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Poker Night Surprise Ch. 02

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Poker game continues:

Sat back at the poker table Jay was feeling completely satisfied, it had been a few weeks since he last had any sex and having just fucked Jordan’s perfect bubble butt in the bathroom he was on top of the world. The image of Jordan’s smooth ass remained in his mind and having Trent’s boyfriends blue eyes and blonde hair looking back at him as he buried his Vietnamese 8 inch cock deep into his ass.

He looked down at his card happy with the cards he had been dealt by Henry who was now asking as the dealer. He peered at Jonas getting an all knowing glance back from his Taiwanese colleague and friend who he was sure was feeling as satisfied as he was having just received a blow job from Jordan as well.

As Jay looked to Trent he pondered his expression, he seemed to be happy with his hand but perhaps this was a bluff. They had been playing poker for another hour after Jordan had left and though he was enjoying the game Jay was eager to finish so that he could go and join Jordan at whatever club he was currently at. He felt jealous of whoever might be dancing with the blonde boy he so craved.

Henry announced the cards and as they each made their bets it came down to Jay and Trent. Jay decided to call Trent’s bluff and raised the stakes tossing in a few more chips. Trent looked to be thinking of what to do and caved to the bet folding his hand. Jay thought to himself that wasn’t the first time in the night that Trent had folded his cards to him, grinning at the thought of Trent finding out that he would be taking Jordan.

As they sat there Jay spoke to Jonas quietly, ‘Fuck bro, I can’t wait for this to finish up. I want to get dancing with Jordan.’

‘I bet you do, the way he took your cock man that was such a turn on and he swallowed every drop of my load.’ Jonas nudged Jay as he noticed Tim leaning in trying to hear what they were discussing.

‘What are you two Asian boys talking about, speak up so we can all hear.’ Tim grinned at Jonas.

Jay cleared his throat and replied, ‘Oh we’re just talking about how easy it is to take your money Tim.’ He laughed after this and turned to Trent and Henry.

They hadn’t been listening and Jay noticed that Henry had moved his hand into Trent’s lap and appeared to be rubbing his crotch. It was no secret between the guys that Henry and Trent had been fooling around but to this point they had never made any moves in front of them.

Jay looked to Jonas and tilted his head towards Henry signalling for Jonas to look too. Jonas turned and saw Henry’s hand moving up and down in Trent’s lap. ‘Oh sorry boys are we interrupting your fun?’ Jonas posed the question to both Henry and Trent.

Trent tilted his head back enjoying the treatment he was receiving from Henry before saying, ‘You’re just jealous that us English boys are getting some action.’

Henry smirked back at Jonas, ‘We can make it more intense for you if you like.’ And he then placed his hand beneath the waist band of Trent’s jeans and into his pants grasping hold of Trent’s bare cock.

‘Ohhhhh that’s it boss.’ Trent said.

Tim on the opposite side of the table announced that if the poker game was over and they were going to start getting naughty together that it was time for him to go.

Jay followed on from Tim’s announcement and asked Trent, ‘Aren’t you worried Jordan will come back and find you cheating on him with Henry?’

As Henry continued to stroke Trent’s cock under the table Trent looked back at Jay, ‘What Jordan doesn’t know won’t hurt him, plus he wouldn’t get back this early he’ll be out with his friends till like 2am. That gives Henry and I plenty of time to have our fun.’

Jay scrunched his face at Trent and then turned to Jonas winking at his Taiwanese friend. Seeing this Trent thought the two Asian boys were jealous of him. ‘Awwww sorry boys jealous that I have the blonde twink and the English sugar daddy?’

Jonas laughed and went to blurt out something back to Trent that Jay thought would have included a description of what happened earlier in the bathroom but Jay cut him off, ‘You enjoy it while it lasts Trent, I reckon it’s time Jonas and I follow Tim’s lead and make a move.’

The group said their goodbyes and while Henry remained in Trent’s apartment, Tim went off to catch his train home and Jay walked with Jonas back to Jonas’ car that was parked across the street.

‘What a night huh Jay.’ Jonas grinned at Jay as they walked to his car. ‘I don’t feel bad about our bathroom threeway now, no way Trent deserves a boy like Jordan.’

‘You’re right about that bro, I’m going to message him now and find out where he is. Wait till I fill him in on what Trent is doing with Henry.’ Jay reached for his phone from his pocket and quickly searched for Jordan’s number that he had received from the blonde boy earlier in the bathroom.

‘I can drop you off if you like but I won’t stay out I’m in need of an early night.’ Jonas wanted to help his friend as he did like Jay a lot more than Trent who he saw as arrogant and Henry’s favourite at the osmaniye escort accounting firm.

‘That’d be awesome man thank you. I’ve just messaged Jordan and he’s at the club on Queen St.’ Jay and Jordan then got in the car and Jordan started the 10 minute drive to the club on Queen St.

Queen Street Club:

I was moving my body to the beat of the music, the bass pumping as I danced away with my friends Mike, Oliver and Jung at the nightclub. I could feel the sweat starting to drip down my neck from all the dancing and it was getting hot inside the club that had quickly filled. The Queen St club was one of the most popular gay clubs around especially for the under 30’s crowd. I motioned to Mike that we move towards the bar, I felt like I needed another drink to cool off a bit and energise myself for the next round of dancing. Mike followed as I moved towards the bar along with Oliver and Jung close behind.

Reached the front of the bar queue we waited for the bar tender to make his way to us. While we were waiting Oliver turned to me, ‘So tell us what happened at the apartment tonight you said that you had the best sex ever with someone in the bathroom and it wasn’t Trent!’

Mike jumped in, ‘Oh my god yeah tell us everything, I never did think Trent was good enough for you he’s such a bore.’

The grin spread across my face before I could stop it, they were desperate to hear about my exploits earlier in the night and I was enjoying having the attention on me. We had all been friends since we started college and shared everything with one another.

Oliver is Swedish and had blonde hair that was shorter than mine, blue eyes, an athletic build and was tanned. He was also slightly taller than me at 5’10”. Mike is American with short black hair, brown eyes, a muscular build at 6’0″. Then there was Jung who was the shortest of us at 5’7″, I was taller by an inch which I liked as it meant I wasn’t the shortest in our group. Jung is Korean with buzz cut black hair, brown eyes and an athletic build.

They all had their eyes honed in on me waiting for me to share the intimate details of what had happened in the bathroom. I opened my mouth to start telling the story but the bar tender arrived to take our deink order. ‘Oh no sorry boys, looks like it’ll have to wait. Hi, uh 4 vodka cranberries please.’

‘Alright but as soon as we’re at a table you’re telling us everything!’ Oliver smirked as I ordered our drinks.

The drinks arrived and we moved to a table that Jung had spotted, it was perfectly placed between the bar and dance floor and as we moved I sipped the vodka cranberry feeling immediate relief from the heat.

‘So you were saying Jordan.’ Mike blurted out as he sat down eagerly.

I swallowed another quick sip of my drink and started retelling the events of the bathroom fuck session I had engaged in with Jay and Jonas.

‘Well…remember how I told you guys that Trent was hosting his accountant firms poker night at his apartment for the first time. He didn’t want me there so I was rushing to get back but traffic made me late so I didn’t get there until his colleagues had arrived and already started the game.’ I paused to take a sip of my drink.

‘Oh my god you had sex with one of Trent’s co-workers!’ Oliver squealed excitedly.

Grinning back at Oliver I continued, ‘So I arrived back and said hi to them and he had some great looking colleagues I mean a German twink that had muscles on his muscles, a Vietnamese hottie that had this aura about him and a Taiwanese hunk. No offense Jung were too close a friends for me to think of you like this but I had never felt so attracted to Asian guys before seeing these two at the poker table.’

Jung laughed back, ‘Uh oh I have a feeling you’ve gotten yellow fever huh Jordan.’

I blew a kiss back toward Jung winking at him as I continued the story, ‘Maybe I do, anyway I went to the bathroom and was mid way through showering and was literally washing my ass and dick when I heard a cough from behind me and it was Jay the hot Vietnamese stud. Anyway after the surprise of having him intrude on me in the bathroom he seduced me with his confidence and I ended up bending over for him to fuck me. Oh plus he told me that Trent has been cheating on me with his 38 year old English boss Henry!’

‘Oh fuck that’s so hot you guys just fucked like that in the bathroom and fuck Trent for cheating on a hottie like you in the first place.’ Mike nodded at Oliver as he said this.

‘Yeah I know right what a jerk, but that’s not all…while Jay was fucking me Trent came to the bathroom door and I opened it to talk with him while Jay was fucking my ass and it was so Jonas could come in and take a leak.’

‘Holy shit!’ Jung said looking shocked.

‘So I let Jonas in and he saw Jay fucking me and instead of taking a piss he gave me his cock to suck so I got spit-roasted by Jay and Jonas while Trent was playing poker in the next room.’ Finishing the story I picked my glass back up and finished the vodka cranberry in 2 osmaniye escort bayan big gulps.

‘Good for you Jordan, you’re way too good for Trent anyway.’ Oliver repeated again and Mike and Jung agreed.

‘So what’s your plan now, will you guys split up? Where will you live?’ Jung asked.

I thought on that for a moment and felt I had already realised this as Trent and I had been growing apart as it was before all this cheating started. ‘Yeah I think I will break things off with him when I get back tonight and take my things…somewhere.’

‘Well if you need a place for the interim you can stay at mine, I’ve got a spare couch you can surf on for a week or two.’ Jung said.

‘That would actually be perfect, thanks so much Jung.’ I smiled back at him, he had always been a good friend and I remembered back to when I had helped him through a break up a few months earlier. It was nice to have friends like this I could rely on.

‘Well what a crazy night huh Jordan, the end of one era and the start of an exciting new one.’ Mike pronounced to the table. ‘I think this calls for another round, be right back boys.’ Mike then stood up and headed for the bar to get us all another drink.

As he was leaving I felt my phone buzz and saw it was a message from Jay, my heart beat faster as I read the message. ‘Hey sexy Jordan, just finished poker and am ready to dance. Where are you?’

Oliver noticed me checking my phone and my face must have reflected the excitement I had been feeling deep in my stomach. ‘Is that a txt from your new beau huh Jordan?’

After messaging Jay back I lift my head grinning back at Oliver, ‘Bit early for new beau talk, I haven’t even broke things off with Trent yet but it does look like Jay is going to join us.’

‘Whooooo yes! Cannot wait to meet this Asian boy that’s given you yellow fever.’ Jung said laughing as Mike returned with our next round of drinks.

The four of us continued our drinks and then moved to make our way back to the dance floor. It was nearing midnight and the music and crowd of all these guys bodies was making my head spin. We were dancing in a circle and my head was full of thoughts as I had made the decision to leave Trent and would now be moving in with Jung.

Moving my body as the bass echoed across the room I felt a hand grip my shoulder and turned to see Jay standing there. My eyes took him in, his slim athletic body in the tight white shirt and black jeans. His toned chest peeking out from the unbuttoned shirt showing his olive skin. I tilted my head up to look into his black eyes that looked back at me as a smile spread across his face.

‘Well don’t you look like the hottest boy in the club.’ Jay said as he joined next to me in the circle we had made.

I might have blushed but I couldn’t tell as my cheeks were already warm from the drinks and heat of the dance floor. ‘Haha thanks, I was thinking the same thing about you.’

‘So this is the Vietnamese boy that’s made you see the light, nice to meet you Jay. I’m Jung.’ Jung reached across the circle tapping Jay on the shoulder, reaching up as Jay was 4 inches taller than him.

Mike and Oliver also said hello and that they we’re glad I was finally seeing Trent for who he really was, an ass.

Jay laughed at the guys reactions and confidently placed his arm around my waist pulling me beside him so that our bodies were pressed together side by side. ‘Well the feelings mutual there, I never did like Trent. Plus he couldn’t handle this perfect piece.’ Jay reached down squeezing my butt as he said this.

As we started to dance together I turned my body to face away from Jay to the others, my back pressing against his chest and my ass grinding into the crotch of his jeans as I swayed from side to side. Jay’s hands reached down to my hips as he held me against him and rested his face down against my neck kissing me and whispering into my ear, ‘You are so fucking hot Jordan, this is the best night I’ve ever had.’

With the music still blaring we all danced away, Oliver and Jung started mimicking Jay and my movements. They weren’t together but we were all close friends that liked to dance suggestively. Mike had found another guy to dance with and was currently making out with him.

I was starting to feel tired and filled Jay in on my plan to head back with Jung to Trent’s apartment to collect my things and break it off. Jay looked both ecstatic and relieved to hear this and proceeded to tell me about what had happened at the end of the poker night and that Henry and Trent were most likely still having sex.

This only made me more confident in the decision I had made. I stopped dancing with Jay and moved to Jung and let him know I was ready to go when he was. Jay offered to come back with us as well in case we needed any help. I gladly accepted this.

So Jay, Jung and I said goodbye to Mike and Oliver who were happy to stay and dance the night away. We headed outside and jumped into a waiting Uber that drove us back to Trent’s apartment. escort osmaniye I asked for them to wait but Jay got out and walked with me to the door. I was silently thankful that he had ignored my request and felt more secure with him next to me.

I reached for my key and opened the door walking into the hallway followed closely behind by Jay. All the lights were out but I could hear sounds coming from the bedroom. The door was pushed shut but with a 2 inch gap so I could look inside.

Peering into the bedroom I saw Trent kneeling over Henry on the bed, his bare butt clenched tightly as he thrust his hips forward against Henry’s ass. Jay was right, Trent was still having sex with Henry.

Pushing open the door I confronted Trent mid thrust, he got a scare seeing and hearing me enter and pulled out of Henry’s ass laying down beside him. ‘So this is what you do after poker night huh Trent?’

Trent stammered a response that didn’t make much sense to me so I continued. ‘Well I hope you know we are over, I’ll collect my things and leave you two to finish up. Come on Jay my bags in here.’

Trent looked more shocked when Jay then entered the room and followed me to the closet to collect my bags and fill them with my things. I noticed Jay smirk at Trent as he started to help me and laughed inside that Jay was able to humiliate Trent like this. I contemplated telling Trent that I had been fucked by Jay in the bathroom and that it had actually fucked some sense into me but held this back.

Not saying a word Jay and Henry lay in the bed watching on as we finished filling my bags and exited the bedroom slamming the door shut behind us. As Jay waited I got the rest of my stuff and we went back to Jung who was waiting in the Uber.

‘Fuck me that was intense.’ Jay said.

‘I know right but feels like such a weight has been lifted off me. Thanks for coming in as well. Did you see Trent’s face when he saw you come into the room. That was the best.’ I grinned back at Jay.

‘Oh yeah it was, cannot tell you how long I’ve waited to see him humiliated like that. Especially after all the special treatment he gets at the firm and we both now know why that is. So you’re staying with Jung now huh?’

Jung joined the conversation then, ‘He sure is Jay, he was there for me during my break up and I’ll be there for him. Unless you’d rather stay at Jay’s Jordan?’

I hadn’t actually had this conversation with Jay and having only just met him that night didn’t want to push things too early. ‘No that’s all good I’m looking forward to couch surfing with you Jung.’

Jay looked to contemplate this for a moment and then nodded as if to accept the situation. I wondered if he had wanted me to stay with him. The Uber left and soon after we stopped outside Jung’s apartment, he got out first and I turned to Jay.

‘Thank you so much for tonight Jay, it was amazing. Want to meet up again on Sunday? That’ll give me tomorrow to get things in order.’

‘Hell yeah I do Jordan, I have to admit tonight was not just a one-time fuck for me. I want to have you again and again, I’ve never fucked an ass like yours plus you are the hottest blonde boy I could’ve hoped for.

‘Awww thanks Jay, you’re the best sex I’ve had too and I want more as well.’ I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, Jay’s hands reached up to my cheeks holding me against his face as we began to passionately make out till I heard a cough from Jung outside the car.

Smiling as I pulled away from Jay I said bye and got out the car. Jung was grinning at me widely as I joined him. ‘That was a hot ass goodbye Jordan, bet he’ll be hard as a rock when he gets back to his place.’

‘Well what can I say, I have that affect on people.’

‘You sure do.’ Jung replied as he led the way into his apartment.

Jung had a 1 bedroom apartment and I put my bags next to the couch thinking I would be couch surfing like we had said at the club. Watching me do this Jung laughed, ‘You know we can share my bed, it’s not like we haven’t had a sleepover before.’

