Nice Thick One

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It’s been a tough couple of years, here in Central PA, for guys like me, who just want a hard cock to suck, and a mouthful of warm cum to swallow. The demise of Craigslist, coupled with the media and social network hype and misinformation, made it impossible to find someone that I could service. I am a total bottom, with sissy-like leanings, in an area of apparent mostly bottoms with few tops available. My requirements, I thought, were reasonable. I preferred a married guy, any age, build, ethnicity, who was clean, both medically and physically who would let me visit on a regular basis daytime, get on my knees and suck cock to completion.

I perused the very few posts from men, virtually all seemed to be bottoms. I won’t go to any bar or club, or cruise areas that men hang out, for fear of getting some disease. The gym I visit fairly regularly separates everyone, wearing masks, to the point that everyone backs away as you approach them, or try to walk past.

After almost two years of going without, I by chance saw a post from a White Male, 54 years old, who said he was married, to a woman, used to play with men, but hadn’t since he was married, and was looking for a blow job.

I replied to his post, not seriously expecting an answer, that I was a MWM, tall, hairy, loved to suck cock, and I swallow. I told him I hadn’t much experience, but was clean and healthy, and wanted to suck someone off on a regular basis, and maybe, if things worked out, get my cherry popped.

As I expected, no reply.

Several hours later, at almost 5PM, I received a reply from him. He’d been tied up at work, it was now too late for today, but might I be willing to meet tomorrow? I responded yes, where, and at what time, and hit send.

Nothing. No response. Of course.

The nest morning, I checked my email first thing, but still nothing. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

I checked my email a bit after 9AM, and there was a response. I’m embarrassed to admit, my heart started pounding in hopes of finally tasting a mouthful of cum. He gave me his address, about fifteen minutes from my house, along with directions on where to park my car, and which door to go to. He asked that I be there at 11AM. I replied yes, and went to get myself cleaned up.

Excited, I rushed to shave, my face, cock, and balls, and then, istanbul travesti just in case, or maybe in hope, I douched myself. Then I applied hair remover around my boi pussy, and ass where I couldn’t see to shave. I then showered, to remove hair from my ass and make myself otherwise fresh.

I left a bit early, and parked in the parking lot of a closed apple vendor down the road a bit, until it was almost 11. I eased into his driveway, nervous in anticipation, and parked. As I opened my door, he came around the corner of his house. We introduced ourselves, shook hands, and went inside.

Following Gerald into his house, and downstairs into a basement bedroom, he began undressing. I was pleasantly surprised, unlike the few other guys that I’d met, Gerald was quite physically fit, baring the beginnings of a six pack, was moderately hairy, neatly groomed, with smooth cock and balls.

This was looking good.

While I’m not terribly experienced, I had been with enough guys to know, big cocks, not to mention huge ones, were a thing of porn movies. Not real life. Nope. But I was after warm cum in my mouth, not necessarily a “big one”.

Gerald laid back on the queen-sized bed, naked, legs spread. His cock was what I’d come to know as normal sized, lay limply toward his left thigh.

“Anything special you’d like me to do?” I asked him.

“No.” was his response. He just waved his hand generally in the direction of his groin.

My technique, is to suck cock with out using my hands, preferring to manipulate cock with my lips and tongue. I gently licked the bottom of his cock head, which brought a satisfying “hmmmmmm” from him.

Gerald firmed up a bit as I held the head of his cock in my mouth, my tongue continuing to gently caress the underside of its head with my tongue. I slowly sucked in on his cock, drawing it deeper into my mouth, then set about getting it wet with my saliva.

The feeling of a smooth cock in my mouth, clean, growing firmer, excited me. My own penis was twitching somewhat, but that wasn’t what I was here for. CUM. That’s what I wanted. Thick, warm CUM in my mouth.

I took him all the way to the base of his cock, my lips against the bottom. My tongue continued to lick and stroke his shaft. My head bobbed back and forth, causing continuous gasping and hmmmmming from istanbul travestileri Gerald.

But, somewhat disappointingly, he wasn’t getting hard, just firm. I’d not had any difficulty in previous liaisons, but I do like to please the other guy.

I pulled off Gerald’s cock, and gently, very gently, took his left testicle in my mouth. I washed it with my mouth, lightly ran my tongue all over it, bring a constant stream of moaning from Gerald, along with some arching of his back. I glanced at his cock, firm, and standing erect somewhat, but not really hard. A bit of a blow to my ego, I guess.

My eyes closed; I was enjoying playing with his balls. I’d moved to his right one, and gave it the same treatment as the left one. Appreciation was heard through the increase of moans from Gerald and the arching of his body. I was still looking to get him hard. I enjoy a hard cock poking into my throat.

I decided to go for the gold. Something I’d never done to a guy, but done to several women, without taking his testicle out of my mouth, I moved both my arms under his hips, and lifted him up and back, exposing his tight, pink hole. I was glad he was clean, as I lightly tickled and dragged my tongue across his most intimate place. My tongue tickled and probed his hole. After a few moments of eating his ass, I began to fuck his tight hole with my tongue.

The result was explosive.

Gerald let out a loud moan, arched his ass, presenting his hole to my mouth, grabbed my head and tried forcing my face into his tight hole. Very happy with Gerald’s response, I continued to lick, tongue, suck, and fuck his hole.

I have to admit, I rather enjoyed eating his ass, and the response I got, but I still wanted the main course.

CUM in my mouth.

To Gerald’s apparent dismay, I pulled back from his bottom, opened my eyes to look at him.


I was in trouble. I knew it. Gerald’s formerly average appearing cock was MASSIVE. It was, no shit, about eight inches long, but as big around as those energy drink cans. Having tamed my gag reflex, I could deal with the eight inches, but the girth….that was something else.

I nervously lifted my body up, looking from Gerald’s eyes to his cock, salivating at having him in my mouth, and terrified it wouldn’t fit. I know all porn, travesti istanbul both photographic and written involves only big cocks, but we all know that real life isn’t like porn. It was my time to put up or shut up.

I approached his cock, licking my lips, and willing my salivary glands to work overtime. I was going in. Or over. My lips wrapped around the now purple head of his cock. Fine. No problem. I worked my tongue all around the head of his cock. I pulled back, lowered myself, and began licking the shaft of his cock from his balls up to the head. All around. Top. Bottom. Sides. I didn’t think I could get it in.

I raised myself up, in order to get a better shot at taking him in. I opened my mouth. I drooled saliva on his cock.

I lowered my mouth.

As I lowered my mouth slowly, I worked my lips, trying to coat the shaft, and make it wet as I went down on him.

I don’t remember any noises or sounds he made, or any movements of his body. I was in a zone of concentration all by myself on this one.

Running out of air, I withdrew. I I took a couple of breaths, and went down again. I don’t know how many times I did this. I do remember gagging at one point, my eyes watering, but I was on a mission. I was almost hyperventilating I was breathing so hard. I wanted this. I wanted my air supply cut off with cock. I’m sick. I know it.

I was working up to a very sloppy blow job, in and effort to take him. ALL of him.

The turning point for me was….at one point as I withdrew up his shaft, I tasted it.

That precious drop of pre-cum. I could taste it. I wanted it. I needed it.

Without thinking, I plunged my head down, forcing the entire head and shaft of the most magnificent cock I’d ever seen, all the way into my throat. My lips locked around the base. I was trying to swallow; in the hopes it would be felt by Gerald as a pleasurable stroking of the head of his cock.

Feeling myself begin to gray out from lack of air, I pulled back off that cock, immediately missing having my throat stretched. As I pulled back, a gush of thick, sweet warm cum flooded my mouth.


Gerald immediately grabbed my head, forcing himself deep into my throat, pleasuring both he and I. I could feel the thick shaft lodged in my throat throb with each shot of precious cum. I could feel the warmth of each pulse, but missed the taste. Bad timing.

Gerald pulled my head off his cock before I suffocated. I lay there, his stick thick cock slightly softening in my mouth, leaking the last drops of delicious cum onto my tongue.

I’m such a cum pig.

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White Sucks Black (Father 01)

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex or scenarios.

A straight white father, fucked and enslaved by Blacks.

If stories about dominant Black men turning straight white men and their families into cocksucking sex slaves offend you, then try reading some other story. If you are looking for loving relationships between men, try the gay romance section; this story isn’t it. If you don’t like bisexuality, father-son incest, lots of facial cum or the occasional golden shower, this is not the story for you. If degrading sex and over-the-top racial stereotypes offend you, stop reading now. All characters are over 18.

This is all pure B.S. fantasy, not to be taken seriously or condoned in real life. Interracial sex among consenting adults is great; “non-consent” is not great. None of this is real; do not attempt this at home. And of course, in real life, always treat EVERYONE with respect and dignity and practice safe sex (or better yet, maybe just jerk off to these stories and nobody gets hurt.)

This is a sequel to White Sucks Black (College Boy) told from the father’s perspective.


I don’t know what possessed me to get out of bed, where both my wife and I were sleeping in the nude as always. When I looked out the window at the backyard pool area I got a shock that took my breath away, and for some unknown reason caused my cock to rise to full erection faster than I could ever remember. There on the picnic table was my son, lying on his back, completely naked, with his head hanging over the edge upside down, being fucked in the mouth and ass at the same time by two Black boys. One of the Blacks was my son’s new college roommate, Lee Jackson (Yeah, I had the same reaction) and the other was the roommate’s older brother, Tyrone Jackson, who had come with my son on a weekend visit from college.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Two Black boys were fucking my eldest son only a few feet away from me on the other side of the window! They were incredibly brazen, fucking right under the light, as if they wanted to be seen. In fact they both frequently looked at my window. I hoped in the darkness of my room that I would not be seen, because I could not take my eyes off what I was seeing.

I know I should have done something about it; they were fucking my son for Christ’s sake! Yet I was utterly transfixed by their powerful Black muscular bodies and the huge Black cocks that were penetrating my son’s mouth and ass to their balls. In fact there was enough light that I could see one of cocks thrusting deep in my son’s throat.

After several minutes of watching the Blacks “spit-roast” my 18-year old son, the older Black, who was face-fucking my son, looked right at my window as he pulled out and shot a massive load of cum all over my son’s face. Spurt after spurt covered every square inch of my son’s face with a thick coating of white goo. At the same time, the younger brother started jerking and twitching and I knew he was coming deep in my son’s ass. Then the other Black grabbed my son’s head with his strong hands, like a basketball, and lifted it up like a head-hunter’s trophy, turning my son’s head so that I had a full-on view off all the cum oozing down my son’s face. The black guy even gave a thumbs-up directed at my window. Shit, how could they know I was watching?

“Something interesting out there?” Shit, my wife had woken up. I stumbled for something to say, hoping she wouldn’t notice my erection.

“Uh, it’s just our son and his friends screwing around in the pool.”

“Literally or figuratively?”

“Well, they’re fucking his brains out,” I thought. “Uh, just horsing around,” is what I said.

“At this hour? What time is it?” Without her glasses my wife could not see very well, which I figured was a good thing, since my dick was showing no sign of going down.

“It’s almost two o’clock.”

“Are they skinny-dipping?” That was not a question I expected from my normally strait-laced wife. We’d been married 25 years and she was a beautiful woman. We had a great sex life, and we had sex often, and she even enjoyed giving me head and even swallowing my cum, but still it was pretty “normal” sex, and it wasn’t as often as it used to be.

“I can’t tell,” they’re in the water, I lied, because they had my son kneeling naked by the edge of the pool, both of them pissing right in my son’s face, and looking at my window with shit-eating grins. There was no doubt that all of them were completely naked.

“Well give them some privacy and come back to bed.”

I did as my wife asked, and slipped under the covers, feeling her warm naked body next to mine. She turned around and embraced me and her hand ran over my body, and brushed my erect cock.

“Oh my, what’s gotten in to you? Naked boys get you excited?” my wife said in a teasing, not mean, way.”

“Uh, no. You get me excited.”

“Well we can’t let a hard-on like this go to waste,” as I felt her warm mouth engulf my cock. istanbul travesti My wife could suck like a pro, and I nearly lost it, but I regained some control. As she continued to suck, I felt ashamed that I had this most incredible, loving wife giving me a great blowjob, and all I could think about was the Black guys fucking my son. How could I ever un-see all the cum dripping down my son’s face, and I had only glimpsed it, but they had used my only son as their personal urinal. Mostly I couldn’t get the size of those Black cocks out of my mind.

My mind was in turmoil. My dad had been a racist, homophobe bigot (still was as far as I knew.) I had raised my son to be tolerant of Blacks and gays, but I certainly hadn’t raised him to be a cocksucker for Black guys. I’d never had gay feelings and I found the whole idea completely disgusting. God, Blacks fucking white men? That was something that went on in prison. When I was with the guys at work, I’d told my fair share of anti-gay jokes and slurs. I was pretty certain I’d told my son at one point that “Suck one cock and you’re a cocksucker for life.” I’m pretty sure most dads have said that to their son.

Suddenly, my wife swung her leg over the top of me, and she mounted my cock, which felt so incredibly good as it sank into her surprisingly wet pussy. She’d fucked me cowgirl style before, but very rarely. We’d done it dog style a few times but almost always missionary. Our one attempt at anal sex hadn’t gone that well, so we hadn’t tried it again.

My wife looked so beautiful and hot riding on top of me. I could see her shapely body and her ample breasts bouncing up and down in the mirror over the dresser, silhouetted by the pool light. And yet, I was still thinking about my son’s naked body and the huge Black cocks that were impaling him at both ends, and then it dawned on me that my son’s cock had been erect the whole time too. Like me, he had a pretty decent 8″ cock when hard, but it still paled (no pun intended) in comparison to the god-like Black cocks.

Here I was, having the best sex I’d had in years, only a few feet from where my son had just been fucked. Thoughts of my son as he grew up passed though my mind. He had always been a good kid, polite, well-mannered, a strait-A student, All-Conference track athlete, with a really wonderful, attractive and smart girlfriend. My wife and I were so proud when he was accepted into Elite Ivy University. And now I knew that within two weeks of starting at the university he’d become a cocksucker and fuck-hole to his Black roommate, Lee Jackson, and Lee’s brother Tyrone.

Finally, I felt my wife orgasm, the most intense she’d had in a long time, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I shot my load of cum far into my wife’s pussy. She collapsed on top of me, her large breasts heaving against my chest. We laid there for a while in euphoric bliss, as I wondered what was going to happen the rest of the weekend. My wife, our high school daughter, and youngest son, were leaving in the morning to go visit my wife’ ill sister, and they’d be gone Saturday night and return sometime Sunday, which would leave me alone in the house with my just-fucked son and two big-dicked Black boys. I thought, what could go wrong?

Then my wife did something that she had only done a number of times when we were dating in college. She slid up my body and put her pussy right above my face. Her words shocked me, “Please eat my pussy daddy.”

I hesitated just a moment because her pussy was full of my cum, which I am sure she no doubt knew. But I loved my wife so much that I’d do anything to give her pleasure, so I did as she asked. She moaned and ground her cum-soaked pussy into my face as I licked deep inside her, tasting my own semen. It didn’t take long before she shuddered in an even bigger orgasm than the first one, which left me in shock. Eating her cum-filled pussy made her feel that good?

“Oh, thank you honey. I love you so much,” she said as she collapsed.

“I love you too,” I said as visions of large Black cocks were stuck in my head.

The next morning was a bit strange, as everyone acted perfectly normal. Lee and Tyrone were perfect gentlemen. My son didn’t seen quite right, and my wife had asked why his girlfriend (who was accepted at the same college as my son,) hadn’t come down too, and my son didn’t really have a good answer. Nevertheless, my son did his best to act normal.

My wife and daughter fixed breakfast and then joined us at the picnic table by the pool, the same table I’d seen these Black boys fucking my son on last night. In fact I couldn’t help but think that my son’s ass had been right on the placemat where I was sitting. I was eating right were my son had been fucked in the ass. In fact, there was even a cum stain on the table, which had presumably leaked out of my son’s ass. My son’s head would have been in his mother’s lap based on where she was sitting. I sure hoped there were no cum stains, or god-forbid, actual left over cum on the table or chair that might istanbul travestileri have dripped off my son’s face.

