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I’d been working a lot of hours recently and had quit my job as chief bouncer at the Party Time bar several days ago. I’d had an offer from one of my buddies to stay at his cabin for a few months. George knew I wanted to be alone to do some writing and I knew he was having a problem with hunters. All in all we were able to help each other. I got a free place to stay and he got security at his cabin.

I didn’t think it was much of a cabin when he told me about it. From his description I’d figured it was a rundown two room log house, with lots of chinks in the walls that let air in. I was a little amazed to find this huge house at the end of a gravel driveway. I was pretty sure I was lost but I tried my key in the lock any way and it worked. This was the place. It was a two bedroom, two bathroom house. I admit it was a log home. But it was way to nice to be called a cabin. It had a huge porch with a verandah running around the outside of the house. For all it could have been any New England farm house you might care to imagine.

I unpacked my suburban and set about doing a little house keeping before I moved in. I dusted, washed the floors and cleaned the bathrooms. All in all a good days work. I set up my computer at the desk in the living room and got it connected to the net. Can’t write without that.

I’d just gotten a fresh cup of coffee, and was heading for the computer when I heard a noise on the porch. Now I’ve been a bouncer for several years. I’d learned all sorts of things doing that job and one of them was being able to distinguish the sounds of someone sneaking up on you. The wood on the porch creaked just enough that I was able to place exactly where my intruder was. I know George has had problems with hunters and I was guessing my intruder was one.

I set my coffee on the floor right where I was and headed for the window I’d left open. If you slide silently on the balls of your feet you fikirtepe escort don’t make any noise at all, and you can feel where loose objects or floorboards are. It allows you to almost flow across a room. I crouched by the window and waited. Sure enough he made his way to the edge of the window and I could almost feel him gathering himself to look in. It was a real surprise when his voice wafted through the window.

“Sir, I’m sorry to have disturbed you, I mean no harm. I look out after the place as best I can for George and he told me to expect you Robert.” The voice said.

“Would you mind showing me your hands?” I replied. I was really surprised that I was having a conversation here. And he sounded so normal about it. Almost as if he was asking the time of day.

“Yes sir.” The voice replied.

And two hands extended through the window palm’s up. I decided this guy was probably ok and asked him to step around to the front door. I walked over to the front door and opening it stepped outside to await my visitor. When he turned the corner I was somewhat surprised again. He couldn’t be more than a teenager. He stood about five feet ten inches tall and weighed about 190 pounds. Kind of lanky with blonde hair strung in a ponytail. Very young and athletic looking.

He introduced himself as Patrick and shaking my hand told me he was glad to meet me. I replied I was happy to be here and how did he know George. It turns out George and Patrick’s father were friends, and Patrick lived next door. Though that was some 800 yards away. I inquired after Patrick’s parents and found they were vacationing in Europe and he was all by himself for the whole summer. Which was when the conversation took a left turn.

“I’ve read most of your stuff and I find it quite enjoyable.” Patrick said with a shy look at his feet.

Another surprise, this night was full of them. I only write to different gebze escort types of things. World War one aviation articles and gay male stuff for Literotica. Now the odds are this kid didn’t read WWI stuff. So I was pretty sure what he was reading but I thought I’d make sure.

“So what was your favorite part?” I inquired.

“Oh I just love your Leatherman series.” Patrick replied earnestly.

I nodded to myself, suspicions confirmed.

“So if you know me, you know I’m a little jumpy. Why were sneaking around outside?” I gave him my best bouncer look when I asked this.

“Umm…” Patrick stammered.

“That’s not much of a response kid. Do you want me to guess.” I said crossing my arms.

He looked so much like a little lost puppy. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything but he kind of looked wistfully at me and nodded. I figures I could spell it all out for him but it would be more fun for both of us if I just did it.

“Let me see your drivers licensee.” I made that more of an order than a request.

He pulled out his licensee and gave it to me. I looked it over and got what I hoped was my last shock of the night. My boy here was twenty three not eighteen like I figured.

“Strip.” I commanded.

Patrick’s clothing hit the ground in record time. I knew what I’d see this time and I was right his penis was already standing at attention. I reached out and grabbed that long ponytail of his and turning him about forced him to the railing on the verandah. The railing was a stout two by four and I thrust him over it. His bottom was kind of cute and I reached out and grabbed it. Sure enough it was soft and pliable too.

“You tried to sneak up on me to see if I was what you thought I was. You’re about to find out the hard way.” I almost growled this as I unbuckled my belt and slid it free of the loops in my pants.

“Don’t move.” I doubled up the içerenköy escort belt and sizing up his bottom let loose the first salvo.

It caught him right at the base of his bottom under the curve. He jumped and let out a screech. I laid on another and I he jumped again, this time he jumped so hard his penis hit the railing. And this was all it took he came hard right then and there. I began to spank him in earnest as he pumped hot sticky cum onto the grass. I landed another forty blows with that belt until I’d broken him and he was crying and begging me to stop.

I kicked apart his legs and grabbed his sore bottom again. He kind of jumped and cried a little harder as I rubbed his flaming red buttocks. I left off rubbing him and with a hard slap to his inner thighs to keep his leg’s parted I unzipped and pulled out my own weapon. I’d become quite hard as I spanked him. I leaned over and spit on his asshole. Then lining up I plunged into him. His head came up and he let out a long scream of ecstasy as I ground away at him. Every time he wiggled to much I planted another smack on his bottom. I’m not sure how long we were there but I felt myself loosening up as I pumped away into him. When I came I really leaned into Patrick and thrust hard. As I rubbed myself across his bottom he came again. He had real potential.

I pulled out having spent myself in him and whipped my cock across his ass. I put my weapon away and reaching down grabbed Patrick’s ponytail and pulled him to his feet. I bent him back like you would any slave so I could see his beauty. He tried to be good but his hands finally rose to try and loosen my hand from his hair. I grinned at the pretty picture this made. I straightened him up and marched him to the stairs.

“I expect you back here tomorrow at sunup to cook my breakfast. You will come dressed as you are. Now don’t walk home. Run!” I said and then all but threw him from the porch.

He ran like a ghost into the trees crying all the way. A naked little nymph swallowed by the forest. George always new what you needed. I grinned in spite of myself. This was going to be a great summer and here it was, only earth day the beginning of spring.

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The Naughtiest Schoolgirl

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It was the last day of term, thank god!!! And not just any term either, it was the last day of the last term…ever. Classes had finished over an hour ago.

I go to an all girls’ boarding school in the south of England. Most of my mates had gone home already, but myself, (I’m Abby by the way) Megan and Wendy were crowded in Wendy’s small dorm room. We were getting picked up the following morning. So, since we were 3 of the very last girls in the school, we decided to have a little celebration.