He was right we had shared a bed before but that was when I was with Trent and before I had been with another Asian guy. Jung and I were close friends and I felt like him knowing I had been with Jay and bottomed for him had altered the dynamics between us.

I agreed nonetheless though and followed Jung to the bedroom, he told me he liked the left side closest to the ensuite bathroom so I put my things on the right side.

‘Well I know you’ve showered already but I need one after tonight, the club was so hot. Feel free to ly down and I’ll be back out soon.’

Jung went the ensuite and I lay started to take off my clothes getting down to my briefs and realising then that I was wearing my blue jock strap. It must have been the drinks at the club as it didn’t occur to me to just get another pair of briefs from my bag and I lay down on top of the bed, it was too hot for the sheets.

It was then I noticed that Jung had left the ensuite sliding door ajar and I could see into the shower. As I looked Jung was now standing naked in the shower, water washing over his body and he was scrubbing his hairless ass. I thought I should look away but I continued to stare through the gap in the door as Jung turned and I watched as he stroked his cock which had become fully hard in the shower and with the attention Jung was paying to it.

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Hit the Gym/Hit the Shower

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It was 2:30 am and after spending most of the night tossing and turning Jim decided go to the gym, hoping to wear himself out so he could get some sleep.

As he pulled into the parking lot he only spotted two other cars. Other than the 3rd shift employee, there was only one other person in the far corner of the gym.

Jim threw his backpack in a locker in the mens locker-room, then made his way to the stair master. As he began climbing, he watched the guy in the corner lifting weights. Although he was far away, Jim thought he recognized the guy working out.

He quickly hopped down and nonchalantly moved closer for a better look. Jim got close enough to see that the guy was one of his co-workers Alan. Alan is an ex bodybuilder with dark hair. Since he doesn’t compete anymore he let his body hair grow back.

Jim has had his eye on Alan for a couple of years but could never find the courage to talk to him. He knew Alan was straight, but there was something he felt when he was around him. When they were near each other at work, Jim would catch Alan looking at him.

So Jim started working out, occasionally looking over to checkout Alan’s huge biceps. Jim took a break from his own bicep curls and he could feel he was being watched. He nervously glanced over and it was Alan looking at him. Both nervously held back a smile, looked away and went back to working out.

Between manisa escort sets Jim would look over and was visually undressing Alan. Unfortunately he got carried away and he could feel his cock starting to get hard.

Jim stopped what he was doing and went to the locker-room. By the time he got in there he was rock hard. He decided to jump in the shower and jack off. Jim took off his clothes and put them in his locker. He then reached down and stroked his cock a few times.

He turned and headed for the showers. As he walked into the shower room he walked passed Alan. He immediately jumped in the shower and turned the water on.

As Jim stood there looking at the shower floor and the water running down his body, he could feel he was being watched. Still looking down he slowly looked over to the gap between the wall and shower curtain. He could see someone was standing there. Jim looked up and Alan was watching him.

Jim’s heart was racing as he pulled the shower curtain to the side and seen Alan’s hairy naked body and his cut six inch cock half hard. They never said a word as Alan stepped into the shower.

Jim moved over to share the warm water with him. The two men stood facing each other only inches apart and the water poured over them. Jim slid his hand up Alan’s hairy muscular thigh until he got to his waste. He then pulled Alan in close. escort manisa Their wet and hairy chests against each other and their now hard cocks grinding together.

Jim started kissing Alan’s shoulder, then neck. He worked his way up Alan’s neck and nibbled on his ear. Alan ran his hand up Jim’s back and pulled him in even closer. Then they stood there cheek to cheek holding each other and they pressed their warm wet bodies together.

Alan began kissing Jim on the cheek until their lips met. They slowly began to kiss, but soon their tongues were intertwined and the two men were finally able to taste each other. This was something that they had both wanted for quite some time.

Jim backed Alan against the shower wall and started kissing down his hairy chest. He stopped long enough to lick and suck on his nipples. Jim then made his way down to Alans hard dick. He took both of Alans balls in his mouth and sucked on them. Alan was shaking as he put his hands on Jims shoulders.

Then Jim licked the tip of Alans cock before he put the head in his mouth. As he worked the head and began taking the shaft inch by inch into his mouth, Alan started to relax and put his hand on the back of Jims slick bald head.

Jim then turned Alan around so he could have access to his thick smooth muscular ass. Jim grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. The manisa escort bayan warm water ran down Alans hairy ass crack. Alan bent over slightly and Jim ran his tongue from Alans nut sack all the way up his crack before making his way back to his tight hole. Alan moaned as Jim ate his ass.

After enjoying the blow job and rim job Jim was giving him, he decided he wanted to return the favor and try sucking cock for the first time. He made Jim stand up and lean against the wall. Alan knelt down, grabbed Jim’s throbbing dick and stroked it a few times.

He then started off licking and kissing Jims shaft. Then he put the head in his mouth. Using his tongue he lick around the mushroom tip. It wasn’t long before he started sucking Jims swollen cock.

Jim stood there enjoying the blow job Alan was giving him. But before he could shoot his load he stopped Alan and made him stand up. Jim really wanted to suck Alans dick again and eat his load.

Jim began to suck his cock. Alan was so worked up over giving Jim head that he didn’t last long. Jim was holding onto Alans thighs and he could feel him shaking as he emptied his balls into Jims mouth. After the last squirt Jim sucked the last few drops out of Alans cock.

Since that was the first time Alan sucked cock, Jim didn’t think he would be ready to eat a load. So he made Alan get on his knees as Jim jacked off and shot his sticky load on Alans hairy chest.

After taking Jims load to the chest Alan stood up and the two men kissed again. They washed off and for the first time they spoke to each other.

Alan said “thank you”.

Jim winked at him.

They got dress and left the gym as if nothing had happened.

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My Exception is You Ch. 10

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Alright my lovelies, Chapter 10 is FINALLY here!!! This chapter took me the LONGEST to write and I apologize for the unbearable wait. I was anxious to write it myself and get it posted because I wanted it out there, but I had to make it just right.

This is Clay’s perspective because I think we ALL want to know how he thinks/feels when he meets Bruno’s parents for the first time. I hope you all enjoy!

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“God dammit, why did I agree to lunch with my parents?” Bruno grumbled, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in bed. I was already showered and dressed, my panic and anxiety in overdrive. He took a deep breath and sighed, falling back into the bed dramatically. I took a deep breath, crossing my arms as I leaned against the wall.

“Just cancel and sleep for another hour or two,” I muttered, my chest feeling tight and stomach feeling heavy. He smiled, turning his head as his hands fell down to his stomach. The blanket was barely covering him, his hips peeking out and I could see a slight bulge where his dick was.

“No they drove a few hours to see me and our first game,” he sighed, getting up as he threw the blanket off him. I watched him walk naked to the bathroom unable to stop admiring him. Last night was flooding back into my mind, my dick twitching excitedly. Even through all the nerves I couldn’t stop sexualizing him. I was insane. “Are you just trying to get out of it?” he called out as I heard him taking a long piss. I sighed, smirking as I shook my head.

“Of course I am. We’ve only been dating for a few weeks Bruno. And I’m not even fully out yet!” I reminded him, heading to the bathroom after I heard him flush. He was leaning over the sink, studying his neck as I leaned on the door. His eyes met mine in the mirror, a cute pout on his lips.

“How could you leave me with so many?” he gestured to all the little love bites all over his neck and chest. I smiled and walked behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist as he washed his hands and his face. He grabbed his headband off the sink counter, sliding it up into his hair. I was a bit surprised to see him using some kind of face scrub, but I guess it explains why his skin always looked so damn good.

“I think it’s only fair since I still have a few from the other night, and you gave me a few new ones too,” I muttered finally, kissing his neck as I studied him in the mirror. His muscles twitched, his chest flexing a bit as his arms moved. It was so subtle but somehow so damn sexy. “Besides we both know I can’t keep my mouth off you,” I teased, my hands running down his stomach suggestively.

“Clay enough,” he nudged me off him and I sighed, grabbing his hips and stepping back as I admired his back and ass.

“Sorry, I think I have a habit of using sex to avoid things. Or to fix things. But you’re irresistible,” I muttered, leaning in to kiss his shoulder as he started brushing his teeth.

“Well knock it off. It’s bad enough we went three rounds last night. I’m exhausted and sore,” he grumbled around his toothbrush, leaning over the sink slightly. I bit my lip and caressed his ass and hips gently. It looked so cute and sexy sticking out like that.

“You started it. You got all sexy and nasty, begging me to fuck you like crazy,” I teased, squeezing his ass a bit. My cock throbbed as his cheeks separated slightly, giving me a quick peek at his puckered hole. He jerked out of my hands, glaring at me in the mirror.

“My family means a lot to me Clay, please focus. Or stay here. But leave me alone so I can get ready,” he grumbled after spitting out a mouthful. A weary anxiety consumed me as he rinsed his mouth out and left to get dressed. I glanced at myself in the mirror, adjusting my hoodie to try and cover up my neck as much as possible. I tugged on my shorts, adjusting them on my hips when he came back into the bathroom in a cool graphic hoodie and ripped jeans.

“Why are you so stylish? You look too damn good,” I grumbled and he smirked, glancing at me.

“You look good too. The white hoodie is simple but shapes you well, and your thighs always look great in these shorts. Do you only wear boarding shorts?” he slid his hand up my leg as he turned to me, his eyes studying my body. I shrugged and he smirked. “Well I like them. They cling to your ass and crotch quite nicely,” he muttered, his eyes looking devious as he groped my ass then. I grabbed his wrist, sighing heavily.

“You don’t get to be mad at me for fondling you, and then turn around and do it back to me,” I grumbled and he chuckled.

“Fair enough,” he shoved his sleeves up, adjusting a bracelet on his wrist. I had never seen that bracelet before. I felt my forehead wrinkle as he turned to leave after checking himself out. He was sitting on the bed, sliding his high-tops on when I walked over and crouched down. He hesitated when my hand grabbed his wrist, pressing on the metal bracelet. “My dad gave it to me. It was my grandfather’s, and his father’s before mardin escort him. Said it was lucky. I only wear it for special occasions,” he muttered and my heart felt like it was going to burst.

“What’s so special about today?” I whispered, our eyes meeting as he smiled. He reached up and grabbed the back of my head, kissing me tenderly. He stood up then, adjusting his pants and slapping his pockets.

“I think I have everything,” he slid his phone out to check the time, noticing I was still crouched down and a bit stunned. “Clay you’re really special to me. I know it’s hard for you to believe, but you are. I’m acting all cool but I’m a fucking ball of nerves right now. This,” he gripped his wrist and shrugged. “It’s helping me keep a level head. I can tell you’re nervous about meeting my family and that’s making me nervous. They’re great, so please don’t worry,” he insisted, sliding his hand into my hair then and scrunching it a few times. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his hips. My knees pressed into the floor as I hugged him, my cheek against his stomach. He rubbed my back and shoulders, just letting me hold him.

“Do you think they’ll even like me?” I whispered and he laughed lightly, his hands sliding up to rub my head and scratch my hair playfully.

“Well I love you, so they have no choice,” he pulled my hair, tilting my head back as I looked up at him. My chest was burning, my whole body feeling light and tingly as he stared at me with a deep warmth in his eyes. And his smile was too fucking handsome.

“How can you say that so easily?” I grumbled, burying my face into his stomach. He laughed, pulling my arms off him.

“Because it’s true. Now get up and give me a hug and kiss before we have to leave,” he insisted. I sighed, easing up off the floor. He slid his arms up into my hoodie and under my shirt, his hands pressing into my back as I pulled him close. I kissed the headband that rested on his forehead before he tilted his head to kiss me.

“So this is what having a boyfriend feels like?” I whispered as he pressed his face into my neck, hugging me tightly. He kissed my neck as he shrugged.

“Don’t know, you’re my first boyfriend,” he admitted, his tone light and cheery. I closed my eyes just holding him as I took deep breaths. All my worries and fears were slowly drifting off into the distance. It was like having this man’s love, having him so close to me, was the solution to all my problems.

“Alright, let’s go,” I pulled away finally, patting my back pockets. I felt my phone and wallet, nodding once as I turned to the door. We walked out toward the elevator and I didn’t even flinch or pull away when his hand grabbed mine. I was surprised with myself, but I was happy my reflex wasn’t to pull away from him anymore. Our fingers intertwined, my thumb rubbing the back of his hand as we stood at the elevator.

“Hey mom!” he breathed into his phone, pulling me onto the elevator as I stared at him. The panic flooded me again as the doors shut, realization hitting me. “Yeah we’re heading down to the lobby now,” he continued. It felt like I was going to throw my heart up, my ears and neck hot as I stared at the counter that ticked down with each floor. We were quickly approaching the lobby and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “Oh you’re already there?!” he gushed, squeezing my hand. “Ok, we’re on the elevator now. Ok yes!” he laughed, sounding so happy. “Alright, I love you too,” he hung up as the elevator chimed for the second floor.

“Bruno, I-” my voice gave out, my eyes feeling wide as I looked at him. He held my hand between his, a big, warm smile on his face.

“My mom and sister are here in the lobby. My dad is bringing the car around. Apparently they’re staying at this hotel too!” he gushed, seeming oblivious to the fact that I was riddled with anxiety. “If you think I’m lovable, then you should love my family too. Quit worrying!” he insisted, pulling me off the elevator before I could protest. He was hurrying toward the lounge area by the front doors and then he gasped, his hand slipping from mine as he nearly ran over. “Mom! Nina!” he called out. A short, stout woman with unruly, chestnut hair caught him in a tight hug.

A girl just barely taller than her grabbed him into a tight hug as well. My feet were slowly carrying me over. I felt like a zombie. He turned and smiled at me, his arm resting on his mom’s shoulders. “Hello Mrs. Fischer, my name is Clay,” I held my hand out and she glanced at Bruno before laughing.

“I’m just Bruno’s mom Clay! It’s just Aymee, ok?” she grabbed my hand and jerked me into a hug. I leaned over, hugging her and glancing at Bruno in awe. He looked so damn pleased with himself as he glanced past me to his sister. “And this is my daughter Katarina,” Aymee pulled away, gesturing to Bruno’s sister.

“Just call me Nina,” she giggled, blushing as she hugged me around my waist. I cleared my throat, hugging her loosely as Bruno snickered. “So you’re Bruno’s boyfriend?” she asked mardin escort bayan loudly and I flinched, Bruno sighing.

“Nina shut up,” he snipped, Aymee sighing as she squeezed Nina’s arm. That got both of them an eyeroll from the young girl. “Where are we going for lunch?” Bruno started, taking my hand as we followed his mom and Nina out to the front lot.

“You father found a really nice restaurant not too far from here. Oh and Fifi wanted to be here, but she had a big test to study for so she’s with Papa,” Aymee added as she looked over her shoulder to Bruno.

“Fifi is my youngest sister. Her name’s Felicity,” he explained to me and I nodded once. “And that’s ok. Really you didn’t have to come all the way out here anyway,” he insisted and she just waved him off. A silver SUV was parked with a burly, slightly heavyset man leaning against it smoking a cigarette. His eyes locked with mine and he looked like he snorted a laugh as he shook his head and flicked his cigarette. My stomach turned uncomfortably as he pushed off his car.

“Bruno!” he met Bruno for a big hug, slapping him on the back roughly. His eyes shifted to me again as he grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back. “Is this your friend you’ve been telling us about?” he asked and I felt queasy.

“Yeah dad this is Clay. Clay this is my dad-“

“Leon!” he turned to me, a huge grin on his face as he held his hand out. He was just a bit taller than Bruno, but shorter than me. However he was broad and heavyset, at least he just looked stalky. I took his hand, his grip firmer than I expected as I tried to smile.

“Nice to meet you Leon,” I breathed and he nodded once. Without another word he turned to his car. His mom and sister were already inside. Bruno exchanged an apologetic but pleading face with me as I took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. “Let’s get this over with,” I muttered, gesturing for him to get in.

The conversation was mainly Nina talking to no one in particular about things that were happening to her at school. She was a junior in high school apparently and had all the cares of a 16-year-old girl; most of her stories were about silly drama, who of her friends liked who, and some plans for the winter dance at the school which apparently was a big thing. While I found it annoying I appreciated the opportunity to just sit in the back of the car, unbothered by either of his parents. I wasn’t ready to play the interrogation game yet.

