Jim and I Pt. 01

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I’ll admit it, I was a little intimidated when I first met Jim. At 6’8″ he seemed to tower over my 6′ body and his athletic build only made him more intimidating. Jim and I work at the same company but had always had “friends of friends” type of relationship. We said hi in the halls and had some conversations – but only if our other friends were around. Jim is five years older than me, married, has a kid, and I just assumed didn’t have a lot of the same interests as me. I thought he was a cool guy but never really felt like the sentiment was shared. Fortunately for me, that was all about to change.

In trying to make some new friends I set up a happy hour with some of my co-workers. Jim was of course invited as I wanted to try to talk to him in a little more relaxed setting. By the day it was actually going to happen, a few people had backed out and it was only Jim, myself, and one other co-worker. While this was a little awkward for me at first, once the beers began to flow Jim started to open up to me and we had a lot of good conversations. A couple of times through the night he reached over the table to give me a pat on the back for telling a good joke. That’s when I realized how nice it was to have his large, strong hands on my body. However, knowing that he was a married man I chalked it up to just being buds and was happy to have made a new friend.

A few days went by and Jim and I had started talking more to each other over the company IM system at work. Usually, it was just trading funny links, telling stories, or pointing out hot girls in the office (I at least pretended to be interested). Also, I started to see Jim at our company’s gym in the morning. Most of times I was leaving just as he was getting in, but we would exchange fist bumps or high fives just to get the morning started. I guess this led Jim to the same conclusion I had come to; why not meet in the gym in the morning and be workout partners.

“Hey man, wanted to run by you the idea of maybe hitting the gym together tomorrow morning.” Jim IM’d to me one afternoon.

“Sure. That could work.” I said. Trying not to be too excited by the thought of seeing this guy change in the locker room. I have a bit of an underwear fetish, so I’ve always wanted to see what he’s got on underneath.

“Sweet. I’ll try to be there between 5:45 and 6:00 and we can just figure the rest out from there”. Jim replied.

I was very excited the next morning as I put on my gym shorts and laced up my shoes. Not only will I probably get to see this guy changing in the locker room but I’ve also made a new friend – something I’m not usually good at. I got to work right around 5:45 and ran into Jim on my way to the elevator. We walked to the gym and discussed what we were going to work out that morning and then making some plans for the rest of the week. I came in my gym clothes but he had to change first before starting. I put my bag in a locker and turned around to engage Jim in some conversation while waiting for him to change. When he took off his green polo shirt I was greeted by a smooth, muscular chest and slightly defined abs. He had some interesting tattoos, but I tried to just maintain eye contact so he didn’t get creeped out by me. Jim undid the fly to his khaki pants and slid them down to reveal black boxer-briefs that rode a little high on his thigh due to his tall stature. He bent over to grab his gym gear and gave me a nice view of the black fabric hugging his muscular butt. He got dressed and we headed out to the gym.

The workout was nothing too exciting. We were both learning each other’s preferences, limits, and goals and just tried to keep it casual to start with. It was soon time to hit the showers so we weren’t late for or desks. Jim and I chatted as we started to undress. I took off my shoes, socks, and shirt and threw them in my locker. I stood up to slide off my shorts and reveal my bright orange sports briefs that I always wear for working out. Turning to Jim I saw that he was just standing in his boxer-briefs pulling his clean clothes out of the locker. He saw my briefs (how could he not?) and raised and eyebrow, but didn’t say anything about it. He quickly removed his underwear, wrapped a towel around himself and I followed suit. We headed to the individual showers and selected our own stalls. We changed into our work clothes (him with a pair of grey boxer-briefs on now and me wearing some dark blue briefs) and headed upstairs. The rest of the day we chatted a bit over IM and agreed to meet again the next morning.

This went on istanbul travesti for a week or so. We would meet every morning at the gym and lift weights together. I was growing stronger every day and so was our friendship. My first impressions about Jim were wrong and I was a lot less intimidated by him than before. I loved getting to see him in his underwear every day (always boxer-briefs in one color or another) as well as more of his nude body as we both became more comfortable around each other. One Friday morning after our workout together, Jim IM’d me with a request I was more than happy to help with.

“So, I’m thinking of maybe doing cardio next week. Probably the treadmill or something. Would it be weird if I borrowed a couple pairs of your underwear for running? I noticed you’re always in briefs and figure you know what’s good for support. The wife loves me in boxer-briefs but I’m thinking I’m gonna need the briefs for running.” Jim said.

“Ha ha. Sure man, no problem. I’ll bring in a couple pairs for you Monday morning.” I replied.

I couldn’t wait for Monday. The thought of this tall, muscular man in briefs – not to mention my briefs – was almost too much to handle. I made sure to grab a few pairs I thought would look good on him. I got a couple colors of my normal sport briefs and then threw in some extra styles that I had to give him a variety. Monday morning, we met in the gym at our normal time. Jim stripped down to his boxer-briefs and jokingly asked if I had something for him. I pulled the stack of briefs out of my bag and handed them to him explaining the variety… or something as to not sound too weird. He smiled, thanked me, and picked out a pair of black sports briefs. Jim pulled down his boxer-briefs giving me a glimpse at his full package – moderately hairy, large low-hanging balls, and a meaty circumcised cock. He pulled the briefs on and adjusted his package in the now bulging pouch perfectly outlining what I had just seen. “Fits perfectly.” he remarked before putting on the rest of his clothes. We grabbed treadmills next to each other, did our cardio and came back to the locker room about 45 minutes later to change. Jim looked absolutely god-like in my briefs and thanked me again for letting him borrow them. He said he would just hold on to them until the end of the week when his wife does laundry and he can give me all the pairs back.

The week went on and each day I got to see Jim in a pair of my briefs. Friday afternoon rolled around and I was trying to get some programming done before leaving for the weekend. I didn’t have any real plans, but I just wanted to start a nice relaxing weekend. The message box popped up on my computer with an IM from my new buddy Jim.

“Hey bud. You got any plans this weekend. Looks like the wife and kid are going to her mom’s for some.. baby shower or some shit… I don’t’ know. Anyway, thought it might be cool for us to kick back and have some beers if you’re down for it.” Jim said.

“Sounds good to me; I’ve got nothing going on. I could pick up some beer on the way home and you can head over to my place after work.” I replied seeing that my weekend had just become more interesting.

“Sound like a plan. I’ll grab some beer too… I don’t want us to run out! LOL.” Jim replied.

“Awesome dude, looking forward to it. You can crash at my place if you don’t want to drive home after drinking all night.” I said trying to set the stage for something…

“I appreciate it and will definitely take you up on it. I’m gonna sneak out early to grab some stuff from my place before I head over. See you later tonight.” Jim said before ducking out of work an hour early.

I knocked out my remaining work as quickly as I could, excited for my plans for the evening. I stopped at the grocery store on my way home a grabbed a few six-packs of beers: a nice variety since I wasn’t sure what Jim liked best. Once home, I put the beers in the fridge and hopped in the shower. My six inch cock was growing as I massaged it under the warm water to the naked image of Jim in my head. I fantasized for a while before snapping out of it and realizing he would soon be to my house. I dried off, selected my favorite pair of red briefs, and finished getting dressed. I was just finishing straightening up my house when Jim knocked on the door.

He looked better than usual – clearly freshly showered and in a nice pair of jeans and fitted t-shirt showing off the work he’s been doing in the gym. I helped Jim put away the beer and swore that I could make out istanbul travestileri some brieflines through his jeans as he bent over into the fridge. Jim complimented me on my beer choices and grabbed a couple from the fridge for us to get started. “Cheers to new friends” he said while clinking his bottle against mine. We both smiled, chugged our first beers, and it was on to the next. We continued to drink as I showed him around my place and eventually settled on the couch to watch some tv. We hung out, drank beers, watched tv, and ordered a pizza; it was great getting to know my new friend even better.

A couple hours and about eight or nine beers later we were both getting a little drunk. Even though I had the A/C on, the heat in the house combined with the food and beer was getting to me – and clearly getting to Jim too. His armpits were clearly a little damp through his tight t-shirt and he had a small spot of sweat on his chest between his muscular pecs. I was wiping sweat off my brow and just couldn’t stand it anymore.

“I don’t know what’s up with my A/C… it’s fucking hot in here! Hope you don’t mind, but I’ve got to take off my pants. Hell, if you weren’t here, I wouldn’t have been wearing pants for the past two hours.” I said with a slight slur in my speech.

“Sure dude, it’s your house; be the king of your castle or whatever. Plus, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before” Jim replied.

I smiled, stood up, and started un-buttoning my jeans. I let my pants slide down my legs while I walked to the kitchen to grab us a couple more beers. I threw my pants into the bedroom leaving on only my t-shirt and red briefs which were not doing much to conceal my slight arousal at the situation. I plopped back down on the sofa and continued to enjoy the beer and TV. Subconsciously I stared to rub my package through the synthetic material – no real reason, just what guys do when they’re bored. I realized that Jim was starting to fidget; wiping sweat from his forehead, pulling at his shirt to cool himself off, etc.

“Jim, what are you doing? If you’re hot feel free to get more comfortable. I don’t know what’s up with my A/C, but like you said, its nothing I haven’t seen before. Plus, I feel a little lonely being the only guy in his underwear.” I remarked with a sort of feigned sarcastic exacerbation.

“Yeah man… well… umm… yeah, just don’t laugh.” Jim sort of nervously replied. He stood up from the couch and took off his shirt, throwing it at his feet. I’ve never seen him to be nervous about anything; he’s a rock. My tall, dark, strong… damn look at that chest… rock.

“Laugh? At you? For what? Plus, even if I did, you’d just beat me up Mr. Muscles.” I said while playfully hitting him on his bicep.

“Well, after getting started with the cardio this week and wearing your briefs I was reminded of playing basketball back in college. I remembered that I still had some of my old stuff up in the attic and went up to relive the glory days. While I was going through my stuff… well… I found this.” Jim dropped his jeans to reveal a tight black jockstrap. Nothing fancy or designer like is sold today; just the basic jock used for real workouts. “I had kinda forgot about this, but having my nuts hugged by those briefs of yours really brought back some memories. I just had to throw it on.”

“That’s pretty cool man, I didn’t know you played basketball in college.” I said while trying my best to hide the massive boner now in my briefs. The outline of Jim’s cock was pronounced in the black mesh material now supporting his hairy balls. The wide waistband of the jock fit perfectly on Jim’s hips, just a little below his waist and connected to the two back elastic straps pushing and framing Jim’s glutes. I was in awe, almost speechless but I managed to get out “Plus, it looks pretty good on you…. um…. if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Thanks man, I’ll never turn down a compliment. While I’m up I’ll grab the next round of beers. Don’t look at my ass while I walk away!” Jim said with a smile. Of course, I took that as an open invitation to marvel at his masculinity as he walked from the living room to the kitchen. He bent into the fridge and grabbed two bottles and turned to me while he opened him. I was in heaven and I could tell Jim was having fun too… the growing bulge in the pouch of his jock told me so.

Jim came back from the kitchen, beers in hand, and joined me on the sofa sitting considerably closer this time. We clinked bottles and started taking sips of the cold refreshment. travesti istanbul Jim started telling me stories from the basketball team in college – epic wins, crushing defeats, banging chicks at every school they traveled too. I was enamored with him – the stories were fun but him telling him was even better. The movement of his arms, seeing the muscles in his chest flex, and the adjustments of his package every now and then; especially when he told me about one of his sexual conquests. All the while I felt us moving slightly closer to each other. By the fifth or sixth story Jim was leaning towards me, left arm behind my head on the sofa and our bare thighs touching. I felt perfect in his muscular presence and his warm breath and slight many smell were intoxicating… or maybe that was just the beer. Either way, I stared into his blue eyes getting lost in the fact that neither of us had said anything in about a minute.