Last month we have gone to Rome on a school trip and whilst we were there Megan had picked up some cheap wine for this very night, (she’s very organised, always plans ahead.)

So, as I was saying, we’d been sitting in Wendy’s room for a little over half an hour drinking our wine. We don’t get the opportunity to drink very often. Even though we’re all eighteen the teachers at our school frown upon this bad habit. This means that when we do drink, it doesn’t take much to get us tipsy! I was already beginning to feel a little fuzzy after only half an hour! Our conversation had turned to boys, as is only to be expected in an all girls’ school!!!

Wendy was telling Megan and I about her latest boyfriend back home. She was always telling us stories about what she got up to with them during the holidays. Of course we believed her, what would be the point in lying? Every term she’d come back with more stories about a different guy. She was very mature and confident when it came to sex. Well, she’d had enough practice hadn’t she!!!

Megan had also had sex. Although she had been seeing the same boy for over two years now. Simon. He sounded nice enough. She was obviously crazy about him.

What about me? Well, I’m a virgin. I’ve never even had a boyfriend. I let Peter Craven kiss me on the mouth once but that was about it. He tried to touch me “down there” but I wouldn’t let him. I was only fifteen!!!!! I get teased sometimes about still being a virgin. Megan’s not too bad; it’s Wendy that does it the most. I don’t mind though, they’re still my best friends.

Anyway, sorry, I keep doing that don’t I? I keep wandering off the subject.

“So you let him do that to you? Right there in the woods?” Megan gasped, “What if someone would have seen?”

“That was half the fun!” Wendy shrieked

I was reaching for the wine bottle, happily listening to them when Wendy started,

“So Abby. Are you going to get yourself a boyfriend this summer or what? You can’t go to university a virgin!”

“Shurrup Wendy” I slurred, shoving her playfully. Megan giggled into her glass and I reached for the next bottle.

“No, I’m serious Abby. Hey Megan,” Megan looked up grinning, “I’ll bet Abby gets herself off every night! Being that sexually frustrated! What do you use Abs? Do you steal a cucumber from the kitchen, or do you use the end of a hairbrush?” Both of them were rolling about the floor laughing hysterically. I meanwhile could feel my face burning I embarrassment. I did masturbate but no more than anyone else though. But then I started to think. Maybe I did do it more than you should. What if I was addicted? I normally did it at least three times a week. Could you become addicted to masturbation???

“Have you ever came?” Wendy asked.

“What?”

“Orgasm. Have you ever had an orgasm?”

“Umm, kaynarca escort I’m not sure”

Wendy smiled wistfully, “That means you haven’t,” she said.

I was starting to feel pretty drunk, and so I asked Wendy how often she did it.

“Oh I do it at least once a night”

“Really?” I gasped, “Well what do you use?”

“My vibrator dummy!” she cried, and she and Megan creased with laughter again.

Wendy stood up and staggered over to the drawers beside her bed. I heard the drawer opening and closing, and although I couldn’t see what it was she had taken out, I knew it was her vibrator from the way Megan started laughing again. I had never seen a vibrator before, and when she turned around my mouth fell open,

“Look, she wants it in her mouth” shrieked Megan. Wendy zigzagged over to where I sat cross-legged on the floor and started waving it about in front of my mouth. I was laughing along with them now, but having it brush against my lips had turned me on for a moment. It looked like a real penis. I had never seen one in real life before, but I had seen pictures in sex education. I wondered if that’s what it felt like to have a man’s penis against my mouth.

“Aaah but that’s not where it’s meant to go is it Megan! Have you ever used a dildo before Abs?”

I tried not to blush as I told them that no I had not.

“So what do you use?” Asked Megan. The laughing had stopped now and they were both looking at me intently.

I stammered and told them that I had only ever used my fingers. I saw a look pass between them, and then Wendy said,

“Abby, you don’t know what you’re missing! You can borrow it if you want, but you have to use it right now!” I was stunned. This was shocking even by Wendy’s standards! She wanted me to masturbate in front of both of them!! I couldn’t do that. I giggled nervously and said I would pass on her offer.

“Why? Is it because you’re embarrassed that we’d be watching or is it because you don’t know how to use one?” Megan’s question took me by surprise. She must have been drunk. This was definitely not normal behaviour from Megan. I told them that it was probably a little of both.

“Well, I know how to solve both these problems” said Wendy, and I noticed that she had slid round so that she was sitting next to Megan on the floor. “How?” I asked. Megan reached forward and filled my glass with more wine. Then she looked at me and said, Wendy can use it on me. That way I’m doing it in front of you both, and you’ll see how to use it at the same time”.

I stared at her waiting for them both to start laughing, one big joke. But neither of them did. They just smiled at me, then at each other, but I knew they must have been joking around. So I decided to play them at their own game for a change. “Alright then, do it”. I said firmly. I saw Megan look at Wendy. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips in a movement so small I would have missed it, had I not been watching so intensely.

Megan stood up. We were all still in our school uniforms. They weren’t exactly flattering. Grey pleated skirts, with white shirts and blazers. But it never bothered us, since everyone had to wear them so we all look as frumpy as each other.

As I was saying. Megan had stood up and took off her blazer. Wendy did küçükyalı escort the same. Then they both moved over to the single bed that sat in the corner of the room. Megan lay down on her back and bent her legs, like a woman in labour.

I watched, mesmerised as Wendy pushed her skirt up over her knees. I gulped some more of my wine. Megan looked so weird lying on the bed with her shoes on and her white socks pulled up to her knees, and her skirt up ruffled round her waist.

I could see her white pants, and although I’d seen both my friends in their underwear before, I kept feeling like I should have looked away. I felt dirty and naughty. But still I kept staring. Eyes wide, mouth agape.

Then Wendy laid her hand on Megan’s tummy. She slowly slid her hand down over Megan’s pants and touched her where Peter Craven had wanted to touch me all those years ago. I giggled. I couldn’t help it! I was really nervous, and I was starting to feel properly drunk. I covered my mouth with my hand so I wouldn’t annoy either of them but when Megan turned her head and looked at me I knew she wasn’t angry. Her cheeks were all pink, like she’d just come out of gym class, and she sounded out of breath, but I didn’t understand why since she wasn’t doing anything, she had just been lying there!

“Why don’t you come closer Abby?” She whispered it. Again I thought this was a bit odd, since there was only the three of us in the room.

But I was intrigued, so I waddled over on my knees to the side of the bed next to her.

“No, sit down next to Wendy. You won’t be able to see from up here.”

I moved like she said down next to Wendy. There wasn’t room on the bed, so I knelt on the floor. I felt Megan reach for my hand and hold it tightly.