“You ok?” Bruno whispered, his hand squeezing my thigh. I leaned on my hand, my arm against the window as I studied him. He looked so happy and nervous all at once.

“For the most part,” I admitted and he sighed, his eyes shifting to study the front of the car. He smiled slightly then and bit his lip.

“I promise to make it up to you,” he whispered and I couldn’t help but laugh a little as I smiled. I rubbed my lips, shaking my head as I turned to the window.

“You’re too much,” I grumbled. But my hand fell on his, our palms sliding together as my fingers pushed between his. At least this felt incredible. Soon enough we were getting out of the car and heading inside. It was some steakhouse that seemed locally owned. It had a huge bar and an even bigger dining room. It wasn’t too packed because it was lunch time, but there were still plenty of people.

Bruno went to hold my hand and I glanced at him, squeezing his hand before sliding my hands into my pockets. As I turned to follow his family to the hostess stand I noticed Leon glaring at me. I felt my stomach turn at the hostile gaze, freezing for a moment before I swallowed the lump in my throat. He turned to the host, asking for a table. We were led to a booth that was like a half circle, Bruno and his sister sliding in first. I sat next to Bruno, his parents across from us.

“So Clay, tell me about yourself!” Aymee started as I opened my menu. I hesitated, glancing up at her and Leon.

“Oh, um, well I’m a senior this year. I’m the captain of our soccer team,” I glanced at Bruno, his smile helping calm me down. “We’re in the same major and I’ve been the one helping Bruno train this past year,” I started, turning to Aymee with a weary smile.

“So you two met because of soccer?” Leon asked and I nodded, Bruno’s hand resting on my thigh. I adjusted, clearing my throat as I let my legs spread a bit more. His touch was a welcome comfort, his palm warm even over my shorts. “Well what hobbies do you have?” he pressed and I shrugged.

“I really just like working out and playing soccer. So that’s mainly what I do in my free time,” I admitted, feeling a bit pathetic.

“How boring!” Nina teased and I sighed, Bruno squeezing my leg.

“Well not everyone can do whatever they want and have all the free time in the world Nina,” Bruno started. She scoffed, slamming her menu down on the table as she glared at him.

“I’m in a few clubs and I’m on the track team too! I still have hobbies, Nona! You know I like to draw,” she glared at him and he escort mardin sighed. I smirked, settling back into the booth as I looked at Bruno.

“Nona?” I teased and he blushed, glancing at me with a cute pout.

“Please for the love of god don’t call me that,” he grumbled. “It’s a stupid nickname Nina and Fifi came up with. They wanted me to have a nickname too. They refuse to call me anything else,” he explained and I smiled.

“It sounds like a girl’s nickname,” I continued and he rolled his eyes, turning to his menu. Leon cleared his throat, catching my attention.

“Do you have siblings?” he asked and I shook my head slowly.

“I’m an only child,” I mumbled.

“Oh I can’t imagine!” Aymee giggled and I sighed. “I have four siblings and Leon has three. And we all have several kids too, some of them even having their own kids!” she gushed happily. I couldn’t help but smile. Her energy was so gentle and maternal.

“I have some cousins who are close,” I offered and she nodded sweetly.

“Hello, sorry for the wait! Can I get you guys a drink?” our server came over. She looked to be about in her mid-twenties. Her eyes lingered on Bruno and I even noticed her tucking her hair behind her ear. It was like she wanted him to pay attention to her. My stomach knotted and I felt frustrated. What was it with women fawning over Bruno? He told me none of his exes ever found him super attractive. But that had to be a fucking joke. He is really cute and sexy. He had this weird alluring, always kind of sexual energy about him. Of course that might be my interpretation of it…

“And you?” she looked at me and I snapped out of my thoughts, smiling as I shrugged.

“A water and Coke are fine please, thanks,” I offered, unconsciously lifting my arm up to rest it behind Bruno on the back of the cushion. She nodded, walking off. I glared at her back, not liking the way she looked at him one bit.

“Clay?” Nina’s voice caught my attention while Bruno squeezed my leg harshly. Did I miss something? I flinched, glancing at her. “You ok?” she teased and I nodded, pressing my lips together as my ears felt hot. “So you weren’t just checking out our cute server?” she pressed playfully.

“Nina!” Bruno and Aymee jumped in, Leon chuckling.

“Looked that way to me,” he agreed and I stiffened a bit, glancing at him. What the hell was his deal? Something felt off, like a weird vibe from him. And I wasn’t sure if he was worried about my relationship with Bruno, if he hated it, or if it was something else entirely.

“Um, well,” I hesitated, glancing at Bruno. He sighed, looking apologetic as our eyes locked. I smiled then, letting my arm slide down to rest on his shoulders. “I was actually glaring at her,” I laughed at myself then, my elbow pressing into the table as I covered my eyes. My face wrinkled out of embarrassment as I sighed. “I don’t know what it is, but Bruno seems to be some magnet for the ladies. I mean I could see the way she was looking at him and it bothered me,” I admitted pathetically. Bruno leaned into my side, squeezing my leg with a light laugh.

“You’re too jealous,” he insisted and I shrugged, glancing at him as I rubbed my forehead. My eyes shifted to Leon who was staring at me with a blank face.

“So you really are gay?” Nina demanded, Bruno flinching and sitting upright.

“Nina that’s not appropriate, and rude to say!” Aymee insisted and I sighed.

“Do I not seem gay?” I demanded then, studying her curiously. This was weird. I was always so worried about being outed, that it never occurred to me people might not even suspect I was gay.

“Not really,” she shrugged. I glanced at Bruno who looked uncomfortable, as he glared at Nina.

“Why does it matter if he seems gay or not?” he started and I leaned into him a bit, squeezing the top of his arm gently. “No I want to know why it matters,” he insisted, Nina giggling with a shrug.

“It doesn’t, it’s just surprising. You know how there are like stereotypical gay men? I guess there aren’t too,” she offered flippantly. The server came back with our drinks, setting them down. Nina grabbed hers excitedly, sipping it with a smile on her face as Bruno sighed and fiddled with his straw.

“So I have to ask, what is your intention with my son?” Leon broke the awkward silence and I went rigid, my heart racing. I looked at him feeling all the blood drain from my face. His tone was stern and demanding. It wasn’t entirely confrontational but it felt like I was talking to my father. Something about the way Leon was studying me, the way he was talking to me, it was sending me into a rabbit hole of anxious paranoia.

“Clay, you ok?” Bruno demanded, his hand on my chest. It felt like my tongue was swollen, my body sweaty and cold.

“Uh, sorry, I just, I need a minute,” I pulled away quickly, my chest feeling tight as I hurried to the bathroom. After a few splashes of cold water to the face and some deep breaths I was feeling slightly better. Before I could leave the door opened.

“Clay what’s wrong?” Bruno demanded and I sighed, glancing around the bathroom.

“Your dad reminds me of my dad. At least the way my dad talks to me, the way he looks at me too. And I just, uh, I don’t know! I panicked I guess?” I offered pathetically. He sighed, giving me a hug as he rubbed my back.

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It was a Thursday afternoon. i had the day off, nowhere to be, and by 3pm i was unavoidably horny. My cock was fully hard and standard internet porn would just not get the job done.

After some debate I’d come to the conclusion that I was going to head to the porn theater and seek some sexual release.

i arrived close to 4:30, Paid my entrance and made my way in. In the first room a man was asleep as the well endowed woman on screen was being ravaged by two large cocks. It was pretty hot and grabbed my attention for a few minutes, but there no was no real action to be had.

So, into the next room. The two large monitors were playing a gay threesome. My cock became super hard, and the older man across the room has taken notice. He was rather covertly stroking himself and motioned for me to come sit with him.

I obliged, and was happy to see his very thick, and very hard 5 inch daddy cock. It had a large and bulbous head and was very nicely manscaped.

I began stroking him as he sat back. His cock was slick with lube and my hand glided easily up his shaft. Over time, i increased the speed that i stroked him.

He began to fondle his nipples and was clearly aroused. Situating myself in front of him and on my knees, i licked the length of his cock and kissed the head gently. He moaned and pushed himself into my mouth. Before long he was slowly fucking

mouth. My tongue would rest on his balls and he would push all the way into My throat, his hands holding my head still. He was very gentle and it was insanely hot.

After about five minutes, another man in his 30s entered and watched me as i pleasured him. Shortly after he entered, the man i was blowing started moaning more and more and within a minute starting cumming. He gripped hard on the back of my head and he started softly humping into my mouth. His cock bucked hard multiple times and i hurried to swallow all of his cum. I kept stroking him while i sucked his head until he’d gone completely limp. He zipped up, thanked me and left rather quickly.

The man that was in his 30s approached and had already had his hard, normal sized cock out. He didn’t have to give me any invitation, and i started immediately taking him into my mouth. He was really verbal and told me exactly what he wanted. He would pull my head back and tell me to hold my mouth open just before pushing his cock all the way to the back of my throat.

He made beg him to fuck my mouth. I loved it. Before long I was on my knees, eyes watering, my cock fully hard, and begging for him to cum in my mouth.

‘Your mouth feels better than fresh pussy. Goddamn I love that…”

He said this multiple times while he held my head down with his dick buried balls deep into my mouth.

I used my tongue in the head of his cock the whole time my head bounced up and down. He was really into it and it made me wildly turned in. I was afraid to jerk myself because i knew he’d make me cum way too fast.

‘Fuck! I’m gonna shoot! You want my cum? You ready for my cum?’ he excitedly and aggressively asked.

He pulled back and jacked his cock.

“Fuck yes. Feed me. Shoot it,” as i opened my mouth, tongue out fully.

He rocketed 4 big ropes across my mersin escort face with a lot going right into my mouth. His breathing was deep and aggressive.

I leaned in and started assertively using my hand while i wildly sucked his cock. He started loudly groaning and making half words. In less than 30 seconds, he got silent just as his balls tightened up and he flooded my mouth with another load.

He still couldn’t really talk and was trying to catch his breath. I thanked him for the amazing time and he nodded as i turned around.

It was then i realized I’d gathered a small audience.

There were two men, both white with grey hair. One was tall and well built, the other was shorter, and a bit heavier but nice looking. The third was a Latino man, just older than me, probably his mid 40s. And he was in excellent shape.

I nodded at them and slowly walked down the hallway to the bathroom to clean up a bit.

As i exited the restroom, i noticed that the monitor just outside of the door was playing a shemale scene with Natalie Mars being fucked by a stud Doggystyle.

i decided to sit and watch for a bit and give my still hard cock some attention.

As i sat softly stroked myself, the Latino man walked up and sat right next to me. He unzipped his pants, revealing this positively perfect, thick, 7 inch cock with a beautiful, swollen, pink head.

We sat, both admiring each other while we watched the scene and pleased ourselves. He scooted over to me and smiled. He let go of his cock and motioned towards it. I reached over and slowly began to stroke him. He felt amazing. I couldn’t wait to have him in my mouth.

While i stroked him, i became infatuated with how much his head would swell as i ran my hand to the top of his cock. I lowered my head and licked up the underside of the seam of his cock and french kissed his tip.

‘Oooo you know what you’re doing… i like that,’ he said softly as the shorter, older man rounded the corner to watch the action.

I got down to my knees to better address my new Latin friend’s cock. After several attempts, i was able to get his cock into my throat. He let out a big moan and sigh as it passed through my mouth and my tongue cradled his balls.

The older man pulled his shorts down to reveal a 6 inch, upward arching, well tanned cock with decent thickness. It was a very pretty cock.

the Latino man waved the older man over and directed me to begin sucking him as well.

Naturally, i obliged as the two vegan fondling each other, even sucking each other’s nipples and kissing while i attended to both of them.

I was really enjoying having two hard cocks to play with. Often, using my spit as lube, I’d rub them together at the head just before picking one to deepthroat.

This went on for several minutes before the Latino man placed his hand under my chin, and raised me to my feet.

‘Follow me…’

Without hesitation, he guided us to the back room.

There is a padded, round table situated under a monitor that was playing gay porn. A Twink was being fucked while he lay on his back by a large, muscular black man with a very large penis.

I crawled onto the table, mersin escort bayan remained on all fours, spread my knees as far as i could, opened my mouth wide and waited for what was to come.

The older man took full advantage of my waiting mouth; slowly fucking himself as far into my mouth as he could.

Meanwhile, the Latino man starting finding my spread asshole. After toying with it for a moment, he leaned down and started to rim me. His tongue felt amazing. I was moaning like a total bitch, with my mouth full of cock. I was in total ecstasy.

Before long i could feel the head of his cock right against my moistened hole. He began to really lean into me, and I pushed back…

When i felt him enter me, all of the endorphins in my body rushed to my head, and i began hungrily taking down the cock in my mouth as i rhythmically pushed back on the other’s fat cock.

i couldn’t believe how fucking good this all felt. He was pounding my ass and i kept pushing back to take him deeper. The man i was giving oral to began to moan more and more. By the time he told me he was going to cum, he’d already began unloading. Some ran out of the corners of my mouth and dropped onto the table.

Moments later, he made his exit, and my Latin friend rolled me onto my back. He slid me more forward and pushed my knees back. We spent the next five minutes with him fucking me at a nice, even pace while periodically and gently stroking me.

I began to hear the unmistakable sound of high heels approaching and immediately got more horny at the thought of what might be coming.

Jackpot!

A very nicely built, skinny, young boy in black panties, bra, though high stockings and 6 inch stilettos.

Holy fuck. Passable by no means, but with the redhead wig and the outfit, sexy as hell.

She looked so excited when she saw us.

I motioned her to lean in to me. When she did, i leaned in to kiss her. She put her tongue in my mouth and it made my mind swirl as i lay on my back, taking this beautiful cock balls deep.

I begged for her to sit on my face.

She pulled her panties to the side and leaned her ass just over my lips. Holy fuck. I couldn’t believe it. Rimming her tight little hole had me so hard i thought i was going to cum.

She leaned down and gently started to suck my cock. The Latino man kept saying how hot it was, and i wondered how long he’d last.

She drove me to the edge of cumming nearly 5 times. Then, with my head still hanging off the edge of the table, she said her hard on between my lips. It wasn’t a big cock, but it felt really good in my mouth. She put her hand in my throat and would tell me how good i felt. When she pulled her cock out, I begged her to ride me.

She teased for a bit, asking if i really wanted it. This caused the Latino man to really start drilling me. I could barely make a word.

She got up on the table with me, and lowered herself down onto my awaiting, severely hard cock. Oh my God. Words can’t describe how soft and warm her asshole felt. I could barely see I was so excited and in awe.

The three of us settled into a rhythm. He was fucking me deep and at a good pace while she seductively escort mersin rode me.

Finally, the Latino man couldn’t take any more. He sharply grabbed my hips and pulled me, with her on top of me, to the edge of the table. He let his head lean back, and he loudly moaned as i felt him shoot rope after rope after rope into my hole. He must’ve twitched 12 or 13 times.

A moment later, he pulled out of me, and walked around to the other side of the table. He kissed me deeply for about 10 seconds before resting his cock on my lips. I took him into my mouth and drained what few drops of cum remained. He pulled back and began to dress himself. Before leaving, he left a business card with some writing on it next to me on the table.

Full of cum, and horny beyond all reasoning, i still had this sexy CD riding me.

I directed her to lay on her back so i could look at her face while i fucked her.

I stood up, and she spread herself wide open. My cock pushed right into her asshole again. She pulled her knees back and pointed her toes in a very sexy pose.

I unbuckled one of her heels so that I could kiss and run my tongue over the arches and toes of her stocking feet. She moaned and began to rub her toes over my chest while i pushed balls deep into her ass.

She got this look of total pleasure on her face every time i pushed myself all the way in.

I hadn’t even noticed that the taller, older man from earlier was now in the room with us. Watching and groping at himself.

His pants were slung under his hips and his cock was semi hard. It was long. Over 7 inches. Not very thick, but nice nonetheless.

He stood behind me and began to grind his hardening cock between my ass cheeks as i plowed away on this young little CD. She got more turned on. I started to stroke her hard on, and within 30 seconds, she began to spurt her load onto her tight stomach.