During the breakfast conversation, my wife informed me that Lee had asked if it was all right to invite some of his friends over, who rarely ever got to swim in a pool since there weren’t any in the neighborhood they lived in. She said, “I told him it was OK. You don’t mind do you?”

Actually I wasn’t enthralled by the idea of having a bunch of Black guys arriving at the house and lounging by the pool. Knowing my nosy neighbors, someone was likely to call the cops. But since my wife had already said OK, there wasn’t really anything I could say about it. I just said that I would hole up in my office as I did have a lot of work to do.

Throughout breakfast, I couldn’t concentrate, as I remained fixated on Lee and Tyrone’s huge Black dicks. I’d never had such thoughts before, but I realized I had been having them ever since I first met Lee when my wife and I were helping move my son into the dorm (Turner Hall, after Nat Turner, of slave rebellion name, who had killed a lot of slave owners, although I didn’t know then that was the Turner it was named after, having been changed from John C. Calhoun.)

Lee had showed up fresh from a work-out. Lee was not what I expected (in fact, like my son, I expected someone named Lee Jackson to be a redneck from the south.) Instead he was a well-spoken, urbane young man, but I couldn’t help noticing the size of his bulge in his shorts. It was obvious his dick was huge. I tried not to stare, and I couldn’t explain why my dick was getting hard in my pants, just because of the presence of a young Black man, with the outline of a very large dick. My embarrassment at my erection was probably noticeable, but I also noted that my wife’s nipples were hard, and she seemed to be taking sidelong glances at Lee’s hefty bulge.

I had been taken aback, when after short pleasantries, Lee announced that he had to take a shower and he excused himself. Knowing that there was a naked Black man with only a door between him and us, caused a bit of panic on my part, and I announced that it was time for my wife and I to depart. In our haste to leave my wife forgot to take her prescription sunglasses, and we had to turn back and get them.

My wife ran in, since I was in a no-parking zone, although she was in longer than I thought necessary, she still didn’t take all that long. The two-hour ride home was uneventful, although my wife got several text messages which I didn’t think anything of. As a newscaster on the local morning news, she got texts and calls with annoying frequency.

As my wife and I lingered over breakfast, the boys excused themselves to get into their swimming suits, and my daughter and youngest son left too. It still seemed weird, carrying on a normal chat with my wife knowing that my son had been fucked right on this table. It didn’t take long for the boys to change. I saw my wife’s eyes go wide and I about dropped my cup of tea. My son was wearing what could be called at best a g-string thong pouch. The Black guys were wearing somewhat more, but their suits barely contained their cocks. None of the suits would hold a hard cock, that’s for sure, and it was obvious my son’s was starting to strain.

I was speechless, so my wife went first. “Ahem, where did you get those?”

Lee responded, “Mrs. C. everyone’s wearing them now. It’s all the rage at the beach near campus.”

“I guess I haven’t been to the beach in awhile.”

“We even got one for you dad,” said my son as he stood practically naked right next to me and handed me a thong obviously as skimpy as his own.”

“They come in two sizes, Mr. C., white and black,” said Tyrone, in what was obviously a sexually charged innuendo. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get into that because I’d been hiding a full blown erection under the table, as I kept thinking of my son’s ass being fucked right where my bacon and eggs were sitting.

“Come on Mr. C., join us,” said Lee as the boys jumped into the pool, and started horsing around.

“Well, that’s a sight,” said my wife.

“I’ll say,” was the first thing I was able to say.

My wife even looked a little flushed and her nipples were jutting through her blouse, but what could I say, sitting there with a painful erection in my shorts? Leaning over to whisper in my ear, my wife said, “Can you believe the size of those monsters? Our son’s not too bad either, obviously takes after you.”

I about fell out of my chair at her comments, and for the life of me could not understand why Black cock was making my cock hard, nor could I understand what had gotten into my normally reserved wife.

“Too bad I have to go. I’d like to see you in that suit.”

“Suit? That’s being generous. And in front of the boys?”

“Why not, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Enjoy your ‘just us men time'” said my wife as she smiled and got up to change.

Just then I about choked on my fruit cup as my teenage daughter travesti istanbul came out wearing a skimpy string bikini that I had no idea she even had. My darling princess was practically naked!

“Sara!” said my wife, sharply. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to getting ready to go to Aunt Jane’s. And where on earth did you get that…thing.”

“Oh mother. Don’t be a prude. Lots of girls are wearing these.”

“Not my daughter, you’re not. Get dressed, you’re going to your aunt’s.”

“Mother,” Sara said with that teenage contempt. “I’d rather stay here. Black boys are so cool and Mary’s such a dweeb. I don’t want to hang out with her.”

“Shame on you. Mary’s a very nice girl. And the answer is, no! Get dressed.”

“Motherrrr,” my daughter whined.

“No. I’ll not have you torturing these nice Black boys wearing that thing. You look like a harlot.”

“Well, what about Mark? What he’s wearing barely covers his junk, and his ass is hanging out.” I about gagged at those words coming from my darling little girl.

My wife seemed unusually at a loss for words, as the boys continued to frolic in the pool. “That’s different. And I don’t want to talk about it. Get dressed. You’re going. And that’s final.”

My daughter huffed away like teenage girls do.

“Where did she get that thing?” my wife said to me.

I stammered, “How should I know?”

“I bet you thought she looked really hot?” I tried to banish the thought, since she was my daughter, but as matter of fact I did. She had an incredible body for her age, and I had never seen so much of it before.

I stammered some more, and my wife sighed, and said with a smile, “You men are all pigs.”

“Guilty?” I said, hesitantly. But my wife just left to get dressed.

I passed the next few minutes reading the paper and trying not to stare at the nearly naked boys cavorting in the pool. When my wife called from inside the house that she was ready, I was surprised to see my wife dressed so skimpy, actually the same short white yoga pants and black sports bra with loose blouse she’d been wearing when we helped our son move in to the dorm.

“You’re going to see your sister in that?”

“It’s hot out,” was what my wife said. Then my daughter came out wearing something similar. It wasn’t as revealing as the thong bikini, but it didn’t hide all that much either.

“That’s better,” my wife said to Sara. “You boys have a good time,” my wife called out. I sensed that Black guys were looking at my wife in her sexy outfit like a couple of salivating wolves. Finally my youngest son came down, with a look on his face like he’d rather do anything but go with his mom and sister.

I got up and followed my wife to the front door, trying to keep my erection under control. As my wife and I kissed, I could see beyond her into the pool area, and saw that my son was sucking Tyrone’s cock right on the edge of the pool! There was no doubt about it. How incredibly brazen! If my wife turned around she too would have seen our son with a huge Black cock in his mouth. But she didn’t and she was off to see her sister. I’m pretty sure my daughter saw it though, as her jaw had dropped and her eyes went wide, as I had kissed her mother. My youngest son no doubt saw it, as his eyes were clearly locked on his older brother sucking cock.

Now I was faced with the problem of what to do. I should so something to stop what they were doing to my son, yet my erection was bursting out of my pants at the sight. I couldn’t believe they wanted for me to see my son sucking cock, but that was the logical conclusion. I called out, “I’ll be out in a bit.”

When I came back out, the suck show was over. All three boys were out of the pool and they approached me as I started to clear the breakfast table. My son spoke up, “Dad, now that mom’s gone, is it OK if we skinny-dip?” Before I could answer, the two Black boys pulled down their skimpy suits, exposing their huge semi-hard cocks. To see those black monsters in plain sight literally took my breath away.

“We don’t need permission,” said Tyrone, before I could answer, as he stepped toward me, his hardening dick only a few feet away. From the commanding tone of his voice, the thought crossed my mind that they were expecting me to suck their cocks too.

“You’ll have to excuse me,” I said as I beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen with the breakfast dishes and my son doffed his suit. No sooner had I left the patio than a backwards glance showed my son was once again sucking cock, on his knees, completely naked.

I anguished over what a father was supposed to do in such a situation. I wondered how many fathers had ever even been in such a situation. My son didn’t seem to be being forced to suck. I’d always thought that homosexual sex was disgusting and yet I seemed to be excited by it at the same time, and the fact that it was my son sucking, which should have made it even more revolting, somehow made it even more exciting. And then the thought struck me. If I went back out to the pool area I might very well end up sucking cock just like my son. What would he think of his father then? Afraid that I might actually succumb, I did what I had told my wife I was going to do and I holed up in my study, and started doing some work on my computer.

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Good Guys Don’t Date Bad Boys Ch. 08

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Chapter Eight — Three Mistakes

Jonathan had to be thankful for small mercies as the class he had together with Maddox went without any notable incidents, which meant that the guy hadn’t thrown knowing looks in his direction or done anything to appear that he was even aware of them being in the same room. Now he was starting to believe that he had done nothing but overreact lately. That kiss had been nothing but some sort of a joke, after all, with Maddox challenging him to do it, and him… well, doing it. It didn’t mean anything. Given Maddox’s experience, he must have been kissed thousands of times by people with a lot more to offer than Jonathan.

No, not people in general, but girls in particular, he told himself. Actually, he had no idea. Maddox could go around kissing guys at random, for all he knew. Only for him that moment had been special, and he was just blowing things out of proportion like a teenager experiencing the frissons of a first love.

Jonathan liked to believe he was way past that stage, thank you very much. Therefore, he had no reason not to accompany Ray to the party and pretend he was a part of the campus life like everyone else. Maddox would just play around with some girl, like he usually did, no matter what Sunny Hill Xpress kept talking about, and Jonathan would play the wallflower for as long as it was polite to be there and then return to his humble quarters.

The most annoying part of it all wasn’t how things played out, which was entirely for the best, but how disappointed he felt. He couldn’t repress that annoying feeling if it killed him, and he was getting a bit tired to be so guarded all the time just so that he could keep any thoughts of Maddox out of his mind.

Ray was already bouncing off the walls with excitement, as the hour at which the party started was drawing near. He had tried four different hairstyles that Jonathan had found strangely similar since Ray couldn’t discipline his mop of hair if an army of hairstylists were at his beck and call. Then the wardrobe ordeal had come, and Jonathan had used all the persuasion he could muster to convince his roommate that he just needed to dress comfortably to enjoy the party.

“Is this how you’re going?” Ray’s eyes grew wide when he looked at him.

For no particular reason, Jonathan had opted for the same light sweater he had worn at the time of the kiss. In the evenings, the temperatures were starting to drop, so it was a reasonable choice. “Yes. What is wrong with it?”

“It’s like you’re dressed for class, not a party. So conservative,” Ray commented and shook his head.

“You somehow still have the wrong idea about this party. It’s not the country club, Ray.”

“My point exactly. The only thing you’re missing is a tie.”

Well, if it had happened that he wore one that time, he would have picked a tie, too, right now. Was he being sentimental? No, he just enjoyed clothes he could feel comfortable in, unlike Ray. “Stop pestering me already. Look who turned into a party animal overnight, giving lessons to others on how to dress and all. Let’s just go already so that you can see that it’s just another party.”

“Just another party,” Ray mirrored his last words with a moan. “You must have been to some really cool ones before coming to Sunny Hill, right?”

“Not really, no,” Jonathan said abruptly.

Ray stopped brushing his hair for the tenth time and turned toward him. “Was it that bad? Before? You never talk about it, but I feel like it was.”

Jonathan just threw Ray a look that needed no explanation. He didn’t want to talk to anyone about it, and it wasn’t like he had something against his roommate in particular. But he preferred if that particular sore spot in his life was forgotten, and he was not one to raise the dead, figuratively speaking. The Jonathan Hamilton from before was no more, which meant that he was supposed to be done and over being starry-eyed, naïve, and in love with the wrong person.

That thought kept buzzing around his brain. If he were falling in love with Maddox, it would be so, so bad. What the hell was happening to his resolution that he would just find a nice gay guy, someone out and uncomplicated, who would have no reason to hide? Apparently, it was enough for a pair of lovely gray eyes to look his way, and he was turned into a ditzy character incapable of controlling himself or his feelings.

“I get it,” Ray said, interrupting his musings. “But just know that whenever you’re ready to talk about it, I’ll be right here.”

“Thank you,” Jonathan said and allowed Ray to embrace him shortly. “That’s good to know. Now let’s just go to that party so that you can get it out of your system.”


Maddox was so restless he could barely do more than exchange a few words here and there with people he had personally invited. His eyes kept darting toward the door, as it appeared that Jonathan enjoyed testing his patience by being fashionably late.

Dex slapped his shoulder and then grabbed him to istanbul travesti pull him aside. “Maddox, it’s not that I don’t enjoy watching you fret like a schoolboy waiting for his crush to come through the door, but even I, despite enjoying teasing you the most, need to tell you to chill. It’s torture merely looking at you fidgeting like you have something up your butt.”

“I don’t think he’s coming.”

“It’s early. Not even half the people are here, and Kane is still debating if crackers and chips should be mixed in the same bowl.”

“I don’t think so,” Maddox offered his input. “I mean, just tell him to place them in separate bowls, and get the biggest ones. People are going to start feeding like pigs after a few drinks.”

“Ah, nice to hear you talking about other things. Now, move away from the door and mingle a little like the most popular boy on campus that you are.”

Maddox was about to follow Dex’s advice when the door opened to let in another stream of new comers. And behind them, he noticed right away, Jonathan Hamilton walked in, and suddenly, the entire universe, except for one special guy, disappeared.

He strutted over to him, deciding not to let him out of his sight for one moment. Jonathan might choose to walk back home any moment since he didn’t appear to be the kind to party.

“Hey, Maddox,” someone called and put himself between him and Jonathan.

“Hey, man,” he replied and turned his attention to the intruder with reluctance. That was Ray, Jonathan’s roommate, and Maddox had already forgotten the ruse he had used to get the most important person to attend his party. “Glad to see you could make it.”

Gawd, he was talking like a middle-aged soccer mom. He responded to Ray’s off the scale enthusiasm by giving him a short hug. He stared at Jonathan over the boy’s shoulder. “And that you brought your roommate with you.” His eyes bore into the beautiful ambers that were challenging him from less than one foot away.

“Yeah, not like it was easy, but I convinced him,” Ray chatted happily.

Maddox patted Ray on the back. “See the big guy there?” He pointed at Dex. “Tell him I sent you. He’ll show you around. I’ll take care of your roommate in the meantime,” he added quickly.

Dex needed to help after teasing him so much, so taking care of Ray should be on his list, Maddox decided. While Ray waved happily at Jonathan and rushed toward Dex, he no longer dallied. Without a word, he grabbed Jonathan by the hand and pulled him toward him. As much as he was a mess on the inside, he knew how to play cool on the outside. “What do you say? Do you like our house?”

“It’s big,” Jonathan admitted and pulled his hand away, a bit too slowly to not be interpreted as reluctant. “And nice. I mean, I suppose. I just entered.”

“Let me show you my room,” Maddox said abruptly and gestured with his chin for Jonathan to follow him.

Jonathan frowned slightly and threw a cautious look around. Loud music broke out all of a sudden, as Rusty began taking his DJ role seriously. The already gathered crowd cheered. Maddox took Jonathan firmly by the arm and dragged him up the stairs, without allowing him one single moment to become indecisive.


Jonathan couldn’t stop the butterflies in his stomach from doing somersaults. The moment he had stepped inside the house where the party was held, Maddox had seized him and now, by force of fate or circumstance, they were alone in his room. To give himself a moment to gather his thoughts, he looked around. The room was neater than he would have thought, and the bookshelves were loaded with books. He took a step toward them and began reading titles at random. Maddox’s bed was right in the middle, but he wanted to avoid looking at it, as if an inanimate object such as that could jump at him and give him a scare.

“So, what do you think?” Maddox asked while leaning lazily against the door.

He was wearing a white t-shirt and washed out jeans, both glued to his perfect body like usual. At least, the sleeves had stayed down, Jonathan noticed with a bit of satisfaction. “You have some really great titles in here.”

“If you ever want to borrow anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“I work at the library, remember?” Jonathan said with a small laugh.

He sounded so awkward, so out of his depth, and the next thing he truly needed to consider was how to find a way back to the party and away from that dangerous boy and his dazzling smile.

