine.”

“How did it feel inside you?” she asked curious.

“It was great. He wore a condom but I could still feel the warmth from his cum in it.”

“When you sucked him, did you swallow?” she asked.

“Most of it yes, a little got on my face.” I was kind of turned on just talking about it all.

“I hate when a guy cums on my face. It’s so humiliating and degrading,” she replied.

I didn’t want to admit it, but the thought of a guy intentionally shooting his whole load all over my face turned me on. I accepted I liked the humiliation aspect of it, if that’s what it was. I merely replied with “well it’s not a big deal to me.”

She told me, “you’re fucking with me aren’t you?”

“No, I don’t know if I should have told you or not in the first place so if you don’t believe me then that’s all right.”

“I gotta see you do it,” she said.

I was instantly turned on by the thought of her watching it happen. I didn’t know if Jason, the guy I had all these experiences with, if he would mind. I told her though, “all right well I’m looking forward to it.”

“I gotta go,” she said and quickly hung up.

A day went by. I checked my phone around the afternoon, and saw a text message from her saying, “get your ass over here.”

She lived about 10-15 minutes from me. I drove to her house, just casually without a thought of yesterday’s phone call.

I got out of my tekirdağ escort car and knocked on her door. She answered in a large tee shirt and a pair of panties. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I responded kind of shy, not that she was some sort of stranger, but I just realized I had no idea what she was planning.

“All right be honest with me. Were you serious last night?” she asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“I want try some things with you.”

“Like what?”

“I want to fuck your ass!”

The bluntness eased the nervousness I had. I laughed, “with what?”

“A dildo. I can’t fuck you with my pussy obviously. Come, I’ll show you.”

I followed her to her bedroom. She reached into a shoe box under her bed and grabbed a red penis shaped dildo. It was about the same size as me, maybe slightly thinner.

She turned on her computer monitor. She said, “first I want to get into the mood.” She opened up a web browser, and went to some porn site. She asked, “do you like gay porn?”

“Not especially, I like watching regular sex. Well mainly anal or oral, because I like picturing myself as the girl in those videos.” I was completely honest with her and so turned on being able to talk about it openly with her.

She clicked a video of a guy getting a blowjob from a sexy Latina looking woman. I told her, “that’s the perfect sized dick to me right there.”

She got on the bed and laid down. I laid down next to her. She said, “you really are all about dick aren’t you?”

“I like it all,” I mumbled.

“Take off your clothes,” she said.

I did as she said. I felt mildly comfortable at this point. “All right. I just have two requests. I want to start off by sucking it and I want to wear something girly if you have anything.” I felt kind of embarrassed asking this but she said nothing and got up and went to her closet. Fortunately for me, even though now she’s a skinny girl that’s a lot smaller than me, she used to be larger and still had some larger clothes that could fit me.

She came out with a long dress, a skirt, a pair of panties, and a shirt. “Is there any certain kind of look you’re going for?”

“Like a dirty slut,” I shyly said.

She threw the skirt and panties at me. She went back in the closet and grabbed a different shirt. It was all black. I thought to myself wearing the dress would have been pretty lame. I put the stuff on real quickly. I felt odd wearing her clothes but I tried to ignore that and embrace being feminine as much as I could.

“All right, lets see you suck it,” she said. I got on my knees, but she quickly injected, “just lay down.”

I did so. And she laid right beside me. She took the dildo in one hand, and put it over my mouth. She asked, “how much can you take?”

I didn’t say anything, and she started to put it in my mouth slowly. She pulled it out all the way, and looked at me closely. I lifted my head up to get it back in my mouth as a signal for her to continue. She dipped it back in my mouth, a little faster. And faster, and faster. She tried going a little deeper too, each time. I started to gag but I didn’t resist.

“Is that all you got? You’re only about tokat escort halfway.” I really wanted to get all of it in my mouth but I couldn’t.

I gagged a little harder after putting more effort into it. She withdrew it. “Lay on your stomach,” she ordered.

I felt eager to obey. She rubbed my ass through the panties some. She spanked my ass a few times. Each spank was harder than the last. She finally moved the panties between my legs to the side just enough and slid her fingers up and down.

“Very smooth I see,” she noticed.

“Yeah, it makes it better that way.”

She became quiet again. I felt her probe around my ass with the dildo. She came across the entrance and slid it in, just barely. She pulled it out and ventured back in just a little more. She repeated this several more times. I reached for my ass and spread it apart. I wanted it to happen so bad, even if it wasn’t a real dick this time.

She finally managed to get it all the way in me. “How does that feel?”

“Great,” I said as I moaned softly.

She sped up some. After a few minutes, she was going faster than the guy was who pounded me. It was still that wonderful sensation however. I lifted my ass higher to get more of it. My dick came out of the panties and she gripped it with her other hand. I felt like I was in her mercy now. She was moving the dildo really fast, and started stroking my dick at the same time. It didn’t take long until I shot a large load onto the bed. It was intense and happened with no warning. After a moment I felt bad having done that right on her bed. I felt her pull the dildo out of me one last time.

“How was it?” she asked.

“That felt awesome.”

“Great. Now you can do me a favor.” She got off the bed, and I just watched her. She pulled off her panties, and got back on the bed. I knew what she wanted now. She straddled my face. I reached up to her clit and licked it some. She was very clean, and I loved eating her all out. I licked it, flicked it around some, and tried fingering her while doing it as awkward as it is while being straddled like that. She reached her climax quickly though and got off.

“I still want to see a guy fuck you, you know?”

“All right, just find a guy,” I said.

“Oh don’t worry I already know someone. He’s Keica’s friend. Last night I told her and she told me her friend Chris is into guys. He’s seen a picture of you already and thinks you’d be some good ass.”

“You told someone else about me?!” I asked, mildly upset.

“It’s only Keica, I had to tell someone, and I tell her everything.”

I felt compelled to ask more details about him but I didn’t. I left her house with that in the back of my mind.

A couple days went by. I wasn’t sure if she was serious about watching me or what. But I received a phone call, “can you come over?” Liz asked.

“Sure.” She never had these things planned in advance, it was always now or never. “Should I be expecting something when I come over?”

“Yeah, a big dick,” she laughed.

I heard a masculine voice get on the phone, “do you suck dick?” It must’ve been Chris.

“Yeah, and swallow,” I said, surprised trabzon escort by the bluntness.

“Cool,” he said. I kind of wondered where they found this guy.

Liz got back on the phone, “all right come over!”

So I took a shower, shaved myself very thoroughly, and went over there in casual clothes. I met Chris. He was a tall, skinny guy. Liz looked flustered the whole time and was constantly in the middle of everything.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Not much.”

“All right, lets get started.” Liz was always impatient with these things. “I know you like being girly or whatever so I have something for you to put on on the bed.”

I immediately went into there and changed quickly. It was a green dress, just low enough to reach the bottom of my ass. I went along with it. When I was just about finished Chris and Liz came in.

They sat on the bed next to each other. Liz pulled Chris’s head to her breasts as he reached up and squeezed one. He then slid his hand under her shirt and lifted it. Then he proceeded to put his mouth on her breasts. I sat there watching, kind of confused whether I was suppose to be watching this for foreplay or what. But she interrupted him and pulled his sweat pants down just enough to pull his dick out and aim it towards me, as a hint.

I got on my knees while he returned to smothering his face with her breasts. I took his dick in my hand and put my mouth around it. It was the biggest one I’ve had yet, not that I was well experienced or anything. It really was quite impressive though. I saw out of the corner of my eyes Liz open her eyes real wide and stare with her mouth wide open. I kind of ignored that though, and just started licking up and down the length of his dick.

I started bobbing my head on it. He lifted himself off the bed a little, just enough to pull his pants all the way down. I used this opportunity to lick his balls some, which I saw Liz noticed that too.

They started moving around some, so I stood up. Liz commanded, “bend over on the side of the bed.”

I did so, while she climbed onto the bed. She took her tight black pants off, and spread her legs around my face. Meanwhile Chris was behind me. I felt him put his hands on my hips. I knew where this was leading.

I saw Liz’s pussy right in front of me, but I felt Chris’s dick begin to penetrate me and I had to wait for him to enter before I could begin to concentrate on eating Liz all out.

But Liz being Liz, she pulled my head towards her forcefully anyway and I stuck my tongue out. Chris entered me at the same time, and began thrusting away. It was a little more painful this time, and also the first time I was going bareback. Feeling him in me was awesome though. This was the best of both worlds.

I squeezed Liz’s ass and pulled her close to my face. I felt the pounding getting harder and harder. Liz’s breasts were bouncing as I was being pounded. I think it may have contributed to her experience. Chris had one hand feeling around the dress, which made me feel like a slut being used. And I loved that feeling. I felt his dick push deep into me, real fast. After some time went by, he gave me warning, “I’m going to cum” with some groaning.

I felt the squirting in me. Liz looked up at us with curiosity. After Chris was done, she put her head back down and I went back to eating her all out, with more concentration this time. Chris pulled himself out of me, and got dressed quickly. When Liz reached an orgasm, I laid on the bed, relieved. I felt the cum in me, leaving me with a sense of euphoria.

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Gary was looking at me with those come to bed eyes. His stiff long hard cock pointing at me with a glint of pre cum coming out the tip. I was coming down from my high of being jerked off for the first time by a guy in a public place.

“I erm urgh thanks.” was all I could mutter at him as he chuckled at my stupefied face.

“It wasn’t so bad was it.” he laughed.

I grabbed my towel up fast and jumped out the dunes I knew what Gary wanted next and that was for me to return the favour but I wasn’t gay and I had no intentions of staying any longer. I walked into the waves and let the water wash my cum from my still hard cock. I needed to get dressed but my clothes were still in the dunes.