Between her her asshole twitching and his cock pushing against me, i knew i couldn’t last. He kept egging me on

‘Fuck that little boy pussy. Give it to her, daddy. Fuck that little slut…’

I pulled my cock out and proceeded to absolutely rocket cum across the room. it shot 6 feet and sprayed into the wall. The second blast completely drenched her from right next to her eye to her belly. I rifled four more spurts onto her.

Goddamn.

Without missing a beat, the older man turned me around and pushed me to my knees. His cock stood at attention and he pushed it right against my lips.

Blinded with how hot this all was, i immediately started hungrily sucking him. In a matter of seconds i was joined by the CD. We both took turns furiously pleasuring him.

He didn’t last long and soon was shooting his load onto our intertwined tongues as he loudly let out a sigh of relief.

As he backed away, my cock was at fill attention again. The CD and i were kissing deeply and sharing his load.

She spit into her hand, and began stroking me fast and steadily. We were still on our knees and her tongue was deep in my mouth when i started nearly losing all control. Again, a torrent of cum gushed from my cock all over her legs and stomach.

We both sat back up on the table and made out for a bit longer. We then decided to go clean ourselves up in the bathroom.

I took down her number so we could meet again soon and we parted ways with another long, deep kiss.

As i gathered my things, i remembered the business card. It only had an address and a word written on the back…

Hmmmmm

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Ian and Michael – Coming to Terms Ch. 02

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September 3rd 2007.

I woke up in a daze looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table and panicked. It was reading 1030 am and I need to be at the restaurant for my shift in thirty minutes. I got up rushed to get ready grabbing my uniform as I ran out the door, my mom had left the keys to the sedan out for me.

I arrived at 1055 to a stern look from my floor manager.

“Ian if you want to be a server you need to show up on time,” he said playing with the wispy blonde goatee that he was trying to grow.

“Sorry John” I told him, “I over slept so I’m a little flustered today,” as I walked to the hosting station and started wiping down menus for customers when they came.

It was a rough day, my mind kept wandering to what had happened last night. Everytime I replayed events in my head my cheeks would start to burn and I would mess up whatever I was doing. I went over the things I had said to him and groaned internally remembering that I had said he was the biggest cock I had ever seen. Of course he was his is the only one I’ve seen in person aside my own and the boys from gym class.

During my fifteen minute break I flipped my phone open and saw a message from Sam letting me know she was heading back to her dorms around 7 tonight and wanted to hang before then. I replied I’d be done at five and would head over right away.

There was also another message from an unsaved number saying: Hey had fun last night 😉 hope we can do it again. My heat leaped into my throat and I felt my dick twitching. ordu escort I didn’t know how to reply and just said the boring sure no problem.

I got a message back as I was about to head back to work saying: Awesome how’s tonight sound, I’m at the Campbell’s house till tonight. I laughed out loud at my good Fortune and told him I was heading there after work and that I would see him there.

I had the biggest smile on my face the rest of my shift, and didn’t even order my normal Greek salad after work and just bolted out the door. I called my mom letting her know what was going on and not to save me any dinner as I’d likely eat at the Campbell’s.

I got to Sam’s and went through the normal run down of hellos to her parents, Todd, Sam and Michael were in the shed waiting for me to arrive so I went on out there. I could here the music before I opened the door it was a band I had never heard of, it was way heavier than the stuff I was used to listening too. When I walked in I noticed Todd had control of the CD player hence the choice of Uber hardcore metal.

Sam and Michael were on the couch the middle free for me to squeeze into, as I sat down I looked at Michael and nervously smiled at him while brushing my hair away from my eyes. He smiled back and my heart did a back flip.

We sat and chilled listening to music and talking about random shit, eventually Todd left and the music switched to music more my style. Sam busted out the bong and some weed and we smoked a few bowls ordu escort bayan before too long Sam left as well to go pack to return to her dorm. That left just Michael and I.

I looked over to say something to him when he essentially jumped me and started to make out with me. After a few minute I felt him playing with the bulge on my pants, nervousness over took me and I broke off the kiss

“Sorry” I said, “I’m just a little self conscious, I know I’m not the biggest so I don’t want you to be to upset” which was true I was definitely under average for length at 5″ but I made up for it with a thicker cock than most I noticed.

He laughed “don’t worry” he said as he undid my belt and pants fishing into my boxer briefs and pulling my already hard cock out and started to stroke it. It felt so good I had never had anyone else touch me before and I was in heaven. After a few minutes of this he readjusted and went down on me taking my whole cock in his mouth in one go and sucking like a pro. He definitely has experience.

It took me less than a minute to cum in his mouth he giggled a little and came up and started to make out with my while he still had my cum in his mouth. Something came over me and I accepted the kiss and let him deposit my own seed in my mouth, it tastes sweet compared to his last night.

“How was that?” He asked with a big smile on his face, I was flustered.

I looked him in the eyes and even surprised myself by saying: “Great but I’d rather give escort ordu than receive” and moved to take his cock out of his pants. He once again wasn’t wearing underwear so it was easy to get to. He was only semi hard as I went down and start to suck his cock.

He moaned and said “My god, toy are a natural at this, one of the best” his words encouraged me and I want to town, moans escaping from my lips as I bobbed my head up and down until he told me he was going to come soon.

I pulled my mouth off his dick and as if someone else had control of my looked him in the eyes and said “cum all over my face, please, I want it, no need to feel your warm seed on my face.” He stood up and started to jerk his big thick cock until he moaned loud and 3 large strings of cum hit me in the face mostly near my mouth and it started to drip on the floor as I cleaned his cock of any juices that may linger.

Sam walked back in saw my cum covered face and laughed giving Michael a high five ” Say good by to Mike you little slut, we gotta go” I was upset by her proclamation but for up and wiped my face on some paper towel and kissed Michael good by telling him to message me whenever. We also made plans to meet that Friday night after I was done work. I would head to his apartment in the city.

“I’ll take you on a date, how bout it?” He asked me and I blushed saying that yes I would love that and kisses him one last time, in front of the whole house and I didn’t care. I didn’t feel as confused and dazed as I did last night. In fact the opposite I felt more sure of my self. Until I got home and I remembered who my family was.

I sat in the sedan and cried, recalling a memory of something my dad said when we had gone to the city and saw a gay couple holding hands. ” I’d rather be dead then have a faggot for a son”

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It was my senior year in college. It was spring and we were blowing off some steam. I only had a few weeks of school left and I had already landed an amazing job that I would start at the end of June.

I was a fashion design student at Otis College of Art and Design in Los Angeles. And in a few months I’d be starting a paid internship at a fashion house in LA, working with some of the best drapers in the business.

My best friend Chanel had insisted we go to some bar to see a band play tonight. I was tired from the long school year, but I’d humor her. There was a hot guy in the band that she was into, so I was going to be the best gay bestie and wingman for her tonight.

My boyfriend Mario didn’t want to come with us, so I was only here to support Chanel. We were on the list at the door and got in immediately. It was starting to get crowded and the band was supposed to go on in about a half hour. I grabbed us some Claws to start the night.

Felix, the guy from the band that Chanel was into, came and hung out with us for a few minutes before the show. He was hot, I understood why Chanel was so into this guy. Felix was gorgeous and the singer in a popular local band. The band was recently signed, but they were still playing clubs, so I’m not sure how legit it all was. Clubs and concerts weren’t my usual idea of fun.

Chanel was heading to St. Louis after graduation for a job, so I would brave the club to hang out with her before she moved away. We’d grown close over the past few years. She had introduced me to Mario.

I had met Chanel halfway through our freshman year. We both worked part time in the campus bookstore. We were in totally different programs of study at school, so we probably wouldn’t have met if we hadn’t both worked there. We clicked right away and started hanging together immediately.

She always had a boyfriend, lots of different, consecutive boyfriends. She wanted us to double date so she introduced me to Mario, who was in her study group. We went on a few dates and eventually we got serious around the beginning of sophomore year.

Lately, Mario never wanted to go out and he seemed distant. My initial reaction was to be upset but I quickly realized, I didn’t miss him that much. But with graduation so close and a new job looming, I just went with the flow and stayed with him. It was boring, but it was consistent and easy.

I had asked Mario to come to the club tonight even though I knew he’d say no before I even asked. He said no. So I was going to have fun with Chanel and help her land Felix, not that she needed much help.

The band was pretty good and Felix sang every song right to Chanel. She was floating during the whole show. Afterwards we got to go backstage and hang out with the guys. Chanel immediately abandoned me for Felix, which I had expected. I grabbed a beer and stood against the wall with some other hangers-on and crew.

“Did you catch the show tonight?” Someone said near my ear.

I looked around and saw a tall, good looking guy leaning next to me. I nodded to indicate I’d seen the show.

“What did you think?” He asked.

“It was good. Not really my thing. I’m here for my friend.” I pointed to the couch where Felix was holding court with a smiling Chanel in his lap.

“She doesn’t seem to need you.” It seemed like he was going to say more, but then didn’t.

“Well, she’s good for now, but I’m not abandoning a girl, at a club, with a guy she doesn’t know that well.” I kind of snapped at him.

“Sorry, that’s not what I meant. Besides, Felix is a good guy. She’s safe.” He took a drink from his red cup.

“You know Felix?”

“You saw the show, right?” He asked me kind of sarcastically.

“Yeah, I just said that.” I replied.

He laughed. “It really must not be your thing. I was standing right next to Felix on stage, all night.” He mimed playing a guitar.

“Sorry. You look different back here in regular light instead of the bright flashing lights on stage.” I didn’t recognize him at all. I realized I hadn’t really paid much attention to the show.

“I’m doing a handful of shows with them while the usual lead guitarist is out for shoulder surgery. I’m Toby.” He offered his hand for me to shake.

“Hey, I’m Oliver. Nice to meet you.” I shook his hand. I made sure to seem casual. I’m not looking to lead anyone on. I’m dating Mario and I’m not looking for anything else right now.

“How do you and Chanel know each other?”

What was with this guy and the small talk? It was kind of loud back here and I’m not interested. I wish I could leave. Maybe it’s time to check in with my girl.

I somehow eradicated myself from that uncomfortable conversation and got Chanel’s attention. We decided to head out shortly after. Felix had some industry guys to entertain. We left so he could do just that.

A few weeks later Chanel begged me to go to a big house party in the hills with her so she could see Felix again. They had been hanging out but he was always busy, karaman escort so she still didn’t feel comfortable just going to hang out with him without a buddy along.

An industry party in the hills would be fashionable compared to the show at the club, so I was much more interested in this event. I agreed to go. I invited Mario. He said no. In the Uber to the party, Chanel went off about me dumpling Mario, again.

“You’re the one that introduced us.” I reminded her, knowing it would change nothing. She went on saying that she never thought we’d date for close to three years. That he was boring and he made me boring. I had heard it all before.

It was true. Both Mario and I were boring. Our relationship coasted along. It was easy and boring. Neither of us gave much effort and neither of us cared to. But with school and everything on my plate, I didn’t care to look and I didn’t want to be single either.

At the party, I got a flute of champagne and found a spot on the balcony to lean and watch the sunset over the ocean.

“Are you here for Chanel again?” A familiar voice said beside me.

“Yeah. Toby, right?” I looked up at him. I hadn’t even thought about the fact he might be here.

“Yes, you remembered. And you’re Oliver, right?” He smiled a huge smile. Tonight, in the relative cool and quiet of this balcony, he looked different. He wasn’t sweaty from rocking out and he had on a hot outfit. His pants were so tight, I could practically make out every detail of his huge dick. Jesus.

“Yes, that’s me, Chanel’s wingman.” I smiled and looked back out at the water to avoid ogling his giant cock.

“Oh hey, this is my boyfriend, Simon.” He said and pointed to a thin guy that was walking over to us. I was equally relieved and disappointed that he had a boyfriend. It felt strange.

“Nice to meet you Simon, I’m Oliver.” I shook his hand. His hand was limp and clammy. He was very prissy looking and he clearly wanted to mark his territory because he nearly sucked Toby’s tongue down his throat right after we shook hands. I quickly made my excuses and went into the house.

Chanel ended up dating Felix for a few months until we graduated and she left for Missouri. I had hung out with her and the band a handful of times and I’d met the actual lead guitarist at the last party I went to with Chanel before we went our separate ways. Toby hadn’t been there and I was kind of sad about it, surprisingly.

Chanel left and Mario and I really started to drift apart. I realized we’d already been this far apart but without my friend by my side, keeping me busy, it became too obvious to ignore. We didn’t break up exactly. We just stopped being together and neither of us cared enough to break it off. It was just over.

I started the new job, which was the breath of fresh air I needed. I made friends with a bunch of my coworkers, but my favorite was Ruby, by far. Ruby was non-binary and I loved them. They were fun and vivacious and desperately fashionable. I wanted to be Ruby.

Ruby took me to much better clubs than Chanel had, but Ruby was an LA local with a monied background. It made sense that we rolled like sparkly ballers now. We got comped and drank for free everywhere we went.

We got to go to a music award show afterparty that was so star studded, I was trying not to fashion queen out every five minutes. While I was in the gift bag room, I ran into Toby and Simon. First of all, yes, there is a room just for you to go and collect your swag bag. I’ve never felt so LA in my life.

Simon was drunk and he wanted to be belligerent but he was too sloppy to actually pull it off. Toby seemed genuinely happy to see me which made my sexy bits tingle.

After the afterparty, Toby put drunk-ass Simon in an Uber and sent him home. Ruby left the party with a “sexy someone” that I’m almost sure was Jared Leto. Toby and I went to get breakfast at a local diner as it was nearly four in the morning.

I found out that Toby was a studio musician. He worked for several huge producers and he had played on tons of incredible projects. He was the same age as me, twenty two. We were both working in our dream career fields and we were both artists, in our own ways. Toby could play nearly every instrument and he was impressed with my portfolio I showed him on my phone.

I felt butterflies and sparks all night, but he was with Simon, so I didn’t act on it. At the end of the night he looked like he wanted to kiss me, but he was ever the gentleman. He rode in the Uber with me, as it dropped me off at my place. We had exchanged numbers and promised to hang out again sometime.

Life got busy after that and I was working all the time. Ruby was now dating a model and they were always off with him, traveling to exotic photoshoots and locations. I texted with Toby occasionally, but we never found time to hang out.

Over the holidays that year, I met a nice older man in the fashion industry, named Jason. He was sexy and mysterious karaman escort bayan and I was crazy about him. We spent the holidays together and on New Years Day I found myself on a private yacht with him in Miami.

After that trip he asked me to move in with him and I did. I was with Jason for over a year when I found out he had a wife and two kids in New York and another baby momma and infant in Miami. An infant that had been conceived, carried and birthed all while we were together.

I reached out to Toby when it was all crashing down and he let me sleep on his couch for a week while I figured out where to go next. He wasn’t with Simon anymore, but he was getting ready to go on tour with a huge act and he’d be gone for months, so neither of us made a move.

I ended up subletting his place for the last five months of his lease while he traveled. I got a studio apartment after that. Toby and I texted and FaceTimed a lot while he was on the road. We grew very close. It was special. I started to really fall for him, but like it had always been, our timing was off and we never got a chance to try to be anything.

By the time he got home, I was going to Paris with one of the designers to assist during some big meetings and several fashion shoots. In Paris I met a local named Dante. Dante and I had lots of crazy wild sex while I was in the city of lights.

He was in his early thirties and was suave and sexy. He always made me feel attractive and desirable. Dante took me to an underground sex club one night. And that night he convinced me to have sex in public at the party.

He was kissing me and he backed me up against a pillar in one of the rooms at the party and stripped me bare while we drew a small audience. After I was nude, he turned me around and fucked me from behind while a dozen people watched. It was fun and exhilarating, but it was something I wouldn’t do back home. This was strictly part of my Paris fantasy.

When I got back to Los Angeles, Toby was dating several guys and living the rock star lifestyle. We lost touch for a few months. I had a party at a restaurant for my twenty fifth birthday and I texted an invite to Toby. I assumed he wouldn’t make it since his career and personal life were both so crazy right now.

Not only did Toby show up, but he showed up with a bouquet of red roses and he looked like sex on a stick. He had turned twenty five just a few months before. He stood an inch over six feet. He was lean and muscular and he looked gorgeous to me, standing there holding those flowers.

His big hazel eyes were locked on me. His brown hair was perfectly imperfect and his tight jeans showed off his ample manhood. His smile melted my brain. I rushed to him and hugged him tightly. He stayed by my side all night.