“Damn, good times!” Jim finally said. “Looks like you could use another beer.” Jim jumped up and headed to the kitchen doing nothing to hide the mostly erect cock begging to be released from his jockstrap. I looked down at myself and realized I was fully erect and had a small spot of pre-cum on the red fabric of my briefs. I didn’t care anymore and didn’t try to hide it see as how Jim didn’t seem to care either. He came back from the kitchen, beer in hand, and stood next to me with the strained black mesh fabric taking my gaze.

“Fuck dude, look what you did to me. Got me talking about all the pussy back in college has gotten me horny as fuck.” Jim slurred while rubbing his jock-clad dick, almost shaking it in my face. “You got porn channels on your tv? Let’s jack off. Not like gay or anything…. you never jacked off with a buddy watching porn before?!” Jim said a little defensively but there wasn’t any need for that.

“Yeah man, I have but it’s been awhile. You’re a good story teller and I’m ready for some relief too” I said rubbing my cock in my briefs. “I’ll pull up a porn movie. I’d be honored to have you as a bate bro.” I said with a wink and a smile.

Jim smiled and sat down next to me on the sofa – back in position before he left. Jim played with his cock through his jockstrap as I found a good porn to order on demand. ‘Co-Ed Sluts 3’ sounded appropriate for the situation and I pressed ‘Buy.’ As the movie loaded up, I took off my shirt and settled down back on the couch with Jim – my right leg was completely touching his left leg and he had his left arm above me on the couch. Good for me, I jerk off left-handed and it looks like he’s a righty. It didn’t take long for the co-ed sluts to get naked so Jim and I followed suit. He unleashed his 7″ monster from the jockstrap and threw the supporter onto the floor with a sort of drunken layup.

“Still got it, dude” He said with a wink and a smile and went back to jerking.

I slipped off my briefs and continued my work too. I wasn’t too interested in the co-eds on screen but I had a good show watching Jim’s balls bounce up and down with every stroke from his meaty hand. We stroked for a few minutes, pointing out the better-looking girls, betting on if they’d do anal or not, and subtlety checking out each other’s junk… yeah, I caught him staring. I was getting close and I could tell he was too. I picked up my briefs planning to shoot my load into the front of them and rubbed the pouch on my fully engorged 6″ cock. Jim looked over at me, smiled and gave a thumbs up, and grabbed his jock to do the same. We both watched each other – no hiding it now – as we jerked in simultaneously rhythm. A few seconds later Jim let out a grunt and filled his jock with sticky jizz the sight of which prompted me to do the same.

“Yeah man, that was fucking awesome.” Jim said. “Totally hit the spot.” Jim cupped the fabric of his jock around his dick to remove the leftover cum and rolled the soppy garment into a ball which he through with the rest of his dirty clothes. He stood up with his semi-erect member flopping between his legs and headed to the bathroom. I cleaned off my cock with the remaining clean fabric of my briefs and stopped the movie. I walked to my own bathroom to piss and clean up, still trying to fully comprehend what just happened. When I was done, I slipped on a new pair of green briefs and found Jim slipping on some blue boxer-briefs he took from his backpack.

“Did you have fun? I did” Jim called out as I walked down the hallway.

“Definitely bro. Tonight was a lot of fun, thanks again for coming over” I replied. “I’m pretty worn out so I’m going to hit the hay. You know where the guest room is – extra blankets and pillows in the closet. Wake me up tomorrow morning when you’re up. Good night, buddy.”

“G’night bud, see you in the morning” Jim said with a sweet smile.

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Dumb Jocks Ch. 05

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Leaving the library, I headed back to my room. After that intense fuck session, I was exhausted. With a big grin on my face, I had a warm shower and then fell into bed.

The next day, I was up early. Going to my lectures, I also had a session with each of the guys throughout the day. This time we kept our clothes on and just studied. Obviously, I wanted to jump them, but I also wanted them to pass and there was the tricky issue of having to share the study rooms with other students.

Meeting up with Colin and our D&D group, we went to the diner where we had the Monday night burger deal. With a couple of drinks inside me, I trekked back to campus with my dizzy head swirling with images of my dumb jocks.

Reaching my dorm, I decided that I needed some water and fresh air if I wanted to avoid a headache in the morning. Grabbing a big bottle, I filled it up and then left for the football stadium, knowing the stands would be empty while the band rehearsed.

It was close to ten at night and it was pitch black, apart from one floodlight illuminating the pitch. No one took any notice as I climbed up the bleachers. Drinking my water, I watched the band practice their pre-game routines. The way they moved across the field while playing their instruments lulled me into a tipsy stupor.

Swaying with the music, I was starting to fall asleep, completely oblivious to the person coming up the bleachers to sit behind me until they tapped on my shoulder. Jerking awake, my heart skipped a beat as I turned around to look into the familiar bright, blue eyes of Rocky.

“Hey, nerd.”

“Hey Rocky, how’s things?”

He didn’t reply, and after a couple more moments of silence, I turned back to the field where the band was finishing up.

“Heard you met with the others today?” Rocky eventually said.

“Yeah… yeah, they’re doing well. I reckon they’ll pass the test… probably not as easily as you though,” I replied, throwing in the last part to compliment the competitive footballer.

“Well, we did have more sessions together, didn’t we?”

“True, I was very hands on with you…” I grinned, and Rocky paused before grinning back.

“Nerd… um, I’ve been thinking that we should talk.”

Rather than speaking, I waited for him to continue. There was something he wanted to say, but he clearly didn’t know how to put the words together, and not wanting to interrupt his thought process, I stayed silent.

“After the game on Saturday, I was with a cheerleader… she’s hot as fuck but… but I didn’t feel anything. I mean, we still banged but…” he stopped, and shook his head, “what’s happening to me?”

“Well, it’s not really simple. Like, okay, when you were in the changing rooms, seeing all the other guys naked, how do you feel?”

“The same as always. They’re my bros. We drink together, we play together, we fight for each other, you know? And… and then it was just me and Hunter in the showers and I wondered…” he paused.

The band had finished their session, and still Rocky hadn’t continued, so I spoke up.

“And when you saw some hot cheerleaders? Did you wonder what they would look like naked riding your cock?”

He looked at me with those piercing blue eyes and shook his head.

“Do you get turned on by thinking about cock? Like, how it would feel inside you? Stretching your tight ass… does your asshole tingle at the thought?”

I saw him bite his lower lip and shift in his seat.

“Sometimes…” he began, before matching my gaze.

“I saw you watching me during the game and all I could think about was how I felt in that locker room. How good it felt being fucked. You just dominating me! And then I thought about that orgy. Seeing my bros naked and getting fucked, sucking me off… and I had to jerk off twice just thinking about it.”

Leaning over, I grabbed his crotch and squeezed down, making him groan. Shuffling up two benches so that I was on a bench higher than him. The height difference meant we were at eye level.

“It’s okay to be turned on by guys and girls, Rocky. It just means you get to enjoy the best of both worlds, you know. One night you can be fucking some bitch and then the next you’re getting fucked… like a bitch!”

As I spoke, I got closer and closer to his lips. Only millimeters away, I whispered the last part before kissing him.

He hesitated slightly and then kissed me back.

My fingers ran through his thick blonde hair, almost stroking him as he groaned in my mouth.

Where it would usually be me doing the instigating, Rocky made the first move and got between my legs. I watch his hands drop to my jeans and yank them loose. Lifting my hips, he pulled them down along with my boxers, freeing my hard cock.

Looking up at me, Rocky smirked and the confidence that he usually had on the football field was there in his eyes. He knew what he was istanbul travesti about to do, and he was going to enjoy it.

Dropping his head, he let me see his long tongue stretch out before he pressed it against the base of my cock, and slowly dragged it up to the tip.

“Ohhh my god!” I stuttered, and Rocky did it again.

Licking along my shaft. He soon had it covered in slick saliva. I was seconds away from grabbing his head and forcing him to take my prick when he finally took it in his mouth.

Bobbing up and down, I had to drop my hands to the bench and grip it to stop me from face fucking him.

This needed to be all Rocky. He had to do this rather than have me take charge. Besides, it was fucking hot seeing him get more and more into blowing me.

Moving further down my rod, his tongue kept on swirling around. Stopping with most of my dick engulfed inside, he began to suck hard, his cheeks hollowing as if he was trying to draw the cum from my balls.

“Goddam!” I moaned.

This slut was going to make me cum far too soon for my liking if he kept this up.

Fortunately for me, Rocky stopped. Pulling off, he grinned mischievously.

Seeing drool dripping from his lips, my cock twitched and accidentally slapped him on his cheek.

With my sight hazy from pleasure, I didn’t notice that he had been busy trying to undo his jeans until he stood up to kick them off, leaving him in just his varsity jacket, white shirt and timberlands.

Slipping something out of his jacket pocket, I blinked, clearing my vision to see that he was holding a bottle of lube.

“Looks like someone is horny!” I grinned.

“All I’ve been thinking about is how your cock feels inside me. Smashing against that spot deep in my ass. How it makes me feel so fucking full! I’m hard just thinking about it… fuck me, nerd! I need it!”

While he was speaking, he poured half the bottle of gel onto my cock. I groaned as his hand smeared it all over my length.

Ripping the lube away from him, I poured the rest of it into my palm. Giving his cock a tug with my spare hand, he gasped and fell forward.

Gripping the bench on either side of me, his bent position caused his ass cheeks to split. It was an open invitation to explore.

Wrapping my hand around his hip, I moved two fingers south. His smooth skin tingled under my touch and he tried to lift up, eager for me to find his hole.

“Ohhh, yesss!” he moaned when I found my target.

Letting the lube glide from my palm, down my fingers, Rocky gasped as it dripped on to his warm rosebud. Circling my digits around his ring, I made sure it was nice and slippery before I pressed a finger against his opening.

“Yes! Do it!” breathed Rocky, while staring me in the eye.

Holding his gaze, I put more pressure on his tight entrance until I finally popped in.

“Fuckkkk! Fuck yes…” he cried, getting louder as I slid in up to the second knuckle.

Even with the lube, he was tight. His muscle clenched around my finger while he gasped above me.

Pulling out, I slowly began to finger him. I went deeper, spreading the lube around his tunnel and getting him used to the invasion.

“More, I need more…” Rocky panted.

Coating a second finger with gel, I pressed both against his entrance and slowly it opened to allow them in.

This time, he needed less time to adjust, and soon I was pumping them inside his tight tunnel. Hearing his moans, I arched my thumb up to stroke his perineum, making him gasp and grip the bench harder.

“Faster… faster!” chanted Rocky as he thrust his ass back against my hand.

I could see precum oozing from his tip and I knew he was close to cumming. With my free hand, I circled his cock, teasing it. Feeling the way it throbbed, I gave it one sharp tug, and he came hard.

“Shit…” he grunted as spunk erupted from him, coating his jacket, the bench and landing on my groin.

Mid-climax, I pulled him towards me, huffing as his huge frame straddled my lap.

Guiding his feet higher so that they were planted on the same bench I was sitting on. The footballer moved into a squatting position above me.

“That’s it Rocky, let’s put all those hours of gym work to good use!”

Gripping my cock, I angled it towards his ass and thrust up. My head came into contact with his balls, making both of us groan in frustration. Sliding down, I rubbed my length along his perineum before I came to his entrance.

The slick hole seemed to greet me, catching the tip of my prick with his puckered ring and not letting go.

“Now fuck me!” I demanded, wanting to see this slut impale himself on my cock, fully giving in to his desire.

I could see the need in his eyes before he closed them. We both gasped as he slowly dropped down, his tight hole stretching to accept my thickness.

Sinking lower, Rocky groaned as I filled him up.

“So big…” he muttered between deep breaths, but he didn’t stop until he came to a rest on my lap, with my entire length embedded inside his istanbul travestileri tunnel.

“Goddamn!” he breathed in awe.

After a couple of seconds of adjusting to having his hole full, he leaned forward slightly and gripped the bench behind me.

Using that as a lever to pull himself up, we both sighed, him with longing and me in pleasure as his clenching ring milked my shaft. It was almost unwilling to let my cock leave.