His first mistake was looking. Maddox cocked his head and blinked slowly, while his full lips stretched even more. Something about how he did that made Jonathan think of a tomcat preparing to devour a bowl of cream.

“So, what is it like to suck cock?”

Jonathan blinked rapidly and stood there, in shock. Maddox was grinning and now it felt like he was actually blocking the door, trapping his guest inside. “Wow, what an ice breaker,” he commented, as soon as he found his words.

Maddox shrugged. “Well, you were istanbul travestileri talking about books, and that’s not why I brought you here.”

“Oh, really?” Jonathan crossed his arms. “I hope you didn’t bring me here to suck your cock.”

Maddox stared at him nonplussed and then started laughing. “Oh, screw me sideways, you’re so easy to rile up. No, no, I was just wondering because I’ve never sucked cock, and in life, it’s good to learn new things from others.”

Jonathan swallowed thickly and made a second mistake, this time by looking at Maddox’s beautiful lips and imagine them briefly —

He shook his head. “Well, if we’re just discussing for the sake of knowledge, well, I can’t say if I do enjoy it.” Finally, his cool was returning to him, and if Maddox thought he would be easy to tease, he wouldn’t make it a walk in the park.

Maddox’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? So, let me get this straight, you’ve never slept with a guy, and you don’t even like sucking cock. What exactly makes you think you’re gay then?”

Jonathan smiled affably. “Well, that’s simple. Right now, the only thing I’m thinking about is how much I want to kiss you.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he knew he had just made his third mistake. It was supposed to be mere teasing! Maddox grinned and walked over to him, his walk confident as usual. “I see,” he said and stopped inches away from him.

Jonathan began searching frantically for a way out. But he was caught between the bed on the right, the desk on the left, and the bookshelves were dangerously close to his back. If he took just one step backward, he would bump into them.

And, of course, Maddox was blocking the only way out. “That’s quite a coincidence,” he purred, “because I was thinking about the exact same thing.”

“Do you want to kiss yourself?” Jonathan made a lame attempt at a joke. “In the mirror? I can’t really blame you. I’d probably think the same if I looked like you.”

He was babbling, turning with each word into a more confused mess, but it was hard to keep his mind going steady when Maddox was so, so close. Jonathan stopped breathing and was about to close his eyes and let the inevitable happen when the other spoke.

“Just to get something clear, if I kiss you, will you punch me before or after? Give a man the chance to prepare.”

Jonathan burst into laughter, most of the tension in his shoulders suddenly gone. “I’m not going to punch you ever again. That was so stupid of me I don’t know what I can do to make it right.”

“I see,” Maddox said, “and I’ll take your word for it. So, you won’t punch me if I do this?”

Jonathan had no time to react as Maddox grabbed him and pushed him onto the bed. In a split second, he was trapped between strong thighs and his shoulders were pinned to the bed. Above him, Maddox’s pretty eyes were burning. “Well? Are you sure you’re not going to do anything?”

Jonathan just nodded and licked his lips.

“Good,” Maddox said matter-of-factly, and the next moment, those maddeningly soft lips were on his, making each and every one of his dreams from the last week come true.

Dreams were one thing; reality was way, way better. The first time, he hadn’t allowed Maddox to kiss him properly, and then he had been the instigator. But now, he was getting a front row seat to an outstanding performance.

First, his lips were slowly taken, despite the quickness of the initial attack. It looked like sometime, overnight, his bottom lip must have turned into a most delicious dish because Maddox appeared to be fixated on it, and especially on devouring it with tiny nibbles. Just as he was about to protest, Maddox switched angles and took his mouth completely.

His shoulders were no longer pinned to the bed; however, his head was caged between strong arms, and he could detect the other’s pleasant smell, of just washed skin and something deeper. Jonathan chased the scent, lost in sensations, while Maddox began pushing his tongue inside, challenging his to come out and play.

Never before had he been the kind to step back from a sweet fight like this. Thus, he started giving back, enjoying every second of hearing Maddox’s moans triggered by each of his actions.

“Fuck.” Maddox stopped for a moment, and they stared at each other, breathless and far from satisfied. “You’re one hell of a kisser, Jonathan Hamilton.”

“You’re not bad yourself, Maddox Kingsley,” he replied in kind.

“Then we should go back to it, right?”

Jonathan nodded. This moment was real and unreal at the same time; it happened in a bubble, away from all his disappointments and fears. The only regret he had right now was that soon, it would be over, and he would have to return to drab reality.


He smelled the same way he had smelled that time; he even wore the same clothes. And his mouth, his mouth was everything, better than he remembered. Maddox had always enjoyed kissing the girls he had been with, but this was different travesti istanbul in a way that was making him tremble with excitement from head to toes. Maybe only the very first kiss in his entire life could compare to this. And seeing this was the second time they were kissing, all the signals that this thing was special, no matter what definition could describe it, were lighting up.

He loved how firm yet still soft Jonathan’s lips felt. He loved how that mouth, usually set in a straight line, opened at the mere touch of his lips, welcoming him inside. And most of all, he loved the tongue that wrapped around his, teasing it, tasting it, giving its all. It was maddening to kiss Jonathan. It was pure pleasure and something more than that.

Too bad they had to breathe, but it was rewarding to discover that he wasn’t the only one out of breath. For a few moments, they stared at each other, saying nothing.

From up close, Jonathan was even more attractive. Yeah, those amber eyes were amazing, and Maddox felt like he could drown in them with no regrets. The slightly flushed skin looked good on him, too, and made him look human and full of life, no matter how much Jonathan wanted to project a cool collected image of himself everywhere he went. It made Maddox wonder if that was caused by a rigid upbringing or if Jonathan had something to hide and chose to do so behind a façade made of stone.

The lips betrayed him the most. They were full, so kissable that they could drive anyone who dared to look too close mad, absolutely mad. Maddox leaned in for another kiss; he was far from finished, and who knew when he would have Jonathan pinned to the bed like this again.

“Shouldn’t you go back to the party?”

The question stopped him midway. “I don’t care that much about it.”

“But you’re supposed to be its star, aren’t you?”

Maddox grimaced. “Do you want to go back to the party, Jonathan? ‘Cause that would be a low blow.”

“Really? How so? And you know I only punch above the belt,” Jonathan said and his eyes twinkled.

Oh, yeah, there was so much mischief in there. Maddox cared for absolutely nothing else in the world but how to find the key to the mystery that was this beautiful guy lying underneath him. “Ha, ha, very funny. And you were saying that you would never hit me again.”

“Well, give me a serious enough reason, and I might,” Jonathan teased him.

“That’s not nice. I don’t like being punched, and I’m not searching for a safe word.”

Damn Rusty and his crazy ideas!

Jonathan frowned slightly. “A safe word? I don’t intend to spank you, either, just so you know.”

Maddox could feel his skin getting warm at the mention of that. Cool looking Jonathan having a dude bent over his lap, one of his elegant hands resting right above the curve of his nice ass…

All right, that was just making him jealous. And horny, at the same time. Maddox grounded his crotch into Jonathan, making the other let out a small, unmistakable grunt. Yeah, yeah, he was not the only one getting desperate here, and that was a good thing. “So,” he drawled, “have you ever spanked someone?”

The amber eyes blinked prettily. “No, of course not.”

“Would you like to?”

“Again, the answer is ‘no’.” The amber eyes lit up with alarm, but not the panicky kind.

Maddox didn’t really have the time to unpack the significance of that look. “Why not?”

“Seriously? Because… I don’t know, I don’t see myself as that kind of person.”

“Violent, you mean? Because you definitely were violent toward me when I tried to kiss you.”

Jonathan groaned. “I’m really sorry about that punch. I don’t even know what came over me. I thought you were pulling a prank on me, and next thing I knew, you’d start laughing.”

Maddox scoffed. “Are you serious? I only kiss someone when I want to do it for real. I’d never do that. What exactly makes people think that I’m a prankster?”

“People? So it’s not just me,” Jonathan concluded.

“Well,” Maddox said, now irritated, “I’m not a prankster. Everything I do, I do with honesty. So, why wouldn’t you spank me?”

The question seemed to take both of them by surprise. Maddox hadn’t intended to phrase it like that, but he just couldn’t stand the idea of Jonathan fondling some rando’s butt when he could fondle his.

Jonathan got red in the face. “I was just joking about even punching you ever again, no matter what you’d do. How did we get to spanking?”

“Omigod, you’re such a virgin.” Maddox changed tack and chose to tease Jonathan some more. He didn’t want to think of Jonathan’s hands wandering anywhere below his belt right now because he needed to prepare better for that first. And he had never been into the crazy stuff Rusty was into, so his mind was just polluted with that kind of crap for no reason at all. On top of it all, Jonathan blushing like crazy was a sight to behold, and he wanted more of it.

“Well, I am, and I’m not denying it. Since you’re not, and you’re obviously the more experienced, I see it as a low blow on your part to tease me over my lack of knowledge on the matter.”

“Wow, do you ever breathe between words?”

“Not when you’re around.”

“Damn, tough. Because I’m not going to let you breathe anyway.”

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Giving in to My Desires Ch. 01

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Chanel Preston

It was mid-way through summer and I was lying on a sun bed in the backyard with the sun shining down on me. It was close to midday and I lay there with my eyes closed wearing a pair of black briefs resting. My name is Theo, I’m 23 years old with shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic build and am 5’8”.

I’m currently in college and my boyfriend Alejandro, also 23, normally lives with me but is away for 12 months doing an internship in Spain. Here I was 6 months into his internship missing him and thinking we were halfway through the year he had away with me back home in upstate New York.

Alejandro is from Costa Rica, we had met at college and had been going out for almost 6 months when he took the internship in Spain. He is 5’9” with an olive complexion, athletic build and has wavy black hair past his ears and brown eyes.

With both of us being 23 and very sexually active when together the time apart was becoming very difficult. I found myself horny all the time and our video sex calls were now getting boring after 6 months, there was only so much dialogue we could exchange before it became repetitive. One of our ongoing fantasies was imagining catching the other having sex and then joining in. This had heated things up for a few weeks but was now also becoming repetitive.

We didn’t have an open relationship though and had not actually discussed this topic prior to Alejandro leaving for Spain so I was doing my best to stay committed which meant a lot of jerking off.

As I lay on the sun bed I was completely relaxed and almost falling asleep when my phone buzzed on the side table next to me. I opened my eyes realising I had a hard-on and sat up reaching across for the phone. It was a message from Oliver, he was also in my classes at college and was on exchange from Sweden.

We had quickly become friends as Oliver was gay too and along with Alejandro and my other friends we had befriended Oliver last year and taken him under our gay wing so to speak. Taking him to all the bars and clubs we knew and trying to help him hook up.

Not that he needed much help, he was hot! Oliver was 24 had short blonde hair, blue eyes, an athletic build similar to mine but he was taller at 5’10” and tanned. If it wasn’t for me already dating Alejandro, Oliver would certainly be the type of guy I would hit on myself. He seemed to be attracted to me as well and we had a thing going since we met where we casually flirted with one another but words were as far as it ever went between us.

The message read, ‘Hey Theo, the Mexi-boys are having a pool party at their place this afternoon starting at 2pm. Get your hot American ass over there! It’s time for some summer fun!’

I laughed as I read the message and Oliver’s excitement, it had been awhile since my last pool party and being mid-way through summer I thought it was about time for some wild fun. The Mexi-boys pool parties were notorious for getting wild and I thought with Alejandro being away this could be exactly what I need to take my mind off things and let my hair down.

The Mexi-boys were Diego and Ares, they like most of my friends were gay and both were 22 years old. They were together but in an open relationship and looked almost like twins. Both were 5’8”, had brown eyes with short black hair, dark olive skin and the only difference between the two was that Ares had a muscular build while Diego was more athletic.

They’re pool parties had a habit of starting out fun with music and drinking and then ending in more sexual festivities with all sorts of games happening. Normally it was fine as in the past I had been single or would be there with Alejandro and we would do everything together but with him being away this time I thought I would just stay for the pool and music and then leave as the evening progressed and things got more wild.

I replied to Oliver, ‘Oh yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you. I might make it down there.’

A few moments later my phone buzzed again and it was Oliver responding with three eggplant emoji’s.

Now that I wouldn’t be spending the entire day on the sun bed and realising I had to make myself presentable for the pool party I got up and headed inside. I had to figure out what I would wear and also had to do some quick body maintenance to ready myself for the pool. Alejandro was away so I didn’t really have to impress anybody but I still liked to look good when displaying my body to others and took pride in my appearance.

I jumped in the shower and quickly shaved everywhere except for a small patch of hair I liked to leave above my crotch and followed this with a moisturising wash all over. Stepping out the shower I dried off and started to do my hair styling it loosely down past my ears giving me a sort of blonde surfer look.

I moisturised again all over my body and walked to the bedroom closet to pick out my clothes for the afternoon. I grinned as I opened my drawers and saw my favourite pair of pink swimming briefs. They always istanbul travesti looked great on me and I thought this would definitely get a good reaction from the boys at the pool party.

I slipped them on and they clung tightly to my ass cheeks and held my cock and balls firmly in place. I did a quick turn in the mirror and my smile widened as I looked at my ass, you could clearly see each of my cheeks cushioned beneath the thin layer of fabric.

Over the top of the pink swimming briefs I put on a pair of grey shorts that just covered my upper thigh and then a pink tank top. Happy with my choices I looked at the clock, it was approaching 2pm. Diego and Ares didn’t live that far from my place so an Uber would only take me 5 minutes.

Looking in the closet again I saw the day bag that Alejandro and I kept ready for our trips to the beach and picked it up throwing the strap over my shoulder. It had all the things we needed when hitting the water including sunscreen for my white complexion so I didn’t need to bother opening it.

I went to the fridge and grabbed some drinks, I had a six pack of seltzer and then also grabbed a bottle of tequila to take for the boys. I checked my phone as 2pm came around and it buzzed again.

It was another message from Oliver, ‘Theo I’ve just arrived, are you on the way? It’s just me, the Mexi-boys and Jacob.’

I grinned at Oliver’s message as I ordered an Uber. Jacob was an ex of Oliver’s. He was 22 and over from England, 5’11” with short brown hair, blue eyes and a muscular build. Oliver and Jacob had dated for a month or so awhile back but hadn’t wanted to keep things going. They were still friendly and I was friends with both of them but could understand with not that many people there yet that Oliver might feel uncomfortable.

‘I’m leaving now mate, be there in 5.’ I messaged back to Oliver as the Uber arrived out the front of my place.

When I arrived at Ares and Diego’s place there were a few more cars parked out front meaning more of the boys had likely arrived. I wondered how many of us there would be for the pool party, normally there were around 10 of us to start with and it would drop off as the night progressed. Only difference for me this time was that I would be one of the ones leaving early in the night before the wild festivities really started.

I walked up the drive and there was a note on the door saying for everyone to walk around back to the pool and that the side gate was open. I followed the path and passed the gate coming out at the pool deck.

The sun was shining and I looked across the pool deck, sitting on two of the sun beds were Diego and Ares, Jacob lay on the third and final sun bed, while in the pool Oliver was paddling around with Min and Lee. They were both Korean with short black hair, brown eyes, incredibly muscular bodies and looked very similar except that Min was 6’0” and Lee was 5’11”. They worked on their bodies a lot as they competed in body sculpting competitions.

I yelled out hey to everyone and proceed to walk around the pool as they all responded. I thanked Diego and Ares for arranging their famous pool party again and opened my bag giving them the bottle of tequila. They both grinned widely and Diego stood up from his sun bed and thanked me as he grabbed the bottle and guided me to the bar table that was set up.

He told me they had a few bottles which was great as they wanted a wild afternoon and then he showed me the ice buckets to put my seltzers into. As I leaned forward to empty my seltzers into the ice bucket I noticed that Diego’s hand lingered against my left ass cheek.

I stood back up and he was grinning at me and said ‘So…this is your first pool party without Alejandro huh, are you ready for some fun!’ He winked at me as he said this and lightly slapped my ass again.