After my party I went back to his place. He was single now. He had tried to live the life of a freewheeling rocker but he had found it lacking. He was lonely no matter how many people he hooked up with. I was close to giving up on finding someone to date. I was ready to be single for a while. But that was about to change.

That night I kissed Toby for the first time. It felt like fireworks exploding all around me. I had met him three years before. We had become friends and we had drifted in and out of each other’s lives. We had both been interested in each other, but our lives never lined up. Until now.

Toby led me to his bed and gently guided me down as our mouths connected. We slowly undressed each other as we kissed and touched, caressed. It was magical. I thought I’d rip his clothes off if I ever got the chance, but we took our time and savored each moment.

Once we were naked, he rolled over on top of me and looked into my eyes. He told me I was everything he’d always wanted and I was worth the wait.

His naked body was incredible. He had tattoos on his torso that I had never seen and below those was his giant erection. I’d seen him smuggling that sausage in his tight pants for years, but fully erect and free, it was truly impressive. He was just a fraction of an inch shy of nine inches.

He looked at my body like I was perfect. I was far from perfect. I was paler and softer than I wanted to be. I was shorter by five inches but I weighed about the same as him. Next to his muscles and lean shape, I felt chubby and unattractive. Fully erect I was about six and half inches, so I really paled in comparison to him there, too.

I usually didn’t get self conscious with guys. Just a few months ago, I had been fucked in front of strangers, but with Toby, I felt different. I wanted to impress him. I really cared what he thought. And he either sensed it or he really didn’t mind my body, because he made me feel beautiful instead of awkward.

That first night together, he worshipped my body. He made me feel truly wanted. He blew my mind with his skills. It was the best birthday ever. The best sex ever.

He started by kissing me from head to toe. escort karaman He took his time and had my whole body vibrating with need before he finished. He licked and sucked my dick. I tried to repay that favor but he insisted that since it was my birthday, it was all about me tonight.

He lifted my legs and spread me wide open before him. He licked my hole and ate my ass until I was begging him to fuck me. Finally, as I watched him move closer, he smiled at me and lined himself up to enter me.

He knew just the right angles and tempos to play me like I was his favorite guitar. He was gentle at the right times and brutal in the ways that I wanted him to be without me even directing him. He listened to my body and together we made beautiful music all night.

His giant cock felt incredible inside me. The sounds he made and the way he smelled as he fucked me hard and deep pushed me to my limits. He made me cum so hard, I thought I’d die from ecstacy. And several hours after that first time, we did it all over again. And again in the morning.

Toby and I started dating. Within a few weeks we were serious and in a full on relationship. Toby was the best boyfriend I ever had. We had fun together even when we were sitting on the couch watching TV.

We complimented each other in almost every way. The things I wasn’t good at, he was good at, and vice versa. He cooked. I cleaned. He did laundry and I managed the bank account. It felt balanced and easy. We never fought about the big stuff.

Weeks turned to months and months turned into a year. On my birthday, our first anniversary, Toby took me to Hawaii to celebrate both occasions. It was heaven on earth.

We checked into our luxury seaside suite and had amazing sex immediately.

“Oliver, get on that bed.” He said to me about six seconds after we walked into the room and shut the door behind us.

I crawled onto the bed and lay back to watch him. He slowly removed his shirt and then his pants and underwear. He stood in front of me, erect and glorious.

“I love you, Toby.” I said it as I looked at this man displaying himself to me. He was mine. I loved him more than I’d ever even thought possible.

“I love you, Oliver. You are my whole world.” He walked to the edge of the bed and started pulling at my clothes. He undressed me and then crawled on top of me.

“What do you want, birthday boy?” He smiled at me and then he kissed my lips and then my neck.

“I want you, Toby. All I need is you.” I would take him anyway he wanted to give himself to me. He made my heart race more everyday.

“How about you ride this big cock?” He grinned at me. He knew I loved to be on top. He rolled us over so he was underneath. He lay flat on his back and helped guide me onto his hips.

I straddled him, feeling his excitement under my ass. I ran my hands down his chest, feeling his pecs and his abs. He smiled at me, clearly enjoying me enjoying him.

I lifted myself up and held his erection in my hand to guide it to my opening. I loved his penis. It was the perfect amount of big, without being painfully big. It still took my breath away every time we fucked.

I slid down onto him easily. Our bodies fitting together perfectly after a year of incredible sex with each other. I gasped as he filled me. He moaned as my tight hole gripped him. After a few seconds, my body relaxed and I started to roll my hips.

“That’s it, babe. Ride me. Damn, that feels so good. You feel so good.”

I rode him harder and harder until the sounds of our bodies slapping into each other and our skin sticking together from our fresh sweat, grew loud.

He grabbed my hips tightly and thrust himself up off the bed, into me repeatedly. I rode him faster and my moans got even louder.

He always made me cum hard. It was incredible every single time. This time was no exception. My legs were turning to jelly as I started to feel my orgasm approaching. I was having a hard time controlling my rhythm now.

Toby sat up underneath me and wrapped his arms around me. He flipped me on to my back between his legs and then he climbed over me and swiftly entered me. He started up our previous building tempo.

His hips thrust him forward and deeply inside me repeatedly. I could feel coils of pleasure building in my stomach. Every stroke pushed me closer.

“Fuck! I love you, babe!” He was dripping with sweat as he drove into me relentlessly.

“Toby, please! Yes!” The pressure inside was nearly ready to burst. I felt my body clenching and pushing against him as he fucked me faster still.

I saw him clench his jaw and all the tendons in his neck stood out as he thrust into me the last few times before he yelled out and started to cum.

I loved how this man gave me his all, every time. He always was a man possessed, a completely wild animal. He never left me wanting. He completely satisfied me.

His eruption pushed me over the edge and I came in huge spurts, my legs going rigid as my body convulsed.

We both strained together and then collapsed onto each other. We lay in a tangle of limbs, panting and gasping for air.

As was often the case, once I started getting my breathing back under control, I started to laugh. He just shook his head and laughed at me laughing. Our sex life was amazing.

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Bonds Unbroken Ch. 05

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**Reader Caution: This chapter has violent content.**

I had no way to tell how long I had been out or where we were when I woke up. My mouth tasted awful, a bitter metallic flavor coated my tongue and my head was pounding. My hands were completely encased in cotton and seemed to be fastened together behind my back. My wings ached where I was laying on them and the cuts on my face throbbed. I tried to stay still to hear something from our captors that might give me some idea of where we were but I grunted when we went around a corner and my weight shifted painfully, alerting them to the fact I was awake.

The man who had taunted Natham leaned over the seat I was dumped on and smirked at me.

“Well, well, look who’s awake.” His eyes were dead and cold and I shivered as I met his slit pupil gaze.

Snake.

He was one of the Snake clan. I remained silent as I silently promised him his death. He hissed at me and I sneered. Let him underestimate me based on my size. My retribution would be all the sweeter.

“Not long now, baby bird. We’ll soon have you exactly where we want you and your clan and your land will be ours. I saw your mother once with your father. She’s a delectable little tidbit. Do you think she’d sing for me while I use her before passing her to our human accomplices?”

I could not remain silent. “You stay away from my mother!”

I fought against my bonds but I couldn’t move them an inch, my struggles earning me only pain in my wrists from the metal cutting into my skin. He gave that little hissing laugh, as if he could feel the pain and relished it. I wanted nothing more than to kill the bastard. His head moved away from my line of sight and I could hear small sounds in the backseat where Natham had been.

I thumped my head back against the seat, feeling tears burn in my eyes. The men who had killed my father and tortured my mate were torturing him again and I could do nothing to stop it. I strained against my bonds, not caring when I felt hot fluid begin to drip down my wrists. I was so lost in my hate and self-recrimination that I didn’t even feel the sting of another shot before I was sucked back into unconsciousness by the drug’s insidious pull.

***

This time when I woke up we were no longer moving and my arms were no longer bound together behind my back. Instead I was hanging from the ceiling, suspended by thick, cold metal bands that dug into my wrists.

My shoulders and elbows screamed in protest from holding all my weight while my feet hung several inches above the floor and my wing tips just brushed the cold concrete floor.

I couldn’t move my wings at all; someone had bound them to my body and I was unable to break the restraint. I struggled wildly and finally had to stop from the pain in my already cut wrists. I rested, panting and slumping as far as my bonds allowed me.

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching and I brought my head up to glare at one of my captors entering the room. Captive or not, I was the leader of my clan and all the clans in my territory.

I would not cower or show weakness!

A tall man was coming toward me with a lazy stroll, his eyes gleaming covetously at me, as if he had a new toy and all the time in the world to play with it. He was a cat and I caught the musky scent that accompanied a leopard. His skin was a golden yellow and his eyes were pitch black, reflecting the light like shiny black onyx. Finger long teeth glistened in the harsh fluorescent light when he sneered at me.

“The son is not nearly as impressive as the father.”

He spoke to someone behind me. It wasn’t until then that I realized I wasn’t alone; realized that my struggles and failure to free myself had been witnessed. The thought made me burn in anger and my fingers curved in the urge to rake my talons down the smug faces of my captors.

The man who moved around from behind me was the cat Carthera had originally grabbed me from the mall. He moved toward the other man aggressively but his manner held a hint of subservience. I could tell this new cat, the leopard, was important. The door he had come in was left open and I debated struggling again in an attempt to get free and reach it. It was unlikely I would be able to break the thick metal so trying to escape right then was futile. I decided to conserve my strength and listen to discover whatever I could.

As long as they didn’t kill me first I might find out more about these ferals and their operation to take over my territory. With the door open I could hear strange sounds coming from the hall but I was distracted from them when the cat who had grabbed Natham and me from the mall started speaking.

“It was simple. The plan went off perfectly,” he said smugly. “Now, I expect to be paid.”

“Of course the plan was perfect; it was mine!” the leopard hissed. “If your mercenaries hadn’t failed at the warehouse in the first place none of this would have been necessary. Now I have to finesse the situation to prevent the other clans from banding together even with their leader missing. Your giresun escort incompetence has made my job that much harder. You will be compensated when his clan gives up their rights to their territory and hands over their accounts, not one second before. Your job is not over yet; there are still the Falcons to be considered. They are fearful opponents!”

“I fear nothing!” the mercenary scoffed. “The warriors with Keserem were no trouble.”

“You had the advantage in numbers and the police had secured them before they knew anything was up. Don’t get cocky!” the leopard snarled at him.

“The Falcon clan has held supremacy over the other clans because they are both smart and ferocious in battle. You would be wise to remember that they may be small but they are not weak.”

The man eyed me and the cuts on my face from his claws. “Their leader is,” he said cockily.

“A youngling not fully matured? Yeah, big challenge,” The leopard scoffed. “He is not important of himself, other than a good way to torture my wayward son and to get control of his clan. If those Falcons hadn’t raided the center and stolen Natham they both would have died by now and I would have been able to take over the clans days ago.”

I was confused; this leopard was Natham’s father?

How was that possible when they were different clans?

I blanched at the thought of the thought of dying but he was right. As badly starved as Natham was when the Falcons found him, the continued abuse on his body would have killed him in another day or two. Carthera are strong and we heal quickly but that comes at a price. Our bodies need a lot of fuel and most clans are very social and tactile. Sensory deprivation coupled with physical abuse, along with starvation would have killed Natham if my men hadn’t found him and brought him to the eyrie.

If Natham hadn’t been rescued, I would have died along with my mate, though we never exchanged a blood bond in person. The clans would have fallen into disarray and my father’s territory would have been easy pickings. This Carthera was cowardly, using abuse and torture on someone he claimed as family in order to gain power. I was furious that my father died at his dishonorable hand by trickery and a shriek of fury I could not hold back was smothered by the foul gag they must have shoved in my mouth the last time I was unconscious.

The sound was still audible and made them turn their attention to me.

“Oh, don’t like that idea do you, little bird?”

The leopard and the other cat laughed maliciously. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to worry about that much longer.” I expected them to beat me or continue gloat over my bound body but they didn’t. The leopard stroked his claws across the exposed flesh of my stomach, creating four shallow cuts that welled up with blood. He licked one claw daintily, tasting me.

“Hmm, delicious. I always enjoyed a young tender morsel for dinner.” He cleaned his other claws, lapping delicately at them with his rough pink tongue as he savored my blood while watching me. I could feel my eyes open wide and my breath came faster as panic began to set in.

I did not want to be eaten!

The other cat Carthera watched avidly, his nose practically quivering as he took in the scent of my blood and the stink of my fear and anger. The pink tip of his tongue came out and he quickly licked his lips was he watched the small cuts drip blood that ran in trails to soak into the waistband of my pants. His eyes gleamed and he practically quivered in want as I shuddered. My nose was not as good as other Carthera species but I didn’t need to smell his scent to know that he lusted after me.

The bulge in his pants was more than enough. Sick, sadistic bastard.

“We’ll be back, little bird. Don’t worry, we won’t leave you all alone here; not for long anyway.” With an evil smirk the leopard stalked from the room, snapping orders to someone as he entered the hall. The mercenary cat was still staring at me as he backed out of the room, pulling the door shut at the last moment. The way his eyes had lingered over where my pants hung on my hips had me worried. Though I was pretty sure being raped would really hurt more than being eaten I didn’t want to experience either. The light in the room shut off and I was plunged into darkness.

I could no longer hear any sounds with the thick door closed. I was alone in a cold dark room and hanging painfully from the ceiling. The metal manacles were digging into my wrists and I could feel small trickles of blood running down my arms from my raw wrists as I struggled repeatedly to break loose. I worked at the foul material held in my mouth by a strip of tape, trying to dislodge it or at least compress it so that my jaw wasn’t quite as stretched.

I slumped in my bonds, sucking in air through my nose, trying not to lose control over my panic and fear.

A small square of light came in a small hole in the door, the only ‘window’ the room had. The dark was so reminiscent of my dreams that it was almost impossible to fight giresun escort bayan down the panic that urged me to scream. I knew if I started I wouldn’t be able to stop. I couldn’t afford that type of weakness. I focused on the small square of light as if my life depended on it; certainly my sanity did. I wasn’t sure how long I would be kept there or what Natham’s father would do to me but I could imagine it all too well.

Hours must have passed as I hung there. I dozed off once and jerked when I woke up, fiery pain from the shackles rubbing my raw wrists made me groan into the soaked fabric gag still stuffing my mouth. I could not believe I fell asleep when I was facing certain torture and death. I tried to keep my eyes open and focused on that small light but the demands of my body for sleep were simply too much. Soon my chin hung to my chest and I slipped into my dreams.

***

If one’s waking world is nightmarish it only stands to reason that your dreams should be pleasant and full of hope to give you an escape.

But that is a child’s view of things. Bad things don’t just happen to bad people and you aren’t going to receive something ‘good’ just because you feel you deserve it. So of course when I could no longer fight my body’s need for sleep I slipped not into pleasant dreams of my family and better times, but into my familiar nightmare.

This time it was not all dark; it was more vivid and real, almost as if it were happening to me in person. I could see rough stones and feel the cold of a slab beneath my body. I strained to move but I was trapped, unable to twitch even a finger. A line of pain, sharp and hot, lanced across my back to join other stripes already burning from my shoulders to my knees. I shuddered and realized that I was being whipped, the skin flayed from the back of my body by someone with the precision of a long time torturer.

This time words came also, hissing insults and threats, spiteful gloating and hatred spewing from the person whipping me. He grabbed me by my long braid and jerked my head up to spit in my face. It was in that moment I fully realized what this was, what my nightmares had always been. I was within Natham; feeling what he felt as if we shared one body. The fear and pain that had made me scream as a child had always been his, but the reality was so much worse than I had imagined.

I hated the fact that he had known a life like this. I was sad for him and furious at the torture my mate had been forced to endure for years. I would not allow this to continue. We were mates, we were supposed to be bonded, no matter what the strange circumstances that had begun our bond.

I willed strength into Natham through the dream. I tried to share with him my courage and fortitude. I sent him love and the promise of retribution.

I was filled with an icy resolve. I would make these men pay and pay dearly for harming those I loved.

I could faintly sense his surprise and then a surge of love came back at me. It held the taint of resignation and a sense of absolute despair that shocked and scared me. I tried to send reassurance but I could feel the spark that made Natham into who he was slowly fading. He had been recovering nicely the last few days but his tormentors had done too good a job on his mind as well as his body.