“Come on Rocky, fuck me!”

He looked me in the eye, and with both his hands still holding the bench, I reached up, gripped the back of his neck, and kissed him hard.

Forcing my tongue inside his mouth, they dueled one another, making his softening cock twitch and start to harden.

Holding the kiss, I managed to thrust up, burying my cock back inside, and causing him to groan in my mouth.

“Fuck me, you slut… my jock slut!” I taunted, then slapped his ass.

Maybe it was the kiss, maybe it was the tongue action, or maybe it was the slap, but whatever it was, it set something off in the linebacker and he quickly lifted up before dropping, grunting as my rod stretched him out again.

As soon as his smooth muscular cheeks hit my legs, he sprung up, showcasing his amazing core strength as he skillfully rode me.

“So fucking good!” he gasped while picking up speed.

His cock was now rock hard and bobbing with each downward stroke. My hands had moved to his ass, squeezing and spanking the firm flesh in equal measure while I tried to hold off my impending orgasm.

Rocky was in a rhythm. Like a seasoned slut, he was riding me faster and faster, but I wanted to reassert my control.

“Stay!” I growled when he had only the head of my prick throbbing inside his ass.

Moving my feet up, I gripped the collar of his varsity jacket and pulled him towards me. His ass thrust out and his cock rested against me. He was in the perfect position to get railed, and that was what I was going to do.

“I’m going to make you scream!”

“Fuck me… fuck me hard!” he moaned as I slammed into him and quickly picked up the pace.

“This is where thousands of people scream your name! So tell them what you are…” I teased, pulling out halfway and holding my body still, knowing that he was all mine.

“I’m Rocky Edwards, linebacker for MWSC and I love cock!”

Leaning down, he kissed me hungrily, and I felt him grind against me. His hard cock smoothly rubbed along my belly as he fucked himself on my prick.

“Please fuck me, nerd… please!” he begged between kisses.

Gripping his hips, I took back control. Thrusting in and out of his tight, warm ass, I felt his hand move in between us and stroke his shaft.

“Cum for me Rocky, show everyone here that you’re a slave for cock!”

“Fuck… my… ass!” he cried as he came, spitting cum all over my chest.

His ass tensed and massaged my prick. With my precum lubing his tunnel, I continued to ram into him while his hole quivered in orgasm.

“Cumming…!” I choked before tensing as my balls throbbed.

The first spurt nearly made me blackout, I had to close my eyes and if it wasn’t for the bench behind me, I would have collapsed.

Another shot of cum fired deep into Rocky’s ass. followed by another and another. The linebacker groaned above me, his own cock still twitching from his orgasm.

Feeling that there was no more cum to be had from me, he rolled off and fell to the floor, whimpering. With no control over his body, his ass leaked cum all over the bleachers.

“I feel for the guys who have to sit here on Saturday.” I chuckled weakly.

“Fuck, that was intense, nerd… I’ve never cum twice before… fuck” he shook his head in amazement.

“You’re telling me. I doubt I’ll be able to walk to my room after that,” I laughed.

Breathing heavily, I finally managed to get my body to calm down.

Pulling up my clothes, I slowly got to my feet and tentatively took a step to test my strength. Feeling confident enough to move, I walked to the steps and made my way down, with Rocky following.

“So what now? Are we a couple?” Rocky asked.

“Do you want that?” I replied, confused.

“Um, I guess so. I mean, we did fuck.”

“How many people have you fucked that you’ve kept in contact with?!” I said with a raised eyebrow.

“Ah, good point nerd, so what are we?”

“Fuck buddies, dude. I mean, couples usually have at least something in common apart from sex.” I continued quickly before he could reply

“What’s your favorite tv show?”

“Monday night football,” Rocky answered instantly.

“No, I mean… forget it. What’s your favorite game?”


“Dude, video game!”

“Oh, Madden. Though I’m not great and usually get pissed off playing it!”

“See Rocky, we don’t have anything in common except you’re hot as fuck and I like fucking hot guys! Let’s just enjoy the sex and you’ll meet someone who you can actually have a conversation with after sex. Now that’s a relationship!”

While we spoke travesti istanbul we were walking and pretty soon we got to the fountain in the middle of campus.

“I’ll see you around Rocky!”

“Yeah, nerd. Call me, my hand ain’t cutting it no more.”

“You know I will!”


Waking up at eight the next day, I texted Hunter, telling him to meet me at two that afternoon. It was the only time that I could book the footballers’ gym for just him and me. I had to make up some bullshit excuse to Coach about having to study in a place familiar to the players so that I could get the best out of them. Thankfully, he brought it but only gave me one hour.

Arriving at my nine am Tuesday morning seminar, I would have usually paid attention, making notes and contributing, but today my mind was reliving the past couple of days and the tight jock holes I had fucked. Rather than trying to focus, I gave up and recorded it on my phone, allowing me to daydream until the two-hour seminar was over.

Grabbing some lunch, I then went to my final lecture of the day. The time passed painfully slowly, and I was the first one out the door when the clock struck one-thirty.

Though I had been to gyms before, it was only to perv on the guys working out. It had always been a fantasy of mine to fuck one of the heavily muscled men mid-way through their session, and today I was going to live my dream.

Arriving at the gym, I found the caretaker, who told me that Hunter was already inside, waiting. The old man left me with a set of keys and headed over to the stadium.

Opening the door to the gym, I spotted Hunter skipping. The huge defensive tackle, wearing loose shorts and a tight muscle shirt, moved like someone a hundred pounds lighter.

Licking my lips at his firm ass cheeks flexing with each jump, I just watched, waiting for him to notice me.

“Ninety-nine, one hundred!” Dropping the rope, he turned to me, “hey, man.”


“So, why did you want to meet here? It’s a bit unusual for studying, isn’t it?” he asked, walking towards me, flexing his muscles.

Despite his workout, there was no sweat on him, and I found myself transfixed by his bright green eyes.

“Yeah, sorry about this. The library was booked up and, you know, I thought we could do it somewhere that you’re comfortable,” I replied.

Ripping my eyes from his amazing body, I locked the door and hurried to pull down all the blinds.

“I suppose that makes sense. I mean, I spend a couple of hours here every day.” Hunter said while walking to the free weights.

Picking up a dumbbell bigger than my head like it was nothing, he began to bicep curl it, “so what do you want to do?”

If I had more blood in my brain rather than somewhere else in my body, I would have realized that Hunter was probably more eager than me to get to the fucking.

While I had taken his virginity, there was no doubt that this stud liked cock and, at that moment as he showed off his bulging muscles, he was flirting with me.

“What?… Oh right, um, why don’t you get comfortable and go through some of your weight training routines?” I replied when I eventually managed to break my gaze from his ripped arms.

Rather than question why I would ask him to do weights rather than study, he scanned the gym until his eyes landed on the squat rack. Failing to hide a smirk, he walked over to it.

Again, I should have wondered why he hadn’t put any weight on the bar, but instead, I just watched as he bent underneath the bar and rested it on his shoulders.

Slowly, he squatted. Holding the position, his ass was pushed out and his shorts were at maximum stretching point. He held it for several boner-inducing seconds and then he pushed back up.

Repeating the exercise, I stared open mouth as his large, muscular cheeks clenched with each squat, then jiggled after he straightened. It made my balls tingle. This was going to be fun.

“You want to help me with my form?” He asked, looking at me in the mirror’s reflection.

Nodding dumbly, I took a position right behind him and waited for him to move.

Teasingly, he bent forward, pushing his ass into my groin. I was sure that wasn’t the way to do a squat, and the quick wiggle of his butt confirmed it.

I couldn’t hold back.

He knew what he was doing, and I needed more.

“I think you’re looking a bit restricted…” I began before getting cut off.

“You’re right. You know, when I’m in my dorm room doing my weights, I’m always naked!” He agreed quickly.

I knew then that there wasn’t going to be any persuading or trickery to fuck this jock. He wanted it bad.

“What do you think?” He grinned, while I lustfully nodded.

Stumbling back to give him room, Hunter put the weight back on the rack and began to undress. Countless hours of weights and exercise meant his tanned muscular body looked stunning, and he knew it.

Despite knowing that he was watching me, I couldn’t help licking my lips. His muscles gleamed and when he turned back to the weights, he cheekily tensed his ass before relaxing it.

“Damn!” I whispered, and he did it again.

A smirk played on his face as he lifted the weight bar back on his shoulders. He looked at me in the mirror, and then, keeping his legs straight, he bent over, exposing his tight pink asshole to me.

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A Panty Boy and Three Dollars

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Austin, TX


Midterms my sophomore spring semester had been a thorough drain and now I needed to release that tension. I thought about what to do, but the inevitable moment “anonymous video arcade sex” popped into my brain it crowded out all other thoughts.

There was simply no point in fighting it. Salacious and slutty always won. Still does.

And being too young to go to a bar but old enough to enter an adult bookstore, well, the decision kind of made itself. I found it a turn on that I was not allowed to consume alcohol, but I was allowed to consume cocks in a dark backroom. It felt extra sinful.

I spent the next hour getting ready. The feeling of being freshly douched, showered, and my smoothly shaved body got me in a sexy mood like nothing else.

But what to wear?

Panties, of course. Always panties! Once I slither out of my pants, my panties never fail to broadcast to some lucky guy that he is in the presence of complete boy slut. I’ve never once had a negative reaction.

(I hadn’t tested my very personal lingerie fetish on a female at that point in my life. That seemed trickier.)

Unlike now, I didn’t possess a robust collection of panties back then, but I did have one of my all-time favorites, a sheer baby blue low-waist bikini. It wasn’t skintight; it had some room, which I preferred. My peenie could slide around and enjoy the misty feeling. It had a dainty and delicate waistband, which I liked, too, especially when it snapped lightly into place right above my modest penis.

It didn’t completely cover my full bottom, either, which was such a hot look, and it showcased my silky smooth merchandise just right.

With that on under a pair of hip-hugging red nylon gym shorts, I pulled on a moderately tight navy blue t-shirt (about the best I could do as far as “revealing” clothing at the time), put on white tennis shoes and white ankle socks, and walked to the adult bookstore near the edge of campus.

Oh, I had three dollars in quarters making a racket in the pocket of my shorts. I imagined that as I neared the arcade, that jingling made me sound like a kitten with bells on her collar. I wondered if discerning ears could pick up on it the closer I got. A dinner bell, of sorts.

Once inside the arcade at the back of the bookstore, I parked in a viewing booth, locked the door, loaded up the machine with quarters, and chose the gayest video I could find. I stripped down to my sheer panties and began running my hands over my body, getting super turned on by the screen action and the look of my writhing smooth softness bathed in the soft glow of the screen.

Honestly, it was super hot.

Pinching my nipples while two fit men sixty-nine-d on the small screen felt so satisfyingly erotic. If someone gazed through one of the gloryholes to my right or left (and they would), they’d see me feeling up my mostly naked body, rubbing my erect thingy through my panties. I loved being ogled by clothed horny men.

I heard the door of the booth to my left open and close, followed by the sound of quarters falling into the viewer one clunk at a time. I squatted down to peek through the gloryhole and there he was. His khakis and boxers pulled down to mid-thigh and he was stroking his decent cock (cut, maybe six inches if I remember correctly). He wasn’t obscenely hairy, either.

I pressed my face to the hole with my mouth open and tongue out. (Who could resist that?!?!) A few seconds later I felt his stiff dick sliding over my tongue and into my mouth.

There was precum! It tasted yummy!

I went to work pumping my mouth up and down, occasionally stopping to kiss and lick his solid shaft. It had such a nice spongy head; it really was made to savor.

Eventually he pushed his slightly hairy balls through my feeding hole, and I gave them a thorough tongue bath while stroking him.

I returned to his cock, letting my mouth fill with saliva so everything was extra slick. After a few minutes of focused sucking, he did that unmistakable tensing up and filled my college boy mouth with a whole lot of spunk. I swallowed it all and did some light tongue cleaning of his deflating dick before he pulled back, dressed, and departed.