I laughed back at him and playfully pushed his right shoulder, ‘Oh I’m ready for some fun but I don’t think it’s the kind of fun you’re thinking of Diego. I’m not planning to end up between you and Ares.’ They had a habit of enjoying threesomes and spit roasting the third guy. At their pool parties in the past they had bragged about this many times to Alejandro and I and last year they had actually spit roasted Oliver on one of the sun beds.

‘Oh no one ever plans on being between us Theo, it just kind of happens.’ He winked at me again and walked back to the sun bed.

I opened a can of seltzer and went over to chat with Oliver who had swum up to the side of the pool closest to the bar. ‘Hey Theo, about time you got here bro, can you pass me a can?’

I nodded and grabbed a can of seltzer for Oliver too and handed it to him. He looked up and asked how I was going. I told him how the summer had been so far and that Alejandro was having fun in Spain.

‘I bet he is!’ Replied Oliver. ‘And I guess that means you should be having some fun too eh, now how about you down that can and jump in with us?’

I grinned at Oliver, istanbul travestileri ‘I guess it does.’ Downing the seltzer in a few sips and crushing the can in my hand.

‘Yeah!’ Yelled out Oliver and I threw the can into the bin and started to take off my pink tank top and grey shorts. When I stepped out of the shorts I heard Oliver gulp and say ‘Damn Theo, you look so fucking hot!’

I grinned as I threw my clothes to the side and stood there proudly showing off my athletic body wearing just the tight pink swimming briefs. ‘You think so huh? I wasn’t sure they showed off my butt enough.’ I twisted my body pressing out my ass in Oliver’s directing.

He laughed at me and said ‘Oh you slut, that ass looks great and you know it. Isn’t that right Min…Lee?’

By now Min and Lee had swum over to say hello too and they also complimented my butt. I thanked them and then stepped slowly into the pool seeing Diego and Ares watching me from the corner of my eye and pleased with myself that I had become the centre of attention. There was something gratifying about looking so good in front of all these boys and knowing that I was the forbidden fruit.

It was now myself in the pool wearing my pink swimming briefs, Oliver wearing a pair of red swim trunks and then Min and Lee both wearing blue briefs. Ares and Diego were sunbathing beside the pool wearing white briefs with Jacob next to them wearing his black ones. I had to say we all looked great and it was turning into one sexy pool party.

Oliver’s tanned skin was glistening as we started to wade through the pool from end to end talking about our summers so far. Between working and studying we hadn’t actually seen much of each other so it was good to get updated on what each of us had been doing.

Min and Lee stood leaning against the side of the pool talking to one another while watching Oliver and I move across the pool. The sun was shining down on us and it felt great to be relaxing in the water and catching up with my friends.

Min yelled across to Ares, ‘Hey Ares, is anyone else coming or is it just us?’

I looked over as Ares grinned back at Min, ‘Just us? I think we’re doing pretty well for ourselves Min, looking at you boys in the pool is like a scene from a male model commercial.’

Lee laughed and flexed his muscles as did Oliver who stopped in front of me and lifted his arms from the water flexing his biceps. I watched as his biceps tensed and the water dripped from his glistening arms and chest. He did look hot.

Ares continued, ‘But to answer your question Min, we are still waiting on Calvin and Chai.’

Min grinned, ‘Oh goodie, I do like it when Calvin joins us for these pool parties.’

Calvin was African American and played football for the college team. He was 22 years old and the only gay player on the team and we loved it when he hung out with us. He was built like a body builder and 6’0” with a muscular physique, short black hair and brown eyes. He also had a million dollar smile that at past pool parties had made Min weak in the knees.

Chai was our Thai friend, he is the shortest of our group at 5’7” and has an athletic build with bronzed complexion, short black hair and brown eyes. I liked Chai because he had a great sense of humour and whenever I went over to his place he made the best food. I also liked that he was the only one in our group that was shorter than me and that made me feel taller.

I watched from the pool as Jacob shifted in his sun bed, he had been watching Oliver and I swim through the pool. Although he and Oliver had broken up they did still have a friends with benefits thing going on and I thought he might be getting jealous of seeing Oliver swimming with me in the pool.

This only became more true when Oliver swam up behind me and wrapped his arms around my back and chest squeezing me against him. I laughed out as he held me against him and I could feel him pressing his pelvis into me causing his crotch to push against my ass. He breathed into my ear and seductively said, ‘Mmmmmm now that feels good Theo, should we continue this inside?’ He then wrapped his legs around my waist and was clinging to me as I stood in the centre of the pool.

I pressed my butt back against Oliver and turned my head slightly replying, ‘This is the most action I’ve had for 6 months Oli and it looks like Jacobs getting jealous.’

Oliver turned to see Jacob gazing over at the two of us, ‘Oh well let him watch then.’

I laughed again and squatted downward dunking us both into the water and causing Oliver to release himself from my body. As we both came up to the surface again we were grinning and Lee said across to us, ‘That was sexy Blonde boys, you two fit nicely into those positions. Oliver would top right?’

Oliver grinned flexing his biceps again above the water and replied, ‘That’s right Lee, I’d top that ass.’

Lee looked at me his smile widening, ‘Oh me too Oli, me too.’ And he winked at me.

‘Well travesti istanbul I don’t mind being the centre of attention boys but you’re forgetting one thing. I’m taken…..Alejandro remember?’ I did a quick twirl in the water and continued, ‘You can look but not touch.’

Oliver laughed, ‘Sorry for breaking the rules then Theo. You’ll have to punish me… plus Alejandro is all the way in Spain don’t think he’d mind if you had some fun with us while he’s away.’

‘Yeah if he’s in another country then it’s all fair game Theo, if you want it to be that is…’ Lee grinned at Min as he trailed of his comment.

It felt good to have Oli and Lee both staring at my body, it made me feel sexy and I felt electric as I wade through the water and felt the blood rushing to my crotch. ‘Hmmm good points boys, guess we’ll just have to wait and see.’ I winked back at them as I said this and started to swim up the pool making sure to push my butt up out of the water as I did so ensuring they both got a view of my bubble butt as I swam away.

Oliver sighed, ‘That Alejandro is one lucky guy.’

While we continued to swim in the pool, Diego, Ares and Jacob had sat up and started talking about the weekend before when they had gone to a nightclub. As I swam I could hear bits of what they were saying and it sounded as though Jacob had hooked up with a stranger but it was just a one night stand nothing more.

Ares then mentioned that he would start to get the BBQ ready, he was going to be making his famous steak sandwiches. Jacob went with him to help with the BBQ while Diego stayed on the sun bed.

I’d been in the water for almost an hour by now and with 2 of the sun beds now free decided to get out of the pool and lay down with Diego. As I lifted myself from the pool Oliver whistled over at me, ‘Oh yeah there’s my peach!’

As I walked over and lay down on the sun bed next to Diego I replied, ‘Haha your peach huh Oli, I don’t think you could handle it.’

Diego grinned at me and then shouted back to Oli, ‘Oh sounds like that’s a challenge Oliver, if you’re not up for in then I’m happy to jump in.’

‘You guys are way to horny.’ I said as I closed my eyes and felt the sun already beginning to dry off my dripping wet skin.

‘I’m sure you are too Theo, what’s it been 6 months since you last had any sex? Bet you could use a nice hard cock about now, maybe even a Mexican one?’ I felt Diego reach over and playfully slap my hand as he said this.

‘No way Diego, Theo wants to try Swedish if anything. You and Ares can sit this one out.’ Oliver’s voice was getting closer and I realised he must have left the pool as well and had now moved to be on the sun bed on my other side.

‘Alright, settle down boys. I’ll be leaving before any of those festivities start. You too will just have to help out each other.’ Hearing me say this both Oli and Diego commented that I had to stay for a little bit at the very least.

As we spoke the smell of the BBQ started to drift over and it was incredible. Ares sure did know how to cook up a storm and he was in the process of showing Jacob his tricks, pouring tequila over the meat.

Suddenly down the side path I hear someone yell, ‘Sup boys! Time to get this party started!’ It was Calvin and not far behind him was Chai. They had both arrived at the same time and now all 9 of us were there. Min and Lee who had left the pool too went and turned the music up and started handing us all another drink.

I accepted my seltzer and stood up from the sun bed as I took a sip and went to say hello to Calvin and Chai. They were both already wearing just their swimming trunks with Calvin in a pair of purple briefs that did nothing to conceal his sizeable bulge and Chai in a pair of white briefs.

With the BBQ cooking, music blaring and good company we all started to talk and dance around between the pool and BBQ. I had to admit this was fun and just what I needed in the summer break.

Dancing with Oliver, we were moving our bodies against each other when Jacob drifted across to us from the BBQ and started to dance as well. I shifted to the side to let Jacob slip between us and as he and Oliver started to dance more seductively together I felt hands slip down my shoulders to my waist and looked down to see Calvin’s strong hands gripping my hips as he moved behind me and started to sway our hips together from side to side in time with the music.

‘How you doing Theo?’ Calvin asked, his head above mine and his chin leaning down resting on my forehead as I looked up at him.

‘You know how it is Calvin, the boyfriends away and these boys think they have a chance.’

‘Is that right? Well you tell me if you feel like trying some chocolate, from what Alejandro has told me you have an ass that won’t quit and I’d like to see that for myself.’

I laughed thinking of Alejandro bragging about sleeping with me, he did love fucking my ass and I loved taking it from him. Just thinking about it made my ass tingle and cock pulse quickly which I felt as though Calvin also noticed.

Before we could continue our conversation though we were interrupted by Ares announcing loudly that the BBQ was ready and his famous steak sandwiches were hot off the grill.

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Chastity Challenge at a Gay Bar

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So I was once at a party with friends who went home one after another. At around midnight it was just me and as you might imagine I was a bit drunk. I decided party is not over and went to this local gay club. It sadly no longer exists, but it was this Blue Oyster type of establishment. Leather, light BDSM, fuck club. I had arrived and found out it was “all naked” theme party in progress, so I went with the flow. I was there for about an half an hour, warming up, getting more drunk when this fella spoke up. He was around 30, muscular, but not ripped. Just the right amount of muscle. Thick black hair and a strict look. Bully at the first glance. Oh and pretty impressive dick.

There were about 20 of us when we gathered around him as he announced with a light Australian accent “Hello everyone! I want to introduce myself!” He was the hottest guy in the club so naturally everyone paid attention.

“My name is Dennis and I will be in town for a few months. I would like to use this time and try out something I want for a long time. I have this.” he pointed at the bar where the device lay. I have seen one online before and always wanted to try it. It was a chastity belt. istanbul travesti This one was fairly small.

“Anyone know what it is and want to use it?” he asked. Everyone was silent, but as hard as I tried not to, I was getting a hard on.

He noticed. “Hey mate, you seem to like it!”

Everyone looked at me, then at my boner, some of them smiled.

“There is another one!” shouted someone from the crowd and pushed one young guy with a raging boner out.

It was really easy to tell Dennis liked where the situation was going and said “Perfect, we will have a challenge for it. I need two other guys who would like to get a blowjob”.

Some raised hands. He picked two of them and they walked next to him. He continued “you two will give those two a blow. Who will manage to get his guy to cum first will be spared, the other one locked in. How does that sound?”

The crowd started to cheer. We were both hard as fuck, there was no point in trying to hide it. I was out to it and now blame the alcohol for it. So I went to the guy I liked more. The other challenger was hesitant, but joined shortly. It is safe to say we were both nervous.

More istanbul travestileri guys from the black room joined the bar, all curious of course… around 25 were watching at that point.

Dennis continued “I thought I will choose who will be assigned to who, but I think I like the natural choice made. I said blowjob, so no hands. You will swallow the load.” Said with a strict tone.

“Any last questions?” he asked.

My heart was beating.. and then the guy I picked said “I have already cummed three times today. Good luck boy!” he was laughing as he said it. Shit, I thought.

I looked at the other guy, he was already hard. Mine was not. We started sucking. It took around 3 minutes just to get him half hard. At that point the guy next to me was already moaning. It took just 5 more minutes and the competitor was shooting his load. I realised what shit I put myself into.

“Great job!” applauded Dennis.

“Now what is your name?” he asked me as I sat down defeated.

“Michael” I answered.

“Sit down on this chair and put hands behind your back, Michael” I did what he asked. Then he pulled handcuffs from behind the bar and put travesti istanbul it on.

„So you don’t run away.” he smiled.

As I was strapped down he said “You never asked for how long will the chastity be on, mate.” He was right, shit.

Now they were all standing around me, laughing. He took the chastity and started to do the work. “If you get hard now, I’ll squeeze your balls until it’s soft, understood?” I nodded, I was so nervous I could not even if I wanted to.

He put a metal ring around my balls and dick. Then the cage, then the lock. As I felt metal around my cock I felt blood pumping to my dick. “You can get hard now,”he laughed so hard.

“You know what will happen next? I’ll buy you a drink or two and then you will go home. You will meet me here next Friday and we will see if you deserve to be unlocked, yes?” I wanted to protest so hard, but there was no way out of this for me. The chastity was tight, it won’t go down without the key.

“You will give me a spare key in case of an emergency?” I tried to ask.

“Absolutely not!!” the bar exploded with laughter. Fuck fuck fuck!!

We have been drinking, but I don’t remember much of what happened. I know I gave him my phone number, he refused to give me his. I recall I was “borrowed” to some guys so they could check the chastity out. Dennis was very explicit about what will happen if I don’t obey.

Rest of the night is black.

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The Prodigal and the Pack Pt. 02

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Part One: Zack

When I regained consciousness I was flat on my back in an unfamiliar place. I launched upward with a start, but felt firm hands push me back down.

“Easy there, son. Just relax. You’re safe now.”

Apparently, I was in the back of an ambulance. Two paramedics loomed over me as I lay on a stretcher. One was older black man, the other was a white guy that looked to be my age. My mind flashed back to the creature in the woods. In a panic I started babbling, “Did you see it? Did you get it? The werewolf! Did you get it?”

The younger of the paramedics laughed and said, “You got a love Halloween! Always brings out the movie monsters. Had a girl last year, high as a kite, was convinced her landlord was Saw.”

The other, older paramedic looked down at me. “Easy now, we are you going to give you a little something to help you relax.”

My head was pounding. They didn’t believe me.

The younger one suddenly laughed. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a werewolf movie.”


“My girlfriend made me watch that Twilight shit. But that don’t count. I never saw, like, the classic, old black-and-white one.”

The older paramedic looked at his co-worker. “There’s one where Jack Nicholson plays the werewolf. Now that one was good.”

I drifted off again.

I had fucked up dreams.

I was back in that clearing in the woods, but it was daylight. No werewolf but for some reason there was a certain cartoon dog owned by a certain mega entertainment corporation. Dreams never make sense.

I stood in the clearing and I realized I was standing in a pool of blood. I remember asking who’s blood it was.

“Well gawrsh,” said the cartoon dog. “Its yours, silly.”

I figured he must know what he’s talking about.

“They didn’t believe me about the monster,” I said to the cartoon dog.

“Nope, ah-hyuck!” He shook his head. “The real question, buddy, is do you believe it happened?”

“What are you talking about?,” I exclaimed. “I was there! Of course I believe it happened.”

He looked down at me.

“But are ya sure? I mean, ya are having a dream conversation with a fictional cartoon character. Are you sure your perceptions aren’t a little, ya know, impaired? Ah-hyuck!”

He proceeded to get tangled in a garden hose and fall down a well. Dreams are fucking weird.

But he made a good point. No one was going to believe me. Did I believe me?

The next time I woke up I was somewhere different. I was laying on a bed in an unfamiliar room. The lights were dim but not completely dark. On the wall was a digital clock that red 6:28 AM. I was groggy, and my head was pounding. As I tried to move I realized I had an IV in my arm.

The most surprising thing however, was that I was not alone. There was someone standing at the foot of my bed. For a moment my heart began to race until i realized it was a woman in scrubs.

“How are you feeling, Mr. Wilson?”

I istanbul travesti tried to talk but by mouth felt like it was full of cotton balls. I finally croaked out, “Fine…”

“There’s a glass of water there, have a drink.”

The water was cold and felt good in my mouth. I was able to ask, “Where am I?”

“University Hospital. You had a wild night last night. One of your friends thinks someone spiked your drink with something. We ran tests but we are not sure what it is. You were dehydrated when they brought you in, but you are doing much better now. The doctor will be by later to check you out. If she says it’s ok, we’ll send you home. Try to get a little more rest.”