He was on the brink of the death of his soul.

I struggled to send him a sense of hope that I barely could feel myself.

I jerked in my chains as I woke suddenly to cold water being flung over me.

I shook my wet hair from my eyes and glared at the men who entered my cell. It was the cat from before of course, and another lackey of Natham’s father, one I recognized as the creature who had been driving the van. What surprised me was that he was human. Then I noticed his stance and his posture, ramrod straight with his thumbs hooked into his belt.

It was the service style revolver tucked into a hip holster that clinched it for me. The man was a cop, one of the crooked humans that had to have helped these Carthera kill my father. I lunged at him, hating him with every fiber of my being as I strained to reach him. Just a moment free and the man’s guts would spill from his fat stomach to tangle at his feet.

“Oh the pretty little bird wants to play does he?” The mercenary laughed as he tore the tape off my face. He stepped back as I spit out the sodden fabric, my tongue and mouth aching from the sudden change in position.

“Fuck you!” I worked my jaw and glared at them.

“Oh no, I think the opposite really,” he said as he smirked at me and his eyes ran down my body to be stopped at my pants. “Those really have to go before we can get to business.”

The cat gestured for the human to come closer to me. “Take off his pants.”

“Are you sure it’s safe, Trest?” The cop was eyeing me warily. “The other one put up quite a fight. I don’t want to end up with a broken arm like Stevens just because I want to get my jollies off inside one of these sissy birds.”

“Don’t be stupid. Look at him, he’s escort giresun a youngling,” Trest scoffed. “He’s small, thin, and weak.”

For a long awful moment I thought they were speaking of Natham. My breath froze and I wailed inside, not for the fear of what was to come for myself but for the violation of my mate. I was still awash with his feelings, his bitter despair and the thought that it was because they had raped him stunned me. My adversaries paid no attention to my bound body and continued arguing. I no longer feared them for myself; I felt nothing but a fiery rage that consumed me.

I wanted them to come closer so I could tear them apart for harming my mate.

I shrieked, the sound interrupting their argument and making the human back up. My eyes glowed red and I could feel my talons growing longer and sharpening into razor sharp claws that were ready to rend my opponents belly’s open in one swipe. My wings flexed and this time the bindings didn’t stand a chance. I had entered full hunting mode; there was nothing and no one who would stop me from avenging my mate and freeing him from further torture.

“His wings are free, help me!” Trest yelled. They rushed toward me, Trest hanging back a little like the cowardly bastard he was, ordering a human to do his dirty work.

The human ran straight at me though and I flexed my stomach muscles bringing up my feet. My shoes and socks had fallen or been torn off long before and his eyes widened when he saw the lethal four inch blade like talons coming for him. Lashing out with one long leg, I laid his belly open from sternum to groin, shredding his shirt and skin both like they were paper. Blood gushed from his torso as he screamed and fell to the ground, curling around his wounded belly. Bulging from the fatal tears in his skin were the pink curves of his intestines and other organs that should never be seen outside the human body. He was wailing in agony, as good as dead as his life flowed out of him with every beat of his heart.

Trest managed to stop before he got within range though I swiped at him with my other foot as I shrieked.

“Come and get me, you coward!”

He laughed. “Oh, I don’t think so. I was worried that you’d be able to get away with your wings free but you’re still dangling there like the weak little bird that you are.”

I swiped at him with my feet again, even though I wouldn’t be able to reach him.

He leered at me. “Keep fighting, I’m going to enjoy your struggles so much more that way. I do so like breaking my victims before I take them. Do you think you can really prevent this? I’m going to have you, one way or the other. All you did was get rid of one weak human.”

I shrieked and he laughed again, the sound grating across my senses.

“I don’t like the smell of carrion stinking up the place. I’ll be right back, little bird. Don’t go away now.” His overconfidence, turning his back on me with just my arms bound would be his mistake.

His last mistake.

I strained my wings to open up farther than ever before and thrust downward in a powerful sweeping motion, pushing my body toward the shackles hanging from the beam in the ceiling. It was an open beam ceiling and the manacles were connected by a long chain that actually strung through a hook buried in the solid wood beam. Getting a good grip with my hands I pulled backward, using my wings to create enough force. I used my wings in ways I had not known I could, my muscles straining, and with one final surge I managed to pull the hook from the wood beam. I felt a sharp stab of triumph.

Just then Trest came back in the room, a coil of rough rope over his shoulder and a long leather whip in his hands.

He took one step in the room and his eyes widened as I dove for him. I longed to rip his body to pieces slowly but he was bigger and stronger than me. Instead of flying into his body and trying to knock him down I went over his head to drop behind him. In the close quarters of the room I couldn’t afford to fight him hand to hand. I managed to loop the chain still binding my two wrists together around his neck as I flipped over his head. Crossing my arms, I used my wings to fly backward and pull hard on the chain. Bracing my feet against his back, I dug my talons in and pulled as he gasped for air as he twisted and tried to reach me.

I pulled harder, my face locked into a vicious snarl.

He began to falter and stumble, falling to his knees as he tried to reach me with his arms. I yanked hard on the chain, a muffled pop the only sound aside from my grunting. When he finally went down I held on for a while longer to make sure he wasn’t faking. When he was no longer even twitching I uncrossed my arms to straighten the chains and let his head fall to the stone floor. Panting, I focused on breathing for a minute, folding my wings behind me.

Pulling him over onto his back I looked in satisfaction down at his purple face, his eyes bulging and the look of shocked horror on his face still recognizable. My fury was still controlling me and I quickly slashed his throat open to ensure that he was truly dead and would never be able to rape and torture anyone else. Blood trickled from one end of the wound sluggishly. I searched in his belt and found the key to the manacles still locked around my wrists, my fury still so intense I didn’t even feel the pain as the metal cuffs fell away.

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***

“I’m gonna fucking rape you faggot!” Odie yelled. I threw a beer can at him and he winced as it hit him in the face. “Jesus, calm down Marcus!”

“Watch your language, cocksucker!”

“You’re just mad because I’m about to kill you and rape your corpse, dork!”

“Not before I fuck your wife and daughter and – oh hey Devon.” I grinned as our nerdy flatmate appeared in the doorframe. He frowned at us.

“What are you playing?” He peered at the screen. I grinned at him.

“Mario Kart. You in?” He looked tempted, but he sighed.

“I gotta study.”

“NERD!” I yelled and chucked a beer can at him. He caught it clumsily and bit his lip before throwing it back.

“Maybe later.” I sighed as he slunk back to his room. Devon was always studying. I don’t know why. He was passing easily, straight fucking A student and all. I scrape through. I learned in first year exactly how little you have to do to get Cs and I pretty much had my degree sorted from there. I turned back to the game a little reluctantly. It was always more fun with more people. And we liked to try to make Devon blush with our filthy language, he was such a prude.

“Cunt sucker!” I swore as Odie beat me again and I woke up from thinking about Devon. He laughed.

“I like that. That’s new.”

“It’s what your mum calls me.” We frowned at each other as we tried to work out if that was an insult or not and started laughing.

“Anyway, you lose, you gotta make dinner.” I sighed. I hate cooking. But fair’s fair.

“I’ll see if Dev wants anything in particular.”

I got up and headed to Devon’s room down the corridor. Five of us live here: me, Odie, Devon, Lucas and Riley. All of us knew each other except for Devon, we needed him to fill a room. We all agreed we’d made an excellent choice in our flatmate- he was quiet and nerdy as hell but he never complained about us being too loud, or smoking too much weed. He was so neat and tidy he never even needed to say anything about how messy and gross we were. We felt just bad enough to keep it together for his sake.

I knocked on his door and gave him a second.

“You can come in.” He called. I opened the door and leant on the doorway. His room was so clean. It smelled like pine and he always had the curtains open so it was light and airy. I opened my mouth to ask him what he wanted for dinner when my eyes fell on something he was half heartedly covering with his hand. A drawing. A SEXY drawing.

I reached over his desk and grabbed it.

“Hey!” I held it out.

“Holy fuck!” I replied. “Jesus, that’s hot as hell!” It was a pen and pencil drawing of some medieval chick with impossible proportions. My mouth fell open as I stared at it. “Weird porn dude, but I totally get it!” Devon laughed as he was turning pink, and took the paper off me.

“It’s not porn! It’s for my…” He cleared his throat and blushed even deeper pink. “Dungeons and Dragons campaign.” He muttered

“Oh shit, you drew that?” I looked at the picture again. It was well done, for smut, although he really didn’t have an understanding of female anatomy. “So is that you?” I sat on his bed and leant on his desk as I talked to him. He laughed.

“Na… um… here…” He shuffled through his desk and handed me a picture of a dwarf in shining armour with bulging muscles… and a bulging something else. He laughed at my expression.

“Compensating.” He joked. I laughed a little, although I couldn’t help but think about the fact that he really didn’t need to compensate for anything. I’d seen him come out of the shower by accident once. Maybe it’s because he’s so tall and thin. Maybe if he had a regular body like mine his cock wouldn’t look so obscene… “My muscles…” He said slowly, almost as though he’d followed my train of thought. Oops. My turn to blush.

“That’s so cool!” I tried to refocus. “So you all draw up these characters and then what, it’s like a board game?” I could see him roll his eyes, just the tiniest bit.

“Uh… not really. It’s like… more like Skyrim I guess? Only just pen and paper and dice.”

“Sweet!”

“You wanna… Come? We could play a one shot to see if you’re into it?” He suddenly looked away and cleared his throat. “Ha ha, sorry, you’re probably really busy with school and-“

“Losing Mario Kart? On that note, what do you want for dinner? Couldn’t get out of it. You know my repertoire is limited but basically any pasta and pasta sauce out of a jar related cuisine is all yours.” He laughed and looked at his monitor. He swallowed.

“You want me to teach you how to make sauce not out of a jar?”

“You’re fucking with me. You can do that?!” He laughed and stood up.

“Come on, dipshit.”

—

Turns out pasta sauce not out of a jar is actually really easy to make, and fucking delicious.

“The guys have to know about this!” I said excitedly as Devon made me try it. I got them all up out of various weed, video game, study, and wanking related activities and sat them down at the dinner ığdır escort bayan table.

“Lads. Today is a momentous day. We give our thanks to Devon, Lord Devon of Italian Cuisine for introducing us to the way of pasta sauce not from a jar. Huzzah!” We clanged our beer cans together and I threw one at Devon.

“Could you just… hand that to me like a normal person?” He grunted as he fumbled the catch.

“Lads, Lord Dev has spoken. He says to stop throwing shit like barbarians while at the dinner table.” Riley said, and we burst out laughing. Dev looked a little pink and I squeezed his thigh, just so he knew we were laughing with him, not at him.

—

His door was partially open when I got home from Uni a few days later. I dont know what the fuck possesed me. I think he just fascinated me- he was so different to us. So composed. So freaking smart. I walked into his room and stood in the middle. I wondered if he had a rough side, a gross side… he had to, right? He was only human. Geeks aren’t that different from bogans, really. I tentatively opened a drawer. Books. I rolled my eyes and smiled to myself. His walls were lined with books. I opened the next drawer down. Briefs, boxer briefs, socks, and…wait what the fuck was…

“Need a hand finding anything?” Devon raised his eyebrows in the doorway. I tried to lie but I just started laughing instead. I hid my face in my hands as I choked on my own laughter.

“Dev! I’m so sorry!” I whined. “I’m so nosy, honestly it’s gonna get me into serious trouble one day. You should go through my stuff, it’s only fair.” He caught my laughter and shook his head as he sat on his bed and folded his long legs up underneath him.

“I can’t think of anything less appealing than going through your room.”

“That’s probably smart. It’s just empty beer cans and cumrags.” I was only half joking. Dev grinned at me. He had braces which I only really noticed when he smiled like that. They were oddly fascinating. Oddly… hmm.

His face fell into a frown as I looked at him.

“You ok Marcus?” I cleared my throat.

“Na dude. I’m dying of embarrassment.” I glanced around his room and slowly sat down next to him. “What was that one shot thing you were on about?”

“What, D&D?”

“So I can be any character I want?”

“Sort of… there’s um… here…” He fumbled around on his desk and managed to pull out a giant sheet of characters and classes and races. It was pretty cool- he must have drawn it up himself, it was all in his style. I studied it as it rested on our knees.

“Half-orc barbarian.” I said after looking at it. Devon laughed. “What?!”

“That’s the least surprising thing I’ve ever heard.” I rolled my eyes with a smile.

“So theres heaps of murder and rape and pillaging right?” Devon shrugged.

“Sure, but your team might hate you.”

“Aw man, this is a team thing?” He cocked his head to one side and looked at me.

“We’re meeting on Thursday if you’re free?” I thought about that. I was definitely free, and this could be kinda fun. Probably more fun than sitting on the couch by myself. And Devon would be there and I never got to hang out with him because he was always studying. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Sure thing, dude!” I grinned.

“Wait, really?” He blinked.

“Why, you think I’ll embarrass you?”

“No, meathead, you’ll definitely embarrass me, I just thought it might be a bit uh… “

“Lame?” He blushed. “Everythings lame if you’re lame about it.” I reassured him. “We’re metal, man, it’ll be dope.” He smiled.

“Alright. I’ll tell Ethan to write in a half orc barbarian. And you have to fill in a character sheet.”I groaned.

“Homework?!”

“Or you could do your real homework?” He suggested. Dammit. I smiled.

“What’s a character sheet?”

We hung out in his room while he explained what I was signing myself up for. It was actually really fun, hanging out with him, rolling dice, making up shit about our characters. We both lost track of time. There was a knock on the door eventually and Odie raised his eyebrows at us as he stood in the doorway.

“Dinner?” He said. “Been yelling at you for ten minutes.” I glanced at my phone. Huh.

“Shit.” Devon sighed and stood up. “I might have to skip dinner, I gotta study.” I frowned and got ready to argue with him but Odie was way ahead of me.

“The rules are we eat dinner together if we’re home. I don’t make the rules, man. Besides, cunt, I spent like half an hour making this.” Devon sighed.

“Fair.” He said. Odie punched my shoulder as I followed Devon out of the room.

“Enjoy your play date?”

“Fuck off.” I laughed.

—

The four of us were hanging out in the lounge on Thursday, smoking and talking shit.

“Pete is playing a gig at Valhalla tonight.” Lucas said, glancing at his phone. “We in?” I yawned.

“You guys go, I’m doing a game thing with Dev.” Riley and Lucas looked at each other.

“Pay up.” Riley said. Lucas rolled ığdır escort bayan his eyes.

“Not yet.” He turned to me. “You’ve been hanging out with Devon a lot lately.”

“Yeah he’s fucking hilarious.” I shrugged. “Nice to hang out with someone who doesnt smell like unwashed arsehole sometimes.” Riley cleared his throat.

“You’re hanging out with Dev because you like the way he smells.” He said slowly, raising his eyebrows. I laughed and threw the nearest controller at him.

“Fuck you faggot, you all like Dev too.”

“Yeah but we don’t stare at him over dinner.” Odie said. “We don’t laugh at everything he says like it’s the most hilarious shit anyone’s ever said. We don’t…” I cut him off by lifting my ass and farting in his direction. We all laughed as he trailed off, stunned.

“If its gay to enjoy playing pretend with a bunch of other guys then we’re all fucking faggots.” I laughed, gesturing towards the console setup we had in the living room. I glanced up to see Devon in the doorway, staring at me. “Speaking of which, me and this hulky dwarf have a date.” I pulled the fingers at them and grinned at Devon.

“Beer before we head out or is this better sober?”

“Definitely not better sober.” I picked up a beer to throw at him before remembering, and making room for him on the couch. He sat next to me cautiously and I carefully opened the beer and handed it to him.

—

We walked over to his friends house, about a half an hour walk. He told me about everyone else who’d be there- six of us total.

“They’re kinda dorky.” He muttered.

“Well I like you and you’re super dorky.” He laughed.

“Maybe uh… maybe don’t call them dorky to their faces.”

“Got it. Anything else?”

“Yeah ah… I know you think its lame but maybe cool it on like… faggot… cunt… that other thing you say…”

“All good. Like I’m talking to tupuna va’ine.” Dev looked thoughtfully at me. He had a little bit of hair caught in his glasses. I couldn’t stop myself, I gently pulled it out and tucked it behind his ear as he looked at me.