Not very romantic, but man was I turned on by all of that.

I stood and noticed that the viewing room to the right was now occupied. I hadn’t heard anyone come in, but hopefully he watched me suck off the other guy. All he would have seen was a slutty college boy on his knees and from behind, but who wouldn’t be turned on by that? Especially one in sexy panties, right?

My new neighbor stuck a finger through our common hole signaling his interest. Showtime!

I could see him eyeing me, so I ran my hands up my torso and back down to my panties, sliding my hands inside to rub my stiffy. Then I minced up to the wall, bent down on my knees, and when he stood up, I spied a white male playing with his smooth dick. Again, six inches, maybe. Not bad at all.

I opened my mouth istanbul travesti into a wet invitation and his RSVP arrived immediately!

No teasing, no foreplay, just straight into my mouth. It did taste nice, and I believe I detected the taste of precum just like the first guy. Excellent! I went to work pumping my mouth up and down his erection. His moans let me know he was enjoying it!

I took a small break to reach under his cock and to coax his balls through the hole. They, too, were smooth. I pushed his dick upward and began slathering his nuts with my spit. Sloppy wet balls are so sexy!

I slid his yummy pole back in my mouth and began sucking in earnest. I bet I twirled my tongue all over his meat a million times.

As I was pumping, he slowly withdrew and I noticed he was bending down, bringing his face into view. He was cute, a total bonus.

“May I please come to your booth? I’d like to play with that ass,” he asked.

“Okay. Sure,” I answered. This was an exciting development!

I saw him pull up his pants and step out of his viewing room. Then came a quiet knock.

Getting off my knees, I opened the door without any thought as to who might see me. I mean, I do enjoy showing myself off, especially in panties and even more especially when everyone knows I’m being unabashedly slutty.

Standing there in full view, a passing CMNM sensation sprinkled tingles all over my body.

He stepped in and after a little bit of close quarters shuffling around, I closed the door and latched it. As best I could tell, my movie date was in his late twenties. Easy on the eyes, too.

I felt his hands on my boy hips and he gently pulled me toward him, pressing his lips against mine. Kissing in an adult video booth? On display in my favorite panties? With a cute guy? Yes, please!

Making out was heavenly! As our tongues had a getting-to-know-you shoving match, I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, managing to get his pants and briefs right below his ass. I started stroking his Twizzler with one hand and slid my other one up his Polo shirt and twizzled a nipple.

He pulled his head back slightly and asked, “Mind if I get naked, too?”

“Please do! Let me help you!” I couldn’t contain my enthusiasm one bit.

He pushed off his top siders as I knelt down to finish removing his jeans and underwear. While I helped him step out of all that, he slid his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. I placed his jeans and briefs beside it and turned my face back to his hard and luscious cock.

I teased his pretty dick head with my pointed tongue, wiggling it into his pee slit just a tiny bit as I grabbed his ass cheeks in my hands and pulled them apart.

That combination unlocked some moaning, so I knew I was on the right track. Validation is such a motivator!

I removed a hand that was kneading one of his buns, stuck my middle finger in my mouth and got it as wet as I could.

Once it was drenched, I reached around to press it against his butthole. Just as my finger landed on its target, I inhaled his penis back into my mouth.

Boy did he enjoy having his hole massaged while I was bobbing up and down on his cock! He placed his hands on each side of my head and whispered, “Yes! Yes! Ohhhh wow! Yes! This is amazing!”

I kept going on his dick, enjoying the feeling in my mouth. I kept my finger pressed on his anus, tapping it with increasing but still light intensity. I could feel his tiny opening give way a little bit each time.

“Hey,” he said. “Stand up. I came over to enjoy your ass.”

I took my finger off his rosebud and slowly pulled my mouth off of his cock. He reached his hands down, I placed my hands in his, and he pulled me to my feet. Once I was all the way up, he gave me an intimate kiss and then whispered, “Up against the wall, please.”

“And put your dick through the gloryhole.”

The only thing I could think to say was, “Yes sir.”

I turned around, tugged my panties down under my balls and bottom, lined up my five-inch erection with the hole, and pressed my body against the cool black plywood wall.

What a vulnerable feeling! I was a touch nervous and entirely excited all at the same time. My penis was completely out of my control and a man was now rubbing his wet cock up and down my hairless ass crack.

His dick felt so good sliding between my cheeks. I reached around and pulled my bottom open so his slippery noodle could rub against my pussy. Of course, he did just that and now it was my turn to moan.

Just as I felt his loins against my backside, pressing his cock vertically between my open cheeks, a warm wet sensation overwhelmed my penis.

I closed my eyes, and my moans became whimpers as a pair of mystery lips drew in my stiffy. I pushed my hips back and forth slightly to enjoy the sensations from the front and the back.

“Are you getting blown?” tonight’s owner whispered in my ear.

“Yes, Sir,” I responded. Again, with the istanbul travestileri “sir” thing. It’d become an involuntary response, so I capitalized it and just went with it.

“Niiiiice,” he replied as he began kissing my neck and exploring the sides of my torso with his hands.

The intensity of all those sensations was overwhelming! I could feel his sex stick pick up speed as he slid it up and down my crack. His kisses on my neck lasted longer, subtly signaling that his attention was shifting to satisfying his cock.

And speaking of satisfying a cock, mine was completely on edge as someone’s mouth continued working it over. It wouldn’t be long before I came!

My backside bad boy repositioned his cock so it could piston down over my butthole, across my taint, and poke my balls. A few times he purposely pushed his cockhead against my rosebud making it twitch with anticipation!

“Ohhhh,” I breathed out. “You can fuck me, Sir.”

“Thanks, but not tonight. Focus on your cock getting sucked,” he replied as he kept sawing back and forth.

I never once stopped focusing on the delightful treatment my dick was receiving. Not for one second. I don’t think I’d ever inserted my thingy into something so damp, cushiony, and eager.

My testicles tightened and my ass cheeks began to clench and unclench to the excitement of the guy rubbing his propagator under my ass.

I was multitasking before that was a thing.

And then it happened, like I had a choice! My dainty but steel-hard cock began spitting out frosting into that velvety anonymous mouth. I came and came (and came some more), panting like I’d run a marathon. It felt so good. I could not believe how this night was turning out!

As best I could tell, the mouth on the other side swallowed it all. What I did know was that my withering dick was always super sensitive after an eruption, but being trapped against the wall by another man, I decided to take a bullet for the team and tough it out as my blower cleaned my spent penis. But boy did I ever squirm!

The pace behind me quickened and his last kiss on my shoulder became a bite. Firm but not agonizingly painful. The rocking stopped and I felt his waves hit my shore. All that hot cum coated my butthole in three big spurts and then he slid his throbbing cock along my taint. He finished there with two lighter squirts.

That was so amazing, but when he collapsed against me with a hug, everything felt just right. His slippery cock slipped from my slippery sex box, and he leaned in and exhaled into my ear, “Turn around.”

The man in the other booth, it seemed, had finished with me, so I turned around and kept my shoulders pressed to the wall and the rest of my body arched outward. My damp dick caught a faint breeze from somewhere that felt invigorating.

My naughty boy leaned in for what became a fierce make out session! Tongues in as far as they could go and hands all over each other! I could’ve married him right there!

He reached around to my ass and massaged his spunk into my asshole. That felt so intimate, especially when his fingers found their way past my sphincter. I didn’t realize until that moment how much I wanted that. I so did.

So much so, I raised one leg up and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him that much closer and opening my desperate ass even more.

Then he surprised me.

He put two of his cum-coated fingers into my mouth. How fucking hot. I loved being owned like that.

As I was sucking his special sauce from his fingers, my snatch began to spark, and I suddenly became aware that it was being penetrated again!

It dawned on me that my anonymous cock sucker on the other side had reached through the gloryhole and began to finger-fuck me! This new finger in my ass definitely felt large.

What a wonderful feeling! While I sucked pretty boy’s fingers clean, I pressed my ass against the love hole and shuddered with delight!

“Mmmm, oof, uh, yes,” I grunted as I then felt two fingers suddenly violate me. It felt so good!

“What?” Sir asked.

“Our peeping Tom is finger-fucking me,” I answered. “Mmmm, please…”

He put both of his hands on my bottom and pulled me wide open and pressed me against the wall so that stranger could push deeper inside of me.

“Oh oh oh, yes! It feels so good!” I squeaked out.

It really did. One man pulling my bottom open while deep kissing me as another man violated my cummy snatch was indescribable.

Then he pulled me off of those amazing fingers and pushed me to my knees, turning my face to the gloryhole.

“Lick his fingers. Taste your cunt,” Sir said to me.

“Yes Sir,” I said automatically.

I returned to my knees, looked through the hole and said, “May I clean your fingers, please?”

Two large manly fingers appeared, and I began licking and sucking them, just as instructed. They were still damp and had a pleasant cummy coating. If that’s what the inside of my ass tasted like, then I must travesti istanbul be living right.

“That’s so hot,” Sir said. He knelt down and massaged my butthole as I licked the other man clean. The light rhythmic feeling between my cheeks felt hypnotic and I gyrated slowly.

“Tell him you want to suck his cock, slut,” Sir whispered in my ear.

I took my mouth off those big fingers and pushed it up to the gloryhole. “May I suck your cock, please?”

Without saying a word, the man on the other side undid his belt and shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. From the looks of it all, he was tall, beefy, and hairy. The kind of guy I’d call “daddy” if the sexual circumstances were different.

I could see him pulling on his dick and bringing it to the crawl-up window. When it came through, accompanied by his substantial balls, it was semi-erect, thick, and cut. Quite the tasty visual.

Sir was still massaging my oozy button as I wrapped my lips around the impressive head, letting my tongue perform some extra magic on the underside.

That worked! His cock grew in appreciation, expanding to at least seven stunning inches!

I pushed my mouth farther down, pumping as much of him into me as I could. I noticed that Sir had stopped playing with my special place and had pulled his face closer to mine.

“Let me have a turn, baby,” he said to me.

I disengaged from the bonus cock, Sir gave me a quick kiss, and pushed his mouth onto our neighbor’s rod. I had a front row seat at an XXX movie!

I couldn’t maneuver my mouth close enough to give those balls a tongue bath, so I instead stroked the part of the shaft Sir couldn’t get into his mouth.

On his knees, Sir’s ass was spread open, so I licked my fingers and decided to tease his hole again. The way he pushed his bottom out more told me he enjoyed the attention. I then let my hand wander farther down and used my fingertips to graze his balls with feather-light strokes. He squirmed and let out a soft moan.

“Time to share,” I whispered right into his ear. “He deserves two mouths.”

Sir pulled off the big cock and we positioned our mouths on each side, sliding up and down in unison, occasionally touching our tongues together.

When we both landed on that swollen head, we embraced it in a kiss. Pushing tongues over and under that hot cock and into each other’s mouths seemed to be doing the trick. I also began stroking his neglected balls.

My only regret was that the lucky recipient couldn’t see two naked guys performing this masterpiece of a blowjob.

We could feel his dick begin to heave and that was followed by a bath of cum that coated our mouths, cheeks, and chests. All that gooey messy warmth was intoxicating!

I don’t think either of us counted the squirts, but we were drenched. It was like Shamu had nailed us in the splash zone!

We began tidying up that beautiful cock with our mouths until he finally pulled his taste treat back to his side of the wall. Sir and I looked at the cum covering us, smiled, and then began cleaning each other like kitties.

While we were licking all that cream off and kissing with each mouthful, we saw that the other man was observing our little spectacle through the gloryhole.

“That was awesome boys! I hope to run into y’all again sometime,” he said.

I opened my mouth to show him the last load I licked off of Sir and then swallowed it.

“Thank you, Daddy! That was so hot!” I just had to let him know.

He stood up, refastened his pants, and left his booth.

Sir leaned in for a kiss and for at least a minute we enjoyed sharing the cummy fruits of our labor.

“I really should be going,” he finally said, grabbing his clothes from the floor.