“Now watch.” Wendy commanded.

“The first thing to do is to get yourself really worked up using your fingers.”

I watched, no longer embarrassed as Wendy started rubbing Megan’s knickers. I could see a wet patch forming on them. Wendy stopped and looked at me. “See this wet patch?” she asked as she starting concentrating on it prodding it slowly and gently. “This shows how horny Megan’s getting.” I heard Megan moan gently as I saw Wendy’s finger slip inside her pants. I could only assume that Wendy’s finger was inside Megan now. Megan was really starting to squeeze my hand now, so much so that it was starting to hurt a little. “Ouch! Megan not so tight!” I yelped. She didn’t answer, but she let go of my hand.

“Wendy?” I asked timidly. “What?” “Could you take her pants off so I can see properly?”

Wendy laughed, “Quite the randy little vixen aren’t you!” But she pulled off Megan’s pants straight away. I had never seen a girl’s bits before. I had tried to look at my own in a mirror once but I’d almost hurt myself when I lost my balance and fell over. I was quite surprised at how turned on I got. Megan was a brunette, so I could see her pubic hair really easily. She was pretty hairy but I could still see her lips. They were really swollen. Her pubic hair was slick and wet. She must have been really horny!

“Now obviously you couldn’t do this yourself,” said Wendy. I wondered what she was going to do; she was moving her head towards Megan’s vagina. Whatever it was Megan liked it because she cried out loud! I hadn’t even noticed sancaktepe escort that Megan had undone her blouse, but she must have because she now took my hand and put it on her breast!

With her hand on mine, she made me squeeze it softly, then rougher. Then she cried out and moaned at me to squeeze her nipple. So I did. I was so hot now and I was sure my pants were as wet if not wetter than Megan’s had been!

I slid my hand underneath my knickers and started to rub my clitoris.

Wendy must have raised her head and watched me because I heard her say so gently, “That’s right baby, play with yourself.” I looked up at her. I didn’t feel embarrassed any more. So I sat up on my knees and leaned over Megan’s head.

“Are you rubbing your hard little clit?” She moaned. I didn’t answer, I just had this urge to kiss her. So I did. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me too, but se responded almost immediately placing her hand on the back of my head she pulled me hard against her mouth and pushed her tongue into mine. But I had to stop. A buzzing noise had started. I looked up to see Wendy sliding the dildo up and down between Megan’s legs with one hand.

“Oh god!” Megan cried! “Come up here! I want to eat your pussy while you fuck me with your dildo!”

I assumed she was crying out to Wendy. Which she was. Wendy switched the vibrator off and stood up. I didn’t know what to do so I just sat and watched Wendy get undressed. I’m not surprised Wendy always had lots of boyfriends. She had an amazing figure! And really big boobs.

She looked over at me and told me to get undressed to. So I did. Megan was playing with herself on the bed whilst we did this. Having them both watch me undress was really erotic.

Once Wendy was naked she climbed above Megan’s face. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do. But then I saw her put her pussy above Megan’s face and I saw Megan stick her tongue out. Then Wendy lowered herself onto it! I watched Wendy’s face contort in what I imagined what pleasure. I was definitely enjoying myself! I had starting playing with my clit again. My fingers were really wet and every movement sent a tingle through my body.

Wendy was bouncing up and down on Megan’s tongue now.

“Holy shit! That’s it, tongue me! Lick my pussy!”

I couldn’t believe the words they were both using!

“Abby” Wendy panted, still bobbing up and down “Come and kneel in front of me so you can watch me fuck this dirty little bitch with my big fat cock!” I went and knelt on the bed between Megan’s legs and watched as Wendy pushed the dildo into her. Megan screamed! She actually screamed!! And she kept on screaming. I assumed that this must be an orgasm!

“You like that baby!” yelled Wendy. She had stopped bobbing now. “Yes!” cried Megan, “Lick me, suck my cum!” So Wendy bend her head and I could see her mouth covering Megan’s soaking pussy. I moved round the other end so I could watch Megan’s face, but I think I was too late. Because she was licking Wendy’s pussy. Or so I thought! Then I noticed that she was actually sticking her tongue in Wendy’s ass!!!

That really shocked me! But not for long, because then Megan looked at me and told me to sit where I had seen Wendy sit! I was really excited! So I did exactly as I had seen Wendy do. Wendy had turned round too and she started to kiss my neck. I felt her hands touch my boobs and felt a tremor run through my clitoris. Just as I sat there, crouched over Megan’s face, with Wendy’s hands roaming all over my body, waiting for the first touch of something other than my own fingers on me the door opened!

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Road Side Assistance Pt. 02

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Still, dazed and confused decided it would be best to head back home. By the time I would get to the nursing home to see my mother, I would have to turn right around and head back. I would need to stop somewhere and clean myself up. I can’t remember the last time I shot a load with that much force. It was hard to tell where it all landed using a rear view mirror to find it.

I had about an 8th of a tank, which was probably not enough to get me to the rest stop, that would be the most discrete. I stopped at the first gas station I passed on the way home. I parked near the door, and did a quick pat down and did not feel any undetected cum spots on my shirt. I walked quickly to the bathroom and used some wet paper towels to dab the cum remnants off my shirt and pants.

As I drove home, I played over and over in my head, how easily I surrendered myself to his big black cock. I didn’t care about anything but servicing his dick. It was like a bad dream, but the taste of his cum lingered in my mouth, confirming it was not a dream. I popped in a piece of gum to get rid of the taste in hopes of forgetting how I lost control.

When I got home my wife Sue was happy to see me and gave me a big kiss and hug. “I am so glad you had triple A; I’m not sure I would have known how to find you. That nice Mr. Reeves must have really gone above and beyond to make you want to send a thank you. Not sure I ever remember you sending one to anyone who did work for us,” she said smiling.

She handed me a thank you card she had in her collection. I could not believe the irony of the card:

“Thank you so much for helping me out when I needed it

You are a rare kind of generous

I have a hard time putting into words how grateful I am

Thanks for spreading your seeds of generosity

“That’s a good one,” I said setting it on the counter next to my keys. “I’ll send it out tomorrow from work, right now I am kind of beat. Can we go to bed now?”

“Sure,” she said yawning. “I’m a bit tired myself.”

Sue dosed off, while I lie awake thinking about how I lost myself in the smell of his manliness. I kept reliving the warmth and weight of his sweaty cock. My own dick was hard again. I would never sleep like this. So I got up and went to the bathroom and jacked myself off almost tasting his hot jizz in my mouth as I came in the toilet. My orgasm did take the edge off and allowed me to get to sleep.