“What’s um… tupuna wahine?”

“Va’ine.” I corrected him. “Nana.” He nodded, and the curl fell forward again. I was so tempted to reach out and play with it. I don’t know why I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. Something about Dev just made me a little crazy. Maybe it’s just because he’s so tall. He’s so tall, just the barest hint of muscle, and basically completely smooth all over. He does have a patch of hair around his… I tried not to blush as I stopped my mind from wandering too far in a weird direction. The fuck was I on?

We walked in silence for a bit, as I thought about him.

“You’re not Maori.” He said after a bit. I laughed.

“Na mate, I’m an Islander. From Rarotonga.”

“Oh.” He smiled, exposing his braces. “Wasn’t sure if it was a bit rude to ask.”

“Never oa! Anyway, we’re all cousins.” I shrugged. “Where are you from, palangi?” Dev bit his lip.

“Well, funny story really. I don’t know.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, Mum and Dad and all my cousins have been here for generations but um… I’m adopted.”

“Oh shit.” He glanced at me and smiled with a shrug.

“I’m guessing the UK though.” He grinned. “Just a hunch that I’m probably not an Islander.” I grinned at his pale face and laughed. He’s one of those guys who gets blisters after five minutes in the sun. Classic freckly ranga.

“Maybe not.”

—

I liked his friends, but they weren’t as funny as he was, and they took the game a little seriously. They kept telling me off for charging ahead and murdering people. What was the point of a whole pretend fantasy world if you can’t murder people?

“He’s not joining our campaign.” I heard Ethan say as we took a smoke break. I was leaning against the window and I know I shouldn’t have but… well I already told you I’m nosy. Dev sighed.

“You could stand to loosen up a bit.” He said. I grinned. I knew Dev would have my back.

“He’ll derail everything.”

“So practise your improv. Be a better DM.” I craned my neck to keep listening to them as they stood in silence for a bit.

“What’s wrong with Henry?” Ethan said eventually. I heard Dev groan.

“Henry is boring and stuck up. And this isn’t… it’s not like that anyway. I just thought Marcus…”

“Keep telling yourself that.” Ethan said. I frowned. Maybe I hadn’t caught everything. I quickly straightened up as Ethan came outside and pursed his lips as he looked at me.

I hung back a little in the second half. As much fun as it was stabbing people, I had to admit there was a certain thrill in finding information and using our strengths to save the day… and it was nice that the others had stopped glaring at me every time I opened my mouth..

We finished up and Devon had to head home because he had an early class. He was looking at Ethan firmly. I glanced between them.

“So, Marcus. Um. Nice to meet you.” Ethan said.

“You too cuz!” Devon cleared his escort ığdır throat a little.

“You… I… I can write you into the campaign if you like? We meet every third Thursday.”

“Yeah! I’d be keen.” Ethan sighed.

“Cool. Great. See ya next time. See ya Dev.”

Dev was grinning as we walked away. I smiled and tried to keep up with him. His legs were too long and I had to sort of skip every now and then to match his pace.

“Oh. Sorry.” He said, as he caught me. He slowed down and I laughed.

“You make me look like a midget.”

“You are a midget.” I paused, surprised at his teasing. I’m definitely not a midget, I’m a hair under six foot and I mostly do manual labour on the weekends to pay rent. Actually compared to most people I’m kind of a giant. He caught my eye and laughed.

“I think we’re rubbing off on you.” I said with a grin. “You used to be nice.”

“I think I’m rubbing off on you.” He countered. “That was incredibly good teamwork in the second half there.”

“Whatever. I was doing that to get them to like me, I didn’t really mean it.”

“They liked you.”

“Ethan didn’t.” Devon rolled his eyes.

“Ethan doesn’t like anyone. Don’t let it get to you.”

“It doesn’t get to me!” Devon raised his eyebrows and kept his mouth shut. I coughed. “Anyway, who has classes at 8am? That’s obscene.”

“If I have early classes I can work from 1-5 instead of 5-10 and then I can get home and study and stuff.”

“Why do you study so much? You always do well.” Devon laughed.

“I wouldn’t do well if I didn’t study.”

“Did you know they pass you with C’s?” He rolled his eyes.

“Bet you could get A’s if you weren’t such a slacker.”

“I’m not a slacker! I carefully divide my time up to achieve optimal results.”

“Slacker.”

“Nerd.” He shrugged.

“Yep.” He smiled at me shyly. “I think you like that.”

“I…” I suddenly got tongue tied and blushed. I don’t know what the answer was to that. I mean, I did like him. A lot. Weird thing to say though. I kicked a pebble down the street instead of replying, and tried to work out why my hands were getting sweaty. I glanced at him and I noticed he was laughing.

“What’s funny?” I scowled.

“You.” He said. “Don’t worry about it.” I cleared my throat and kept up with him, confused. He was confusing all over really. I’d never known a guy like him.

—-

We were heading out to the pub a few days later. Devon was getting home just as we were heading out.

“Come with.” Odie said. Dev bit his lip.

“Don’t you dare say study!” I moaned. “You can take one night off. Come on, I’ll buy you a round.” He opened his mouth and paused. “That’s a yes!” I cried out.

“That’s not a yes!” He squeaked as I started to hustle him out the door with me.

“Good enough for me!” I grinned. He thumped me as we started walking down the street.

“Someone needs a lesson in consent.” He grumbled. I shrugged.

“You can go back and study if you want, geekazoid.” He looked at me.

“I’m already out.” He mumbled.

“Good lad.” I threw my arm over his shoulders- which was a bit of a reach, I’ll be honest- and started singing as we matched towards Cuba St.

——

“Export or Tui?” I leant over the counter and pulled Devon forward to look at the options. Obviously they had more on tap but the $10 jugs are the only ones really in my budget. He looked at me.

“Is there an option that isn’t shit?”

I rolled my eyes.

“You’re an expensive date, Dev.” I sighed and put my arm around his waist- that was definitely easier height wise. “Go on then, whatever you’d like.” He stood stiffly under my embrace.

“Export’s fine.”

“Na really mate, this is unprecedented. What will it be?” Devon looked at the beers on tap and gently shoulder bumped me.

“Export, really.” I looked at the bartender.

“One jug of Export and one pint of McLeod’s Hazy IPA.”

“Marcus!”

“Shut up and sit down.” Devon sighed and went to join the others. I watched him leave and turned back to the bartender, Briony. She usually hooked us up with a free round after our third or fourth, providing we didn’t get too rowdy. Riley had a major crush on her.

“He seems nice.” She said. “Where’d you meet?”

“Ahhh… Vic Deals?” I shrugged. “He’s our flatmate.”

“Ohhh.” She said. She looked at his retreating figure and back to me. “Is that weird?”

“Is what weird?” I said absentmindedly as I paid for the drinks. I looked up and she looked a little flustered.

“Nothing.” She said. “Long day. Ignore me.” I shrugged and went out to join the guys.

I was taking a leak about two hours later when I came out and Devon was sitting inside, in a booth. He was with some arsehole I’d never seen before who was pushing him way up against the wall. I frowned. Cunt. I sauntered over to them and leant against the booth. Devon glanced at me and the other guy followed his gaze.

“You good?” I asked the guy. He looked at Devon and raised his eyebrows.

“Do I… know you?” He said. I folded my arms slowly.

“Don’t think you want to, mate.” He sat back a bit from Devon, frowning. Devon sighed.

“Marcus…”

“He bothering you, Dev?” I glared at the interloper. He slowly moved away from Devon, looking between us. He sighed.

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My first gay experience came at the young age of eighteen with a much older man. This man was my cousin, the son of my mother’s sister.

I grew up on the northern east coast. He grew up in the south on a farm. We would visit most every summer. Joe was my favorite cousin. He would take me out on the tractor and taught me how to ride on the back of a flat trailer and throw bails of hey that weighed as much as I did across the pastures to feed herds of cows. He was a big, tall, gentle man who loved animals and was kind to everyone.

When I was eighteen, he was in his late thirties. He had left the farm to drive tractor-trailers for a living. He would deliver new trucks all across the country and Canada, then fly home for his next run. One summer, he delivered a stack of trucks to a dealer in our area and stayed over at our house for a few days. I was excited that my favorite cousin was staying over, but not in a million years would I have guessed that I would be taking this man’s cock and cum into my mouth that very night.

I shared a bedroom with my younger brother who was away at camp for a couple of weeks in the summer, and so my cousin roomed with me for his stay.

At an early age, I knew I had a strong sexual attraction to both men and women and I fully intended to experience a man as possible. I was never “confused” about my sexuality and just accepted my bisexuality as who I was. I would later realize that Joe was my favorite cousin because I had had a sexual attraction to him from the time I was in grade school; I just hadn’t realized it until that week he stayed with us.

On the first night of his stay as we were preparing to go to bed, he closed the bedroom door and took out a small bag containing some marijuana and a pipe. We had stayed up late watching movies and everyone else in the house was asleep. “I know you get high, right?” he asked. I told him I loved getting high. We sat on the floor under an open widow and smoke a couple of large bowls being careful to let the smoke draw through my window fan. What I didn’t tell my cousin was that getting high made me insatiably horny, and that I often got high to enhance my fantasies of giving a man a blow job. I was stoned as hell by the time we finished two bowls and my mind was racing with visions of him lying naked on the bed, me prone between his legs making love to his cock with my mouth, but I never consider it might really happen.

He put his stuff away and walked over to the door and locked it. “I sleep naked and I don’t want your mama or little sister to walk in and see me dick to Jesus!” To my astonishment, he began to strip down completely naked in my room. He was a country boy and not given to modesty. I did not consider this a sexual advance, but the sight of his nude body so aroused me that I became terribly self-conscious and had to steal glimpses of him as he undressed. As he stood naked folding his jeans and shirt over the back of a chair, I realized that I found his body incredibly beautiful. He was a big man, easily six foot two. He was muscular with a middle-aged belly that had developed since he had quit the farm to drive trucks. His body was covered with dark hair. When he turned from the chair and walked toward his bed, I saw his full frontal body approaching. He had the most wonderful cock and balls I’d ever seen. His cock was large and partially erect and swung gently as he walked. I began hoping desperately that the locked door and his arousal was a signal to me that he wanted something from me.

I was now having a difficult time averting my eyes from his cock and he seemed to be in no hurry to cover himself. He moved around the room naked looking at my models and making small talk. “Got any little girlfriends we can sneak in for a blow job?” he asked with a smile. “No” I said in a shaky voice. Surely he was throwing me hints, I was just to terrified to tell him that he didn’t need any girls, and that I’d love to take care of that gorgeous cock for him. “Too bad” he said “I love a good blowjob when I’m stoned”

Did he have any idea what he was doing to me? Was he just sharing boy talk or could he see right through me? It didn’t matter. I was too frightened to make the first move and nothing was going to happen unless he stated it. If it was all in my head, he might be repulsed by my admission that I was bisexual. It simply wasn’t worth the possible humiliation to take the chance. But oh how I hoped he would finally ask if I’d be willing to let him put that gorgeous cock in my mouth. “Well…’night” he said and lay down on the other bed.

“‘Night” I replied sheepishly, an unexpected inflection of disappointment obvious in my voice as he turned off the light. I undressed in the dark. It was not my modesty but rather the rock-hard erection I had that I did not want him to see. So I made my way to my bed and slid in.

After my eyes adjusted, I realized I could see him clearly from my bed only a few feet away from the lights of the street lamps. He lay naked on his back on top of the covers, too hot a night for even a sheet. The mound of his cock was clearly visible to me. I pulled my sheet up over myself and rolled over to face the other way. I closed my eyes tightly and tried not to think gaziantep escort about this beautiful naked man lying only feet from me. It was hopeless of course. A few moments later I heard him breathing. I rolled over and gazed at him lying there with a huge eight-inch erection in his hand! He was slowly rubbing his cock and balls. My god it was beautiful. His cock was large and I could see the shining head of his dick as he held it pointing straight up. Under my sheet, I had my hand around my own cock quietly fantasizing that I was curled up between his legs licking his balls and cock. My hopes had been dashed by then and I assumed the best I could hope for was to quietly, voyeuristically watch him masturbate and maybe catch a glimpse of his cum as he shot off in the pail light. My intentions were to quietly cum into the towel I kept in my bed as my imagination worked through how I would bring him to a screaming orgasm in my eager mouth, if only I had the guts to crawl over to him.

I was so engrossed and so stoned that I didn’t realize he was perfectly aware of what I was doing.

“You wanna come over here?” he whispered. It startled me so bad I jumped out of my skin. He laughed, “I didn’t mean to scare ya”. He took his cock in his hand and pointed in my direction. “It won’t hurt ya boy and I wont tell no body” Perhaps he had sensed for all those years that I was bi, or perhaps gay. For whatever reason he seemed confident that I would not refuse him, and he was absolutely right. His cock was so large and so hard that it both terrified me and fascinated me at the same time. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear the blood rushing in my ears.

“Come on over here boy, nothin’ wrong with a little curiosity at your age”. It was crystal clear now that he was hoping for the same thing I was, he just needed to be sure. He had more to loose than I did. And I knew of course he certainly wasn’t going to tell my mom and dad that he stuck his cock in their son’s mouth!

I moved over to him and sat on the side of the bed. I knew everyone else had fans going in their room so I was not too concerned that anyone would here him if made noise. My breath was shaking as I tried to control the pounding in my ears.

“You can touch it if you want”, he said. I laid a hand on his thigh and rubbed his leg as he held his cock. The feel of touching another mans body was incredibly arousing to me to my surprise. I was trembling all over even in the heat, and my heart was racing. I placed my hand on his balls and rubbed them gently. His balls were hanging loose between his legs and they felt so soft and hairy and the heat of his body poured off of them. He moaned a little and moved his hand away from his cock. I moved my hand up and wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft. It felt so powerful and so strange in my hand.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked him. I was surprised at the sound of my voice, so shaky and halting, so vulnerable.

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Can I kiss it?” I asked.

“Ya, I’d like that”, he answered.

I bent down and put my lips on the tip of his dick. I felt a drop of wet fluid on my lips. I licked it from the tip of his cock and tasted it. It was salty and sticky and tasted wonderful. He smelled of the musk of his balls and Old Spice. I could feel the heat of his body radiating from between his legs. I bent down to him and kissed the skin just under his large head. The skin of his dick felt and tasted wonderful against my lips. A low long moan came from him as I gently kissed the spot under his dickhead, rubbing my moist lips on him.

“Do you want me to give you a blow job?” I asked

“Have you ever done it before”, he asked

“No, but I know what to do”, I answered.

Of course my idea of what to do was all based on the many detailed fantasies I’d run over and over in my mind of what I’d do if I ever got the chance to indulge myself on another mans cock. I had a girlfriend who only gave me head because she wanted me to do her. I was good with my mouth and she always had intense orgasms when I ate her. I figured if I could do that to a girl, I could do it to a man. I used to watch her suck me off and always wished it were me doing the sucking. She didn’t much care for the taste of cum and always spit mine immediately into a towel. I vowed that if I ever had a man cum in my mouth, I’d lovingly swallow all he gave me and never insult him by spitting out his sperm.

“Now if you start, you can’t chicken out on me.” He said, All I could manage was a shaky “I wont, I promise” because the thought of his cock in my mouth suddenly took my breath away.

He moved up the bed into a reclining position against his pillow, spread his legs and said, “Why don’t you lay down right here” as he patted the space on the bed between his legs.

I climbed into the bed and placed myself between his legs, now staring up at his cock and body. This close, I could see every detail of his cock. It was about eight inches long with a large purple head gleaming in the light of the street lamp. It was so thick I could not wrap my hand completely around it. The skin of his cock was warm and covered in thick escort gaziantep veins standing out all over it. There was a bush of thick dark hair at its base that wrapped down to a set of balls sparsely covered with long hair. His legs and the mound of his belly were also quite hairy. I would later learn these men were called “bears” and it set the pattern for my preference in men.

“Just take your time and have some fun with it. Relax in to it, I wont do anything to hurt you”, he whispered as he sensed my nervousness. He was patient and gentle, and I trusted him completely. As first experiences go, he was all I’d ever dreamed of.