The video clicked off and I added that I should get going, too. Sir rummaged through his pockets and inserted a quarter in the viewer, so we’d have 10 minutes of at least some light.

I stood, too, with my shorts and shirt, realizing that my delicate panties were still soaked as I pulled them over my ass and onto my hips. It was going to be a squishy stroll back to my apartment.

“I left quite the mess, didn’t I?” Sir laughed.

“Trust me, I’m going to enjoy my walk home,” I smiled at him. “Can’t thank you enough for the wonderful time. I felt like a pornstar!”

Both of us were dressed and conducted an inspection to see if there were any telltale traces of cum. I kissed a little off of his cheek and he returned the favor by licking some splooge off my forehead.

Awkward silence. Then a full mouth kiss.

“Well,” I said. “I wouldn’t mind something like this again.” My heart began racing.

“Me, either, but, uh, this is my secret life,” he replied, looking at the ground.

“Mine, too. I can work with that,” I replied. “But hey, I get it.”

“Let’s talk outside,” Sir said.

We made our way through the brightly lit store and to his car parked in the rear lot. The store lights confirmed he was every bit as good looking as I’d hoped!

Once we were at his white BMW, he opened the driver door, pulled out a pen and a small pad, and said, “Mind giving me your name and number?”

“Happy to,” and I began writing. “I’m Chris and here’s my number. Try not to leave any X-rated messages if you can avoid it…”

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My Daughter’s Black Boyfriend

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Everyone in this story is over the age of 18!

This follows a married man who succumbs to black cock, it has some offensive words and implied incest. If these bother you I would recommend not reading.

Meeting Callum

My name is Steve, I am 49 years old and have been happily married for over 20 years. My wife, Joanne, is amazing. A loving mother, a great wife and a great partner to share my life with. Together we have two kids, my eldest was my son, Jack, who was 20 and my youngest was my daughter, Melissa, who is 18.

I work in sales, I am 5 foot 9 and have short black hair. Back in the day I was a gym head, but in recent years I have let myself go, by no means am I fat. I’m just not as muscly as I once was.

My daughter, Melissa, is the spitting image of my wife when she was 18. Long blond hair, slim body and as beautiful as her mother. She has recently started dating someone, a guy called Callum who I am yet to meet. However, she has asked if he could stay the night and I told her that he will have to come round for dinner before hand so I can give my final say.

It was 6pm and Melissa and Callum were due any minute, I was in the kitchen watching my wife cook when she said to me.

“Don’t be too hard on him tonight.”

Laughing I replied.

“I won’t be, I just want to make sure he has good intention on my little angel.”

“I’m sure he does!” My wife said turning around and kissing me on the cheek, “Now get ready, dinner is almost ready.”

I went to get changed, putting on jeans and shirt and sat down at the dinner table while we waited for them to arrive. I have told my son Jack to stay out tonight so we can spend more time with this Callum.

Then I heard the door open and in walked my 18 year old daughter, hand in hand with her boyfriend. To my shock, he was black! I’m not racist, I have no problem with her dating a black man, it’s just that she has never mentioned it before.

Standing up, I walked over to shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you Callum, I’m Melissa father, Steve.”

Shaking his hand, I realised how big his hands were. He was in a tight t-shirt that showed off how muscly he was. He was at least 6 foot and his skin was as black as the night sky. If I had to guess, I would’ve thought he was mid to late twenties, but Melissa has already told us that he is 19.

“Nice to meet you Steve.” He said with a grin and then I told him to take a seat.

“So Callum, what do you do?” I asked while my wife brought out the dinner.

“What do you mean?” He asked me, keeping eye contact.

“Do you work? At university?” I asked.

“Oh sorry, I am a personal trainer.” He told me, which explains the muscles.

“Daddy used to be a big gym head.” Melissa said and I could see her hand under the table that must be resting on his thigh.

“Interesting, maybe we could go together some time.” Callum said, his voice deep and manly.

“Maybe.” I replied, not keen on being shown up at the gym by this young man.

Joanne brought us all dinner and we started eating, I learnt a lot about Callum during the meal.

He has 2 brothers, only has a dad as his mother has passed away and he seemed to be fairly intelligent. As much as I hated to admit it, I liked him.

When we finished eating, it was nearly 9pm and after all the talking at Melissa looked to me and asked.

“So daddy, can Callum stay over?”

I smiled at my little girl, looking back at Callum I finally said.

“He can stay over.” Which brought a huge smile to her face, then I looked at Callum and continued, “But, you will have to sleep on the sofa.”

Her smile quickly left, not happy about not sharing a bed but I wasn’t about to let my daughter sleep with this man under my roof whilst I was in.

“Sorry Melissa, but those are the rules.” I told her.

“Fine.” She said in a huff.

Callum helped my wife clean the table and I could hear them talking in the kitchen while I was alone with Melissa, she moved to the seat next to me and said.

“So daddy, what do you think?”

I looked at her and told her.

“He seems nice.” Which made her smile.

When all the cleaning was done, Melissa hugged me and kissed my cheek and said goodnight. I shook Callum’s hand again and his hard grip hurt my own, not that I would let it show. Then we all went to bed.

It was around 3am when I woke up with a dry mouth. Desperate for a drink I headed downstairs, but remembering that Callum was on the sofa I tried to be quiet when pouring myself a glass of water.

When I turned around, I nearly had a heart attack when Callum was stood in front of me, just wearing boxers.

His body was amazing, he was so toned, his 6 pack clearly visible and his legs thick and firm.

“Sorry Steve, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said looking at me.

I didn’t mean to, but my eyes accidentally darted down to his crotch a few times, I could see the outline of his cock and just from his boxers it looked huge.

“It’s, erm.. okay.” I said stuttering.

“I’m ankara travesti just getting a drink myself.” He said.

“Glasses are in there.” I told him pointing to the cupboard and then watched his body as he walked past me to the get himself a glass. While he walked I could see his soft cock moving about in his baggy boxer shorts.

Stop looking at his crotch! I scolded myself.

Then I watched as he poured himself a glass of water, even from behind his back muscles looked firm and amazing.

“Thank you for letting me stay over.” He said.

“It’s no problem, I hope you understand having to sleep on the sofa.” I told him.

“I get it, it’s no problem.” He said with a smile, his white shining teeth more prominent in the dark.

Once again, I found my eyes locked onto his crotch. Catching myself, I brought my eyes up and he was silently smiling at me.

“Well, goodnight.” I quickly said and then left.

On the walk back to my room, I couldn’t think of why I kept staring at him. Even worse, I could feel my own hard cock was awake!

I got back into bed and tried to forget about it and fall to a restless sleep.

The First Taste

It has been two weeks since Callum had first stayed over, since then he has stayed four more times but each time he slept on the sofa. I was not ready for him to sleep in Melissa’s room just yet.

The more I got to know him, the more I liked him. He was a good young lad and seemed respectful enough to have my approval. Also, as much as I tried to not, I found myself thinking of his body more times than once.

Something about him just intrigued me, his toned body, his abs, the sway of his big cock in his boxer shorts.

He was staying over again tonight and I was in bed, when the thought of his body came to my mind again. As much as I tried to push the thoughts away, I couldn’t. Then I felt myself getting horny and felt my cock growing in my boxers.

Turning to Joanne, she was reading a book when I placed a hand onto her thigh and moved my lips to kiss her neck.

“Steve, what are you doing?” She said with a laugh.

“Come on.” I whispered kissing her neck and moving my hand up her night gown and to her exposed pussy, slowly rubbing her clit with my finger.

“Steve…” She whispered moaning.

“You know you want to.” I whispered as I kept rubbing her clit.

“Fine but be quiet.” She whispered.

Climbing on top of her, I started to kiss my beautiful wife. Her soft lips against mine, her tongue running against my own as I pulled out my 4 inch cock and easily slid it inside of her soaking wet pussy.

“Mmmmmm.” She quietly moaned as I slowly made love to her.

Feeling her tight pussy wrapped around my cock, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. That was until we heard a thud coming from the other room.

“What was that?!” My wife jumped, pushing me out of her.

“I’m sure it’s nothing.” I said trying to kiss her and continue.

“No, Steve. Go check.” She said firmly and I knew better than to argue.

I put on my dressing gown and left my room and went into the next, opening the door to my son’s room he was on the ground picking up his desk.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“I knocked my desk over, I’m sorry.” He said.

I gave a little huff, annoyed that this was why I had to stop having sex and then went back to my room. Entering I whispered.

“It’s just Jack making a mess.”

“That’s okay then.” She said.

Getting back onto the bed, I moved to kiss Joanne when she stopped me and said.

“We can’t do it now, knowing that Jack is definitely awake.”

For god sake, I was so close! I moaned to myself.

Lying down with my cock still fully alert, I tried to drift off to sleep unhappy and horny.

Again, I woke up around 3am needing a drink. I had forgotten that Callum was downstairs when I headed down in just my boxers.

Pouring myself a glass, my heart stopped when I turned around and once again saw him standing there in just his boxers.

“Oh god, Callum. Sorry you frightened me.” I said.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He said.

Once again, I found myself staring at his body and my eyes found their way down to his cock. This time though, instead of seeing it swinging in his boxers, I could tell with ease that he was fully hard. It looked massive!

I quickly tried to divert my eyes and leave, until I realised he was stood still and I couldn’t pass. Looking up from the ground, he was smiling down at me, then he whispered.

“I’ve seen you staring at me.”

“W-what?” I stuttered out, embarrassed of being caught.

“It’s okay, most white guys can’t help themselves.” He said with a smug grin. I couldn’t believe what he was implying.

“Callum, I think I should head to bed.” I told him, but he remained firmly stood still.

“Do you want to see it?” He asked me.

I looked down at his cock that was pointing into his boxers, looking back up I stuttered.

“I-I-I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay Steve, you can ankara travestileri see it. I know you want to.” He said, then I saw his hands go down to his boxers and in one motion pulled them down.

I could not believe my eyes!!

I have seen men naked in the gym showers before and of course I have had a look, but this was a beast! It was at least 8 inches and as thick as my arm! I couldn’t quite believe my eyes.

Without realising it, I was staring at his cock. Until his voice brought me back to reality.

“Touch it.” He whispered, but in a firm tone.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of his cock, it was dark but I could clearly see it, it’s length, it’s girth.

“You know you want to.” He whispered.

I don’t know what has come over me, I have never thought of a man in that way before, but here I am staring at my 18 year old daughters boyfriends cock.

Without thinking, I reached out my hand and wrapped my fingers around the big, black cock. It was so warm and firm in my hand and I couldn’t get my fingers to meet because it was that thick.

“Good boy.” He whispered which I felt weird, calling me a good boy.

“Now, wank my cock.” He whispered.

My eyes looked up at him, smiling down at me. I couldn’t believe this situation I was in, holding his big hard cock. But I couldn’t seem to stop myself, it was like my body had a mind of its own.

Then I felt my arm move and my hand moved up his cock, gripping onto it firmly and then pulling it back down. Ever so slowly I was wanking his big, black cock.

“That’s it, I knew you wanted it.” He whispered.

I wanted to tell him to fuck off, I wanted to punch him in the face! But I didn’t, I remained speechless as I slowly wanked his cock.

“Get on your knees and have a closer look.” He said.

This was it I thought, this was going too far.

Maybe in another world this is where I stopped, but not in this one.

Instead, I did as he told me to, I lowered myself to the ground and onto my knees, face to face with his giant cock only inches away from me. I couldn’t help but notice how hard my cock was.

My hand was still gripping his cock as I wanked him in front of me.

“Do you want a taste?” He whispered.

I couldn’t stop myself, with all of my might I couldn’t stop when the words left my mouth.

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Yes, what?” He whispered, I looked up and he was smiling down at me with a smug grin.

“Yes, I want to taste.” I told him, not believing the words coming out of my mouth.

“You want to taste my big, black cock?” He whispered.

Looking back at the giant cock in front of me, I knew how wrong this was, but I couldn’t stop when I told him, still staring at his cock.