The next day I went to work early and kept myself busy so I could do my best to get back to a semblance of normalcy. I managed to keep my focus for the most part, but my mind did wonder back to the previous evening. My wife got to experience some increased libido that week. I found that if I kept the edge off by having sex with her or taking care of myself, it helped to keep my mind from obsessing about having his meaty dick in my mouth.

By Friday night I was beginning to feel like things could get back to normal. I was feeling more myself and after taking my wife to dinner and drinking some good wine, we had a great love making session. Finished of by a pounding, doggie style, that brought back some memories.

After almost 20 years of marriage the days of doggin it were pretty rare. After having our usual missionary style love making, we continued to kiss and caress, and my cock raised again. I delivered a world class back rub, relaxing her completely as I worked down to her still nice ass. I knelt between her legs and kneaded her ass, sliding my hand between her cheeks and on to her wet pussy. As my fingers slid in it was apparent she was ready to go for round 2. I raised up and lay my erection in her ass crack and leaned forward kissing her neck and shoulders. I slowly worked my way down raising back up and gripping her hips pulling her onto her knees. As she rose onto all fours I slid my cock into her hot wetness, enjoying her moan of satisfaction as I filled her up.

Standing my body straight up, I gripped her hips and pulled her toward me as I thrust my pelvis against her round ass. As I pounded her wet pussy I was amazed how great her ass still looked bouncing off me. She buried her face in the pillow not faking an orgasm tonight that’s for sure. Seeing her cum so strongly made me feel more manly than I had for some time. I pounded her watching the wave of energy jiggle her ass each time.

As I reached my own powerful climax I grunted, “Oh fuck!, Oh fuck!, I’m cumming.”

Sue pushed back on me nodding into the pillow and chanting, ” Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,” as I shot my second load into her steaming pussy.

As our passion subsided, she collapsed on our king bed, legs spread on her stomach. I settled in between her legs face on her ass, using it as a warm pillow. I thought I heard my phone ding with a text as I thought, “Hell no, no work texts tonight,” and dozed off on my wife’s ass.

I woke up Saturday, took a shower and checked my cell phone. There was a text. I opened it up and my heart stopped.

HOW’S MY COCKSUCKER? GOT YOUR THANK YOU CARD. GOT SOME MORE bağdatcaddesi escort SEEDS TO SPREAD. GLAD TO SEE YOUR WIFE THANKED ME TOO.

I deleted it immediately and cleared my history. What did he mean “your wife thanked me too?” Was he spying on us last night? Then it occurred to me, I never sent the thank you. Sue must have sent it. What could she have written in the card?

“Honey,” I yelled. “Have you seen that thank you card for the tow truck guy?”

“I saw you forgot it Monday so I signed it and sent it out for you,” she said smiling.

“Oh good, thanks. Did you add a note?” I asked, hoping not.

“I just told him, that such good customer service was hard to come by these days. And I told him you were very grateful and not to hesitate to ask if he ever needed anything.” she replied. “I signed it from Marty and Sue Davis.

“Great! Thanks!” I said.

“Well I guess no worries he may take that the wrong way” I thought sarcastically to myself. Now his text made perfect sense. My wife went grocery shopping as I watched some football and tried not think about the text.

Ding, another text.

READY FOR SOME MORE CUSTOMER SERVICE. IT’S “HARD” TO “CUM BUY”…REALLY SUBTLE. SAME TIME SAME PLACE THIS SUNDAY?

I wrote back quickly: I DID NOT SEND THE CARD. PLEASE STOP TEXTING.

I hoped this would end it but somehow knew I would never be so lucky.

Ding: ARE YOU SURE?

Ding:

It was a picture of his hard dick fully exposed

Ding: YOU NEVER GOT TO LICK MY SWEATY BALLS MARTY. I WILL BE WORKING A FULL SHIFT AGAIN SUNDAY…SAME TIME SAME PLACE?

I wrote back again: STOP TEXTING ME.

I looked at the picture and it did occur to me I did not see his balls during our first encounter. His sack was large, round and tight to his cock. I could not really tell there were 2 testicles in there. It almost looked perfectly round like a balloon. It looked pretty well hairless, but looking closely I could see a couple of curly black hairs scattered about it. I was slapped back to reality.

Ding: IF I DON’T GET A YES IN 5 MINUTES THE PRICE WILL GO UP. NO YES IN 2 HOURS I MOVE ON AND THE DOOR IS CLOSED FOR GOOD.

I wrote back: HAVE A NICE LIFE!

I tried to watch football and hope the 2 hours would erase him from my life and let me get back to normal. After about 15 minutes..

Ding: 1 HOUR AND 45 MINUTES TO GO AND NOW YOU WILL HAVE TO SUCK MY FRIEND BEN’S COCK TOO.

There was a picture of another hard-on. It was a bit fatter and a bit lighter shade of black. It had a pronounced ridge that ran from the his balls to the cleft of the head. The head had a less pronounced ridge and was shorter and fatter than Robert’s. His testicles hung down and were distinctly separate. His sack looked completely hairless and his bushed was shaved very short. It was difficult to judge its length from the close up but It would be a good bet it was a lot bigger than mine.

I tried to focus on football, but I found myself staring at the pictures and comparing them. I remembered the feel of his meat in my mouth, the scent, the taste…

I had to stop this. I sent him another text.

I’M MARRIED…PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE.

Ding: How many times did you fuck your wife this week?

Send: 4

Ding: HOW MANY TIMES IN THE LAST 2 MONTHS?

Send: 1

Ding: SUCKING MY COCK IS AN APHRODISIAC TO MIDDLE AGED WHITE GUYS. YOUR WIFE WILL THANK YOU FOR IT. WITH BEN’S CUM YOU WILL BE FUCKING SUPERMAN.

My cock tingling, my mind swirled as I hit send: YES

DING: I’M FEELING THAT MOUTH ALREADY COCKSUCKER. BE AT THE REST STOP 10 MILES SOUTH OF OUR GAS STATION AT 5:30 TOMORROW. BEN WILL BE IN AN 18 WHEELER WITH A YELLOW TRACTOR AND A LIGHT GREEN TRAILER. YOU CAN’T MISS IT. TELL HIM YOUR HIS COCKSUCKER AND DO WHAT HE SAYS. BY THE WAY, I TOLD HIM HOW YOU LIKE TO JACK OFF, SO YOU WILL NEED TO MAKE YOURSELF CUM FOR HIM.

Ding: SEE YOU AT OUR SPOT AT 6:30. TEXT ME IF YOU WILL BE LATE.

Send: OK

Ding: SHOULD I SHOWER AFTER WORK BEFORE I CUM IN YOU MOUTH?

Send: NO

Ding: AU NATURAL…I LIKE YOUR STYLE COCK SUCKER.