Drugged? I wasn’t drugged. I mean, I had smoked a little weed, and had way too much to drink. But I wasn’t tripping balls. Yet, I also thought I had an encounter with a seven foot tall werewolf. What was the more logical scenario? At the end of the day, I’m realist.

I was feeling more subdued later when the doctor cleared me for release. I was staring to wonder about getting back to my dorm when Jessica and my roommate Lenny showed up with clean clothes.

Jessica gave me a big hug and kept apologizing as if everything was her fault. I finally got her to stop by agreeing to buy me breakfast. It’s the most important fucking meal of the day. A short time later found Jess and I at a Waffle House where much coffee and bacon was consumed.

She filled me in on all the details that I had missed. When I didn’t return from the woods, people started searching for me. Apparently I was missing for about two hours before I was found. And of course, she didn’t mention anything about werewolves, wolves, or even particularly spooky furries. Just that some of the searchers had heard me scream. When they found me, I was alone. So I didn’t mention it either. I mean, maybe I was tripping last night. That had to be it.

“You have an admirer.”

“Huh?” I asked, drinking more coffee.

“Check out the guy two booths back.”

I pulled off a classic yawn/stretch/checkout guy maneuver before casually returning to the waffle in front of me. “You talking about the dark haired hottie?”

“Yep. He keeps looking over here at you.”

“Hmmm…yes please!”

We both laughed, and for the first time I felt like the events of the last night were some sort of bad dream. The rational part of my brain was working overtime to pack it all away into little boxes: dehydration, spooky woods, bad trip. No werewolves to be found.

Jessica paid our bill and headed out. I walked by the dark haired hottie. He was quite sexy. He glanced up at me and smiled as I walked by and I felt a little flutter. He was my age, maybe a little older. He had amazing dark eyes. His body was smoking too. For a second I contemplated going back and introducing myself but Jessica was dragging me back to the car.

Oh well. Maybe next time.

Part Two: The Sinclairs

Conner and Eddie istanbul travestileri had worked out a plan on the late night drive to the hospital. As the elevator opened onto the third floor, Connor headed straight for the nurse’s station while Eddie hung back, sniffing discreetly at the air.

Connor approached the lone nurse at the nurse’s station, a middle aged women who was focused on her computer. He put a little swagger in his step, and let his large chest puff just a bit.

“Hello there.”

The nurse looked up, and smiled in recognition. “Well, hello sheriff!”

He smiled back, flashing his pearly whites. “Sorry to disturb you.”

Connor knew exactly what he was doing. The guys at the station sometimes joked that the sheriff had a kind of animal magnetism. If only they knew just how right they were. Connor could work his charm on women, men, or anyone with a functional libido. He just needed to cause a little distraction while Eddie did his part.

“No problem at all Sheriff. What brings you here at this hour?”

“Well, I heard there was a little trouble out close to my place. College kid who got lost in the woods. Thought I would follow up. See, I had a little trouble on my property a few weeks back, and thought it could be related.”

“Really? They think this kid was on some sort or drugs. The paramedics said he was raving about monsters.”

“Ah. Well, that’s unfortunate. He local or from the school?”



“He’ll be fine. They’re running some tests to see what he took. He’ll have a hell of a headache when he wakes up, though.”

Conner smiled. “Better him than me.”

The nurse laughed, batting her eyes. Conner was about to launch the next wave of his charm offensive when he sensed his son returning from down the hall. Part one of the plan was done.

“Hey, do you think I could poke my head in and take a quick look?”

“Well, I shouldn’t…”

“I’m just playing a hunch. If it’s nots my guy, no harm no foul.” He smiled again, and her resistance crumbled.

“Well, okay. Follow me.”

The nurse led Conner down the hallway. Eddie had slipped out of sight, but Connor knew he was near by, waiting for the second part of the plan.

Connor hated hospitals. Despite the many chemical smells, you could never completely hide the smell of blood from a nose as sensitive as his. And one of the top two things a wolf couldn’t help but to react to was the smell of blood. The other being sex.

And there was something in the air, as Conner approached the hospital room. It wasn’t abrasive cleaner, and it wasn’t blood. The sheriff stopped in the doorway, and looked at the young man sleeping in the bed. His body was covered by the sheet, but he could clearly see his face. He was young, with clear skin and auburn hair. A sprinkling of freckles graced his nose and cheeks. He was instantly both exotic and familiar. Connor’s wolf bristled inside. The boy’s scent travesti istanbul was enticing. Eddie was right. This boy was special.

“That your boy, Sheriff?”

Conner smiled at the nurse. “Nope.”

“Sorry, hun.”

“Its okay. Just just playing a hunch.”

Conner and the nurse made small talk as they walked back to the nurses station. She went back to her charting and Conner made his way back to the elevator. Eddie was waiting.

Connor nodded to his son. Eddie smiled. The elevator doors opened.

“What do you think, Dad?”


“I got everything you asked for; pictures of his chart, and the all the info I could find in her computer. His name’s Zack Wilson, campus address, birthday…”

“Good job, son.”

The elevator doors closed.

Connor suddenly grabbed his eldest son by the back of the neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. The older man shoved his tongue past Eddie’s lips, sliding it down, tasting the essence of his son. A moment later his son was kissing back, working himself against his father, sucking at the man’s tongue greedily. Connor groped his son’s crotch, and could feel that he was as hard as his father. Both were wild with lust.

The elevator slowed to a stop and the two men broke away. As the doors opened, it was as if the kiss had never happened, except beneath the surface of the two humans, two wolves thrashed with desire. The full moon meant that their wolves were each at their strongest. The wolves wanted out; wanted to sniff, howl, and fuck. They were only held at bay by the iron will of the two men.

As they walked across the hospital parking lot to the car, the two men discussed what to do next.

“What do we do, Dad?”

“Later on, I’ll take this info to the station, run it through the databases, and see what I can find on this boy. For now, you are going to get a few hours sleep, then get back here. They will discharge him today. You’re gonna follow. Don’t let him out of your sight.”

“Yes Sir.”

“When he’s back at his dorm, we’ll figure out the next steps.”

Sometime later, Eddie Sinclair found himself sitting in a Waffle House, drinking bad coffee, and watching Zack. Eddie hadn’t been able to sleep. He was too keyed up by everything that had happened. He could draw on the strength of his wolf to keep himself awake for days at a time. But the coffee helped.

At one point, Zack turned and looked directly at Eddie. Eddie tore his eyes away, and stared into his coffee cup. Clumsy and stupid. getting caught like that. Later as Zack left the restaurant, Eddie made eye contact again. Zack smiled at him. Inside he could feel his wolf tense, wanting to come to the surface. Eddie smiled back and nodded, and Zack walked on. Eddie took some deep, calming breaths, calming himself and his wolf.

Eddie placed a twenty on the table and followed Zack outside. He wouldn’t lose his quarry now. He stood at the door and watched as the boy and his friend walked towards their car. Eddie felt his cock twitch as he saw Zack’s ass walk across the parking lot. Eddie knew that he and his wolf wouldn’t rest until they solved the mystery of who this young man was, and why he smelled so irresistibly good.

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Amsterdam Bukakee Club

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Visiting Amsterdam one day I was asked ‘how much’

Amsterdam Bukakee Club

after crossing the Skinny Bridge this is where we ended up.

My name is Sean I live and work in Den Haag for an oil company it was a quite Sunday for a change of scene I took the 35 minute train ride into Amsterdam. After arriving at Centraal Station I walked with the crowd in the general direction of Dam Square as all visitors do intentionally or otherwise if they follow a crowd in Amsterdam.

It was a hot day I was wearing short tight fitting Fred Perry shorts with matching top and trainers, as I walked through the narrow crowded streets the crowd started to thin out as they disburse into bars, cafés and fast food outlets. Ahead of me the crowd parted into two groups one went down the canal side towards the Red Light District and the other into a narrow lane lined with sex shops with toy’s and DVD’s.

As the oncoming crowd walked towards me from Dam Square I noted someone looking at me, somehow we seemed to have made eye contact with each other. He had a distinctive Nordic look, blond hair, about my height and build and dressed similar to me in shorts and top but with very eye catching red trainers, as we started to pass each other he side stepped in front of me and asked.

“How much?”

I was taken by surprise I had just been propositioned not expecting him to speak to me, I hesitantly asked “what for/where?” {not to be a good choice of words}.

“Have sex back at my hotel” I recognised the hotel name it was expensive and exclusive.

Instinctively I said “sorry NO!” as I tried to side step past him.

Blocking me he replied. “Ok how about a coffee as we are both here alone in Amsterdam?”

I don’t know why but I said “ok” his English was perfect with a distinctively soft Nordic accent, turned out he was Swedish, his name Bjorn and 45 years old. I was approaching thirty at the time.

We went to one of the many canal side outdoor cafés for coffee, Bjorn ordered two coffee’s that I had never heard the name off before, turned out to be a Rope coffee’s laced with good time something or another.

Before long and a second coffee we were chatting too casually and intimate for only knowing each other for very short time. I later found out this was the desired effect of the coffee it makes you relaxed and drop your guard by giving you unfounded confidence in your surroundings. Usually I am overly reserved but directly asked him if he regularly propositioned strangers in the street, his answer was a surprise to me well maybe not.

“Yes; this is Amsterdam.”

I had now lost my reserve maybe it was the coffee or Amsterdam or Bjorn, I don’t know maybe all. I leaned over and discreetly asked “why me I am not Gay?” Then confidently sat back in my chair.

He leaned over discreetly, both our heads now almost touching as he placed both his hands on top of mine and said.

“I think you are and what’s more so do you.”

I didn’t know what to say I could feel a twinge and stiffness just at the thought of it. As I heisted I could see brightness build in Bjorn’s eyes and one of those below the surface smiles start to form. Not to be outdone with my new found courage and confidence.

I bluntly challenged him. “Ok what make you think I am gay?”

His answer was not what I wanted to hear.

“You are in Amsterdam’s Red Light District, a well-known haunt for gays meeting on a Sunday afternoon at Dam Square, you are provocatively dressed advertising your availability, which was what attracted me to you, I am equally dressed and you are attracted to me.

Earlier when I held your hand you didn’t reject it you joined in as you held my hand in acknowledgement. Also you don’t carry a man bag as a statement, like I do with your oils etc. stating you are looking for propositions.

That’s why I believe you are a closet gay waiting to be released, so do you, which is nothing to be ashamed off. Are you willing to explore this with me today to see if you are, or not? I can show you what it is like to be gay without actually having sex together or I could fulfil your curiosity.”

I knew Bjorn was right, in part at least, so I confessed.

“Inwardly I think I might be gay, my co-worker Zac whom I shared a work pod with and work with on a day to day basis is openly gay, not camp or anything like that and I somehow feel attracted to him, possibly I even overcompensate for it.

We go out for beers together after work on a Friday afternoon as does most of the office, one day he invited me to join him, his partner and friends at a beach barbeque, subsequently we all went out for meals as a group which I enjoyed. Some of his friends thought I was gay too and hit on me for casual sex as they thought there was more to my relationship with Zac than work. Zac and his partner have an unusually open relationship.

At a bar one night one of his friends came over istanbul travesti to speak to us called Thomas who I thought was gay, Zac introduced me to him and he joined us for the rest of the evening. Apart from both of us being reserved we seemed to get on very well from the outset and had some common interests, it was one of those fate things, we both had tickets for an open air all night music festival the following night just outside Utrecht and agreed to travel to it together.

We both lived in the same part of town so we traveled home together that night on the tram and we seemed to bond further, even after we got off the tram we stood talking for a while, both of us reluctant to part. But we did, that night I didn’t sleep thinking about him, the following Monday I found out from Zac he had the same sleep issue.

We met the following night at the same tram halt, Thomas had suggested as it was a gayish type music festival we go dressed in short tight fitting shorts, tops and trainers. It took us about an hour to get there only to find it had been canceled at the last moment, something to do with an amplifier failure. Took us about the same time to get back to the tram halt but Thomas was very quiet and distant unlike our outward journey where we were engrossed in each other, initially I thought it was the disappointment of the music festival being cancelled.

No it wasn’t; he didn’t know if he wanted to get into a relationship with me although he initially thought he might like to; the Zac influence. He even went to Amsterdam the preceding Sunday like me provocatively dressed with the intention of being picked up, but wasn’t. Now he was less sure if he was gay I didn’t know what to say we parted and went our own ways.”

I said to Bjorn “here and now, like Thomas I don’t know if being openly gay was something I wanted but I do feel a sort of attraction to you.”

I tried to change the course of the conservation as I was losing my confidence by commenting on it being a hot day. Bjorn said his hotel had a roof top swimming pool and spa area and did I want to go and sit there in the sun and have a beer with him. I knew I had lost trying to redirect the conversation and said “yes” still don’t know why, but I did.

It wasn’t far so we walked there crisscrossing over the canals including crossing over the famous Skinny Bridge, talking as we went about anything and everything but being gay. In part, I was still hopeful of diverting away from his intent behind us going to his hotel, but I was getting more and more excited about it. It was then that I said that I didn’t have any swimwear with me, which was obvious.

Bjorn said “ok I can arrange it at the hotel.”

We arrived at the hotel’s impressive entrance retrieved his key from reception then he took me over to the hotel shop, there was plenty of swimwear for sale, but, were all rainbow or gayish colours and alluring in their cut. It turned out it was an exclusive hotel like I thought but with a predominantly gay clientele.

Two very camp in speech and mannerisms shop assistants came over, Bjorn told them what we wanted and we were directed behind some screens and asked to strip off almost naked as they started to measure us up. I had never experienced anything like that before when buying swimwear it was quite an enchanting and exhilarating experience as we stood there facing each other. A few minutes later they brought two pairs of matching bikini type rainbow paneled swimwear, after trying them on behind the screens we found they were a perfect fit. Bjorn charged both to his room key card.

He then invited me up to his room to get changed and go to the pool somehow after my confessions I felt comfortable in his presence and went with him to his roof top room, which turned out to be an executive suite. It had a private veranda and entrance to the pool area. We changed together in his bedroom avoiding exposing ourselves to each other and were soon standing there together in only our swimwear.

He looked at me smiled and gestured with his hand inviting me to join him in his big bed, somehow I now felt ok about it although I didn’t know what to do next. I slipped off my swimwear first, he followed, and we both stood their naked facing each other our anatomies betraying our mutual intension’s as we embraced then fondled each other before we lay down on the bed together.

By now my heart was palpitating and I could feel wetness forming.

Bjorn recognising my nervousness, insecurity and lack of confidence came over and embraced me with his warm naked body. Starting off with hands-on foreplay exploring my body curvatures, hardness and crevasses which I found seductive and arousing, he could feel my approval as I pressed on him. He then invited me to explore his body intimately we quickly got to know each other, his hand rubbing and gentile touching had an endearing way about it.

It wasn’t long before I felt him reach down and slowly start istanbul travestileri to stroke me, instantly I felt this was what I wanted him to do quickly becoming aroused and wet by it, my body language inviting him to bring me fully on. I was so engrossed by the sensation off it I didn’t notice he had leaned over me until I felt him start to nibble my nipples, my ears, my lips then our tongues touched as we embraced each other, it was then I started to climax over his hand, as out tongues touched again I fully climaxed.

We froze together as we relished that moment, I was very conscious of his hand still holding me as I drained out over it our tongues still seductively embracing each other. It must have been the excitement of being propositioned, laced coffee, being outed, the slow build up and being selected to have sex for the first time with a complete stranger. The extent of my load was prolific and copious which Bjorn seemed to relish. We separated and lay there together still holding each other knowing what would come next.

Bjorn slowly rolled me onto my back placing pillows under me, pushed my knees up as he lent over, all this was new to me so I allowed him to prepare us for pleasure. He fitted protection, pulled and adjusted my steading pillows into position and to rest on, then applied warmed oil which was my first time and it was an erotic experience as he applied it. I lay there still tense about what was going to happen next but had confidence in him, I felt him press gently but firmly. I had read that this first time experience was challenging, what happened next was over in a moment, I had overheard Zac say once it felt like what velcro sounded like as it opens.