“I forgot my shorts.” I said to Gary as I walked back up into the dunes. He was now laying down on his towel slowly stroking his large throbbing cock.

“You’re just going to leave me with this.” he smiled giving it a cheeky wave in the air.

“I have to get home. Sorry.” What was I apologising for. I turned around to leave.

“See you again soon handsome.” Was all I heard as I left.

Once I got in the car and really thought about what had happened I still couldn’t believe I had enjoyed it as much as I had. Gary had amazing hands and it was such a kinky experience. By the time I had arrived home my cock was rock hard again. My wife had also returned from work, I could hear her in the shower.

“Hey hunny. How was work” I shouted through from the bedroom as I stripped off my running gear.

“Good, I had a few cancellations so they sent me home early, Where have you been?” she replied as I made my way naked into the bathroom to join her in the shower. My horny cock leading the way.

“Just been for a run.” I smirked as I slid behind her and poked her firm butt with my dick.

“Oh hello, Is this for me.” She giggled as she wrapped her hand around my cock.

“It certainly is” I lustfully whispered as I moved her long blond hair to the side and started to kiss her neck. I knew she loved this as I felt her melt into my arms. I slipped my hands across her soapy body and up over her tight perky breasts flicking her nipples as I went.

“And just what has gotten into you.” she laughed as she turned round and sank to her knees in front of me slipping my hard cock into her mouth. She knew exactly how I liked it and very quickly had me on the brink of my second orgasm in less than an hour.

“Mmm stop, get up here.” I said just short of me blowing my load. I pulled her up, turned her round and bent her over. I began to slip my hard cock in her tight wet pussy, memories of the mornings activity still fresh in my mind making me harder than usual as I fucked her hard against the shower wall.

“Fuck me.” she cried out “Your so hard baby, Yes there, Oh Fuck.” I loved watching her body convulse as I timed my orgasm to match hers. I held her up as she came down from her high and watched düzce escort my cum drip from her pussy.

“God I love that pussy” I whispered in her ear as we got our breaths back.

“Oh you better.” She laughed as she pushed me out the shower. “Now if you don’t mind I was having a shower here.”

I went to bed that night feeling good but a little conflicted. I still loved pussy but this new kinky world has just opened up to me and I wanted to explore more. I didn’t get much sleep as I tossed and turned deciding on what I should do. Finally deciding that I would avoid that beach and its temptations from now on.

The next week I had a Sunday afternoon off. The sun was shining bright and as usual I got my running gear on and made my way to the beach. The south track was surprisingly quiet for a sunny Sunday. As I looked down to plan my route. Would it hurt to go north again though I thought, I mean if the south tracks quiet there is probably no one at the nude beach I argued with myself.

Before I knew it my legs were being carried north up the beach. I had promised myself I wouldn’t come back here I thought as I got closer to the sign. Oh shit I was wrong the nude beach was very busy today. Several groups lay around the beach chatting about various things, As I got a little further in the various nude bodies seemed to stretch for miles. The first 300 yards or so of beach seemed to consist of couples and groups all sitting fairly close together keeping themselves to themselves. Further along though it began to be just naked men all distanced a bit further out.

Fuck it I thought as I reached the middle of the beach I stripped my clothes off and found a space on the sand to lay down. I can still enjoy the feeling of being nude without going into the dunes, as I lay on my front and felt the sun on my tight ass cheeks. I had a look around the beach and got my bearings on what was going on. It appeared the further north you travelled the more gays were on the beach there was nothing overly sexual going on but several guys were rubbing each other down with sunscreen and openly fluffing there cocks in front of each other. There was also a steady stream of guys coming and going into the dunes a little further north.

I lay for 10 minutes longer on my front watching the stream of nude bodies coming and going. It would be a lie to say I wasn’t beginning to get a little turned on. Fuck I thought maybe I am more Bi than I thought. Watching all these different cocks swinging by in front of me. I couldn’t help but wonder what is going on in those dunes. It wouldn’t hurt to go look right. I gathered up my belongings and made way up the beach to one of the more popular entries to the dunes. As I made my way up and over the crest I was surprised by the vast size of the dunes area.

I began to wander through stopping occasionally to take in my surroundings. I was edirne escort shocked by how quiet it all appeared to be. As I rounded one corner I heard a rustling in some of the bushes. I took a sneaky peek and saw three guys huddled round a young bloke who was on his knees in the middle stroking his own cock and waiting to be covered in spunk. Oh fuck that is hot I thought as my own dick began to grow. I wanted to keep exploring but needed to see how this would end. The first guy began to groan as a string of cum erupted from his cock all over the young guys face. This was clearly the catalyst as the second and third guy both began to grunt and both blew equally hot loads over this young guys open mouth and willing tongue. The young guy continued to stroke his own cock as he licked his face clean and let the cum he couldn’t reach drip into his mouth. Finally he blew his own hot load.

Keep exploring I thought as I made my way further along again to see what else was happening. This time I neared a large opening were several umbrellas were close together here 4 older guys lay together. Stroking each others cocks as they talked about the football. I gave them a smile as I walked by but was not keen to watch these guys play.

I once again came upon another knot of bushes and trees that had little paths running through guys were coming in and out at various places like a maze. I began to follow one of the paths in excited by what I might find. Within the labyrinth there were small areas were guys had been clearly playing. I came round one corner to find one guy on his knees giving a very sloppy blowjob to his willing partner who was leaning back against a tree enjoying his service. The next corner was another couple blowing each other in a 69 position. They waved me to come over but I just waved and continued exploring. finally as I neared the end of the maze I came across three guys having a great time. One was on his hands and knees in the middle being ridden from behind by a stocky white guy in a baseball cap. The third guy was at the front stifling this guys moans with his black cock and the rumours seemed true as this monster slid in and out of the guys mouth.

“looks like we have an audience.” the black guy alerted his friends to my presence “and he seems to be enjoying the show.” His eyes burning into my hard cock that I had wrapped my hand around with out even realising.

The guy in the red cap turned and then gave me a huge smile. “oh I knew you would be back” Gary grunted as he continued to thrust into the man in the middle who was oblivious to everything but the cocks filling his holes.

Shit I thought as I turned and made my way out of there. Why did that make me so horny. Why was I ashamed that he saw me. Fuck my head was spinning with all the horny sights I had witnessed and know i needed to cum.

I began to walk out of the dunes and found a elazığ escort nice quiet spot just up out the way. I lay my towel down and got my sunscreen out and began to slowly rub myself down.

“Hey can I get some of that?” A young Hispanic guy was walking towards me about 6 foot tall with a completely clean shaven body. It was tight and muscular and naturally tanned. I was initially jealous of how good looking he was.

“Yeah sure.” I said throwing him the bottle.

“Thanks, Nice cock.” He smiled at me as he began to rub himself down. I was no longer hiding my erection as a horny mist had overcome me. I needed to cum and this young guy might just help, either that or he can leave me to jerk myself off.

“You like it?” I said stunned by my own bravado as i lay back on my elbows.

“Yes very much” he replied as he began to rub sunscreen into his own cock and balls, Completely shaven he began to get hard before my eyes. He stepped closer to me and stroked it again closer to my face. “what do you think of this?” He said as he waved it mere inches from my face.

“very nice.” I replied as I lent forward and began to slide my tongue along its full length. “Tastes great too with that coconut scented sunscreen” I laughed as I lent back on my elbows again my hard cock still pointing to the sky.

What the fuck did I just do. I cant believe I just licked my first cock.

“Oh you are naughty.” The young man replied to me as he turned round and stepped one leg over me. Now straddling me he began to rub sunscreen into his ass in front of me stretching his cheeks and showing me his tight clean hole.

“Is it all rubbed in?” He questioned me knowing full well he had left some deliberately there for me.

I raised my arms up and began to massage this gorgeous ass presented in front of me. It was so hot to have this young guy want me like this. If this is what fun you can have being Bi then I am down i thought. I lent forward as I grabbed his hips and buried my face into his sexy ass.

“Oh fuck yes.” the young man gasped as he lent forward and grabbed my knees.

I stayed like that tonguing his hole for what felt like hours but was probably mere minutes. Enjoying the thrill knowing anyone could catch us at any moment. Not really caring if they did. I was becoming a slut and I was loving it. He then pulled himself of me and stuck his cock back in my face.

“Suck it, Big boy” he ordered me. I couldn’t say no now. So I slipped his cock into my mouth as i grabbed his ass and let him fuck my face.

I would need to work on my technique I thought as I struggled to stop myself gagging. Thankfully he was gentle with me and finally pulled out.

“mmm not bad” he said. “Now turn over I want to cum over that tight ass I was following around in those dunes.”

“Yes sir.” I replied as I rolled over onto my stomach. It was only then that i realised we had a bit of an audience that had set up yards behind us. Fuck i thought as i suddenly felt my young friends cock slide over my ass hole. Next I felt him spurt rope after rope over my virgin ass.

“mmm thanks” he grinned as he got up and left me covered in spunk.

“Wow pretty hot Steve.” a familiar voice came from behind me. Fuck no one here knows my name.

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In one smooth, steady motion I felt you lean over me. The hairs on my neck stood up as I felt the warm tickle of your breath. Goosebumps spread all over my body as I felt you pin your arms around my hips, and your stomach press against my ass and lower back. You had fully mounted me and I wasn’t going anywhere… pure heaven! I could hear you grunt and groan as you slowly pressed your cock deep into my ass. Your balls met my skin and I knew you were fully in. I wish I could have turned around to see you enter me, but there was a cock in my mouth that required my attention, apparently.