SUNDAY:

I pulled into the rest stop in a daze, with my dick half hard and oozing pre-cum. I could hardly come to grips with what I was doing. I took a last look at the picture of Ben’s cock, imagining what it might feel like in my hands, feeling it grow hard. My balls were tingling and pulsing in my pants, driving me on toward my prize.

I walked toward the yellow truck, it was easy to find. The engine was running but no one was in the cab. I knocked on the door and waited. I heard a voice from inside.

“Your early,” the voice said

He popped out of the sleep chamber of the truck. He had short hair and a thinner build than Robert. He wore a white T-shirt with an unbuttoned flannel. He opened the door and looked down at me.

“Who are you?” he asked

“Mar…Your cocksucker,” I stuttered realizing the correct answer.

“Nice,” beykoz escort he said grinning. Go to the last stall in the back of the Men’s room, take off your pants and underwear and I will be there in one minute.”

A public bathroom?..I thought about protesting but needed to feel him in my mouth. “OK,” I said actually smiling at the thought of what was coming. My heart rate increased as I approached the rest room. Thank goodness it was empty and traffic was light on a fall Sunday evening.

I took my pants off and hung them on the hook on the door so they would not be visible on the floor. Not that my socked feet wouldn’t draw a strange look, so I put my shoes back on. My dick stiffened and I heard the door open and a pair of work boots walking in as I peaked under the stall walls. As they approached, I could hardly breath. The door jerked open and he stood before me smiling. I did not care that I was sitting on the toilet with no pants or underwear with my boner hanging out for the world to see.

“Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”, he said

He stepped closer positioning himself between my legs and unbuckled his belt. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick black cock. I reached for it needing to touch it.

“Not so fast,” he snapped, slapping me back to reality. You need to savor a beauty like this. I want you to jack off for me, telling me how much you want it.”

He pulled his pants down to his knees giving me full view of his 8″+ cock, pointing forward and arching slightly toward the floor, not fully erect, but growing. He stroked it a couple of times pointing it toward my face. I looked at his balls dangling like in the photo, distinctly separated, perfect for taking one at time in my mouth.

“You should probably pick your feet up in case someone comes in,” he said breaking my trance on his juicy tool.

I was already stroking my self as I snapped back into the real world. I looked for something to support my feet, and decided to just put them straight our straddling him and bracing them on the door frame. This leaned my head back to counter balance exposing my dick for him as I stroked, focusing back on his oozing cock.

“Tell me what you want cocksucker,” he said looking down at me

“I want to taste you fat dick. Please let me feel that hot meat in my mouth. (stroking faster) I want your cum in my mouth please. (moaning and breathing harder) I want to make you cum…Oh fuck I’m cumming! (he put his finger over his mouth to quiet me) Uh, uh, uh,” I whispered through gritted teeth shooting my load all over my button down shirt.

Shit! Why did I leave my shirt on and buttoned. Shooting my load lifted the fog a bit as I realized how dangerous this is. If we got caught, I could go to jail. How would I explain that to my wife?

“You are a committed cocksucker,” he said smiling and waving his dick at me. Time to get to work.

He stepped as close as he could, and I raised my torso to meet him. I could not comfortably service his cock with my feet pressed to the stall walls so I dropped them to the floor not caring if anyone saw. I only knew that cock was calling me. I was seated too high to get the access I really wanted. I needed to lick his balls and take them in my mouth, so I tilted my head sideways and griped his shaft gently. Leaning down as low as I could, I extended my tongue to lick the right side of his ball sack. His moan of approval was like adrenaline through my body.

I wanted to drop to me knees and get lower to have better access but it was not enough. I looked up to him and pushed him into the corner of the stall dropping to my knees.

“Please I need to lick you balls,” I begged, sliding my knees between his legs and resting my ass on my heals.

This got me low enough to lick them from underneath, swirling my tongue all around them. They were so warm and soft. I gently opened my mouth wide to allow his right ball into my mouth, tickling it with my tongue. He moaned softly as I switched to the left. They filled my mouth so nicely, I did not want to stop. He did not seem to mind so I took turns on them.

I was vaguely aware of the door opening but kept working his balls quietly. I glanced up at him and he put his hand over his mouth to keep quiet as I licked around the top of his balls and around the base of his pole. It was heavy and thick in my hand and I could not get my fingers around it. The toilet flushed and the person walked out without washing his hands. ‘How unsanitary,’ I thought, licking this strangers balls.

I licked the ridge I had seen in the photo up the right side of his cock, and on the left side on the way down to his balls.

“You sure enjoy your work cocksucker,” he said sighing with pleasure. “You know how to make an event of it.”

I took a big lick from his lower balls, slowly up his shaft stopping and starting as I worked toward his head. As I reached his head I could taste his pre-cum and sucked his head in my mouth, lapping caddebostan escort it up with my tongue.

“God damn cocksucker. That feels fucking good,” he said gripping my head to make sure I did not pull off.

Pulling off was not what I had in mind. His girth was magnificent. It was all I could do to take 6 inches in my mouth and no chance of deep throating that monster. Now up on my knees, I cupped his balls gently with my left hand and stoked the base of his shaft in my right, while I worked his hot thick pole with my mouth, never letting my tongue stop moving.

He wiggled and grunted as I bobbed my head faster and faster waiting for his hot load.

“Oh yeah, you ready for it c, c, cocksucker? It’s gonna blow.”, he groaned, leaning his head back.

The door to the restroom opened as he was on the verge. The distraction, seemed to back him off, but I needed his cum, so I worked him that much harder and he tensed as his first shot ejected into my waiting mouth. I nodded my approval as he released in my hungry mouth. He was amazingly quiet as his balls convulsed filling my mouth with his hot juice. I sucked and swallow every drop I could, but his fat cock was such a mouth full it was hard not to let some leak out. My mouth was pumping out saliva like crazy as it filled me completely.

As he pushed into me his last shot of cum drenched my tongue. I sucked and pumped his softening dick to milk it for him. When he finished he pulled out without making a sound. The toilet flushed and the person went to the sink and washed their hands. Then we heard the door close and Ben, put his dick away, pulled up his pants and said.

“Good work cocksucker, you are gonna work out. Can’t wait till Robert turns you out. I’ll be in touch.”

He slipped out the door leaving me half naked and half covered in cum. I got my pants on and dabbed as much cum as I could with the toilet paper. After cleaning up with the help of the mirror, I looked at my watch and decided I better get going or I would be late for my next appointment.

As I walked out of the restroom, a 30 something white guy came up to me and handed me a piece of paper and said, “Please text me the next time you are working this rest stop, I want some of that action.” He lingered for a second hoping I would stop him and service him now. I put the paper in my pocket and walked to the car. (Why did I put the number in my pocket?!)