“Yes, I want to taste your cock.”

“Go on then.” He whispered.

This was all the encouragement I needed. It was as though I was having an outer body experience, watching someone that wasn’t me doing this. But it was me.

I opened my mouth, I leant forward and soon I felt the softness of the head of his cock pressing against my tongue. When it did, I closed my mouth and wrapped my lips around his hard cock.

This was it, I have the first ever cock in my life in my mouth. And it felt…. Amazing. I can’t explain it, something felt so natural about being on my knees with this man’s cock in my mouth.

“Mmmmm that’s it.” He moaned.

I have gone this far. I thought.

I opened my mouth a little more and pushed my head forward and took more of his amazing cock inside of me. Running my tongue along the head of his cock, I could taste the salty precum coming from his dick and it tasted amazing.

“Mmmmm.” I accidentally moaned around this perfect cock.

I looked up in embarrassment of just moaning on his cock and just saw him smiling down at me, at his girlfriend’s dad sucking his cock.

I closed my eyes, not able to look at him any longer while I continued to suck his cock.

I started to slowly bob my head up and down, feeling his cock get just to my lips and then going forward and taking it until he hit my throat.

“Glgggh!” I moaned when I went too deep and made myself gag.

“Shhhh, don’t want to let anyone know that you are sucking my cock.” Callum whispered with a hand running through my hair.

I looked up at him and then back at his cock, a trail of spit going from my mouth to his cock. I was lost in lust when I dove back onto his cock and started to suck him faster now, loving having this black cock in my mouth.

I was running my tongue all over his shaft as I would wrap my lips around his dick and keep taking him as deep as possible, doing my best not to gag.

After a few minutes of sucking this huge, black dick, Callum gripped onto my hair and whispered.

“Keep your head still slut, I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

Calling me slut was like a punch to the gut. I wanted to stand up and shout at him, but I couldn’t. Instead, I let him hold my head still with his cock in my mouth as he started to thrust his cock in and out.

He would travesti ankara go deep and make me gag over and over, spit was pouring down my chin as I was just there as a hole for him to fuck, and I fucking loved it! His cock would come out to my lips and then he would thrust deep until he hit my throat over and over.

Then he whispered.

“I’m going to cum slut, you better swallow it all!”

I know I was sucking his cock, but I forgot about him cumming. I didn’t want his cum in my mouth, but right now I was in no position to argue. Instead, I kept my lips wrapped as best I could around his dick as he kept fucking my mouth, over and over he would plunge down my throat.

“Fuuuuckkkk.” He whispered and I felt his balls tensing up.

Then he started to shoot load after load of cum straight into my mouth. I was surprised by the taste, actually liking it. I used my tongue swirl it around my mouth as he was keep fucking my mouth with just the tip of his cock while it seemed like his cum was never ending.

“Mmmmm.” I accidentally moaned again as the last parts of his cum poured into my mouth.

I kept my lips around his cock, when he let go of my head I carried on bobbing up and down on it, getting the last few drops of cum whilst he went soft.

Eventually he pulled my head back and I watched as he pulled his boxers back up.

“Thanks for that, I really needed it since you won’t let me sleep with your daughter.” He said.

I had almost forgotten about Melissa, I just sucked her boyfriends cock!

Having swallowed his cum and thinking of Melissa, it was like my senses finally came back. I wiped my mouth and stood up, Callum was just stood there smiling at me.

I didn’t say anything and just barged past him and tried to be quiet, sneaking upstairs. Just before reaching my room I realised how fucking horny I had gotten sucking his cock.

So instead of going to bed, I went to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door I sat on the toilet seat and started wanking my cock. The remnants of Callum’s cum in my mouth and I closed my eyes and pictured what I had just done. It took minutes for me to cum all over my stomach thinking of his cock.

Cleaning myself off, I went back to bed and tried my best to sleep.

A Second Helping

It has been a week since I sucked Callum’s cock, luckily for me he hasn’t been around the house since. Hopefully he was just as embarrassed about it as I was.

Although I tried to forget, every time I got horny and had chance to wank, images of Callum’s cock came into my mind.

After I cum thinking of his dick, I would tell myself off and say that was the last time. But it never was.

“Callum is coming round for tea tonight.” My wife shouted to me from the other room.

My heart stopped and I felt sick when I heard it, jumping from the sofa I ran into the kitchen and said to her.

“What? Again?”

“Yes, is that a problem?” She asked.

I didn’t know what to say, I obviously couldn’t tell her why I didn’t want him over, especially how I told everyone how nice he was when I first met him! So I just said.

“No, no problem.”

A few hours later, I was sat at the dinner table with my wife Joanne, my son, Jack and Melissa and Callum. It was awkwardly silent. I couldn’t bring myself to look up from my plate in fear of Callum looking at me.

When dinner had finished, I helped Joanne clear up the dishes, in the kitchen she whispered to me.

“Why are you so quiet?”

I looked at her, not knowing what to tell her I just said.

“I just don’t think he should be around so often, has he not got his own family to eat with?”

Joanne huffed and replied.

“He and Melissa are in love, just let them be happy.” And then she walked away.

If only she knew the truth. I thought.

It was my turn to clean up, so I had rubber gloves on and was washing the dishes in the sink when suddenly I felt a pair of firm hands gripping my arse cheeks. Then Callum’s voice whisper from behind me.

“Have you missed me?”

I jumped out of my skin, span around to see him smiling down at me, I whispered.

“Callum! You can’t do that!”

“Oh please, after last time, I don’t think there’s anything I can’t do.” He said with a grin.

“Enough Callum.” I firmly said, trying to take back some power.

“How about, you meet me in the bathroom upstairs in twenty minutes?” He said, still smiling at me.

“No Callum, that is never happening again.” I told him.

“We will see.” He said and then grabbed my hard cock from outside of my pants before turning and walking away.

What the fuck!

I carried on cleaning the dishes with my head spinning. Afterwards my wife suggested that we all watch a movie together.

It was twenty minutes after Callum had been with me in the kitchen when he stood up and said.

“Can I use your bathroom please?”

His usual polite manner hiding the truth that I know.

“Of course, you can use my bathroom.” Melissa said, she had an en suite to her bedroom. Then I watched Callum leaving.

For the next few minutes I argued in my head, I desperately tried to fight the urge to go upstairs. To stay loyal and firm. But it was no use, my decision was made. I stood up and said.

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White Sucks Black, Black Fucks White (The Stripper)

Curious straight guy strips, ends up really fucked.

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 fantasy, none of this is real; do not attempt this at home. And of course, in real life, always practice safe sex (or better yet, maybe just jerk off to these stories and nobody gets hurt.)

White Sucks Black, Black Fucks White (The Stripper)

(Some of this is true; most of it is not.)

“What the fuck am I doing?” I thought as a stood completely naked (except for my wedding ring) with my dick embarrassingly fully erect, facing the wall in the shabby, cluttered and musty “office” of the manager of a gay strip bar and movie theater. The wall was covered with posters of “all male cast” movies and random gay porn pictures tacked to the wall. Directly in front of me was a cut-out from a magazine of a naked and bound white man being fucked in his mouth and ass by two burly mostly-dressed Black thugs, apparently acting out a gay rape fantasy. At least I assumed they were acting. I was beginning to have an overpowering urge to flee, but the photo was strangely mesmerizing.

My dick had been hard almost from the moment I’d walked into the gay strip club, more out of curiosity I thought, but now my cock was as hard as it had even been. My shame suddenly became overwhelming, and I glanced toward the door once again contemplating escape, but I saw the bouncer, a very large Black man, had come in. He wasn’t exactly blocking the door, but I would definitely have to squeeze past him to get out, plus I had no idea what he had done with my clothes, which also caused me to feel incredibly vulnerable.

Behind me, I knew the manager was sitting in his chair ogling my naked body. The guy was fat and slovenly, and the whole thing seemed like a scene out of a tawdry, low-budget porn film, where the girl was made to strip naked to “audition” for a part for some sleazy producer, only in this case I was playing the part of the girl. I heard the manager unzip his fly, and then order me to “turn back around.” I hesitated for a moment, knowing that there was no way I could hide my erection.

When I turned around I’m sure the manager was amused to see the shock on my face. The guy may have been a slob, but his cock was huge. He didn’t say a word. He just glanced down at his erect dick and then at me. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that he expected me to get down on my knees and suck him.

Again, my mind screamed, “What the fuck am I doing? I’m straight. I’m married to a wonderful, intelligent, sexy and loving woman. I’m a junior officer in the Navy, graduating near the top of my class at the academy. My wife was an admiral’s daughter as a matter of fact, who not only had a master’s degree, but truly loved to have sex. All I had wanted to do was indulge a strange fantasy of mine to dance naked in front of an audience. When I had entered the strip club, I doubted that I would even go through with it, although I had to admit that the sight of eight naked men dancing at various locations in the bar was a surprising turn on that I hadn’t expected. Why the hell would I want to suck this guy’s cock? Especially with the Black bouncer watching.” All this went through my mind in a flash, as I stared at the large, thick, hard cock pointing at me.

All my instincts were screaming, “Don’t do it!” Dozens of reasons not to do it sped through my brain; marriage, career, my parents, my wife’s parents. I even remembered my commanding officer saying in front of the wardroom, “Suck one cock, and you’re a cocksucker for life!” I’d never sucked a cock before, never even considered it, and never thought his statement would ever apply to me.

I’m sure I was flushed red with embarrassment and shame, standing naked in front of this guy. No way was I going to suck a cock. All I wanted to do was a couple naked dances, to satisfy my curiosity. But there was no denying that my cock wanted this. Why else would I be so hard? I couldn’t explain it. I tried to fight the thought that deep down inside I really wanted to suck this guy’s cock. It seemed like forever as I mentally debated, like out of Shakespeare, “To suck or not to suck, that is the question?” And then the scene from “Animal House,” where the devil and the angel are on the guy’s shoulder trying to convince him whether or not to fuck the mayor’s daughter. “Suck his cock!” said the devil, “you know you want to.” “Don’t suck it!” said the angel, “you will regret this the rest of your life.”

The manager istanbul travesti gave me a look like, “Look asshole, I don’t have all day. Suck my cock or get the fuck out.”

I got on my knees in front of him, took his cock in my mouth and sucked. I can’t explain why I did it, I just did. As soon as I did, thought, “Oh, god, I’m a cocksucker for life.” Images of my beautiful wife flashed through my mind, and all of a sudden an extraordinary sense of guilt for being unfaithful, which I had never been before. And then a weird thought, did sucking a guy’s dick meet the definition of unfaithful?

Mr. Slob had a pretty powerful aroma, but I was surprised at how natural it felt to have a cock in my mouth. I quickly began to suck it with more enthusiasm, trying to copy the blowjobs in the few porn movies I had seen. I felt the guy firmly grip my head as if to make sure that once his cock was in my mouth I wouldn’t change my mind. His hand was surprisingly strong. It was clear he wasn’t about to let me stop sucking.

As I knelt naked and sucked the manger’s cock, I sensed the bouncer walk over and hand something to the manger. He seemed to be reading as I continued sucking, my own cock still as hard as the one in my mouth.

“So, does Eileen know her husband is a cocksucker, Lieutenant D.?” said the manager, as his grip on my head got even tighter.

Fuck! The guy already knew my wife’s name, my name, and that I was in the Navy. The bouncer must have handed him things from my wallet. I felt a sense of extreme panic, and I tried to stand up, but the bouncer had anticipated that and shoved me back down before my knees got a couple inches off the floor.

“Nooarghphl,” was all I could manage.

“Oh, sorry. Can’t talk with your mouth full, eh?” the manager said sarcastically. “Just keep blowing me, cocksucker.”

“What would your wife think if she saw you with cock in your mouth?”

I had no idea what she would think, but I was pretty sure it wouldn’t go well. She was pretty liberal, especially considering who her father was, and tolerant of lesbians and homosexuals, but I doubt that extended to her own husband. We’d been happily married for three years and still pretty much screwed like rabbits, but she’d shown no indications for anything other than a strictly monogamous relationship.