I wanted to scream in pure lustful ecstasy, but the stranger’s cock in my mouth wouldn’t allow it. Though he felt my attempts as my mouth vibrated over his cock. He enjoyed the sensation so much he gently slapped me on the cheek begging for more of it. You whispered in my ear to give him what he wanted. You enjoyed having this much power over me – the power to have me fucked in front of you with no questions asked. I obeyed you to the letter. Every time you told me to moan, I moaned. Every time you told me to smile up at him or bat my eyes, I listened. Every time you instructed me to change my attitude, I complied immediately.

“Look me in the fucking eyes, boy… I want to see those cute little slutty eyes of yours.” He grunted as he continued to push into me.

I smiled and looked up at him. I didn’t know anything about him, but within a few hours of meeting me he had managed to get his hands all over me and his cock in my mouth. I can’t begin to imagine what a conquering, powerful feeling he must have had, but I can confirm that being on the receiving end is simply wonderful if you’re into that sort of thing. Every time you pushed deep into my ass I winced slightly but that didn’t seem to bother him. It may have encouraged him, to be completely honest. He pulled his cock out of my mouth muğla escort for the first time in what felt like ages and instructed,

“Lick my cock, boy. Don’t be afraid to spit shine if needed, make it look pristine, ha ha”. The two of you both shared a laugh that time.

“Fuck, I gotta watch this.” You exclaimed, pumping one final, stern time into my ass.

I didn’t yelp, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to. You pulled up one of the chairs in the motel room and stroked your cock as you watched me work my tongue up and down the stranger’s cock.

“Mmm, such a different angle… I love it!” You joyfully remarked.

“Isn’t he so fucking sexy like this?”

I loved the attention, I smiled and bent my legs back, my feet danced back and forth in the air. I was enjoying all of this, perhaps too much? He popped his cock out of my mouth and playfully slapped my face with it. My saliva mixed with his pre-cum splattered sticky dots all over my face. He loved it. You loved it. I loved it. God, it was such a perfect moment…

“Time to get back to work, boy” You smiled as your returned to your post at the rear (so to speak).

You pinned me down again, you leaned into me again, and it wasn’t long before I felt your sack brush up against me. You were fully inside me, sliding in and out. Every vein, every pulse, every throb, I felt it, and it felt beyond anything I had imagined before we met. But truly, I didn’t know how much more I could take; it was a little exhausting being a toy for two horny old men. You didn’t cut any corners, either – I could feel you jam your cock into me till your balls slapped me, and I could feel you slowly steal your cock from my ass till only the head was inside.

But something was changing… your smooth, steady pumps became slowly more and more erratic. Your breathing ordu escort grew heavier and you laid into me more, I could feel your weight on my back a little more than before. I could tell what was building when you gripped me by the hair and began to talk dirty into my ear. The stranger kept slapping my face with his cock, occasionally rubbing in between. You told me how good my ass felt, how obedient I was being and how proud of me you were. You shared your anticipation for how it would feel to finally breed my ass like you had always wanted, and how excited you were to see a strange man fire his seed all over my innocent face.

It turned you on to know you two were my first. I enjoyed it too, if I’m being completely honest. Neither one of us felt the need to waste our time with a romantic dinner, a movie, or debating whether or not to come inside at the end of the evening. This was purely about our primal, sexual needs. Not desires. Needs. I craved an older cock inside me, and you craved a younger guy’s ass around your cock. The stranger? Eh, who knows. Right time right place, I guess, and he just needed his cock played with and sucked on for a bit. Lucky for him you were in a sharing mood.

Speaking of moods, the mood kept building and building. You were fucking me harder than usual – I could tell you were close. This was the moment everyone had been working towards. The years of you seducing me online. The time we spent setting everything up. The sneaking behind our friends and family to finally meet. Then the moment came almost as hard as you. I felt you shudder behind me as you yelled in ecstasy. Your hands clamped around me harder, your body shook and you fell on top of me, pinning me to the bed. Your warm semen shot off like a rocket inside me, holy fuck if I could only do the sensation justice. Seconds after, the osmaniye escort stranger couldn’t take any more of the scene playing out in front of him and he came as well.

His load landed squarely on my face. He must have had four or five spurts of cum in his balls, I felt him spray me so much. At least that’s what it felt like! I closed my eyes after the first rope landed on my cheek, then the second hit my forehead and the bridge of my nose. The remaining load was scattered across my lips and chin. I could feel the cum on my forehead drip down. I kept my eyes closed because I didn’t want an cum in my eye, of course.

“FUCK, boy… holy FUCKING shit, boy…” you groaned in my ear.

“Fuck is right…” the stranger chimed in. “I didn’t even fuck him and that was the best fun I’ve had in months!”

“Daddy?” I asked, with cum on my lips.

“Yes, boy?”

“Could I please have a towel to clean up?”

You grinned at the man as you reached for the nightstand. “Of course, one sec.”

My heart dropped as I heard a phone camera shutter ding once. Then twice. And another, and another.

“I’m going to enjoy these for awhile, son. Hey, get him a towel, will you? Don’t worry,” you reassured me as you patted me on the head, “these won’t go to anyone. Personal use only, of course.”

I can’t say I was thrilled at the reality of my cum covered face and busted ass being digitally documented, but it was a hell of a thought. Shortly after receiving my towel the stranger gathered his things and exited the motel room. He was very kind to me on his way out, he thanked me for my time and playfully swatted my ass once before chuckling out the door. As I toweled off and cleaned up my part of the bed, you put a hand on my shoulder.

“Once your done with that, boy, come join me in the shower. I need to scrub you clean, up and down, head to toe…”

“Yes, sir” I replied. I tried to hide a grin as fantasies danced around in my head…

[Fin! Thank you to everyone who’s been reading along the past few weeks, this has been much fun! If you’re interested in any other stories, do feel free to reach out and share suggestions, ideas, or even critiques via PMs or commenting below.]

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I wasn’t always attracted to men. In fact, until I was 18, I never felt confused about my sexual orientation. In terms of sex, I was only attracted to girls, especially sexy ones who dressed in provocative and sexy clothes. I was popular with girls, and had lost my virginity when I was 14. Without meaning to be immodest, I was, and am, a very good looking guy. I’m tall with blond hair, blue eyes, and an athletic build.

I had a big collection of pornography, and pictures of beautiful girls dressed in sexy lingerie, and leather especially turned me on. It was probably for this reason, that I accepted the job at Frederick’s of Hollywood, in the local mall. My old girlfriend, Jessica, had worked there, and there was nothing that had turned me on more, than the sight of her dressed up in those ultra sexy outfits. I needed a part time job at the time while I was at school, and when she told me of the position; I felt a strange thrill at the thought of working with all that sexy lingerie and helping women choose outfits. I fantasized what it would be like to help really foxy girls choose wicked outfits, and I guess I imagined I might manage t go to bed with some of them….

It was my first day after my training, and I was left alone in the store for the first time. It had been a quiet morning, and I was bored stiff at the counter, when this young guy, about my age walks into the store. I had been told to expect the occasional transvestite in the store, but I was not prepared for the sight of this young guy, who was dressed in the most masculine way I could imagine, all in tight black leather. Leather pants, boots, and jacket. As I told you, women dressed in sexy leather have always turned me on, but this was the first time I had ever really noticed a man all dressed up in tight leather. He was a really good-looking guy, with stunning blue eyes, dark hair, and a powerful athletic build. And his outfit was really tight! His pants were stretched so tightly across his tight ass, it looked as if they were molded. And in front, I was afraid he would notice my glance at the bulge, contained only barely by his pants. He didn’t look like what I imagined a cross dresser might look like, but I was curious, and found myself following him with my eyes as he walked around the store, holding up sexy garter belts, corsets and other feminine lingerie and examining them.

I approached him and asked if he needed help. He smiled back at me and said with a smooth deep (masculine) voice, “no thanks. I’m just looking”.

I felt strangely disappointed at his answer. I wanted to talk with him, and to know why he was in here showing so much interest in women’s lingerie.

After a short time, while I watched him covertly, as he walked around the store, he brought up a sexy pink satin corset, with white ruffled lace trim, and matching panties. I asked him if he needed matching stockings, and he said yes, in size large. At that point the thought crossed my mind that maybe I was serving my first cross dresser, so I commented on his selection, “You’ve made a nice choice. I’m sure your girlfriend (he wasn’t wearing a ring, and he seemed to young to be married!) will love it”.

He laughed at that, and fixing me with his beautiful eyes and a smile, he responded, “yes, I’m sure he will look great in it”. I was dumbstruck by his response, and he smiled all the more as he noticed me blushing. I had never knowingly spoken with a gay guy before, and he didn’t fit my image of a gay man. As I said, he seemed masculine, and just like other guys, other than the tight leather outfit he was wearing.

As I prepared to ring him up, he told me that he worked upstairs at Wilson’s leather, and that he deserved the 10% discount for mall employees. I took his credit card, and with a teasing smile and tone of voice, he said, “well, you can see how my workplace effects how I dress. That’s one of the reasons I work there. How about you? I’ve never seen a guy working in a lingerie department. Are you like my boyfriend, and enjoy dressing up as a girl?”

I stammered a denial at his outrageous comment, and I felt myself blushing furiously.

“Too bad”, he responds, his eyes and smile holding me transfixed. “I’m sure you get a good discount, and you’d look really hot in something like this corset! My boyfriend says that the feminine feel of lingerie makes him feel sexy and turned on. He would go crazy in here! I tried it once, but I prefer leather, as you can see. Maybe you should try it sometime”.

To humor him, and because I couldn’t think of anything else to say, I respond, “maybe I will”. He gives me a wicked looking smile at that, and then holds out his hand in introduction, “I’m Jake”.