Send: ON MY WAY

I drove on to “our spot”.

As I pulled into the empty gas station, I saw his wrecker truck in the parking lot. I rolled my car into the spot beside the building nose to the dumpster, my tell tale cock busting to get out as I recalled the sensation of my first encounter with cock. Still tasting the cum of my last stop, I could not wait for more.

He cranked over the diesel engine in his wrecker and pulled in behind me blocking the view of my car from the road. The building on the right, dumpster in the front, and 8ft. solid fence to the left made for great privacy. He turned the engine off and walked toward my window. I could see a bulge in his pants and longed to “free the beast” again. He walked up and looked down at me from beside the car.

“Hey Marty, glad you could make it. I heard you took it like a trooper. Ben says you took to his cock like a bee to honey. I feel a little like sloppy seconds but a mouth is

a mouth they don’t really stretch out like your asshole will. Are you ready to be my cocksucker Marty?” He said smiling

‘Like my asshole will?’ I thought, ‘hell no!’

“Yes, I’m ready to suck you off. Can I please pull it out?” I asked feeling my throat tighten a little in anticipation of seeing his magnificent tool. I swallowed hard as my testicle stirred and I my respiration accelerated rapidly.

“Go ahead cocksucker. Enjoy, I know I will,” he said stepping forward and pressing his pelvis in my window. “The coast is clear.”

It was still more exciting just seeing his pelvis and having my way with him without him seeing me.

I reached out and unbuckled his belt. I unhooked his grey work pants and pulled his zipper down. I needed access to his balls this time, so as I spread his front flaps apart to access his amazing cock, I grabbed his waist band at the side of his hips, lunged out the window and yanked his pants down, pushing them to his knees. His 10 inch cock touching my cheek, was like a heating pad against my skin.

“Whoa! Easy there Marty. We are in public,” He said stepping back an grabbing his pants.

“Please, I need to lick your ball,” I said pleading.

“I knew you’d like that! Have at it cocksucker,” he said stepping back in. gripping his pants in case we were disturbed.

It hung in my face half hard and glistening on the tip. I leaned in extending my tongue, lifting the head and tasting his hot sweaty rod. I opened my mouth and took in his head and needed to see how much I could get in my mouth before he got fully hard. I pushed forward trying to touch his balls with my lips with his meat in my mouth. I pushed and wiggled and barely touched his ball. I sucked harder and slowly pulled out stretching his dick as I sucked and pulled. It made it to 12 inches as I stretched it out. I began to work it back in when he reached in with on hand an gripped my head pulling me off.

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This is a long, character-driven story. The sex begins around the last five pages or so– if that’s what you’re here for. I’d like to think that the rest of it is somewhat worth reading.

Notes & constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.

— Leon xx

*****

“FUCK!”

I slammed my fist down on the island, tears burning in my eyes. I was still standing there in my kitchen, half-dressed and holding a carton of orange juice, just as I had been when I’d answered the call.

“Matty, sweetheart–”

“When was this?! God DAMN it, Phoebe!”

There was a pause on the other line of the end. I sucked in a deep breath to shout again, but Phoebe must have heard me, because she quickly began to speak before I could start up again.

“A little over three hours ago. A drunk knifed him behind some diner. The owners said he’d been around for a while… said they’d been trying to feed him real meals but he’d only ever take the day’s leftovers.”

I heard a choked sob on Phoebe’s end and felt a stab of– fuck. A stab of guilt. Of all the fucking choices of words.

“I’m sorry, Phoebe. I’ll be right there.”

I ended the call and sank to the floor. My tears flowed freely, but I was silent, barely a change in my breathing. Noah had been one of our youngest residents. I knew that we couldn’t keep him, Hell, none of the minors weren’t even supposed to be with us, but I never should’ve let him go alone.

I punched the floor, waiting for the familiar cracking of bone against tile, the stinging reopening of skin. My left hand was virtually useless at this point; in the two years I’d been working with the network, there had been thr– four deaths, and I had a fracture in my hand to show for each one. The last one had been recent enough that my skin was still wrinkled and loose from the scars.

I grabbed the lip of the counter with my good hand and pulled myself up. I rinsed the blood from my knuckles and wrapped the hand in a paper towel. I began a script for the phone call to his host family in my head, not yet ready to think about the script that I’d be writing for a few days later. Noah would’ve wanted Phoebe to write it, but I knew she wouldn’t be able to. And, hey, funerals are for the living.

******

“Noah found Silver River the way most of us here found it: through a queer homeless friend of a queer homeless friend of a queer homeless friend. He joined the way most of us here joined: angry, lonely, and scared. But Noah didn’t live the way most of us here did. Noah lived so that all of us here could. He lived to earn his place in the network. He lived to help everyone in his home feel safe, comfortable, and happy. He lived to help everyone in our family feel proud. He was constantly asking how he could lighten the workload, what errands he could run, what busywork he could do. Noah couldn’t believe that his presence alone was enough for us; in the end, that is why he left. The work that we do here is invaluable; I know that, Phoebe knows that, and every one of your hosts know that. Noah knew that. But you all are invaluable as well. You all are the reason that we’re here: because you are worthy of having a home; you are worthy of having a chance. Noah was worthy of having a chance. And all I ask of you now, Noah, is that you look down and see that you are worthy. That you earned your spot here, and that Silver River is eternally blessed to have known you.”

I stepped down from the makeshift stage, my arms shaking, and Phoebe caught me just before I fell to the ground. I gripped her shoulder and thanked her with a weak smile. She kissed my cheek and we held hands, looking out over the thirty-odd kids and adults before us. Some sat; some kneeled. Some wore all black; some wore rainbow; Noah’s family wore blue, his favorite color and the color of his striking, ever-twinkling eyes. We all lit our candles, Phoebe holding mine so that I could use my good hand, and we said goodbye.

******

“Phoeeebss!” I shouted into the phone. “Youuuuuu are not being helpful! Pick up your phone!”

I snorted as I hung up the phone. I knew that she was seeing my calls just like she knew that I was drunk just like I knew that she wasn’t picking up my calls because she knew that I was drunk. I didn’t even really want to talk to her; I just figured she’d think I got murdered if I didn’t spend my night off leaving her drunk messages. Two months since Noah had died and she still hadn’t asked me when this bullshit was gonna be over. God, she was a good friend. Or she was an enabler. Either way, she was the best.

“Hey. Christopher Sly, bar’s closing.”