“And, what would your parents think if they could see you sucking cock?” More feelings of shame and humiliation. My parents were both very conservative. I suspected by mom would be extremely disappointed, but would still love me. I had no doubt that my dad would disown me, since he had nothing but disdain and contempt for “faggots,” which is how he invariably referred to gays. The shame of knowing his only son was a cocksucker might well give him a heart-attack.

“You’re not too bad a cocksucker. Your parents would be so proud of you. How about your kids? Got any kids?”

I shook my head no while continuing to suck.

“Well, someday they will be thrilled to know their dad was a cocksucker.”

Not if my wife found out first, I thought. Why would my wife want to raise a cocksucker’s children?

“I bet the Navy would be real thrilled that one of their officers is a cocksucker, wouldn’t they?”

That was a definite “NO!” as this was long before even “Don’t ask, Don’t tell.” I knew the Navy even went on periodic witch hunts to find and purge homosexuals. If the Navy found out I was a cocksucker, my career would be over in an instant.

“Well don’t worry about any of that. Your secret’s safe with us.” I couldn’t see his face with his cock in my mouth, but I didn’t get a good feeling that he was being completely truthful, especially when he added, “as long as you do whatever I want you to do.”

For someone who had always been a straight-A student, I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been to let the bouncer take my clothes and wallet. He knew everything about me, including my home address off my driver’s license, what rank I was from my ID card, all my contact phone numbers (this was before cell phones, too.) This guy owns me, I thought.

“Just remember, I own your ass. And it’s going to make me a lot of money.”

I gagged on his cock, as he tried to shove it even deeper in my mouth.

“Just relax, Lieutenant. My cock is going in your throat the easy way or the hard way, your choice.”

I gagged again, desperately trying not to puke, but this time he was unrelenting, so I tried to relax as he had ordered. His cock entered and slid down my throat, surprisingly much easier than I had thought. I couldn’t believe I was doing it. Taking a huge cock all the way down my throat. I couldn’t barf, with his cock lodged in my throat. I even felt his hairy balls on my chin. And then he held his cock deep in my throat. I began to run short of air, yet he showed no sign of withdrawing. I started slapping his leg with my hand to show my distress, but the bouncer just grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back.

Instead of worrying about puking, istanbul travestileri I desperately tried not to involuntarily piss on the floor. As I felt myself starting to black out, I imagined my wife getting a telegram, “We regret to inform you that your husband suffocated on a huge cock. At seemingly the last instant, he pulled my head off his cock. As I gasped and sputtered for air, I realized that my wrists were now actually bound together behind my back.”

“Who’s your master, slave?”

Slave? What the fuck?

“I have to get back to my ship,” I answered.

“That wasn’t even close to the right answer, cocksucker. Let’s try this again.” And he shoved my head back down into his crotch and his cock popped right back in my throat again. Once again, I feared I was going to die on this man’s dick.

“Here’s the deal, cocksucker. If you don’t want your wife, your parents and the Navy to know you suck cock, then you will do exactly what I say. I’ll let you go back to your ship, but you are now my slave. I will expect you to return regularly. You will be sucking my cock for the rest of your life, or until I get tired of you. After you finish sucking my cock, you will go out into the bar and dance naked for all the guys. A lot of them will get real turned on by the thought of fucking a married navy officer, and they will buy a lot of drinks waiting their turn. A lot of them will pay good money to fuck you, especially the first one, and I will get all that money, and all you will get is their cum up your ass, or on your face, or wherever they want to cum in you or on you. Savvy?”

God, all I had wanted to do was dance naked a couple times, and instead this guy was going to pimp me out as a gay sex slave. My sense of shame was overwhelming, as well as an abject sense of stupidity for getting in this mess. My damn cock was still like a rod of iron in excitement. Why the hell would the idea of being a sex slave for other men be at the same time so repellent and yet such a turn on?

“Do you understand, you cocksucker?”

After I finished gulping air, I meekly answered, “Yes, sir,” in the same way I would have addressed a senior officer.

“That’s better. No get your married mouth back on my cock and suck it like your life depended on it. And life as you know it will depend on it. Your life will never be the same, but when I’m not using you, you can pretend things are normal with your wife and career.”

That eased my mind-numbing angst only slightly. The realization that my whole life could come crashing down because I sucked one cock was harder to swallow than the actual cock itself. By this time though, I wasn’t so much as giving a blow job as I was having my face and throat fucked.

The manager’s grip on my head was now two-handed and he was vigorously slamming his cock into my mouth, fucking my head like a rag doll. With my wrists bound and pinned by the strong bouncer there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. I could only imaging what I must have looked like kneeling naked with this fat, hairy slob’s huge dick pumping in and out of my mouth. Yes my dad would be so proud.

Suddenly the manager started to shake, and I assumed he was about to cum in my mouth, and I suddenly wondered what his semen would taste like. Instead, at the last instant, he pulled out and shot a mammoth load of hot cum all over my face. I’d seen a few facial cumshots on women in a few porn movies, but couldn’t believe how much cum this guy unloaded. The first spurt was right between my eyes, and at first I thought I was lucky that I was wearing glasses, but several more spurts splattered my forehead with cum, which then ran down into my eyes and essentially glued them shut. Many spurts hit my cheeks, ran into my ears and down onto my lips and chin. I inadvertently opened my mouth and took a shot there too, so I did indeed learn what cum tastes like, and also realized that I would never forget my first taste of cum as long as I lived.

Just then a bright flash went off in the room, followed shortly by the whirr of a polaroid camera. Shit, now there was photographic proof of my cocksucking.

“Get another one,” said the manager, just in case all the cum washes out the film, like last time.” This was followed by another flash. The manger then rubbed some of my cum around my cheek and lips with his cock, then stuffed his cum-coated cock into my mouth, and I got an even bigger taste of his splooge.

“Here, you get in here,” said the manger to the bouncer.

I felt an even bigger dick force its way into my mouth, and I started sucking my second cock, which I knew to be black. It hadn’t been all that long since the passage of the civil rights and voting rights act, and already I had a Black man’s cock in my mouth. There was another flash. The manger now had a photo of me kneeling at the feet of and sucking the cock of a Black man while the manager’s cum was still oozing down my face.

“Oooh, this is a keeper! Nice cumshot, if I do say so myself. travesti istanbul This one goes in the Facial Hall of Fame.” The Black guy just kept fucking my face and grunted an acknowledgement. “Your wife is going to love this one,” the manager said, obviously talking about the photo of me with black cock in my mouth and cum all over my face. “You look good with a face-full of jizz. What do you think, he looks good with your cock in his mouth and my cum on his face?”

“All white men look better with black cock in their mouth,” said the bouncer. “All white men should kneel naked and suck black cock. You owe it to us for all the shit you’ve done.” His comment made me imagine seeing my dad with a black cock in his mouth. As little as he thought of gays, he thought even less of Blacks. Knowing his only son was sucking nigger cock, as he would say, would kill him.

As if reading my mind, the manager said, “That’s it, make your daddy proud. Prove you’re not a racist and suck that big black cock.” His comment seemed superfluous, since that’s exactly what I was doing, except the making daddy proud part of it.

“That’s it white boy, suck my black cock,” said the bouncer, his voice dripping with contempt. The “boy” was jarring. No one had talked to me like that before. The bouncer obviously had no respect at all for white men. I felt completely helpless and vulnerable. I was naked and had no idea where my clothes were. No one I knew had any idea where I was, and no one I knew would ever have guessed I’d end up sucking cock. I was completely at the mercy of this big and powerful Black man and the sleazy manager.

“So, LeRoy, is there anything better than having a strait, married white man suck your cock?”

“Uh, fuck him in the ass. In front of his wife and family. Fuck his wife and family in the ass. Piss on his whole family.”

“Man, you really hate white dudes don’t you?”

“Well, they enslaved us. They deserve to get fucked, every last one of them. They benefited from white crimes, they should all pay for white crimes. And we don’t want their stinking money. We want to fuck their asses. Except you of course, boss.”

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure you get some of this ass later tonight.”

“Oooh, married white ass. I would sure like to fuck that. Can’t fuck too many married white men.”

Shit. It was bad enough sucking sleaze-balls’ cock, and then LeRoy Brown’s black cock (which turned out to be his actual name,) but now it looked like they had every intention of taking my anal virginity.

The load of cum on my face was starting to cool and congeal. Cum definitely feels a lot better when it is fresh. To the cum had been added spit and drool as I had repeatedly gagged on his fat cock, as he tried initially unsuccessfully to shove it down my throat. Finally he crammed it in and he too did the mock-suffocation routine in me. This time I imagined my tombstone, “Choked to death on a big black cock.”

Once again, I gasped for air, as he jerked his cock, aimed right at my already cum-covered face, when he blasted his load right between my eyes and gave every square inch of my face a second coat of cum. Again I saw the flash, even though my eyes were glued shut with jizz. I could feel more jets of jism hitting my face as the camera flashed yet another time and then another.

“Nice cumshot, LeRoy. Even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him with that much splooge on his face.”

“We should send her a photo just to see if she does.”

“Please don’t. Sir,” I said somewhat meekly.

“Who the fuck asked you, cocksucker?”

“Your mom’s probably already fucking Black men anyway. Lots of white women are. They feel guilty, and want to atone by spreading their legs for as many Black men as want to fuck them. Plus, it makes them all cum.”

I wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying really as I was thinking about the sensation of two huge loads of cum clinging to my face, and worried about what my family and friends would ever think if they ever saw me like this — married, naked naval officer, straight-A student, class president, star athlete, covered in cum.

“Hey cocksucker,” barked the bouncer, jarring me back to the present. “Don’t worry, I won’t use your address list to find and fuck your mother.” Well at least I have that going for me. “Your wife, on the other hand….” He left that dangling and unresolved.

They had my wallet, so I knew they had my address. He or his friends could find and fuck my wife, or even gang-rape her when I was away at sea. There was nothing I could do about it if they chose to. I had not considered that going into a gay bar could result in any threat to my wife. They’re gay guys, right? However, it had become apparent that the bouncer wasn’t actually gay; he just got off on fucking white people, any white person. What a fucking mess.

“Hey LeRoy, let’s get this show on the road. God knows what those animals have been up to while we’ve been out.”

Since I couldn’t see anything, I just knelt there passively, hands bound behind my back, my face a mass of congealing cum, and still fully erect. Before I could react, someone snapped a collar around my neck with a leash, and then jerked me to my feet with the leash.

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By the age of 18 I had (frustratingly) not yet gotten laid, and I of course wanted to, very badly. Pictures of sexy women, both in front of my eyes and behind them, were my constant companions. I was pretty sure I was not alone in this, but I became erect — sometimes even painfully so – at the drop of a hat and had to relieve myself often.

Many were my fantasies of getting laid but I also began to believe that wet lips and a tongue would be able to create sensations far more intricate and pleasurable than a vagina. I since learned that there is no comparison – they are different but both wonderful – but my desire to be licked and sucked has never waned.

I had become acutely aware of something. The next block from where I grew up in old Philadelphia – a lovely neighborhood of brick townhouses, brick sidewalks and gas streetlamps – was a gay cruising area.

Every night after dark, men would stand or sit on the steps of houses while other men walked by, eying each other. And as I came and went from the block where I lived, visiting friends and returning home by foot, I couldn’t help noticing how many of them eyed me as well. I knew I was attractive to girls and I was learning that I was attractive to men as well.

I think it came upon me slowly, as I was reluctant to admit it, but although I am completely not wired to be attracted to men (and I’ve since tried, it just doesn’t work), I am wired to be attractive to men, and gradually I came to terms with the fact that a recurring fantasy of mine was to have my cock sucked by a man.

The fantasy and the urge took hold and grew and would not let me go. It still hasn’t, many years later.