Taking my hand, he gives me a strong handshake, as I stammer, “I’m James. It’s nice to meet you, Jake”.

As I hand him his lingerie in the bag, he invites me to come by his store. “If you see anything you like, just tell me, and I’ll get it for you at my 50% discount. bursa escort We have some great clothes, and if you get into it, we also have some really sexy leather girl’s outfits”.

I blush again as I thank him, and I also let him know that in future, he can also have my discount.

As Jake walks away, my mind is racing after this unusual encounter. Watching him as he strides away, I can’t help noticing how lean and powerful his leather clad body is, and I wonder that he prefers men to women, when he could no doubt have any woman he wanted.

After Jake left, as I was putting out a new display of sexy black satin garter belts, I kept going over our meeting in my mind. I wondered what it would feel like to wear a tight leather outfit like his, and with a thrill I realized that I could go and buy one at half price at his store! But the thought of seeing him again, made my heart race. Although I had never spoken with a gay man, I had the distinct feeling that he had been flirting with me. The thought, although new to me, was somehow thrilling, that this self possessed, handsome guy, dressed all in black leather wanted me! And even more shocking, he seemed to like the idea that I might dress up in some of this sexy lingerie, like a girl!

That night, as I lay in bed, I resolved to go into his store the next day and take him up on his offer of a discount. The thought of sliding into tight leather pants like his made my cock hard, and as I lay there stroking my hard, throbbing cock, I had to keep banishing the thought of Jake from my mind, as I focused instead on the image of my girlfriend fondling me through the tight leather of my outfit.

Although I had managed to banish the conscious images of Jake, that night I dreamed of being with him. In my dream, Jake was helping me slip on my new leather jacket. My pants were already on, and my cock was straining with excitement against the tight leather. As Jake helped me button the front of my jacket, he suddenly took me in his strong arms, placing his hands against my leather clad buns and fondling them and pulling me against his strong chest, as he pressed his lips against mine, sliding his hot tongue deeply into my mouth! The erotic thrill I feel is incredible, and I eagerly kiss him passionately, as our hard leather encased cocks rub against each other!

Breaking our kiss, Jake tells me that he wants me to suck his cock. Although even in my dream state, I realize that I have never done this before, I sink right away to my knees and unzip the tight leather of his pants to reveal his huge, bare cock, which is throbbing with excitement. Tentatively, I begin to lick his enormous cockhead. Then, with real eagerness and excitement, I let it slip into my mouth, as Jake cries out, “Oooohhhh, yes, suck me deeply! That’s it lover!”….. And then, as is the way with such dreams, I woke to my alarm clock, with a huge hard-on and a powerful desire to be with that sexy hunk. I immediately begin to stroke my hard cock, this time trying to keep the sensation of sucking Jake’s cock in my mind. Even then, as I soon reach an incredible climax, my cum jetting into the air, I realize that my life, and my sexual orientation have changed forever. Somehow, I’m going to try to experience that dream for real! My only concern is that although I am quite sure that Jake was flirting with me, he may be loyal to his boyfriend.

When I head to work, later that morning, I resolve to visit him as soon as his store opens. I arrange to have another salesgirl cover the store, and with nervous anticipation, I stroll into Wilson’s just after it opens. Luckily (and terrifyingly!), Jake is the only one in the store, and he smiles in recognition when he sees me. He’s again dressed from head to toe in sexy tight leather, and I feel a thrill as he takes my hand and tells me that he’s happy to see me again. I feel myself blushing under his warm, penetrating gaze, but manage to smile back and let him know that I’m also happy to see him. I tell him that I’d like to take him up on his offer, and choose a couple of things from his store. Jake asks me what I would like, and I respond, “Well, I kind of like the outfit that you have on…”. He gives me an even warmer, possibly knowing smile, as he leads me to a rack of shiny black leather pants. “This is really soft leather, and feels really great on. Do you want to wear them tight, like me”?, he asks with a smile. Although I am blushing furiously at his direct, flirtatious manner, there is no reason for me to not tell him the truth. After all, what I really want is to get into his pants.

“Sure”, I respond, still blushing. Jake then takes out a tape measure, and stepping behind me, he wraps it around my waist. At his touch, my cock begins to harden, and I resist the urge to melt backwards, into his arms.

Jake picks out a pair, that is two sizes smaller than I normally wear. He assures me that they will stretch, and become çanakkale escort more comfortable. He then helps me pick out a black leather shirt, similar to his. Again, at my request, he chooses one, smaller than my normal size shirts.

“Go on into the dressing room and try them on. I want to see how they fit”, he says, leading me to the dressing room with his hand on my back.

As I enter the dressing room, my mind is swirling with the intoxicating feel of being close to Jake. It seems amazing to me that when I started the day yesterday, I had no idea that a man could be so attractive.

Slipping out of my clothes, my cock is freed from restraint and springs forward, rigid with excitement. I waste no time, but slip the tight leather pants on, over my bare cock. Jake has judged the size just right. I have to suck in my breath a little to zip them up and button them, but like on Jake, they seem to be molded to very contour of my tight buns, and to my rock hard cock, which is clearly outlined against the front of them! Oohhhh, the smooth leather feels so sexy against my bare skin, and I revel in the sensation. I stroll back and forth within the dressing room, feeling the way they stretch back and forth as I move, loving the erotic feel of them, and the way they so clearly reveal my 8″ hard cock, which is jutting forth against the tight leather.

I then slip on and tuck in the smooth leather shirt, which hugs my broad chest and shoulders. I feel so sexy!

Suddenly, I hear Jake call out, “Hey, how’s it going? Come on out, I want to see how you look”!

What am I going to do? I can’t go out there like this, with my cock standing at attention, and totally visible! And yet, I am so excited by a combination of Jake’s forceful physical presence, and the feeling of these sexy clothes, that there is no way that my hard on is going to go away. So, I quickly untuck the shirt, and pull my hips back a little, so that my hard cock is not so visible.

Stepping out of the booth, I come face to face with Jake, who whistles when he sees me. “Hey, you look great! But you need to tuck in that shirt.”, and with that he approaches me and begins tucking in the hem of my shirt!

As the huge outline of my hard cock is revealed, Jake looks into my eyes and smiles. “Are the pants too tight? I think maybe I misjudged your size!”.

I feel like I’m going to die with embarrassment, but I manage to stammer that the size is fine, and that I’m sure they will stretch.

Looking directly down at my cock, and then into my blushing face, and says, “At this rate, I’m sure they’ll stretch, too!”

Although I have never been so turned on in any girl’s presence, this is so new to me, and my conflicting feelings of arousal and embarrassment are so strong, I excuse myself as soon as possible, and scurry back into the changing room. When I come out, Jake takes the outfit from me, and tells me that he will have to pay for it, in order to get the discount, and suggests in a casual manner, that I come by his house, after work to pay him and pick up the outfit. I quickly agree, and take down his address, which is within walking distance. He also asks me for my shoe size, because he says that I need some boots to wear with my new outfit. He tells me that he has a friend that owns a boot store, and that he will bring over a couple of pair for me to try on, with no obligation.

Inside, my mind is reeling with the realization that he can’t be going to all this trouble, unless he wants something from me and I hope it is more than a reciprocal discount at Fredericks!

Jake then asks me to come over to the other side of the store, to see some other outfits I might like. Leading me into the women’s section, he selects and holds up against my body, an ultra sexy, hot pink leather minidress. “You would look great in this, and I think it’s your size. Would you like to try it on? I know that you said you had never worn women’s clothes before, but with your long hair, and gorgeous face, you would look really hot!”

Oh shit! What can I respond to this outrageous comment! He is holding the dress against my body, and I can’t help myself from feeling the soft leather, while at the same time my face is again blushing furiously, and I respond that maybe I can try it on another time.

“I’ll remember that”, Jake says with a smile. “Listen, why don’t you come over to my place tonight, to pick up your outfit. I need to code it in a special way, and I don’t have time right now. Besides, we can have a couple of drinks together.”

Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “will I meet your boyfriend”? I am shocked and embarrassed by my boldness, but Jake takes it in stride, as he says in parting, “No, he’s away for a couple of weeks. It’ll be just us.”

I don’t know how to respond, so I just stand there dumb, as Jake gives me directions. He leans over the counter as he writes out the directions, rize escort and I can smell his masculine scent, mixed with the sexy leather smell of his outfit. He is so incredibly good looking, and I am so turned on by him! I agree to meet him at 7pm that night, and as I walk away, I find that my cock is again rock hard, and my mind is swirling with expectations and excitement. The main question is, is it all my imagination, or does he want to go to bed with me? If he does, although I am still awkward and shy with the newness of being wanted by a man, I intend to let him have me. The power of the attraction I have for him is unlike any I have known.

As I walk through the mall, I look around and check out other guys. I spot several, that I think are good looking, but although I examine my reaction carefully, I can’t say that I feel anymore attracted to them than before. There is something about Jake’s powerful personality and sense of self assurance that combines with his beautiful face, body and sexy outfit that makes me want to please him.

My workday at the store seems to last longer than usual, I am so fired up with impatience. My mind continually returns to images of Jake, and the dream I have ahd of slipping his hard cock into my mouth. I wonder if having the real thing could be as wonderful as my dream and fantasies. I had heard that gay men usually took either the male or female role in sex, and I wonder why it is that I seem to be fantasizing only about taking the submissive position of falling to my knees and sucking his cock. Certainly the idea of having him suck my cock is exciting, and also the idea of peeling off his tight leather pants and fucking his sweet ass. But somehow I am more excited about the idea of satisfying him, sucking his cock until he comes in my mouth. What will it taste like, I wonder? What if he wants to fuck me? That thought is a little scary. I once tried to fuck a girlfriend up the ass, but she made me stop because it hurt her. I wonder if he would want that, and if so whether I should let him. Suddenly my daydreaming is interrupted by a really foxy girl comes in and asks for my help in choosing some really ultra sexy and wicked outfits, and amazingly, I don’t pursue her as I normally would have. In fact, as she tells me that she wants something really sexy to please her boyfriend, and as I select an ultra sexy satin corset for her to try, the wild thought goes briefly through my head, would I also be willing to please Jake by wearing something wicked and feminine like this?