“Is that from Shakespeare?” I slurred, a smile spreading, or maybe remaining, across my face. I looked up, expecting to see the boring, straight as a hockey fan bartender who usually came to berate me at closing time when I saw the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life. That may have been/probably was a boozed-up hyperbole, but he was definitely beautiful to some acıbadem escort capacity. He had dark, dark brown chin-length waves and broad shoulders, which I loved. He was tan, almost certainly too tan to be white, or a WASP, or whatever; his skin was a beautiful reddish golden brown. He grinned at me, looking kind of curious, kind of amused– a nice deviation from the usual bartender’s look of disinterest and impatience.

“Do you have a way to get home that doesn’t involve you behind the wheel?”

A rather stupid question, I thought, for the 21st century, especially considering that he had just seen me using my phone. But I just altered my smile to something sugary-sweet and replied, “No, but I have a way to your place that involves you behind me.”

He choked a little, causing us both to laugh. He cleared his throat and patted my shoulder.

“I’ll call you a cab, alright?”

I smiled at him, more genuinely this time, but just as sweet.

“You’re new here,” I said, and then cut him off as he started to respond, “and I know first of all because you have not yet learned to detach from the well-being of your patrons, and second of all because I definitely would’ve noticed that tight ass before.”

He didn’t choke this time, merely rolled his eyes.

“You’re very eloquent for a tankard.”

“I’m not a– (hic) — tankard.”

He smiled, and suddenly I was moving, he was touching my shoulders and walking me somewhere someplace but I didn’t care because he was warm and he smelled like soap and I wanted him to smell like sex.

“Where do you live?” he asked, pulling out his phone, and I pouted. Were we outside?

“It’s cold,” I whined, and a smile flickered across his lips. I wanted it to stay.

“You’ll be in a cab soon,” he replied. He looked up from his phone. “Where do yo–”

“Are you British?” I asked, suddenly registering the unfamiliar tune to his voice. He began to laugh hysterically.

“How drunk are you, mate?” he asked, still laughing and wiping a tear from his eye.

I giggled. “Mate,” I mumbled. “How very British indeed.” Then I straightened up. “What if I pass out in the cab?” I asked sternly. “What if he kicks me out because I throw up or I can’t pay?”

The pretty new man sighed. I batted my eyes and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he stumbled back.

“Why would you do that to me, Petruchio?”

He looked at me with a wide smile of disbelief. “Petruchio,” he repeated slowly.

“The Taming of the Shrew,” I mumbled happily, and I pushed up onto my toes to kiss him.

“Woah, woah, no way,” he said firmly, pushing me off of him. He kept an arm on me just long enough to steady me and then pulled away from me like I was a leper. “I’ll drive you home, alright?”

I smiled and nodded.

You don’t invite lepers into your car.

******

“So what were you celebrating, Christopher Sly?”

I frowned at the question.

“I was alone,” I said. “Clearly forgetting, not celebrating.”

He was quiet.

“Aren’t you going to ask what I was forgetting?”

He blushed and bit his lip. Mm, I wanted to bite that lip. I re-realized how sexy this man was, how tall and lean and rough. I reached out to touch his stubble and he shrugged me away.

“Don’t do that.”

I sighed and turned away.

“I was forgetting a dead person, you know.” I immediately felt sick after saying it. I was an asshole, I was such a sick asshole, Noah wasn’t someone for me to bring up just to get some hot bartender’s attention. “Never mind. That wasn’t… that wasn’t right. Never mind.”

I drew my knees to my chest and leaned against the window.

“Do you read a lot of Shakespeare, Christopher Sly?”

I blinked and looked over, wondering if he’d even heard anything I’d said. He was focused on the road, but when he saw me looking he glanced and gave a small smile. Fuck. Oh, fuck, he was so charming. Was it the accent? His smile seemed British. How long have I been thinking about this? I should probably answer. He asked something about reading, I think?

“Yeah, I read. I mean, I used to. Not a lot of time for reading anymore.” I yawned. “I work a lot.”

“What do you do?”

I paused. There were a lot of honest answers to that question, too many for my drunk mind to sift through at that point.

“Accounting,” I settled on. Accountant by day, homo by night, I thought to myself, smiling. That was Phoebe’s favorite.

“Sounds… lucrative?”

I laughed.

“It’s a goddamn goldmine, can’t you tell?” I said, gesturing to my crumbling old apartment building as the car slowed to a stop. He grinned.

“Maybe if you spent a little less time at bars…”

I stuck my tongue out at him. “That’s not all there is to me, Petruchio. Who’s a real dick in that play, by the way.”

He laughed, and I felt pleased to have made him laugh so heartily. He really was cute. I gave him a quick atalar escort peck on the cheek before he could protest.

“I’m gonna fuck you, you know,” I whispered into his ear, and I could’ve sworn I felt him shiver. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Christopher Sly,” he replied quietly, and I slipped out of his car and stumbled away. I looked back and saw him pretending not to watch me. He really is cute, I thought.

******

“How many drunk voicemails from the club should I be expecting tonight?”

I groaned and plopped down on the couch next to Phoebe. I made her mute the onslaught of depressing political developments droning over the TV and pulled my legs up onto the couch. I sat criss-cross and turned to face her. She was giggling.

“You always laugh at me when I sit like this,” I grumbled.

“You look like you’re in grade school,” she tittered.

“ANY-way, I will be sending you all of my voicemails from my couch tonight. I humiliated myself in front of a sexy bartender at the only gay club by my place that I don’t hate.”

Phoebe gasped and clapped her hands together. “Sexy bartender?!”

I sighed. “Yeah, he gave me a ride home and everything. And he was British.”

Phoebe threw her hands up in the air. “So what’s the goddamn problem, then?”

I huffed. “Do you even listen to those voicemails, Phoebe? I was a hot mess!”

Phoebe’s head turned with mine as we heard keys jingle and the front door open. Phoebe’s partner, Tali, pushed open the door, encumbered by what looked to be about three weeks worth of groceries.

“Jesus, Tal,” I said, as Phoebe leapt from the couch to help carry the bags.

“Come help us, dickhead!” Tali called cheerfully. She was a sweet little woman with the heart of a saint and the mouth of a sailor. I got up and heaved several of the bags over my shoulders, carefully avoiding putting weight on my injured hand.

“What the fuck is in these?” I asked, wringing my hands after setting them on the counter.

“Oh, that’s all kitty litter. I gave you the heaviest ones,” Tali chirped. I shoved her playfully, causing her tiny frame to teeter dangerously and eliciting a growl from Phoebe.

“Don’t,” Phoebe snapped at me, wrapping her arms around Tali and smooching her on the cheek. I rolled my eyes and began unpacking the groceries. “Matty was just telling me about a sexy British stranger that he met at a bar.” Tali’s eyes lit up, and I shook my head.

“As always, Phoebe is romanticizing. I was drunk and he extended his duties as a bartender to give me a drive home. Probably thought I’d fall down a storm drain, the state I was in.”