I felt him slowly engage, ever so gently no pain just a smooth gentle pressure creating an infilling experience which was unbelievable as we fully engaged. I felt him touch inside creating a solitary moment of ecstasy for me I had never felt anything like that before. Slowly slowly he started to undulate it felt like a single continuous movement of unparalleled joy, my ecstasy was now inducing me into undulations in harmony with him as I sought more and more moments of ecstasy.

Gradually I started to feel intermittent signs he was about to cum, and he did with two or three final lunges as he unloaded. I could feel the pressure of it expand, linger then drain, it was a wonderful experience, as we parted he rolled over lay alongside me smiled as he gestured my turn.

We lay until I had calmed down from my first gay sexual high, once I was relaxed we changed positions. I was so unsure of what I should do next, as he tutored me he positioned himself in readiness. I started not being experienced a few times he said slowly and gentle. After we engaged which was not as difficult as I first thought it would be but seemed to take a long time, I started to undulate each time plowing deeper but it took me a few times before I finally touched him.

Before long I started to establish a slow relaxing rhythm, this I had done before, not gay though, and athletically too. I started to feel I was about to cum I was wrong it was a phantom cum I persevered savoring the erotic sensation until I was able to fully cum. I felt a great moment of achievement, ecstasy and joy at that point, it was then I knew that Bjorn had correctly outed me as wanting to be gay.

We both rolled over again and relaxed. We did it another time each before showering together, it was one of the most enjoyable showers that I ever had, we didn’t do anything sexual just enjoyed being there together naked touching and holding each other. We finished off by drying each other off with mutual tendering care as we bonded together before going out to the pool area.

It was not an overly busy afternoon at the pool and were able to get a secluded area where we could enjoy the afternoon sun and have a few celebratory beers, we were no longer competing and combatting with each other but relaxed in each other’s company. I noticed others at the pool were equally relaxed it was then that I realised being gay is not only sexual or competitive but of equals.

Before returning to our room Bjorn ordered a specialty of the house, an Indonesian green tea that was served in a shot type ceramic cup along with a glass of warmed water. You were supposed to sip the tea then take some water, I drank the tea almost in one go which was sweet and sticky but very pleasant. What a sudden and arousing kick and sexual rush it gave me Bjorn just looked and smiled at me as I said.


It was then that the inevitable hotel photographer appeared asking would we like our photographs taken, Bjorn nodded in approval. We stood there together in our bulging swimwear being photographed together and individually, on our loungers, in the pool romping playfully together. The pool water sort of calmed me down after the Indonesian green tea. We left the pool Bjorn asked me had I ever seen a bukakee room travesti istanbul before, I said.

“No what is it?”

He replied. “It’s part of a Japanese ritual where you can meet and resolve any issues you may have with anyone or make new friendships by having sex with them. Do you want to see one?”

I was lost with what he said, by now I was on a high and so enthralled by the thought of it I said “yes I would like to see one.”

In our wet swimwear we walked over to a door in the wall opposite with Japanese writing above it. Inside at a reception desk they took our details in particular mine as I was not registered in the hotel system. We were to wear colour coded wrist bracelets; choices were:

Red for Active (dom).

Amber for Versatile.

Green for Passive (sub).

Orange for Newbie.

White for Voyager.

Bjorn took a red bracelet and handed me an orange one saying as this is your first time here. I put the bracelet on and followed him into an adjoining changing room, we were to wear only a short sarong which had a black Skinny Bridge logo on, it was open on one side from the waist erotically exposing your thigh and leg.

We went into the main atrium, in the center was a raised plinth about 15 x 9 x 3 feet with what looked like a soft tiled top, there were about eight or nine guests on it all actively fucking each other or watching. I didn’t know what to say but couldn’t take my eyes off what was happening, particularly the threesome. My trance was broken when Bjorn said here is someone I want you to meet.

We went over to a corner table where Bjorn introduced me to Maurice the Club Manager and his friend Karl who was about ten years younger than me. After the usual greetings Maurice asked Karl to show me round the Club facilities, as we walked past the bukakee he explained this is where you meet and can invite someone to have sex with you. It’s your choice wither you do or not, if you do you can do it on the bukakee in full view or go to one of the rooms.

The first room we came to had a 10 foot diameter bed where small groups could meet in seclusion or you could use a secluded alcove or cabin for 2 or 3 people there was also an adjoining wet room with communal sauna, pool, steam room and tables.

The adjacent room all had sex machines in them Karl could see I was mesmerized by one of the machines and asked if I would like to try it. He could see I did as my sarong didn’t hide much, the Indonesian tea had kicked in, he took me to what can best be described as a cross between a bike without wheels and a rocking horse, he unfastened his sarong and mine and hung them up.

By now I was so fired up I couldn’t say no, I sort of squatted in the front as Karl came up behind and engaged as the machine slowly motioned backwards and forwards. Once it started you were committed and quickly became fired-up, Karl was very athletic. You couldn’t stop it until you unloaded and a bit beyond as there were no brakes as such, I also tried being the back seater, before I unloaded I thought I was going to explode.

On our way back to Bjorn and Maurice I asked Karl how he ended up here. Bjorn’s Company had introduced him to Maurice who was looking for a house boy and club facilitator to look after and encourage guests to utilise the facilities.

As they had finished their business, whatever that was, we went back to Bjorn’s suit for an intimate relaxing session in bed, although he wanted me to stay the night with him had a very early flight back to Stockholm. We showered afterwards, changed and went to the restaurant, he insisted on paying again.

Later we walked back to the station for my late train it was a nice warm night and like many other gay couples we walked intimately together. As we parted at the station Bjorn handed me a new leather shoulder man bag with a Skinny Bridge Logo embossed on it as a present. The train was busy with other ‘day trippers’ returning home still provocatively dressed if a little bit disheveled after an Amsterdam day.

On my way home I looked into the bag in it was my new hardly worn swimwear that the hotel had washed and dried and a new sarong and a box of Indonesian green tea, oils etc. There was also an envelope with a thousand Swedish Crown note in it and a note saying thanks for a wonderful day, I hope we can meet the next time I am back in Amsterdam. By the time I returned to my apartment I was on a euphoric high, that night I didn’t sleep.

Next morning when Zac came into the office he looked at me and said “I saw you getting on the Amsterdam train yesterday provocatively dressed. So what is his name and have you finally come out?”

I replied “Bjorn and yes” the rest of the morning was one off questions until I confessed.

Next day a text came in from Bjorn saying he would be in Amsterdam on Friday for a Board meeting, although he would fly back to Stockholm the same night he would be back the following Friday and Monday for Board meetings. Zac looked at the message before I could get my phone off him he speed texted back saying why not stay over the weekend at my apartment. Almost immediately a reply came back saying. ‘Ok see you a week on Friday.’ Somehow I was quite happy about it.

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Sexual Secrets Ch. 11

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The time between Thanksgiving break and the Christmas holidays is both a wonderful time to be at college and a hectic time. There are semester exams to be preparing for and end of term papers to be written, but it is also a festive time of the year when everyone seems to be in a joyful spirit.

For Logan Temple and Aidan Simmons it was a fantastic time. The two roommates had overcome difficulties and reconciled, meaning they were back to their old habits of jerking off and pleasuring each other multiple times a day.

Perhaps best of all, they had reinstituted a rule from their freshman year about being naked when they were alone in their dorm room. Both boys loved being naked and this afforded them the opportunity to exercise this freedom while at the same time allowing them to stare at each other’s bodies openly — although that oftentimes led to playing around together.

In early December, a couple weeks after everyone returned from Thanksgiving break, the first winter storm blanketed the college campus, and all of Maine, in a thick covering of white snow. Everyone went outside during the storm to dance around and cheer, which was immediately followed by drinking and snowball fights.

When the boys got back to their dorm room and stripped naked, Aidan moved close to his friend and ran a hand down his smooth, slender body. Aidan’s fingers played with Logan’s pubic hair as he stared at his friend’s nude frame and smelled his sweet tropical scent.

“You want to mess around?” Aidan couldn’t help but ask, despite the fact that they had already cum twice that day. Youth has its privileges after all!

Logan smiled at his handsome friend, all too ready for their next experience. “What do you want to do this time?”

For the past two weeks the boys had resumed experimenting with new things, like finding various places around campus to jerk off together and fucking each other with dildos and whatever else they could manage to fit up their asses. They had pretty much done everything together that any two people could do to help bring themselves to climax. Still, what Aidan said next surprised his roommate.

“I want you to fuck me Logan.” He look at his best friend solemnly. Despite all they had done, they had never actually fucked each other yet. They had gotten close several times before the events of last summer put their exploits on hiatus. At present, it remained the last sexual barrier between the two of them.

Staring blankly at his best friend, his mouth slightly open, Logan didn’t know how to respond. He had only ever fucked one guy before. Coincidentally, both he and Aidan had fucked the same guy — a senior from last year who just happened to be the leader of the college’s diversity club.

After the boys attended one of the meetings, this rugged upper-classman paid a visit to their dorm room with the expressed intent of having Logan fuck him, then got a two-for when Aidan pleaded for the same opportunity. Still, fucking some guy you didn’t really know and who was no longer on campus was a hell of a lot different than fucking the guy you’re in love with.

“We don’t have to…,” Aidan broke the awkward silence, sensing hesitation on his friend’s part. “I just thought…maybe…”

“I’d love to,” Logan interrupted. He stepped forward and the boys kissed as their peckers began rising in the air like a couple of wilted flowers after the first rays of bright, warm sunshine hit them in the morning. They caressed each other while sharing tender kisses as their tongues danced inside each other’s mouth. Logan ran his hands down Aidan’s bare front, grabbing his sprouting hard-on with one hand and cupping his balls with the other — stroking and feeling him.

When they parted, Aidan held onto the back of Logan’s head, their faces close together. “I want to feel you inside of me.” A couple second later, when the gravity of what he had just said hit him, Aidan started chuckling. Then he began to laugh out loud while Logan watched with dismay.

“What is it? What did I miss?” Logan was curious to know what his friend found so amusing that he apparently failed to hear.

When he was able to control himself, Aidan looked at Logan and smiled. “It’s just…well, I never thought something like that would ever come out my mouth.”

Realization dawned on Logan and he, too, began to chuckle. “True,” he had to admit. “That is normally something you hear a girl say.”

Wrapping Logan with his arms, Aidan kissed him. “But, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” After they kissed again, Aidan continued, “Make love to me Logan. Please?” Logan nodded his head and smiled.

The boys stumbled their way over to Logan’s bed. “You want me from behind? Would that be easier?”

Aidan shook his head. “No.” Standing with their naked bodies pressed against one another, Aidan ran a hand down the side of Logan’s face. “I’ll lay on my back and lift my legs. I want to be able to see you — see your face as we do it. istanbul travesti I…,” he paused briefly in a bit of embarrassment. “I love the faces you make.”

The two of them just stared at each other smiling, consciously aware of what they were about to do for the first time and growing nervous. Finding someone who likes you is hard enough. Finding someone who loves you is priceless and at the particular moment, both Aidan and Logan seemed to recognize that fact.

They embraced for a just moment before Aidan lay down on the bed while Logan walked over to the closet and the tiny duffle bag that dangled from a hook on the left-hand side. Reaching in, he searched with his hand until he found what he was looking for — the bottle of lube.

Walking back to the bed, Aidan was lying there slowly stroking his cock and Logan stopped to watch the show for a bit. He always liked to watch Aidan pleasure himself — gripping it to give some long strokes before squeezing the tip and jerking it quickly a few times, then resuming with the long strokes. When Aidan lifted his legs and spread them Logan covered his own hard cock liberally with the lube.

Getting on the bed to kneel in front of his roommate, Logan jerked himself off a little bit in order to work the lube over his entire prick, then wiped the excess over Aidan’s asshole. “You ready?” he asked his friend tentatively.

“Yeah,” Aidan answered. “Just…go slow, okay?”

Logan nodded his head and smiled down at Aidan as his friend exhaled deeply to calm his body. Rubbing the large, rounded tip of his cock over Aidan’s little asshole, Logan gingerly began pushing his stiff prick inside.

Taking a couple deep breaths, Aidan relaxed his muscles as much as possible to allow Logan entry. The feeling was incredible — slightly painful yet so incredibly pleasurable, and he huffed out his next sentence. “Oh — my God — that — feels so — fucking great. Don’t stop.”

Once the rounded tip of his dick was inside of Aidan’s anus, the rest was easy. Logan just kept pushing his way deeper and deeper, very gradually, until the whole of his cock had disappeared. Then, carefully and lovingly, Logan began to slowly fuck his roommate.

Aidan reached out and pulled Logan into him. “Ahhhh…oh, sweet Jesus man,” he panted as Logan began moving his hips back and forth.

“You ok?” Logan inquired. The look on Aidan’s face showed either serious pain or delirious pleasure.

Exhaling loudly, Aidan looked up at Logan and smiled. “Are you fucking kidding? This feels great. You — feel great.” They exchanged looks and smiled at each other as Aidan reached up to slide his hands over Logan’s bare shoulders and down his back.

Gliding down, Aidan gripped Logan’s ass tightly, pulling him close with each thrust of his friend’s hips. It was a sensation Aidan had never experienced. It had been one thing to plunge a dildo up his ass — but a real, live, pulsating penis was something else entirely and it was beyond amazing. It was sheer ecstasy. He didn’t want it to end, and he spread his legs wide so Logan could fully penetrate him.

What had started out nice and slow quickly picked up pace as Logan slid his dick in and out of Aidan’s asshole. In many ways it was similar to fucking a pussy, although obviously tighter. In another way, this was better than any pussy Logan had ever fucked — and that was because the recipient under him was Aidan.

Logan grabbed the backs of Aidan’s spread legs and began thrusting harder. The boys stared at each other open-mouthed, each feeling a wonderful and unique sensation as they made love. This event was perhaps inevitable, but that didn’t take away from what either of them were feeling, and it greatly heightened the moment for both boys.

All too soon, Logan felt the familiar sensation building within him. “I’m going to cum.”

“Ok. Shoot it on me,” Aidan responded. “I want to watch.”

When the moment arrived, Logan pulled out and scooted forward as Aidan sat up. White spunk rocketed out the tip of Logan’s penis as his body shuddered with release. “Ugh…aw fuck…” Logan gasped as his ass cheeks quivered and his toes curled behind him. He came in multiple squirts of boy juice, all of it landing on Aidan’s belly as his roommate watched.

After the last drop dripped down on him, Aidan slid back down onto the bed as Logan went to retrieve a towel. Suddenly, an unfamiliar emotion came over Aidan as tears filled his eyes, and he turned his head toward the wall so Logan wouldn’t see.

As he cleaned the mess off his roommate and dropped the towel on the floor, Logan hopped up and straddled his roommate’s body. He was ready to please Aidan in any way his friend wanted, until he looked down at Aidan and saw tears. “Oh my God, what’s the matter? I hurt you, didn’t I?”

Turning to face his best friend, Aidan smiled and shook his head. “No. No, not at all.” He reached up to pull Logan into him and they kissed fiercely.

“So…what…what’s istanbul travestileri wrong?” Logan nervously inquired. He had never seen Aidan emotional, at least in this way. Aidan had always been calm, cool and collected. Sure, he had been mad or excited from time to time but nothing with tears and it concerned Logan.

Aidan just smiled up at Logan. “I…I don’t know. It’s just…Jesus, what have you done to me Logan?” When his roommate just stared at him expressionless, Aidan decided to elaborate. “I mean…my God man…I love you. I love you so much that I didn’t realize this feeling was even possible. Do you know what I mean? Feeling you inside me — watching you as you…you know…made love to me…I — I’ve never felt anything like that. I just…feel…so good and it’s because of you.” Another tear dribbled down his face.

All Logan could do was sit atop of him and listen but he knew exactly what Aidan meant. Being with him was the best feeling in the world for Logan but, somehow, he had always assumed it was mostly a one-sided experience. Not that Aidan didn’t care for him or love him — but, just not in the same way. However, apparently Logan was incorrect and the deep, intense feelings he had for Aidan were, indeed, reciprocal.