Eventually, the day ends, and I rush home to take a shower, eat and get ready for my visit to Jakes. After eating a light meal, I do some push ups and curl some dumbbells, so that my muscles will be pumped up and defined. I shower, shave, and afterwards, apply some nice cologne. I brush my long blond hair out, and admire myself in the mirror. My naked body is tanned, lean and after almost a year of weight lifting, my muscles are well defined and sculpted. My cock becomes hard with the realization that I am trying to imagine what Jake would think of my body, and soon, all 9″ of my hard cock is jutting forward.

Since I don’t have any leather to wear, I choose a super tight pair of jeans, which reveals the bulge of my cock and balls clearly, and then a tight black t-shirt, which hugs my muscular chest and my biceps tightly. I hope that he will find me attractive, even though I’m not dressed up like a girl!

Finally, it is time to go. I am so excited and nervous about what this evening may hold!

It doesn’t take me long to find Jake’s place, which is located in an expensive condominium building. I quickly find a parking place, take the elevator to his floor, and then find his door. Taking a comb, I quickly run it through my long hair, tuck my t-shirt in and try to compose myself. I then ring the bell, and within moments, beautiful Jake, his hair obviously still damp from a shower opens the door and is with me. I can smell a fresh masculine cologne emanating from him, and this scent is mixed with the erotic smell of new leather. He is dressed in what must be a brand new pair of tight black leather pants, a tight black leather vest, which reveals his tanned, broad and muscular shoulders and arms. Around his neck, he’s wearing a sexy black leather choker.

I feel overwhelmed, and again, instantly aroused by his powerful presence. As he shakes my hand warmly and dazzles me with his smile, my cock, against my will, hardens until it is etched against the front of my tight jeans. I try to hold his eyes, hoping he won’t notice, but he does give me an appreciative glance over, and his smile widens as he says, his eyes directly on my aching hard-on, “nice outfit”. “Come on, come into the living room and I’ll get you a beer”. Jake leads me into his expensively furnished living room, and has me sit on his leather couch. As he turns to go get our beers, my eyes move to his exquisite leather clad buns and his long legs, which are beautifully defined by the tight leather of his pants. With women, I have always been an “ass” man. Gazing at Jake’s tight ass, so much more tight and hard than a woman’s ass, I find myself lusting for the first time after a man’s ass and fantasizing about how wonderful it would be to run my hands over those sweet buns and fondle them.

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I decided to get my very first job after I turned 18. I went to apply at a lot of places and I was just waiting for a call back. I waited weeks, but finally one day out of the blue, Burger King called me and said that they wanted me to come in for an interview. I went in for the interview and I got the job. It wasn’t anything special, just a part time job.

On my first day I met this cute guy. At first I thought he was straight. His name was Jose. He was beautiful with short, jet black hair, deep brown eyes, an amazing ass and Latino. He was nice too. I never said hi or introduced myself. I just occasionally looked at him from a distance, mostly every time he bent over or when he would smile. He had an amazing smile, one of those you could just melt into. As time went on of course, as co workers, we talked, mainly while we where taking out the trash or working on the registers. He was pretty cool. We got along great but never once did I even get a hint he was gay. I hated the days when I was working without him because he somehow made the day go by faster.

I don’t think he ever really noticed my attraction to him, And with him being so beautiful I doubted he would be attracted to me of all guys. I’m really nothing special, just your average guy who can probably loose a few pounds. bilecik escort Started getting a routine down I would go to class in the morning and then I would leave college come home change and go to work. Jose closed normally and so did I. So on the days when I knew we where both closing I would get all excited but I didn’t know why. I mean, it’s not like I thought anything would ever happen with him. Our conversations would very from day to day. Some days we would just talk shit and bitch to each other how we hated working there. Other days we would talk about random things. In one of our little talks I had learned that he had a girlfriend and he really liked her. Sometimes he would come to work all pissed off because of something she did, and I would help him out by talking to him about his problems. I never really shared much about my personal life, but if I was having a problem he was someone I could talk to.

One day he came into work and he looked like he was about to cry. I asked him what was wrong when he clocked in but he said he didn’t want to talk about it, so I spent most of the day trying to cheer him up and get information from him. He really wasn’t in the mood, but the time came for us to close, and as we where putting manisa escort up the chairs he finally told me. I wasn’t expecting him to, but he did. He said that she broke up with him because she met someone else. I told him that if that was the case then she never really cared for him. That seemed to help hem, because before long I had him smiling again. That made me feel happy inside so we went on talking about it and the time came to close the first window. The first window was really just a tiny room where there was nothing besides a table with a register on it and some cleaning equipment. We had to sweep, mop, and clean off the table. Normally we both closed it together because we just wanted to talk more. I went into the room and he followed behind me. I went to the end of the room and turned around to pick something up off the floor, but he stopped me and he brought his lips to mine and kissed me.

Never before I had ever felt like that. It was the most memorable kiss I had ever had. Time had seemed to slow just for a second as we made out. He then pushed me against the table and begun to kiss down my neck and chest. He felt over my entire body with his big hands. I was in total shock, but I let him continue to do it. I didn’t mersin escort know what to do, but I finally just started to explore his body.

He then got a condom out of his pocket and dropped his pants. He lifted me up against the table and slid down my pants just enough to uncover my butt. He started to finger my butt. We knew that we didn’t have much time before someone would come in there looking for us, so he put on the condom and took me right then and there. I was trying not to moan and I could tell that he was fighting the urge too. His cock was pretty big about 10 inches and thick. He took it as slow as time would allow at first and then he picked up the pace. I felt I had multiple orgasms, shooting several loads as he fucked me. At times he was kissing me as he pounded my butt. I didn’t want it to end, but I felt him start to tense up and shake. I knew he was close and then he suddenly tensed and came inside me ending with a slight quiet moan. He kissed me once more, got himself dressed again, fixed his hair and went to the bathroom. I remained there for a moment just thinking about what happened. I cleaned up a bit and pulled up my pants . I went to clock out, and as I was leaving the restaurant he stopped me and said “thank you”. He kissed me once more, then I got in my car and drove away.

The next day I went into work and looked at the new schedule he wasn’t on it. Apparently he had quit. I didn’t have his phone number so I stopped, took a breath, and went back to work.

Occasionally he would come to Burger King and visit, and get something to eat, but I just said hi and he would say hi back to me.

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Chapter 1: A Knock on My Door

A knock on my door woke me. Stumbling in the darkness I managed to turn on the lamp on the night table. Rubbing my eyes I looked at the clock; 2:30 in the morning. I then looked down at my naked body. I always slept naked. I loved the feel of the smooth sheets on my freshly-cleaned body. I rummaged around for a pair of gym shorts and pulled them on as the doorbell rang. Standing, I made my way from my bedroom and down the hall towards the front door. The doorbell rang again, this time more persistently.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I said. I turned on the outside light and looked through the eye-hole. My friend and personal trainer, Nick was standing on the porch, drenched. I opened the door and quickly invited him in out of the rain.

“Hey,” he said and gave me a sheepish smile. My cock stirred a little every time he smiled at me like that. I was already on the way to a major hard-on. “My girlfriend threw me out. Would it be alright if I chilled here for the night?”

“Yea, no problem, man,” I said coolly. “Want a beer or something before you hit the couch?”

“Sure,” Nick answered. I thought I detected something foreign in his voice. I led the way down the hall and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge released enough light for him to be able to get a good look at my silhouette. I stood just under six feet and weighed in at around 200lbs. Nick had me on a rigorous schedule: lifting on Tuesdays and Thursdays, running on Wednesdays and Saturdays, chest and abs on Mondays and Fridays so I was getting to be rather lean. I made sure to bend at almost a perfect 90 degree angle to grab the beers. I always made sure they were on the bottom shelf.

“There you go,” I said, handing Nick a beer. I popped the cap off of mine and took a swig. We both took a seat at the table. I hadn’t filled Nick in on my sexual orientation and I had never felt the need to so he was oblivious to the looks I had been casting him since we had met three years ago. “So what happened with the lady-friend?”

Nick smiled again and I felt my cock harden even more. “Well I was extremely horny tonight and she just wouldn’t give me any. I kept pressing and she finally got sick of me and threw me out. I’ve already had about four beers so I didn’t trust myself to drive and since you’re only a few blocks down the street I figured I would just crash here.” He sipped his beer, running his hands through the condensation. Just watching him do that brought me to full erection.

“Well that’s what you get!” I laughed. He shook his head and finished off his beer.

“Thanks for letting me stay dude,” he said as he stood. “I’m just going to use the bathroom quick.” He walked out into the hall and a moment later I heard him begin to piss. I quickly followed him, shutting off the kitchen light. I stopped in front of the open bathroom door and quietly admired his form. He was shorter than me, which I liked, by almost three inches. He had short, light brown hair and was muscle from head-to-toe. kütahya escort

“Too bad you didn’t get rid of that tension before she threw you out, man,” I said slyly. He turned, laughing. He tucked his tool back into his pants as he did so, but not before I caught a glimpse. The head was a perfect mushroom and I felt my own cock throb. I motioned down the hall. “I’ll grab you a blanket so you can crash on the couch.” When I looked back at him he had a funny look on his face.