I closed my eyes and started licking and kissing the inside of his thighs for a few moments, just enjoying the smell and feel of his hairy flesh. I placed my open mouth on his balls and kissed and licked them as he moaned quietly. When I opened my eyes, I saw him staring down at me with a look of concentration and contentment on his face. I propped myself up on my elbows and took his cock in one hand while I rested the other on his thigh. I placed my tongue right on the generous wrinkles of loose flesh just under the head of his dick and slowly caressed it with my tongue. His cock stiffened as he drew in a long breath and let out a stifled moan. “That’s nice” he sighed. He closed his eyes and laid his head back as his body squirmed slightly. He spread his legs further apart so that I had room to reach everything as I worked on him.

Even though this was my very first experience at giving a blowjob, I felt perfectly confident and comfortable. It felt completely natural to me. I know exactly what Joe was feeling and it was incredibly powerful to be giving this kind of pleasure to a real man. There would be no awkward guessing here and I know in that moment that Joe was in for a wonderful experience. I had a clean, pretty face and long blond hair, small for my age and from Joe’s perspective looking down on me, he could easily imagine me as a young girl giving him a fine, sensual blowjob. And that was very erotic to me.

Joe opened his eyes and reached down with one hand to hold his cock. With the other hand, he held my head gently and tilted it to one side so that my face was at an angle to his dick. I continued to lick the underside of his dick as he slowly stroked himself. He pushed the loose skin sheathing his dick up around his cock head and moaned, “Right their honey, suck it right there”. I took the gathered skin in my mouth and sucked and licked him as he held his cock for me. He was watching me work on him with a look of absolute contentment and pleasure. He rubbed my head gently with on hand as he continued to slowly stoke himself against my mouth, my lips now wrapped around his shaft just under his cock head as my tongue moved over his fleshy cock.

“Hold your tongue out for me”, he whispered. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue flat across the underside of his dick. He began to rub his cock back and forth on my tongue, holding my head in the exact position so that he was in complete control of all movement. He moaned softly as the muscles in his body flexed and relaxed in an involuntary rhythm. His cock was now so hard that the head of it felt like a large rubber ball as it passed over my mouth and face. His breathing became more and more heavy as his whispered words came out broken and panting. “That’s it baby that’s it…oh god that feels so good”. At first I thought he was about to cum across my face, but he pulled my head up and asked:

“Have you ever tasted cum?”

“Just my own” I replied.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

“Yes, I love it” I replied.

“Would you like to taste mine?” he asked.

“Ya” I replied, “I’d like that very much ” I answered.

“Can I cum in your mouth?” he asked.

“Yes” I answered, “I’d like that very much,” I whimpered.

“Will you swallow it for me?”, he asked

“Yes” I replied in a whisper “I wanna suck you while you cum and swallow all of it”

I was so stoned I wasn’t sure for a moment if this was really happening or if I was lying in my bed dreaming. I tried to imagine what it would be like the moment he released in my mouth and my whole body shivered in anticipation. Something I’d fantasized about so many times was about to really happen. I had imagined many times what it would be like to hold a man’s cumming cock in my mouth. And my fantasies always involved an older man just like this one. For all my imaginings, I knew I really had no idea what a cock bursting in orgasm in my mouth would really feel and taste like, and I was overwhelmed with pleasure knowing I would soon feel Joes cock doing just that.

I propped myself up on my elbows so I could get my face over his dick. I got a good look at it in the light. It was so big and beautiful, and the head of his dick was so large that I wasn’t sure how much of him I could take. I licked the head of his cock all around to get it wet. Then I opened wide and slowly worked it in. His dick felt strange and fleshy as I took it into my mouth, soft but firm and filled with power. I didn’t realize until that moment that a man’s cock would have a flavor to it, but I could gaziantep escort bayan clearly taste and smell a distinct musk unlike anything I’d ever tasted and would never forget.

He let go of it and said “It’s all yours baby”. I took it in my hand and moved my head up and down sucking his cock. To my pleasant surprise, I had no trouble taking at least half of his large dick. I could feel the head of his dick in the back of my throat as I moved down on him. His cock filled my mouth but it was not so huge that I was unable to service him well. He felt so good in my mouth that I started to moan. “yaaaaa, suck it baby, suck it,” he moaned quietly. His body squirmed and I could feel his legs moving around me. He was moaning quietly and his breathing was deep and rapid. I could see his belly and chest heaving up and down as I pulled him in and out of my mouth. I slowly sucked just the first couple of inches for a moment and took him out of my mouth to lick his cock all over. He groaned as I worked my tongue over his stiff dick. I moved down and began licking his balls. They were so hot on my face and smelled like a man in that wonderful state of arousal. I could feel the soft skin and hair of his balls on my tongue and in my mouth as I bathed and kissed every inch of his loose ball sack. I spent several moments just licking his beautiful cock and balls. I was lost in my own euphoria. He must have seen how much I was enjoying myself when he said:

“Damn…you really like lickin’ don’t ya baby”

“Yaaa..” I answered grinning with delight, “I can taste you better when I lick”

“You like the way that thing tastes?” he asked

“Oh ya, it tastes wonderful”

“You still sure you want it in your mouth when I cum?” he asked

“Ya…I want to taste your cum”

“There’s gonna be a lot of it, can you take it all for me?” He asked

“You can cum as hard as I long as you want. I promise I’ll suck you ’till your completely finished”

“Damn I would love that” he said, “none of my girlfriends would ever let me cum, they always pulled back at the last minute. The most I would get is a jack off and most of ’em didn’t care much for givin’ head”

“So you’ve never been sucked off?” I asked

“Once or twice but one took a couple of shots and stopped in the middle of it and the other about puked. Had a hooker suck me off once at a truck stop but she spit it out all over the floor of my rig”

“I’d never spit a man’s cum.”, I said “That’s insulting to spit a mans cum out. Besides I love the way it tastes. The whole point of giving a blow jab for me is to feel you cum in my mouth. That’s what I want, so this will be a first for both of us”

“Is it okay if I stand up” he asked.

“Yes, any position you want” I said as I slid off the bed and went down to my knees. I wanted him to use my mouth for his pleasure, to place me in any position he needed to feel as good as he could. He could have done anything he wanted to me. I had never felt such complete submission and it felt wonderful.

He rolled off the bead and positioned himself in front of me as I knelt before him. He towered over me, his body filling my field of vision. I pushed my face up under his cock and massaged his balls with my mouth and tongue as I rubbed his ass with one hand and his leg with the other. He smelled so good and his body was so hot. My face was covered and surrounded by him. He had complete control over me and all I wanted to do was surrender to him utterly, be just a vessel into which he would deposit all of his deepest, most powerful desires.

I could feel the incredible power of his body over me as he enjoyed himself with me. I anticipated all that pent up force that I know would have to explode soon as his body descended deeper and deeper into its erotic pleasures. I wanted all of this man’s power to burst through his cock and into my mouth, to have him drain completely as he lost all control in an intense orgasm all focused into me as though my small mouth was an endless source of acceptance of all his body could experience in orgasm. I pulled back and took him in my mouth again, both my hands now wrapped around his cock. I took him deep this time, almost all of him and held him deep in my throat. He let out a long moan. I moved my hands around to hold his ass as I sucked him. I wanted to swallow his entire body.

He placed both hands on the sides of my head and gently moved his cock in and out of me. I was looking up at his body watching his arms as they moved my head in and out, his chest heaving, his belly quivering, the look on his face, all engulfing me as I lovingly, eagerly took his thrusting manhood. I closed my eyes and moved my hands over his ass, the back of his legs, his hairy belly, rubbing him everywhere I could reach. His thrusting motion increased and I lost myself as I felt his whole body give in to his natural male fucking motion. I held my throat open for him and allowed him to plunge his rock hard cock into me over and over again. To my astonishment, I never once gagged or retched. I was simply in a trance of incredible pleasure at being the object of his body fucking me in the mouth. He slowed and moved his dick gently left and right in my mouth in a rolling motion of thrust and retreat. He held me still for a moment, his cock half way in me and I could feel several strong throbs as he pulsed his cock and moaned with pleasure. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth for a moment and asked “”Is that okay?” “Yes baby” I answered, “You can fuck my mouth, all you want”.

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Their regular poker nights had been a firm tradition. The five guys had met years ago. They’d all grown up through school together and by an amazing stroke of luck they’d all ended up at the same college, not only on the same campus but in the same dorm.

That was when the poker nights had started. While they all shared a dorm it had been a monthly meeting with a few beers. As they’d moved on post studies the meetings had been less than monthly but just as important, if not more important to maintain that close friendship they had built.

Charlie had developed a few close groups of male friends while on campus, but this was no doubt the closest group. As a guy still discovering his sexuality he had become friendly with many, but not too close as to maintain his secret. He’d always held a secret hope that there’d be an opportunity to do some of the ‘experimenting’ that he had convinced himself was an urban myth when it came to dorm life. He’d never been lucky enough to have that opportunity present itself, despite the number of nights spent supplying alcohol to his hot dormmates.

That could all be about to change tonight though. After a few drinks and a few hands of poker, where most of the guys had lost most of their money, they’d decided to up the stakes. Dares had become the currency of the game and they’d started tame enough, until Charlie had seen his chance.

“Drop your pants and face out onto the street,” Charlie commanded after careful consideration. His outstanding poker playing had won him the chance to issue the last dare of the night to the other four boys.

What Charlie didn’t notice in the reflection Mike surely did, Standing right next to Mitch, he had the best view.

“Shit man how did you get that thing so big?” he exclaimed, his fist still in the air.

“Just lucky I guess,” Mitch laughed and gave it a swing.

“I thought mine was big. You’ve got me beat,” James lamented.

“Mate, the size of it soft doesn’t matter,” Charlie interjected, causing the boys to laugh and face him.

James dropped his hands next, “I most certainly grow enough from this state to please the ladies.”

The boys all laughed again, Charlie was now the only one in the room who didn’t have his dick out.

“What about you Chuck?” Mitch took a step towards him, his big cut dick swinging between his thighs as he shucked his shorts, freeing his legs and walking towards the table. “You gonna just look at ours or get yours out to compare too?”

The other boys removed their pants fully hakkari escort as well, muttering their agreement with Mitch.

“You wanna compare all of us?” Charlie asked as he undid the button on his jeans. He was slightly reluctant, not only because he knew his penis wasn’t ‘large’, but mainly because he was certain of how it would respond to the current situation.

“Yeah, let’s see who’s the proper alpha male here,” Henry’s competitive edge made him seem excited by the idea.

“All right,” Charlie dropped his jeans around his ankles.

This was the first time these lifelong friends had seen each other naked since before the awkwardness of puberty had caused them to keep their junk hidden and so naturally the boys had already been subtly attempting to assess each other’s equipment.

“So this is great, but are we gonna actually find out who wins this thing?” Henry’s need to determine a winner snapped the boys out of their observational trance.

“Well as I said, soft means little for these things,” Charlie repeated, deciding to take the plunge on this outstanding opportunity and begin slowly working his cock to its fullness, “so who’s prepared to do this properly?”

Without a word the other boys grabbed their tools, quickly working themselves to their full strength.

Now the boys stood in a circle, hard cocks pointing at each other.

“Anyone got a ruler?” James laughed. Charlie noticed that he hadn’t lied when he said he was a grower.

The other boys shook their heads.

“I’ve got a way, it won’t give us a number, but will give us a ranking,” Mitch broke the awkward silence. “It does mean getting pretty close though.”

The boys turned to Mitch, still marvelling at his big piece of meat, almost clearly the leader already.

“You mean this right?” Henry stepped forward, clearly keen to see if he was the one that could beat Mitch in the endowment stakes. He grabbed his, faced Mitch, stepped right up close and slapped his dick right down on top of Mitch’s erection.

“Um, yeh, that’s it man,” Mitch shuddered a little and gave a nervous laugh. He reached down to line their dicks up. “That shows you’ve got me beaten for thickness.” He manoeuvred their dicks so that they rested side by side and stepped forward. The head of Mitch’s penis hit Henry’s hip with at least an inch remaining between Henry’s penis and Mitch’s body.

The boys stayed facing each other for a moment, Mitch’s erection poking, rock hard, into Henry. hakkari escort bayan

“Bring it here H!” James demanded. “I reckon I’ve got you beat for thickest.”

Henry turned around quickly and performed the same ritual with James. Henry had him beaten for length by close to two inches but there was no doubt that James has the thickest shaft in the room. It looked like there was no way James was fitting his hand around it. Charlie’s eyes snapped from dick to dick, excited that this was finally happening but wary not to let too much of his enjoyment show.

“So, Mitch wins the length prize, James gets the beer can award,” the boys laughed at Henry’s summary, “it’s obvious Charlie is carrying around some huge babymakers in that pouch, I’ve got the most foreskin, I guess that’s my category.”

The boys all turned to Mike.

“Geez, guess I’m not much of a grower after all,” he laughed. “There’s one category I reckon where I’ve got you all beat.”

The boys looked at him quizzically.

“Wanna see who’s got the most firepower?” Mike gave his dick a couple of suggestive strokes.

“You wanna shoot a load together?” James seemed nervous about this.

“Why not?” Mike replied.

Charlie started stroking slowly, determined to ensure this night took the direction he’d dreamt about so often, “We’ve all got our dicks out and hard.”

“Well I’ll admit I was thinking about how I could sneak a wank in once you boys hit the sack,” Henry gripped his own dick.

“I reckon this is another category I’ve got you boys in as well, so I’m in,” Mitch started stroking his long pole, almost needing two hands.

Mike had already begun stroking while the other boys joined in, that left James. He laughed, shook his head and started jacking off with his best buddies, immediately picking up the pace.

The boys stopped the banter, now focused on the pleasure of their dicks in their hands. Their eyes wandered to check out each other’s members as well as masturbation techniques. They instinctively formed a line, standing side by side with the 6-foot dining table becoming the firing range.

The boys let out soft moans, clearly enjoying the pleasure of jacking off with the added bonus of bonding so closely with guys they’d been friends with since before they knew what pleasurable gifts they had between their legs.

Charlie’s heart was racing, amazed that this was finally taking place. He slowed his stroking slightly, wanting to ensure that this lasted escort hakkari as long as possible.

Mitch’s moans grew louder and more animal-like and all eyes turned to his long dick, knowing the first money shot was about to fire. He rose up onto his toes and grunted hard as he fired his first shot high and long, the splatter clearly audible as his cum landed half way up the table.

The boys congratulated him. Three feet was a decent effort. Mitch rocked back proudly onto his heels and shook the final drops of his juice onto the table.

Charlie and Henry fired at about the same time, Charlie moaning loudly and proudly but dribbling his load barely over the edge of the table. Henry’s load, the thickest of the boys so far, seemed to shoot even higher than Mitch’s but landed at least a foot short.

“Looks like I’ve got it boys,” Mitch proudly opened his victory beer.

James laughed and picked up the pace on his own dick. The boys saw his muscles tense and he too rose up onto his toes as he neared his climax. He let out a deep animal roar as long ropes of cum fired hard and fast out of his thick member, overshooting Mitch clearly, reaching close to the end of the table.

The four boys who had finished couldn’t help but applaud James’s efforts as Mitch handed his beer over.

Mike kept stroking, maintaining a steady pace on his dick.

“You can’t beat that mate, just get it off already,” Mitch patted him on the shoulder.

“Twenty bucks says I do,” James quickly retorted.

“You’ll need to get it past the table dude,” Henry was impressed by his confidence.

Mitch laughed and moved to the other end of the table, “Hit me and I’ll give you 50!” He challenged.

James’s face took on a new look of determination, as did his fist as he pumped his cock harder and faster. He winked at Mitch as he tensed his muscles, remaining silent as he worked himself to his conclusion. He leant back slightly as his cock swelled considerably. His body shook as the first shot flew high into the air. The boys watched, feeling as though it was in slow motion. James’s cum fly high, fast and hard, across the table and onto Mitch’s naked chest. James continued to unload, shooting again and again, huge ropes of cum, until it seemed he had covered the other’s efforts with his own.

James reached down and placed his hands on the table, breathing deeply.

The boys stood aghast, not least of all Mitch, still frozen on the spot with James’s semen dripping down his chest.

James removed his shirt and threw it to Mitch, “I’ll let you clean up before I make you pay up.”

“Get fucked!” Mitch protested. “Tomorrow morning, new challenge, double or nothing?”

Charlie sat back in the dealer’s chair, his dick already swelling again, realising the bond of this friendship group had changed forever.

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