Bending down, Logan licked Aidan’s tears away and started kissing his face all over. “I love you too — so much,” he finally said. “And now, we’ve taken our relationship to a whole new and different level.” They kissed again, wrapping each other in their arms.

Reaching down, Logan grabbed hold of Aidan’s stiff pole and began to jerk him. “You need to cum now.” He slid lower and licked on his friend’s pipe while playing with his balls. “I want to swallow your cum. Why don’t you jerk off and cum in my mouth.”

Aidan scooted out from underneath and kneeled on the bed while Logan moved his back against the hard cement wall to watch, reaching out to cup his roommate’s nutsack with one hand while rubbing the other over Aidan’s chest and running fingers through his dark pubic hair.

Leaning forward, Aidan braced a hand against the cold wall for support as the other pulled and stroked his dick just inches from Logan’s face. He moaned quietly while enjoying the pulsing sensation that coursed through his body.

Logan tipped his head down to lick the tip of Aidan’s cock while moving a finger around to play with his friend’s asshole, causing Aidan to grunt.

“Uhhhhhhhhh…,” Aidan exhaled as warm jizz squirted inside Logan’s mouth and down his throat.

The familiar salty flavor of his roommate’s busted nut tasted great as Logan swallowed and slurped for more while Aidan ran his hands through Logan’s hair, gripping it tightly as his dick erupted. As the last of Aidan’s seed slid down his throat, Logan pulled his friend’s shrinking appendage out of his mouth and licked the tip, then let it flop down to its normal resting position.

Aidan exhaled one final, long time before reaching out for Logan and pulling him down on the bed. They wrestled and tickled each other for a bit as they laughed out loud and squirmed around.

Later that night, as they cuddled together while falling asleep, Aidan confessed something he had been thinking for a while. “You know? I love you so much it drives me crazy. I hope you never leave me because I’ll lose my damn mind. You’ve changed me Logan. In almost every way. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I just know I want to be with you.”

Pulling his roommate tightly into him, Logan kissed the top of Aidan’s head. “I feel the same way. It amazes me really. I mean, a year ago we had only just met and had done a few things that were fun. But now — holy shit. You’re a part of me. You don’t have anything to worry about because I’m not going anywhere.”

In the years that followed, those words and that conversation would haunt Logan immeasurably.

All too soon the semester came to a close and students in the dorm took off hither and yon to spend the holidays with family and friends. The crowd that Logan and Aidan hung around with had gotten together the night before break to drink and hang out, and it was obvious to all just how happy everyone was to have Logan back to his usual self. He completed their group and it had been awkward at best with Logan mostly absent and Aidan present but mostly distant.

The boys had arranged to spend about half of their semester break together in Massachusetts at Aidan’s house, just like they had done the previous year. This would give them a couple weeks alone with their families for Christmas and New Year’s, then allow them to finish out their break together before heading back to campus.

For Logan, Christmas break was proving to be as uneventful and sad as Thanksgiving had been, with him left to do most of the preparations while his dad disappeared each and every day to work and then spent his evenings wherever it was he went. His mother, on the other hand, strolled absent-mindedly travesti istanbul from room to room in their spacious house on Ascot Road in Hillsborough Heights, an upscale subdivision in San Mateo, California.

Since their confrontation about the state of his mother’s health over a month earlier, Logan and his father had not been on speaking terms. Unfortunately, nothing had been done to help his mother in the interim and, remarkably, she looked even frailer than she had just a few weeks earlier.

Logan addressed the issue with his two older brothers, but they proved to be just as incapable as his father to do anything about it. What should have been a joyous time at home was turning out to be the same miserable experience for Logan.

Aidan, however, picked up right where he left off with his mother during Thanksgiving break. They had bonded in a more mature and meaningful way, and Aidan had come out to his mom and spoken about his relationship with Logan. They spent a quiet Christmas day at home and both worked hard to prepare yet another culinary masterpiece for dinner.

Three days after the new year, and the day before Logan was to fly back east to spend the remainder of his break with Aidan, he came downstairs to find his mother lying on the couch. While that wasn’t surprising, since he usually found his mother passed out in one of the downstairs rooms, the color of her skin caused Logan to stop dead in his tracks.

At first Logan thought it was an illusion — a trick of the light or the result of some unseen shadow. He blinked several times and when the vision didn’t change he meekly called out to her. “Mom?”

There was no answer, of course, because there never was. She was always so passed out that it bordered on being comatose. But, this was different and he knew it.

Logan cautiously made his way over to where his mother lay on her right side on the couch. Her complexion was wane and waxen with a jaundiced hue that was simply unmistakable. Logan had known his mother was dead the moment he laid eyes on her but it didn’t stop him from calling out her name repeatedly, just for some kind of reassurance.

When he got to the front of the couch Logan dropped to his knees and started crying uncontrollably. “Oh, mom. Mommy!” he wailed, covering his eyes with his hands. “I’m so sorry mom. I’m so sorry.”

After some time passed and Logan had a chance to collect himself, he rose, kissed his mother’s cold forehead and walked into the kitchen to find the phone book. He called the nearby Sneider, Sullivan and O’Connell funeral home to make arrangements for them to come and retrieve his mother’s body.

Next, he texted Aidan just two words, “She died.” Within seconds, Aidan called him and Logan cried openly as he explained how he found his mother and what he had done since. He ended the conversation by telling Aidan he was sorry that he wouldn’t be able to come back east. Logan clicked the end button and stood in the kitchen staring blankly at the table. “What now?” he said, his weak voice echoing around the tiled walls.

When Aidan told his mom what had happened, she responded immediately. “You need to go to him Aidan. He’ll need you now more than ever.”

“But…are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to cut our time short.” Truthfully, Aidan didn’t know what to do. He felt numb. He had never lost anyone close to him, although his father had been in jail for quite a few years so he might as well be dead.

Aidan’s mom walked up to her only child, hugged him tightly and repeated herself. “Go to him. I’ll make the arrangements while you go pack your bag. Don’t worry about taking everything — just what you need for now. I’ll throw what’s left in the car and drive it up to your college when you’re back there. For now, plan for the next couple weeks and concentrate on Logan.”

Miraculously, this seemed to clear Aidan’s head. He walked over and hugged his mother tightly as tears ran down his cheeks. “I love you so much mom.”

“I know, baby. I love you. Now — go get packed. With any luck, we can have you on an evening flight to San Francisco.”

On the other side of the country, Logan called his dad’s cell phone. He didn’t expect his father to answer and he wasn’t disappointed. When the voice mail beeped Logan left his message. “Your wife is dead. I found her this morning on the living room couch. I’ve already called the funeral home and they’re on the way. So, you might want to go there — just for appearance sake. You know, pretend you actually give a fuck.”

Afterwards, Logan texted his brothers and they at least seemed to care. They both texted back immediately and said they were on the way to the house.

Logan turned on the black Keurig coffee maker and made a cup. He wasn’t much of a coffee drinker but today Logan felt he needed all the caffeine he could stand. By the time he finished up his second cup the brothers had arrived.

The next several days — the next couple week, actually — passed by in a blur for Logan, as they do for most people under similar circumstances. The hate he felt toward his dad was juxtaposed his unbounding love for Aidan, who surprised Logan by calling him from the airport to announce he was in San Francisco.

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My Son’s Dominant Boyfriend Ch. 02

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Hey everyone, just wanted to thank you all for the feedback! Your encouraging words motivate me and your pointers for improvement fuel my desire to work on my writing. I’m a novice writer, so please be patient with me! I’ve taken on the feedback provided and I hope the quality of my writing reflects that.

Sorry for the long break. Life just got really busy!

I’ll definitely work on the names. For clarity, the boyfriend is Ethan Pierce, Paul Nelson is the son and Michael Nelson is the dad (Ethan occasionally feminises them as Pauline and Michelle). Thomas isn’t a character. The dad used to be called Thomas but I just couldn’t think of a feminine version of Thomas so I changed it to Michael. Helen Nelson is the dead mom.

I understand that the whole humiliation, degradation and specifically, skinny nobody dominating a bigger masculine man, isn’t for everyone. It’s niche for sure, but it gets me so hot. I haven’t seen many stories that had “bigger submissives”, so I thought I’d give it a shot. If you have story recommendations, I’d love to read them!

Regarding my story being unrealistic, it’s fair criticism. What I was trying to accomplish was establish Ethan as painfully average to make Michael’s submission even more humiliating. I tried to play into the “bigger submissive” idea. Ethan isn’t buff or hung, but he doesn’t need to be for the Nelsons to submit to him. I think my story benefits from some suspension of disbelief, it is fantasy, afterall. But, you’re right, the story could be more realistic. I will try to ‘fix’ the first chapter by adding more depth in future chapters.

Other than that, I’m loving the private messages of your sexy encounters. Keep them coming, thanks for reading. 🙂


I stood in the shower and stared at the razor in my palm. I knew what needed to be done but I couldn’t bring myself to actually do it.

A boy becomes a man the day he gets his first chest hair. I remembered how I ran to my own father to show him my first, and how proud he was of me. That was years ago, and my lone hair was now part of a whole forest of fur that covered my chest. What would my father think of me if he saw me now, shaving it all away after I was defiled by a man half my age, I wondered.

The razor looked daunting. I understood what it’d mean to shave myself smooth, I would be surrendering to Ethan.

The once warm shower turned cold as I stared. The shower’s boiler had emptied while I stood, no closer to finishing then when I started. I felt chilled to the bone and started shivering from the cold.

“What’s wrong, baby? Need a man to teach you to shave?” Ethan taunted, causing me to jump. The buzz of all my thoughts deafened me to the outside world and I didn’t hear him enter the bathroom. I instinctively reached to cover myself, which resulted in a chuckle from him. He leaned against the vanity and took a sip of the beer I gave him. The man who had defiled me moments ago now had a front row view of my further emasculation, and he was loving every second of it.

“I, uh.” I stammered without an ounce of confidence left in me. I was naked and shivering, about to shave myself to please the man who stood in front of me, fully clothed and wielding all the power. I looked down to my hand cupping my crotch and sighed a breath of defeat, releasing the hand covering my modesty. I looked up and pleaded with my eyes. “I don’t think I can do it.”

Ethan understood what I was asking of him and nodded. He placed his can down and walked forward, taking the razor into his hand. With a smooth stroke, he took a thick line of hair down the centre of my pecs. If someone saw the scene play out, it’d be comical. A short, skinny boy, shaving a hairy, muscular man. But if only they saw what unfolded in the living room, they’d understand how vulnerable I felt in his presence.

“You need to stop shivering almanbahis or I’ll cut you.” He whispered tenderly. A moment of kindness. His words oddly soothed me, and my shivering slowed as he made his way across my chest, before moving down to my abdomen. Helen used to find my happy trail so sexy. I remembered how I used to pretend to stretch and lift the front of my shirt to tease her. The memory felt distant as Ethan cleared my trail.

He grabbed my crotch gently but firmly, pulling my penis down to expose the skin. He moved to my testicles and I felt his strength in his grip. I took shallow breaths and embraced myself, feeling more vulnerable than I already was. The essence of my manhood was cupped neatly in his palm, in his control. If he felt like it, he could squeeze my balls and I would topple instantly, but he shaved nonchalantly, as if he had done this a million times. Despite being gay, he had no interest in what I had to offer. I was definitely more endowed than he was, but he didn’t pay it any more attention than the strokes of the razor. I soon understood why.

“Turn around, get on your knees and lean forward. Pull your slutty ass cheeks apart.”

I gulped and did as I was told, feeling more exposed than I had ever felt in my life. My hole was unguarded, and the position I was in made me feel like I was offering the most delicate part of myself to this man. I felt vulnerable.

“Sweet, virgin pussy. I can’t wait to destroy this hole.” He cooed, slapping my cheeks with his empty palm.

The cold razor surprised me, but I held as still as I could. Partly because I didn’t want any cuts, but also because Ethan had told me before and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Whenever I tell you to present your pussy for inspection, this is the position I expect from my bitches.” He commanded, his finger teasing my entrance lazily. I embraced myself for penetration, but he had other ideas.

“Yes, daddy.” I gulped.

“Good girl.” He dragged, content with how quickly I had submitted to him. It was strange, but his words had an effect on me. I felt pride from his praises, and I took every opportunity presented to show him how badly I wanted to please him.

He got me back on my feet and his razor eventually made its way down to my feet. He turned the shower off and stood back, taking a look at his handiwork. Like fresh livestock, I presented myself with my hands behind my back, standing at ease like how I used to back in the military. Except I was serving my country then. I was serving my son’s boyfriend now.

“Pussy inspection.” He commanded.

“Yes, daddy.” I repeated, dropping a little too quickly and felt my knees hit the floor hard. It was going to be bruised tomorrow, but I didn’t care. The rush I felt from serving him numbed the pain, and only fueled my need to get into position for inspection. I stretched my cheeks as far as they could, feeling the slight sting from pulling too hard.

“Delicious, pink hole. It looks so much better now without all that hair covering it up.” Ethan whispered as he trailed the tight slit of my entrance. “Hair is for men; you were a silly faggot for thinking you were one. I can’t wait to turn it into a loose pussy and turn you into a proper cumwhore.”

His casual trailing finger reignited my arousal as he stimulated me. The tingling feeling spanned from my hole down to the head of my penis, despite it not being touched at all. His cruel degradation was addicting and the idea of being used by this man excited me. To be his cumwhore, abused so often that my hole would loosen to fit his size and further accommodate him.

“Where’s your lube?” He asked, pulling me from my thoughts. He retrieved it and felt the cooling gel coat me and winced when I felt the pressure of his intrusion.

“I’m only doing this for you because it’s your first time. I expect my bitches pre-lubed almanbahis giriş so I can stick it in like a real pussy.” He pressed on, ignoring my pain. He stopped when his knuckles brushed my bare cheeks and I felt myself pulsing against his whole index finger. He wriggled his fingers and almost came on the spot when he started brushing it against my prostate.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasped, writhing under Ethan’s stimulation. A big muscled man being at the mercy of a skinny kid with one finger, and I was loving every second. He withdrew his finger and I felt empty and cold inside without his warmth.

“Look at you, clean as a whistle.” He said, examining his fingers. “A natural bottom. In addition to lubing yourself, I want you to clean your ass daily. If I fuck you and you’re not clean, I’m going to make you clean your faggot filth off me, got it, bitch?”

I shuddered at the thought. 2 Girls 1 Cup disturbed me. I was not into scat.

“Okay, daddy.” I agreed a bit too easily.

His exploring fingers returned. I felt two digits enter me and sucked my teeth in pain as I felt him spreading his fingers apart. A third finger followed when the pain subsided. I was in awe of his experience. Ethan was masterful at this, never applying too much pressure to keep the pain manageable. He was a puppeteer, and he had full control over me with only his fingers. He withdrew his digits once again and I looked back curiously.

Ethan inched himself forward, placing the head of his dick at my empty entrance. He looked down at me and sneered, before pushing my chest down to the floor to angle my ass higher for easier access. I rested my head against the wet shower floor and felt a cold puddle under my cheek. I was humiliated but my cock ached hard but remained untouched. My hands were busy holding my cheeks open for my penetrator.

I yelped in pain as he pushed himself in me. The burn seared across my rim and every muscle on my body tensed hard. I stirred to get Ethan out of me, but stopped at his comforting words.

“Hey, hey. Take it easy, big guy. It’ll only hurt for a bit. Try pushing out like you’re taking a shit.” He cooed. His demeanour switched quickly, from dominant degrader to comforting lover. I was at his service, but he was catering to my needs. He knew which side of himself I needed most and I admired my daddy for it. I did as told and relaxed.

Ethan pressed on and paused when I felt his pubes on my shaven ass. He had taken my cherry. There was no going back from this. Ethan Pierce, my son’s skinny boyfriend, will always be the first man to penetrate me like a virgin schoolgirl.

He allowed me a moment to catch my breath before stroking backwards. I felt him brush against my prostate and felt my toes curl in pleasure. It felt… amazing. The kind of pleasure I knew I could get addicted to.

Ethan picked up the pace and the pain subsided completely, with only the pleasure his manhood was providing me remaining.