“Man, I hate to say it, but I really don’t sleep well on couches. I don’t know, it’s just something about them.” Again he gave me that smile and I felt my cock strain against my pants. I was suddenly aware that I was wearing nothing but a loose pair of gym shorts and if Nick so chose he would be able to see the tent my dick was creating. I shrugged back into the hall, hoping the shadows would hide it.

“Oh,” I said. “Well, I don’t exactly have a guest room but if you don’t mind you could sleep in my bed.” My heart beat hard inside my chest at the idea of this muscle mass sleeping beside me.

Nick walked past me into the hall, lightly brushing the front of my pants. I shuddered. “Yeah that’d be great. If you don’t mind, I mean.” He continued down the hall and into my bedroom. I followed him and stood next to my side of the bed. Nick already had his shirt off and was climbing in between the sheets. “Man,” he groaned as he settled down. “This is so comfortable.” He took off his pants and threw them on the ground. He looked over at me and his eyes widened. Again it hit me that I was extremely exposed. Why had I turned on the light? “Wow. I guess that I’m not the only one with tension issues,” he said and smiled.

I looked down at my shorts and feigned surprise. “Well, what do you know?” I slid under the sheets and sheets. “I guess thinking about your girlfriend really did me in.” He punched me under the sheets. It took me by surprise because instead of punching my arm, which would have been normal, he punched the side of my stomach, close to my cock. Laughing I leaned over him to turn off the lights. I had known Nick for three, almost four years and had never even considered him gay so I was completely not expecting what came next. As I was reaching over him, my cock brushed his thigh. He gasped a little and I felt something hard push into my abdomen; something that was obviously his dick. I paused and pulled back, looking down at him. He smiled slightly and grabbed my cock.

“Why don’t we try to alleviate some of our tension?” I just gaped at him. His hand made circles around my member, causing my breaths to become ragged. “What do you say, Tim? I know you want it. I’ve seen the way you look at me when we’re working out.” I moaned as he ran one hand up my body and pinched my nipple hard. “Tim…tell me how much you want it.” With that he raised his hips and pushed his engorged cock against me again. Something seemed to snap inside of me. I ran my malatya escort hands across his chest, through the light fuzz that was there. Over his giant biceps ran my fingers and finally they traveled across his rippling abs stopping at his treasure trail. Licking my lips, I slowly eased my thumbs under the band of his boxer briefs and pulled down. His cock popped out, whipping pre-cum across my face.

“Nick, I can’t tell you how much I really want this,” I managed to say.

“Then show me,” he whispered in my ear. Chills raced down my spine. Taking his member in my hand I shoved it into my mouth. The width was almost too much for me and I had to strain my jaw to near-breaking point just to manage it. I worked my tongue slowly around the head, teasing him. His breathing grew harsh. He clawed my back, running his hands around my muscled back. I let out a moan and he took the opportunity to shove his cock as far into my mouth as he could. I felt it hit the back of my throat so I loosened my muscles and let him slide the rest of it in. Slowly he began to fuck my face and slowly his cock grew more. After about five minutes of giving him head I pulled back and examined his cock for the first time. It was completely smooth without a vein in sight. It stood at full mast and I estimated that it was no shorter than eight inches. I looked up at him as I massaged his member. His eyes were closed and he was smiling.

“How am I doing?” I asked. He opened his eyes.

“Better than Jessica, I can tell you that.” An idea suddenly occurred to me.

“You weren’t really at Jess’s house tonight, were you?”

“Ah, you caught me,” he said. He pulled me up to him and we shared our first kiss. It was the most emotional kiss I have ever received from a man. His tongue wrestled mine down and pinned it to bottom of my mouth. He ran his hands down across my ass, pausing only to insert on finger between the cheeks. “I want to fuck you.” Hearing this sent me into another world. I grabbed both his nipples and twisted them. Moaning he stood and pulled me to my feet. Turning me around, he bent me over the edge of the bed and tore my shorts off.

“Where do you keep the lube?” he asked.

“Drawer,” I said, pointing to the bedside table. He removed the lube and placed a large glob on his finger. Without pausing he thrust his finger into my exposed asshole, causing me to scream. He quickly inserted a second, third and fourth finger, fucking me like an animal.

“I think you’re ready bitch,” he sighed from behind me.

“Oh yes!” I cried. He removed his fingers and grabbed my hips. The head of his cock touched my rosebud and I took in a deep breath. With great care he inserted his cock into my ass. Crying out, I bit down on my lip.

“That’s only the head, Tim,” he told me. “Get used to it because I am going to fuck the shit out of you. And when I am done you are going to be my little slut forever.” Nick had never talked this way to me batman escort before but I found myself loving every word of it. A moment later I felt him push and his cock ploughed its way into me. The best way to describe the feeling when he was entirely inside me was full. I had never felt so full in my entire life. He began to pull out and I couldn’t help but feel sad as that feeling left me. I thought maybe he had changed his mind. Lucky for me he hadn’t and a second later he rammed back into me with such force that the bed skidded across the floor.

“Shit!” I screamed. Nick only laughed as he repeated the process time and time again. I found myself pushing back against him so that he could get more of him inside of me. His hands ran up and down my sides, occasionally traveling to my nipples to taunt them with pleasure. Unable to reach my own cock, I was forced to wait.

“Get on your back,” he ordered and withdrew with an auditory pop. I swiveled around to face him and he pushed me down onto the bed. He fell to his knees and took my cock into his mouth.

“You’ve done this before,” I commented as he instantly took my entire shaft, right to the hilt. His only answer was to take my balls into his mouth and hum. Gasping for breath, I leaned back. Nick pushed my legs up and I took hold of them, exposing my hole once more. He moved from my balls down to my asshole and began to wildly fuck me with his tongue.

“Oh fuck, you taste so good,” he moaned. His tongue dug deep into me. Finally he crawled up on top of me and placed his mouth over mine. I could taste the musk of my hole and I reveled in it. Again I felt the head of his dick press against my hole and I took it gratefully. He began to fuck me with wild abandon, not worrying if he was hurting me or not. Within seconds he pushed hard into me and kept it there and I knew he was filling my insides with his life juices. One, two, three squirts and then he collapsed on me, pressing my rod uncomfortably against my stomach. He didn’t withdraw, but instead allowed his cock to soften inside me. The feeling was amazing.

We both rolled over onto our backs and Nick noticed that I was still hard. Without a word he stood up and lowered himself over me. With no lube of any sort he sheathed my seven inch sword in its entirety. He stopped where he was for only a minute before beginning to bounce up and down on my cock. All his muscles shook as I fucked his ass. A steady slapping sound assured me that I was as far into him as I could be.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum,” he directed me. I ran my hands over his chest loving the way his muscles felt.

“I’m going to cum soon,” I told him as I felt my balls pull upwards. He stood up off of my cock and got down on his knees.

“Cum in my mouth,” he said as he swallowed my cock whole. When I felt my cock slide down his throat I let loose, completely filling his mouth. His eyes opened wide in surprise as I pumped over and over again. Somehow he managed to not waste a drop, swallowing every last piece. Sighing, I slid back between the covers, Nick’s cum leaking out of my ass. He flipped off the light and in the dark I could see him lying, staring at me.

“I’ll be ready in a couple of hours,” he told me. “And I want another go at that sweet ass of yours.” Smiling, I kissed him. It was going to be a long, enjoyable night.

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The hunger for male flesh rises in me again. And I’ve got no choice but to go satisfy my cravings. My name is Jack Lemieux. A young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I’m originally from the City of Cap-Haitien in Northern Haiti but I’ve been in Canada for six years now. I attend Algonquin College in the town of Nepean, near Metropolitan Ottawa. I’m openly bisexual, and lately, I’m just living my life. Taking things as they come. A month ago I broke up with my girlfriend Aminah. That big-booty Black slut from Ivory Coast gave the pussy to damn near everybody, man. She fucks Black guys, White guys and Arab guys. What a whore! I wish I didn’t have a son with her but I do. One of the biggest mistakes in this brother’s life.

I don’t bother with Aminah unless I’m visiting my son Eric. The rest of the time, I just live my life. I work as a security guard to make some cash. Next semester I will graduate from Algonquin College and transfer to Carleton University. I can’t wait, man. These days, I’m seeing a young lady named Monique Pierre Chang. She’s half Haitian and half Chinese. Tall and light-skinned, with big tits, a curvy body and a big butt. I really like Monique, but I have certain desires she simply cannot satisfy. That’s why I’m in the apartment of fellow security guard and Algonquin College student Jefferson O’Shea right now. He’s a tall young White guy straight from Galway City in Ireland. Only been in the Confederation of Canada a couple of years. And like me, he’s bisexual. bayburt escort Unlike me, he’s deeply closeted. He used to pump Aminah too, but dumped her ass once he realized she had major issues. I wish I had done the same.

Right now, Jefferson is kneeling before me and sucking on my nine inches of thick, uncircumcised Black cock. The White dude is really polishing my dick with his tongue. He’s a grade-A cock sucker, for real. I thrust my dick down Jefferson’s throat and amazingly, he takes it all. Somehow he can fit the whole thing inside his mouth. Jefferson simply loves Black dick, though most of the time he likes to deny it. When we first met, he was making weird eyes at me because he saw me with this tall, blonde-haired White chick named Rachel Stanwood. An English slut I picked up while visiting some friends at the University of Ottawa. Like a lot of White guys, Jefferson O’Shea isn’t thrilled when he sees a Black man with a hot White woman. Unlike most White guys, he’s not thrilled about Black male/White female couples because deep down, he craves Black dick more than most White women. He’s jealous, but not the way you think. Isn’t that a kicker?