Phoebe’s squeal nearly caused me to drop the carton of milk that I was holding and I grabbed my chest in surprise. She seemingly either didn’t notice or didn’t care because she plowed ahead into her next lengthy portion of the conversation.

“You didn’t tell me that he drove you home! Talk about going above and beyond for a customer, oh la la, what a gentleman. What was this British fox’s name?”

I paused and cocked my head. After a moment of thought, I replied, “Petruchio.”

Tali raised an eyebrow. “From Taming of the Shrew?”

I shrugged. “He called me Christopher Sly, you know, the play’s drunk, so I called him Petruchio.”

“I thought the drunk was named Toby.”

“That’s Twelfth Night. Sly is often written out of performances of the Shrew, though, beca–”

Phoebe gave the most melodramatic of groans and threw herself over the counter. “This conversation was supposed to be about SEX,” she cried.

I chuckled as Tali shot me a knowing look and pressed a kiss to the back of Phoebe’s head.

“He called me Christopher Sly so I called him Petruchio. I don’t know his name, and I never will. The end.”

The two girls gave each other a look and then turned to me and scoffed in eerie simultaneity. “Well we’re going back,” Phoebe said incredulously.

******

“So what’s he look like again?” Phoebe asked. I’d given them both about a hundred descriptions from my hazy memory of the man– dark brown waves, broad shoulders, tall. Taller than you? Yeah, much taller than me, but much slimmer. Nice laugh. British. Makes Shakespeare references to drunk strangers.

Still, I relayed all this information, eager for an engaging topic of conversation. I was really hoping to look like I was having fun with my girl friends on a night out rather than skulking around a bar looking for a hot piece I’d nearly puked on.

“So you’re sure he’s a bartender? Not a bouncer or a waiter or anything?” Tali was taking a more practical approach to this.

“Yeah, it’s usually the bartender’s job to round up the sad sacks at the end of the night.”

Tali touched her heart. “Just like Moses out of Egypt,” she crooned.

“Your wedding is going to be so Jewish.” Phoebe rolled her eyes as Tali nodded emphatically. Then I saw him. “Oh, fuck,” I hissed, shrinking down in my aydınlı escort seat

He was a fucking vision, glowing under the lights and dressed to kill, no doubt for those Friday night tips. Sleeveless tee, tight black jeans that hugged his ass like it was their goddamn job. He was working at the other end of the bar, his hair tied back in a small ponytail, revealing his strong neck and a jaw that could cut glass. He was so much– a thousand times more than I’d remembered, and I wondered for a moment if I’d clocked the wrong guy until I heard his laugh above the roar. That I remembered for sure. I felt a pang of something acidic and unwelcome as I saw him direct that laugh at some random liquored-up cub. I turned back to my friends.

“Can we just go, you guys? This is too weird.”

“God, Matt, look at him,” Tali breathed, and Phoebe smacked her.

“Fucking bi women,” Phoebe grumbled, and Tali opened her mouth for a no-doubt scathing reply (this was a point of frequent conflict between them, and it was frankly growing tedious) but I interrupted.

“Yeah, if I had remembered that he was that fucking sexy, I wouldn’t have agreed to this. So let’s go,” I said, wrapping my arms around them and attempting to usher them out the door.

Phoebe yelled “Barkeep!” over my shoulder and I nearly tackled her to the ground. Luckily, the bartender who was actually working on our side came to her aide. He glanced over at me and smiled.

“Hey, you actually brought people this time,” he said, chuckling, and I buried my face in my hands.

“Oh, God, Matty, you really do come here a lot,” Phoebe said, her tone half-worried, half-amused.

“You know, babe, I think our resident Brit was asking about you.” I looked up with an expression that made the bartender burst out laughing. “Lemme send him over,” he said with a wink and twirled away before I could protest. Or think about protesting. Would I have protested? He was asking about me. I turned to Phoebe and Tali with a look of excitement and terror that they returned twofold. Then a more smug excitement overtook their faces as their gaze landed over my shoulder and I froze.

“Christopher Sly.”

That fucking voice. I turned around to face a whiff of his silky, soapy scent and wanted to jump over the bar right then. I forced myself to think of my previous humiliations in order to ground myself in the gravity of this interaction.

“Petruchio. I heard you were asking about me,” I replied smoothly, grappling to regain some semblance of power in this dynamic. It was power easily won, evidently, as he turned a shade of pink different from the sweaty flush he’d been wearing before. He went to tuck his hair behind his ear, forgetting that it was tied up.

“Well, you could barely walk when I dropped you off. I was hoping someone had seen you alive.”

There went my upper hand. Phoebe snickered behind me, and I shot her a glare that only worsened her laughing. I sighed and faced my mystery Brit.

“These are my friends Phoebe and Tali. They are the reason that I’m here.”

He gave them a wave accompanied with a cute little smile that made all three of us melt. He turned back to me and I tried to refreeze.

“You didn’t want to come back and face me?” he asked sweetly. I opened my mouth to answer when he turned away, over his shoulder, apparently being called back by a coworker. He grabbed a napkin, fished a pen from his back pocket, and scribbled down his number.

“I’m off at one tonight,” he said with a smirk. “If you’re in the neighborhood.”

And then he was gone, dancing away, moving like water, or syrup, or something fluid but entirely its own.

“Wow, he is way out of your league,” Phoebe said flatly, and, for the life of me, I just wanted to tackle her to the goddamn floor.

******

“Well, you won’t be getting a ride with us!”

That was the response Tali and Phoebe had given me that night when I told them I might just head home. They were right to push me, and I knew it, but in the moment I was so pissed. All I needed was for someone (Phoebe) to look me in the eyes and tell me that it was okay to be scared and nervous and that it was going to turn out fine and that even if it didn’t turn out fine that would be fine becauses who was he to me anyway? But Phoebe was drunk, and Tali was doting on her, and I was standing outside that damn bar, too nervous to go in, too nervous to leave, refreshing my texts and emails repeatedly in hopes of finding some sort of distraction.

“Christopher,” said an almost-surprised, ever-coy British voice behind me. “Wasn’t sure you’d come.”

I turned and faced him. I’d had time to prepare, trying to wear down the aggressively sexual image of him in my mind, but seeing him in person slapped the preparation out of me, as if to say Nice try!

“Oh, you’re not all that scary,” I said, trying to sound casual, or flirty, or friendly, or anything other than anxious and turned on. “And could you call me Matty?”

His eyes lit up for a moment. “I’m not sure I recall that character,” he replied, tightening his scarf around his neck before gesturing in front of him. My eyes followed his gesture to an empty sidewalk and then returned to stare at him blankly.

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