Sex with a man felt different than with a woman. Sex with Helen was great, but this was better. Penetrative sex focused the pleasure on the head of my penis, but to be on the receiving end? I felt the same pleasure waft through my entire body and rolled my eyes so far back I thought they’d never see light again.

My moans and his grunts echoed against the shower’s walls. His aggressive, mine feminine, but with every thrust of his pelvis, an octave higher. Our voices entwined like a duet. In every aspect, I was the girl in this relationship. I was being penetrated, I was being coached through the pain by my lover, and I was moaning like a whore in heat.

“Yes!” I repeated loudly, no longer worried about presenting myself as the masculine man I had always been. At this moment, I was his girl. My submission turned him on, and I was rewarded with harder thrusts. I felt grateful for the pleasure he was almanbahis yeni giriş providing me.

“I knew you’d like this, slut. Like father, like son. Both writhing faggots for cock. You just needed a real man to see through your facade and fuck the inner girl out of you, huh?” He roared victoriously, having claimed another Nelson faggot. Using my hips as leverage, he stretched his leg forward and rested his foot on my face. I was in my place, under his foot.

“Yes, daddy. Fuck your little girly cumslut.” I moaned as submissively as I could, purring under his expert manipulation. I leaned into his humiliation, no longer burdened by masculine expectations. Within these shower walls, I submitted as his girl.

He withdrew suddenly and my cunt felt cool without his warmth in me. He took his feet off my face and shoved me to my side, then flipping me onto my back. I was limp from the pleasure I received, but he manhandled me like a ragdoll, throwing my legs over his shoulders. WIthout a word, he reentered me with a single plunge and I moaned in bliss.

Ethan continued his fucking. With my hole looser, Ethan thrusted faster, not having to worry about my pain anymore. He was a man, and he was taking what he wanted. I reached for my aching cock that has been left untouched. Ethan slapped my hand away and grabbed my balls and pulled.

“You don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to. Got it, faggot?” He yanked further, not slowing down his barrage on my pussy.

“Sorry, daddy!” I yelped from his control, careful not to complain about the pain.

“We’ll have to do something about that.” He huffed, releasing his death grip. “Your son learnt pretty quickly. There’s only one cock that matters, and it’s not yours.”

I broke eye contact, suddenly feeling self-conscious about this whole ordeal. Looking away, I saw our bodies in the mirror. His tiny frame wrapped around my large body, controlling my every movement. Why was I submitting so easily to this man? A boy half my age and half my weight? I couldn’t deny the pleasure I felt, but felt my cheeks flush and looked away. The humiliation returned.

Sensing my unease, Ethan plunged himself as deep as he could and stopped. Leaning forward, He grabbed me by the jaw to look at him. He rested his face against mine. With my knees to my chest, I felt my hole open further. He stared into my eyes.

“Don’t run from that humiliation. Embrace it like a good faggot.” He cooed. “If it didn’t turn you on so much, you wouldn’t be so hard right now.”

He was right. I had never been as hard as I have been today.

“I’m cumming.” He announced, picking up the pace. I felt him pulse against the walls of my sphincter, coating them with his jets of cum. He roared triumphantly, having conquered me. I had another man’s cum in me. I felt humiliated, but grateful.

“Thank you, daddy.” I purred, basking in his afterglow despite not having cummed myself. It didn’t matter anymore. He was right, only his cock mattered.

“Good girl.” Ethan praised, removing his softening cock from me. He sat on my chest, pushing his cock against my lips. “Clean.”

I opened up and swirled my tongue against the cock that just pleasured me like never before, doing my best to show my eagerness. I tasted his cum and the sweetness of the lube, but gagged on the other tastes. I pressed on. I didn’t want to disappoint Ethan now.

I tongued him lazily as he spoke.

“Get yourself cleaned up, you’re a mess. Find me later. We’ll fit you into your cock cage. Say goodbye to jerking off. Only real men get to touch their dick. You’ll have to learn to cum hands free. Go jerk your clit later once I leave. It’ll be the last time you ever do it again.”

After Ethan left, I stood to inspect myself. Hairless, denuded, defiled with my hole stretched open and dripping another man’s cum like a whore. And soon, I was to be denied too. I stared at the faggot in front of the mirror. I didn’t recognise this cockslut. How could I ever be a man again after all the filthy things I allowed Ethan to do to me? I’ve never cummed as hard as I did then.

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Hypnotherapy Ch. 01

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The first session

I have chronic sinusitis since my 20’s. Tried all the medications, nasal sprays without long term success, so when a friend recommended hypnosis -despite my general skepticism- I thought I’ll give it a try, what could go wrong?

A short research revealed that there is a local hypnotherapist with quite good reviews, people emphasized how they felt so safe and relaxed with the guy. He was absolutely recommended. For cherry on the cake, the office was within half an hour walking distance.

The website was professional. I had to register to be able to book an appointment and there was a pretty personal questionaire too. Not much about medical history, rather current lifestyle, diet, activity level and -I couldn’t believe my eyes- sexual preferences? For what on Earth I have to disclose that for a hypnotherapeutic session? Just so I could have personalized care? I picked ‘uncertain’ for fun and also because sometimes that’s how I feel. -Maybe this is his way of building rapport- I pondered. It didn’t end there. The only available appointment was for Saturday 6:30pm! I was hoping to get it done quickly so it was a bit disappointing having had to wait 5 days. Then there was a long page with instructions how to prepare for the session. Actually, I liked it! It made it seem real and personal, like I was already in the session without paying a penny. I always loved to take instructions anyway.

For the last 3 days before the session the instructions were very specific. Some of these were obvious, some seemed odd. For instance the morning ritual: sitting down and staring at the printed picture of the therapist, accepting him as my healer. So that I believe in him and trust him. He had gray hair, beard and a jovial face, kind eyes behind the glasses. Like Santa. It would have been difficult _not_ trusting him.

I also had to follow a specific diet, mostly just vegetables and lots of water to stay hydrated -OK I can do that, I fast anyway to stay skinny..- The last one was the hardest, to stay abstinent for 3 days before the session. I’m very sexual, I usually cum every day, otherwise my racing libido won’t let me focus on anything else. Oh well.. -Behave, it’s only one time and it’s important!

The days went by quickly and my curiosity kept me on track with the instructions. By Saturday, I was really excited and felt very energetic, couldn’t wait to see the guru.

The instructions also said not to bring anything unnecessary as these would be distracting. (Apparently our minds try to keep track of our belongings..) It was still really hot outside and the session was just 2 hours, so I was only wearing flip-flops, shorts and a t-shirt.

Arrived on time and when I got buzzed in, the guru himself opened the door. He was the same as on the picture, like the photo was taken a few minutes ago. Only his piercing eyes were more apparent. He was also quite bigger than I am, like a bear.. at least 5’11 and thick everywhere. Strong, but not a gym bunny. Well not a bunny, that’s for sure. I’m skinny and only 5’7, so i got a little intimidated as he towered over me but there was no way I was backing out.

The office was small and dim with only an amber colored light on the wall. Some shelves with books, no desk just a small side table with a traditional tea kettle by the wall. A leather couch and in the middle, an old wooden high backed chair. I admired it for a second, it was almost like a throne. Tall and massive just like its owner. There was another door at the back, probably a private washroom.

The guru poured me a cup of tea to help me relax. He sat on the chair crossing almanbahis his legs and waived at the couch for me in front of him. The seat was soft and as I sunk in, I felt really small in front of him. As I was sipping my tea while he looked down at me with his piercing eyes I knew he was already analyzing me. I couldn’t look up in his eyes, his kind but firm authority was just so overwhelming.

He told me to leave the empty cup on the floor and as I leaned forward I felt my head heavy. He probably had something in the tea, but due to the cementing of his position during the last few days as my healer, and his kind attitude, I didn’t have any doubts. My curiosity was there and I was just accepting things as they came.

-Kick off those slippers, so you’re more comfortable. We will start with some initiation techniques. I will put you to a half sleep state and ask you a few questions.- he said. -For the best result please answer honestly. Understood?

I already felt sleepy, so I just nodded my head.

-Good! If all goes well, we will continue our journey deeper in your subconscious and possibly even plant some triggers, to help you with living a fuller and happier life.

I had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded great and by that time I surrendered myself to him and to the therapy completely. He took out a pocket watch and started swinging it in front of my face.

-Now start staring at the watch and empty your mind. Push all thoughts aside, nothing else matters, just my voice and the watch in front of you.

He kept talking to me in his deep relaxing voice while I was staring at his watch and I really felt sleepy, my eyes were closing, my head bowing down, there was nothing only his voice in my head and the instructions were just coming relentlessly and they got cemented in and I couldn’t resist just absorbed everything.

-From now on, you will call me Sir. Is that understood?

-Yes Sir!

-You will follow all my instructions to the letter, without questioning.

-Yes Sir!

-Every session I will decide a new name for you. Today you will be ‘boy’.

-Yes Sir!

-Milk will be your first trigger. You will drink a cup of milk every day before bed. You will close your eyes and you will think of me while drinking your milk.

-Yes Sir!

-When the cup is empty, you will lick your lips thoroughly and feel immense pleasure. Understood?

-Yes Sir!

-Show me!

My eyes still closed and still half asleep, I felt my tongue running around my lips. I was surprised how sensitive my lips were, it felt really great.

-Good boy! This will be your reward for a while. When I say ‘good boy’, you will lick your lips. Every time you will find greater and greater pleasure licking your lips for me. Now stand up!

I stood up. It was really interesting how my body would comply. There was no shakiness or imbalance, I was completely aware what I was doing, but seemed like the part of my brain that was in control normally was switched off.

-Push down those shorts and briefs and try to touch the ceiling!

And without hesitation, my body complied. In fact there was some pleasure to be free and giving all control to the guru. I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed everything down to my ankles. Then I raised my hands high above. It was clear they’ll never reach the ceiling, but I had to try and try hard. I went on my toes and I still kept reaching. The guru stood up and smiled down at me.

-Good boy! I like to see your calves working. Keep reaching to the ceiling!

Then he lifted my t-shirt and pulled it off. Since I almanbahis giriş was on my toes, my shorts and briefs also fell. I was naked, reaching up high. I felt very vulnerable and exposed, but surprisingly while being on my toes, also very stable and secure.

He put his big hands on my ribs holding me securely. Feeling his warm hands on the sensitive area and his thumbs close to my nipples gave me a good jolt of excitement, my cock started twitching.

-Look in my eyes! Now I don’t want you to move your feet, just imagine that your hands are chained to the ceiling. Without losing eye-contact, give me a gentle kiss!

I was on my toes still reaching up, my body firm as a plank of pine, he held me while gently pulling me towards him. I felt lost looking in his dark eyes. They were drawing me closer and closer and when our lips finally met, I was trembling from pleasure. He put me back on my feet.

-Good boy!

While I was still locked to his eyes, I realized I’m automatically licking my lips. I felt the pleasure again, and a tingling at my crotch like my lips were wired to my cock. He was smiling with satisfaction.

-Get down to your knees, spread your legs, hands behind your back. We will work on your nipples now and plant another trigger.

I complied. Behind me he lifted up one of the seats of the couch and took out some stuff. I heard metallic clicks and rubbing fabrics. Still in this weird state of mind, I had no concerns whatsoever.

-I will blindfold you to enhance your senses. Close your eyes.

-Yes Sir!

With that, he wrapped my head in some fabric. Layers and layers over my eyes. Felt like some very soft velcro that was sticking to itself and when it ran out, it stayed in place. I felt my head even heavier.

-Put your elbows together as close as you can!

As I complied, he taped them together with another piece. It wasn’t uncomfortable but definitely secure, it locked my arms completely. My chest was sticking out giving him uninhibited access.

-I will put nipple clamps on you. You won’t feel them at first, just very gradually. Understood?

-Yes Sir!

I heard the sound of some small chain, then I felt a bit of pinching first on my left, then on my right nipple. The coldness of the chain was more noticeable on my stomach.

-When I touch your lips, you won’t feel any pain, just pure pleasure. Otherwise your senses will return to normal. Clear?

-Yes Sir!

Indeed, gradually I started feeling the clamps, more and more, the pinching in my nipples became uncomfortable. Then he placed his finger on my lips and suddenly the pinching disappeared and I felt pleasure and tingling in my cock. When he removed it, the pain returned. He then gently tugged on the chain, but the pain was so sharp, I leaned forward trying to follow his hand. He let it go.

-Good boy!- As I licked my lips he placed his finger on my lips again. It was so good, I started licking and kissing his finger, like it was the best treat. He kept playing on my lips and when my mouth opened complacently, he put his finger on my tongue, I immediately started sucking it.

-Enough!- he said and he removed his finger. The pinching immediately returned and I felt a crazy desire to get him in my mouth again.

-Excellent!- he said seeing me reaching for him with my eager open mouth. I heard clothes rubbing and I knew he was undressing. I couldn’t have cared less, all I wanted was his touch again.

He put his finger back on my lips and I immediately opened my mouth. He grunted with satisfaction. The pinching subsided and he started playing with my tongue, almanbahis yeni giriş swirling his fingers in my mouth, running them along my tongue to the back of my throat. I was moaning from the pleasure. Then he stepped closer and when I felt the musky smell, I knew what’s coming. Perhaps due to being in a very vulnerable state of mind or bondage and the torture or everything together (or perhaps I always had it in me) I really really wanted him to put his cock in my mouth. I felt immense desire to satisfy him. He removed his fingers and as I felt the pinching coming back, I leaned forward and reached for his cock. When I found it, I sucked it in and didn’t let go. I felt it becoming hard and it made me happy, proud and satisfied.

He placed his hands on the back of my head and started backing towards the big wooden chair. Since I was locked on to his cock, I had no choice but to follow him on my knees. He sat back with spread legs and it didn’t take long before he started spasming and grunting and I felt him erupting in my mouth. I kept bobbing on him but he lifted my head up and I felt all his milk pouring down on my lips and my chest.

A ‘good boy’ triggered my inadvertent licking of my lips. I felt really slutty, but it didn’t bother me, I was happy.

-Come, sit on my lap- he said. As I got on my feet, he gently guided me over his lap, my legs wrapping around him. He reached behind me, removing the bondage.

-Now kiss me and make it good!

I leaned forward wrapping my arms around his neck kissing him, when he suddenly removed the clamps from my nipples. A sudden jolt of pain raced through me as the blood rushed back, but as our lips connected it all disappeared and I wanted to eat him alive as I melted with joy.

I woke up on the couch disoriented. I felt tired but I didn’t remember anything what happened. I was dressed, but I felt the salty taste in my mouth, my nipples were aching a bit and my t-shirt was soaked with cum glued to my chest. The guru stood above me.

-Welcome back! How are you feeling?

-Ummh.. Pretty good Sir!

-Excellent! Well, we shall continue our sessions next week. I would like you to log back to the site for further instructions and preparation. Understood?

-Yes Sir!- I realized how weird our conversation was.. Like I was back in the mili talking to my commanding officer. But strangely, it was the only way that seemed appropriate.

-I have other chores to attend, so I won’t hold you any longer. Go home, take a shower and have a rest. Trust me, everything will fall in place soon. See you next time!

With that, he gently pushed me out through the front door to the busy street.

As the door closed between us, it suddenly struck me that my face, my hands, my t-shirt were all sticky, full of cum. I’ve never felt so humiliated! I was sure everyone on the street was watching me! I ran all the way home and fortunately managed to avoid my neighbors.

The clothes went in the laundry basket and I jumped in the shower.

Watched the news and a movie, but I couldn’t pay any attention. My mind was racing about what had happened today. Nothing.. I couldn’t remember anything.

I had to make a serious effort to switch off. Went to bed. As I was reaching for the lightswitch, I felt my mouth was dry, I needed a drink. Got up again and went to the fridge to get some water, but my eyes fell on the milk and I knew that’s what I needed. Poured a glass and as I started drinking, suddenly the memories returned. Drinking the milk I remembered everything. Being naked, on my knees looking up at the towering guru and his dick above my face. I remembered his grunts and his taste in my mouth and finally the joy I felt passionately kissing him.

-Wow, this milk was good, I must have been really thirsty!- I thought while licked the remaining drops off my lips.

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