Folks, I really don’t discriminate. I fuck women and men of all races. Doesn’t matter if you’re Black, White, Chinese, Arab, Indian or Aboriginal. Give me the pussy. Or give me the dick. Hell, give me both. And I will fuck the hell out of you. My nine inches of hard Black dick are always hungry for new bartın escort holes to fuck. After Jefferson polished my magnificent Black cock and balls with his tongue, I decided to fuck him. I bent him over his living room couch and fucked him. The White dude eagerly spread his ass cheeks for me and handed me some lubricant. I some smeared lube all over my cock and also applied some on his asshole. Then I sank my dick inside Jefferson O’Shea asshole. The Irishman groaned as I penetrated him. Oh, yeah. Like a lot of fruity White guys I met in the City of Ottawa, he craves Black dick deep in his ass. Of course, he can’t admit it to himself most of the time but that’s okay.

I held Jefferson O’Shea by those narrow hips of his and thrust my cock deep into his asshole. Hard and fast I fucked him, pumping my big Black dick inside the forbidden depths of his asshole. That’s what I do to my White bitches, both male and female. They need to be fucked in the ass and I’m there to do it. I love the feel of White ass around my dick. And I don’t really care about the gender of the person whose ass I’m fucking. My way of letting you folks know that I really don’t discriminate. An ass is an ass, man. Fuck it, suck it and then cum and move on, you know? I don’t know why a lot of men and women are tripping over questions of race, gender and sexual orientation. We all need sex. And we should all fuck and be fucked. That’s it, really. That’s the world according to this well-endowed, ığdır escort masculine bisexual Black stud. Just ask Jefferson O’Shea. Oops. He can’t answer you because he’s too busy squealing as I fill his asshole with my cock. I slam my dick mercilessly inside the forbidden depths of the submissive bisexual White man’s asshole.

Jefferson strokes his measly six-inch White cock as I slam my nine inches of Black man power inside of him. He squeals as I fuck him hard, pumping my cock roughly into his asshole. We went at it until I came, flooding his asshole with my manly cum. I can still hear Jefferson’s passionate screams. Well, I was still horny. I told Jefferson to stick his dick inside of me. The Irishman looked at me, stunned. I grinned and assumed the position. I knelt before him and sucked his cock, getting it nice and hard. Then I climbed on top of him and impaled myself on his short but thick White cock. And just like that, Jefferson began pumping his White cock into my Black male ass. I stroked my cock as the Irishman filled my Haitian ass with his surprisingly thick cock. Jefferson cussed as he fucked me. I loved the feel of his dick in my ass. Ninety percent of the time I fuck other guys but occasionally I like to get fucked. Jefferson fucked me until he came, flooding my asshole with his cum.

After this, we showered together. Then we went our separate ways. It’s just a booty call, folks. Bisexual men like Jefferson O’Shea and I fuck guys and chicks of all races all over the City of Ottawa. It’s the most boring town in the western hemisphere. Not much to do other than drinking and fucking. Still not sated after fucking Jefferson, I picked up my Little Black Book. It’s full of the phone numbers of horny Black chicks I like to dial up for booty calls. I’m in the mood for Somalian pussy tonight. So that’s who I’m going to call. It’s fun to be me!

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Content Warning: Domestic Abuse

Chapter 20 — Fragments

Bright red spots on a field of old linoleum.

I continue digging with tweezers, the tips falling to get a hold on the tiny sliver.

Stainless steel scrapes on jagged glass. More blood drips off my heel.

No matter how many times I clean them up, fragments remain.

I’ll be walking on broken glass forever.

~*~*~*~

“Where we heading?”

“My place.”

“Is that so?” I said. I arched my eyebrow at him. I knew Preston had said he was taking me back to his apartment, but I didn’t know whether he had said it for Jameson’s benefit or what. At the time, I was so glad to get away from my ex that I didn’t ask any questions.

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” he said quickly. “I just didn’t think you’d want to overhear Kitten getting his birthday spanking.”

I rolled my eyes.

“At least they’re making an effort to be quiet now.”

“Cory is making an effort to be quiet,” he said. “Wolfie has been making a game out of it.”

“God, he would do that,” I laughed, then sobered up. Fuck. I did not look forward to going back alone only to listen to meowing and growling all night. As if running into my ex wasn’t bad enough. I sank down into the passenger seat and drug my hand over my face with a groan.

“That bad, eh?” Preston asked.

“Why’d you come back?”

“I take care of my friends,” he said. I looked at him, and he simply shrugged. His casual admission floored me so much that I couldn’t find anything to say until Preston pulled into the apartment complex and led me to his door.

Once on the other side, I took his hand and pulled him into my arms. He braced his hands on my chest and looked up at me.

“Like I said, it’s not what you’re thinking,” he said. “I don’t want to take advantage—”

“You’re not.” He started to back out of my arms, but I held him tighter. I knew he wanted to be nice, but the last thing I wanted to do tonight was think.

“Let me just—”

I kissed him before he could say anything else. I nipped at his lips and they parted, granting me access. His cologne teased at my senses, reminding me of the other times I’d had his body pressed to mine. He rose up on his toes and I coaxed his tongue into my mouth, deepening our kiss. Jackets shook from shoulders, shoes slipped from feet. We let go of each other long enough to throw whatever item across the room.

The fingers of one hand stole up the back of his shirt to trace the column of his spine, the other hand I sent down to knead his ass. I could feel the tight swell clench under my palm as his hips rolled into me. He broke away and started making attempts at offering me a beer, an opportunity to talk, a million other things I could possibly want. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it in the vague direction of my jacket.

Preston bit his lip as he lifted a hesitant hand and let his fingers ghost over my nipple ring. I tipped up his chin and watched the realization bloom in his honey-brown eyes that my free hand had just unsnapped my jeans and drawn down the zipper.

When our lips next met, any sense of reserve vanished. Preston and I stumbled to his bed in a flurry of writhing tongues and groping hands. He pulled back to slide under the covers and invited me in with him. A few pieces of hastily shorn clothing flung out from under the blanket, and I was finally able to stretch myself along the full length of his warm and pliant body. I looked at him, from the tips of his soft brown hair, down to the parts of his body that I could see under the blanket. I felt his legs tangled up with mine, his sex digging into my hip. A fucking feast after nearly two years of famine. I’d spent enough sleepless nights thinking about what he had hidden under his clothes, and a few more besides having tasted and touched some of those secret places, but now that I had him in his full naked glory, I almost didn’t know where to start.

Preston squirmed under my reverential palms, arched into me when they brushed over his hips and pulled him closer. His lips nibbled at my neck, followed the trail his hands blazed across my chest. He scooted down the bed, licking lower. His eyes went wide when he got down to my dick, and wider still when he found piercings twenty-four and twenty-five as if he knew where to look.

“You have been thinking about it,” I said.

“I have,” he admitted. He wrapped his fingers around my shaft and we both shivered at the contact. His attention went back to the little bits of metal. “Fuck, a lorum and a guiche.”

“How do you know what they’re called?” Not that I’d shown them off to many people, but most would be surprised you could put a ring through the base of your dick or taint, let alone that there was a name for either one.

“Research.” artvin escort His perfectly shaped eyebrow swept up into a decidedly wicked look. “Always wanted to play with a pierced dick.”

And with that said, his mouth closed over my head. I swore and he giggled as best he could around a mouthful of my dick. His fingers crept over my balls and flicked the little metal ring hiding behind while his tongue and lips worked me. I swore again and Preston pulled my head out of his mouth with a lascivious pop.

“Damn, sugar,” he said. “The face you’re making, you’d think I was hurting you.”

Rather than answer, I pulled him up and shoved my tongue into his mouth. Preston wrapped his leg around my waist, and I took advantage of the position to touch where my hands had yet to stray before. My fingers slipped over the inside of his thigh, over a rounded cheek, and back down the cleft. He whimpered quietly when my fingertips first brushed over his tight little hole. I tickled over him again and he shivered. He grabbed my hand, and I was half afraid he was going to make me stop. Instead, he brought my hand to his lips and sucked two fingers into his mouth, running his tongue over them in much the same way as he had with my cock.

When he finally let them go, I let my fingers find his center once more. I pressed into him until his ass relaxed enough under my fingertips to allow me entry. He flexed his hips back, taking my finger up to the first knuckle. He flexed forward, grinding our cocks into each other’s hip. I let him fuck himself on my finger, adding the second digit to further open him. His small moans filled my mouth.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yes,” he said. I pressed deeper inside of him and the word broke off in a cry. He slipped from me long enough to grab a condom and some lube. I quickly took out the lorum while he straddled my thighs. I let him slip on the rubber and slick me up.

Preston lined me up and carefully eased himself down on my cock. He worked his way down over me, taking me in another inch, lifting himself back almost to the tip, before sliding himself back down again, moaning and licking his lips in much the same way I had seen people react to really good cheesecake. At the last moment, I lifted my hips as he plunged back down and buried myself to the hilt in his body. We were both breathing hard by the time his sweet little ass rested on my thighs. His hand rested on my stomach, his body erect, back slightly arched, while he adjusted. I felt him twitch and spasm around me.

Yet, as amazing as he felt just sitting there, I desperately needed him to move. When he leaned back and put his hands back on his heels, I couldn’t help the way my breath stopped. Cute little Preston, ball of fucking fury, rode my dick in graceful thrusts.

He rolled his body as he lifted his hips off me — arching back on the up stroke, forward on the down. His lip held between his teeth, his breath coming in panting whimpers. The way he moved hit all his little sweet spots, the ones I’d never be able to find without asking first. Each thrust drove his voice higher, wound his ass tighter around my shaft. I stroked my hands over his body — grabbing at his ass, rubbing his thighs, teasing over his chest.

“Something tells me we aren’t fucking,” I said between my own panting breaths.

“What makes you say that?” He gasped while I flexed my hips up to meet his down-thrust.

“You’re just getting yourself off on my dick.”

“Doesn’t seem like you have a problem with that,” he said as he ground into me. I had to admit, watching him was arousing and he knew it. I’d heard guys described as moving like a porn star, but I doubt a porn star could capture the undulating rise and fall of his hips. Preston was why porn stars moved like that in the first place. “With how long it’s been, you won’t last. Might as well get mine first.”

“Guess I’ll just have to enjoy the show then,” I said, rising up on my elbows to better watch his body dance in my lap. Something about it must have done it for him because he suddenly arched his back higher.

“Oh God!” he cried out.

“Angle hit something good?” I asked, but all I could get in reply were some whimpered curses and comments about the size of my dick. His controlled grinding faltered and he almost stopped completely.

I considered it about time that I disabused him of his notions regarding my abilities.

I rolled him onto his back before I pulled out to the tip and drove back into him. He cried out again.

“Nice thing about endurance runners,” I murmured in his ear. “We can keep it up forever.”

Eyes shut, nails in my back, legs gripping my waist, an endless chorus of oh God, more, don’t stop, please, fuck, yes, and theretherethere falling from his pretty lips. It didn’t aydın escort take long before I was breathing heavy and moaning with him, but his rising voice drowned mine out.

I fucked him long and hard ? witness to the side of Preston that falls apart.

~*~*~*~

I pulled up to the house — cream colored with dark blue trim. The older BMW M5 that I parked next to looked well cared for. Similar care had been taken with the yard, but other than a few rows of dogwood shrubs and a couple small magnolia trees, the landscaping was simple. From the outside, you couldn’t really tell that college students lived in the modestly-sized home.

The tall, lanky guy who opened the door, however, definitely looked like a college student. Black hair with turquoise highlights, multiple hoops through his ears and face, jeans and a Bad Religion t-shirt. Attractive in that alt scene kind of way. I wondered how Teague even knew, or knew of, this guy.

“You must be Efrain,” he said and offered his hand.

“You must be Indie,” I replied and shook the offered hand. “A teammate said you’re looking for a roommate.”

He waved me in and led me past the foyer. He seemed to be favoring his heel; the sock covering it sported an inch-wide spot of blood.

Indie showed me the living room, which boasted a fireplace, a massive flat-screen TV and even more massive couches. It made sense, the furniture at least. He towered over my 6’1″ height, and I doubted he’d sit comfortably on a normal sized couch. He pointed through a sliding glass door to the backyard. More magnolias and dogwood, nice lawn furniture (none of the cheap white plastic stuff favored by most young adults), and a custom firepit that he said he’d built himself from some plans he found on the internet.

The guy seemed nice enough, and the house neat enough, but it could have been a crack house for all I cared. I needed to get out of the dorms and away from my roommate. Carey was an okay guy, that is, until someone mentioned gay people. I didn’t have any plans to come out at VT, but I somehow knew Carey would fucking flip if he found out he’d been rooming with one of them homosexuals.

“This is the kitchen,” Indie said.

I think he meant for me to just glance and move on to the bedroom, but I needed to see this. The homophobic roommate was my primary reason for leaving, but I was also going fucking crazy eating college food. I needed a goddamn kitchen, so I could make my own goddamn food.

The kitchen fit in with the rest of the house — way too fucking nice for a college student. A massive fridge with French doors and a freezer drawer, six-burner natural gas stove, and dual ovens — all in stainless steel. A wealth of cabinet and counter space, with an island that featured a prep top surrounded by bar seating. Smaller appliances, like a top-of-the-line stand mixer and a food processor, sat on the counters. He even had an espresso machine in addition to the coffee pot.

He must have noticed me gawking.

“My step-mother remodeled their kitchen and sent all the old stuff here.”

“Old stuff?” All this crap couldn’t have been more than a few years old.

“If Molly’s brat was getting a house, then good ol’ Claire was going to at least get a brand new kitchen out of it,” he said, rolling his eyes. “That’s where most of my furniture came from, too. She even got my step-brothers new bedroom sets.”

“Your dad bought you a house?”

“No, my dad bought a house,” he shrugged. “I just take care of it.”

“Like a manager.”

“Exactly,” he said. “I’d charge a hell of a lot more if I were paying down my own mortgage.”

“I was wondering why the rent was so cheap,” I said. “But why get a house?”

“He figured that if he was going to be paying my rent for four years, he might as well get something from it.”

“But, to buy one this big?” I remembered Indie saying something about four bedrooms and three-and-a-half bathrooms.

“Resale value,” he said. “Besides, my dad originally planned to use this like his personal hotel during home games.”

“Man, nothing like dear old Dad crashing your football parties.” I was pretty sure from his tone that there was little love lost between my potential roommate and his father and step-mother.

I started opening random cabinets and drawers. His step-mother had probably re-outfitted her kitchen from top to bottom, if Indie’s kitchen was any indication. What normal college student owned chef-quality knives and a full set of la Creuset cookware? My mom only had the one Dutch oven, and that was because it was on sale at the base exchange. “You know how to use any of this stuff?”

“Do you?” I briefly worried that he would get annoyed with my going through his kitchen, but if anything he looked indifferent.

“Yup. balıkesir escort My mom’s a caterer,” I said. “She taught me everything she knows.”

Of course, she had regretted doing so when my cooking turned out to be better than hers. I could definitely teach a thing or two to whatever jackass they had in charge of VT food services.

As I went through Indie’s cabinets, I started fantasizing about the damage I could do in a kitchen this well-stocked. The one thing he seemed short on, however, was glassware and dishes. I figured he might be one of those guys that used paper plates and plastic forks because he was too lazy to load a dishwasher. Dad had more than a few sailors like that under his command before he retired.

I got to a cabinet with a massive dent in the door and no shelves inside.

“A minor accident,” he said. “It knocked a shelf loose and the whole thing came crashing down.”

“The glasses and dishes?”

“Yup. My ex insisted on putting everything in one cabinet.”

“No shit.”

“Happened back in the spring. Swept the floor dozens of times, but I’m still stepping on glass,” he said and pointed down at the blood on his sock. “Just got that out all of five minutes ago.”

“You didn’t vacuum it up? Mom always used the vacuum.”

“No, ’cause that would have made sense,” he joked and led me off to check out the rest of the house.

“So, did she at least replace them?” I asked.

“Who?”

“Your ex-girlfriend.”

“Nope,” he said. “And it was a ‘he.’ My ex-boyfriend lived with me.”

“I see.”

“Hope my being gay isn’t a problem,” he said as he showed me into what would be my room.

“Would be a bit hypocritical if it was.” At least I wouldn’t have to deal with a raving homophobic lunatic, so one more point for Indie. “Lemme guess, Claire got a new bedroom set.”

“How’d you know?” he chuckled. The room was fully furnished with a king-sized bed and matching oak furniture. I walked through the door that led to the connected bathroom. It was fucking huge with the most unbelievable shower.

“This is the master suite,” I said.

“It is.”

“Then why didn’t you take it?”

“The previous owner converted the garage into a mother-in-law suite,” he answered. “As awesome as that shower is, the tub is even better.”

“Aw man,” I said. “This shower vs. tub thing could be a total deal breaker.”

“I’m sure I could pull out some kitchen appliances to sweeten the deal.”

“God, how much shit did your step-mother buy?”

“What shit didn’t she buy?”

~*~*~*~

I fingered the cord around Cory’s neck — black leather braided with stainless steel beads. Indie had called it a choker when he laughed at me for buying jewelry, but I liked how it looked on my boyfriend. I could see how it got the name, any tighter and the thing would likely strangle Cory. I ran my fingertip along the cool metal beads, my knuckle brushing against his throat.

It was well past midnight by the time I got Cory away from the bar and into his truck. Preston had sent him a quick text that Indie was staying with him so we’d have the place to ourselves. For some reason, we’d decided to do the most unoriginal thing ever and snuggle in front of the fireplace in the living room. I nabbed any blanket that wasn’t attached to a bed, and he pulled all the cushions off the couches. Since he was the only one who knew how to work a fireplace (apparently those weren’t uncommon in south Texas — who knew?), I made up a pallet while he got the fire going. In no time at all, we were under a jumble of blankets being all cuddly ‘n shit.

I didn’t know how I turned into one of those guys who fucking liked cuddling or making out, but Cory did all this cute shit and it was hard to deny him when he did cute shit. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I liked it myself, but…

Who the fuck was I kidding?

I was propped up on my elbow, gazing down at my boyfriend, for fuck’s sake. We were tangled up in the blankets, but still fully dressed, in front of a motherfucking fireplace. I wasn’t even doing something respectable like feeling up on his junk through his jeans, just playing with the beads on his necklace, but I was perfectly happy to be there with him. Occasionally, my finger would stroke him in a way he liked and he’d make some cute little noise, and my dick would plump up a bit, and maybe he’d pull me down for kiss, and maybe we’d nuzzle a little bit, but we didn’t get further than that.

As much as I wanted to complain, I rather liked being Cory’s housebroken “Wolfie.” I couldn’t even be pissed off about the nickname, especially seeing as how he got the worst of it.

How in the hell was a 210lbs hunk anything remotely like a kitten?

Although, the prospect of viciously fucking him until he made cute kitteny noises wasn’t without its merits.

As if able to read the direction of my thoughts (or, more likely, able to feel my dick suddenly digging into his leg), Cory spoke up.

“So, if Indie’s not here,” he said, “I don’t have to be quiet.”

“Wasn’t going to give you the option, anyway.”

“And we don’t have to move this to your room.”

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