One of my best friends befriended an affluent gay couple who loved to smoke pot and were happy to share (with good looking teenage boys, anyway – hmm… I wonder why!). Us “good looking teenage boys”, of course, were happy to have a source of free high-grade pot and we visited them many times in their apartment. The younger of the couple, istanbul travesti Ron, kept making passes at me, which I of course rebuffed – or more, honestly, pretended were not happening, but I started thinking of a way I could arrange somehow to be alone at their apartment with no one but Ron. I didn’t want my friends to know what I wanted.

One day the opportunity presented itself. I arrived at their apartment planning to meet my best friend there, and Ron’s partner Steve told me that he had called and said he wouldn’t be coming. He told me he himself was leaving but Ron would be coming home soon and I could wait if I wanted to get high with Ron.

I pretended to think about it but of course I knew immediately that my chance had finally arrived to maybe see what it would be like to get a blowjob from a man.

I sat on the couch and waited and then slouched back with my legs spread invitingly when I heard the key in the lock, closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Sure enough, after a short interval while Ron settled in, I felt a weight on the couch next to me and a hand on my knee. I didn’t stir. The hand wandered a bit, and then a bit more and I stayed “sound asleep”.

The hand started to slide up and down the inside of my thigh and still I didn’t stir. Well, more exactly something did start to stir as the hand got closer and closer to the juncture of my thighs and the bulge in my pants.

Soon the hand was just brushing that bulge and moving away again and still I remained “asleep”. My cock was beginning to swell (as it is now, writing this) and I think he could see it pushing against the thin material of my khaki pants, because he finally did what I knew he had lusted to do for a long time and moved his hand directly on to the bulge in my pants to trace the outlines of my cock with his fingers and start to stroke it.

At that I stirred just a little and his hand flew away, but I settled back again and soon his hand returned and began istanbul travestileri stroking my cock again though my pants, getting it harder and harder. As if in an erotic dream I stirred again and mumbled and sighed but spread my legs further. Encouraged, he was tracing the outline of the head of my cock, and the shaft, and gently stroking my balls before returning to stroke my cock again, which was now erect, trapped and straining against my pants.

I kept up the pretense of being asleep and lost in an erotic dream, and soon his fingers found my zipper and pulled it down. He reached in and I could feel his fingers now tracing and stroking my cock with no barrier to lessen the sensation.

He gently freed my cock from my pants (I wore no underwear and never have if I could help it) and now, with his prize in his hands, he began stroking me in earnest. It was heavenly. It was forbidden and it was erotic as hell and I couldn’t help “moaning in my sleep”.

His fingertips teased the head of my cock and stroked lightly up and down the shaft. He went back again and again to that incredibly sensitive area just below the head of my cut cock, on the underside of the shaft. I could feel that he had wet his hand with spit. He rotated his fingertips and then his fist around the head, and just below it with just the right amount of pressure.

I had never pleasured myself with anything other than a fist moving up and down my cock and had no idea that the degree of sexual sensations he was creating were possible. My cock was so hard it felt like the skin was being stretched by the engorged flesh beneath it, and every little movement brought new heights of erotic bliss.

Before long, his weight lifted from beside me and I felt him kneeling between my legs, pushing them further apart to gain access. His lips sank over the head of my cock and his tongue worked me as his head began to bob up and down. The sensation was even more electric and I couldn’t help gasping travesti istanbul at the feeling of his wet, warm mouth around my cock. It was then that I pretended to “wake up”. How could I not, with that much stimulus lavished on my young, hormonal, over-stimulated and under-used cock?

I opened my eyes and gasped as if surprised to wake up with a gay man’s lips wrapped around my straight and extremely hard cock. He looked up at me, replaced his mouth with a stroking hand and smiled, and with his other he reached up and took off my glasses. He put them down on the couch beside me and immediately plunged his lips down over my cock again and began sucking and licking.

He alternated: long, slow strokes of his lips up and down the shaft of my cock, all the while using his tongue to further fire my nerve endings; he pulled his mouth almost off and sucked and licked the head of my cock. He circled the base of my cock with his thumb and first finger, making it even harder and holding it while he licked up and down the length, occasionally dipping down to lathe my balls with his wet tongue — another new and delicious sensation for me.

The sensations were more than incredible. It was well beyond what I had expected, but I was still young and inexperienced and it seemed like less than a minute (and probably was) before my cock started shooting cum into his mouth. He began moaning, I was moaning, and I emptied myself down his throat.

My cock was now so sensitive that I had to make him stop. I couldn’t take it anymore and I pushed him away. He released my cock from between his lips, stood up, tousled my hair and went into the kitchen to bring me a damp and a dry paper towel. Acting as if nothing had happened (which is just what I needed in order to not admit to myself that I had just let a guy suck my cock and make me cum), he asked If I wanted to get high and wandered away to get his paraphernalia, leaving me to clean myself and put my still tingling cock back into my pants.

Many blowjobs ensued thereafter. Maybe I’ll tell you about some of them. Ron was smitten with me and had been for some time, and I took full and shameless advantage of that to get my cock sucked as many times as I could. It was never enough. To this day, it has never been enough.

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I guess if I had to classify myself, I’d say I was straight with Bi tendencies. Does that exist? I’m attracted to women and everything about them. I’m not attracted to men. However, I am attracted to a dick and balls. I learned as a youth that I loved to feel a hard cock in my hand. I easily and quickly learned that I love one in my mouth. When I was eighteen, I was fortunate to have a college age neighbor who I discovered enjoyed me sucking his dick. He sucked me once or twice but he wasn’t as into it as I was and, quite frankly, looking at his stubbly face sucking my dick turned me off. I sucked him countless times.

I let Frank give me facials and slap his wet dick on my face. I learned to enjoy his cum in my mouth and in my throat. It was never romantic. Fortunately, we both enjoyed it and were too naïve to let society’s expectations and conventions affect us, so it never became awkward.

I moved off to college and Frank moved away from my home town. I ended up falling in love and getting married. It seemed my youthful ways were a part of my past.

Except they weren’t. I still fantasized about sucking dick. I told my wife about this “fantasy” but never told her that I’d been a cocksucker. She was surprised at first and expressed some interest — but not so much that it became a part of our sexual activities. In fact, after a while, we never mentioned it. Maybe she forgot.

My wife was very sexy (she still is) and our sex life was pretty active so I wasn’t missing out on anything, I thought. However I did still incorporate cocksucking into my masturbation fantasies. I even bought some bi and gay oral DVDs that I kept hidden or took with me when I traveled for work.

After some years the sex with my wife dwindled and I began to think of ways to suck someone’s penis again. Well, more than just a thought, it became a craving. I felt that I really needed to feel a peis I my mouth. I needed to feel the warm weird texture of a man’s sperm in my mouth.

I considered finding someone to suck but, before the days of internet and cell phones, it was very hard to find like-minded men. I visited porn shops and bought dildos to practice on. I could never bring myself to visit the “screening rooms” in the back where I guessed there would be glory holes. It just seemed too risky.

Until recently, I had avoided the dating apps. About three years ago I downloaded Grindr and my adventure started. I was edging myself to porn on my phone and opened the app. The first profile I saw, looked interesting. I clicked to see more. “Married str8 male looking for FWB. Really would like someone to suck me regularly. Must swallow. Can host”

As I was reading, this guy messaged me. “Says you’re close and your lookin to suck. Wanna blow me?”

I stared at the message and felt my dick pulse. As I considered whether or not to reply, a pic popped up. He sent me a dick pic. The penis was marvelous. It was thick and long and hard. He was uncircumcised. But you could see that he had a nice mushroom head. His balls were hanging low in the photo and they were also large. I licked my lips. Man, would I suck that! I bet he’d cum a lot…

Another message popped up: “What dya thikn. Cum suck me”

The app said 1223 feet away. Is that accurate? I guess he can see the same. This made me uncomfortable. I didn’t realize the app knew that.

Another pic popped up. It was the same dick, flaccid and resting on his thigh. The dick was shiny with cum. There were pools of cum on his belly and his stubbly pubic hair. A lot of cum. I mean he covered himself with cum.

“This was last week. Been saving up for someone. That you?”

My mouth literally watered. My dick was fully hard already since I was edging myself. I pulled back my skin and started cumming immediately. Huge spurts shot out satisfyingly. Seeing these pics sent me over the edge. I made a decision.

I snapped a picture of my cum covered cock and sent it to him.

“This is me. Now. After seeing your cock.”

I hit send.

I made another decision. “Please don’t jack off! I want that load.”

I paused before sending. Do I want to send thi- ” My finger slipped and I sent the message.

“Hmmf. Well…” I thought. “That’s that.”

“Nice! 6″? Nice cum too. Wipe it up with your fingers and eat it. Eat your cum and send me a disappearing pic”

What the fuck is a disappearing pic? Sounds interesting. I decided to play along. I picked up some of the thicker ropes and clicked the pic. I then placed my cummy thumb and fingers over my mouth and snapped another. I let the cum drop into my mouth and sent a third. Delicious. I hadn’t tasted my own sperm in quite a while.

I felt so naughty. I laughed at myself for this thought. Sounded like something my wife would say.

“HOT!!!!” came istanbul travesti the reply. Come over now. I’m hosting in my condo. You in the Limecrest Condos too?”

He really was close. I was indeed in that same complex. This guy was a neighbor. Scary and yet so exciting too. Did I want to start sucking cock of someone so close?

Yes! Yes, I did! Came my reply to myself. I was dying to suck a dick and balls. I was dying to have someone fuck my throat. I was dying to swallow — no! not swallow. I was dying to savor some cum! I don’t think I’d ever been this horny in my life! My cock was still wet and cum my but it had hardened already.

“Yes.” I answered, unsure how much info to give.

“I’m 234A. Cum now! I need to release now.”

I paused.

“NOW or never man! You want to suck cock? It says you do. I’m offering this for you.”

Another pic popped up. His hard cock was held next to a can of Red Bull. It was slightly thinner and about an inch longer than the can. I screenshotted it and saved it.

I’m doing this, I decided. I’m gonna suck that cock!

“5 minutes” I replied.

I went into the bathroom and stepped into the tub. I washed my dick and balls and ass. I wasn’t sure if this guy was going there but I wanted to be clean just in case.

I threw on some jeans without underwear and left. I was so excited. My cock pressed lewdly against my jeans. I was sure everyone would notice the guy with the massive hard on but, nobody was really out and about. I saw that 234A was across the street and down one group of condos. I’d probably seen this guy around.

I walked up to his gate and hit the buzzer. A deep voice answered. “Cocksuckers are us?” the voice said loudly. My shoulders dropped guiltily and looked around. WTF?

Before I could formulate a reply, the gate buzzed open. As I stepped through furtively looking around like I was doing a drug deal, the door to the condo opened. In the doorway was a blond-haired man, nude. With a raging boner.

“I know you!” he said. It was true. We’d met before. I recognized him too. He was Mike or something…

“Dude! Who knew you were a cocksucker?!” As he said this he stepped back and indicated that I should come in. Why was he so damn loud! I looked around one last time and quickly stepped into his apartment past him. He leaned into me and my hand brushed his cock as I passed causing it to bob. I pulled my hand away instinctually and whispered an apology. He closed the door.

“Sorry? Sorry for what? You’re gonna be doin more than that!”

I turned to face him. My eyes dropped immediately to his penis. It looked to be about 8″ long. I licked my lips and looked back up to his eyes.

He smirked – but not unkindly. He knew I wanted his cock. “Get back here. Get on your knees” he commanded.

I had thought we’d go up to his room or to his living room or something. I guess not. I obeyed. Some guys really got into this alpha thing. I didn’t care. I was literally here to suck his cock – kinda the definition of subservient…

I dropped to my knees in front of him. His cock was right in front of my face. I looked at it and exhaled. It was perfect. I looked past it up to his face. He jerked his chin up as to say “Well…get to it!”

Wow. I was just gonna suck this guy — this stranger- right here in his entranceway. It was so bizarre. I was so hard!

I leaned in and smelled him. He smelled faintly of soap. And sweat. How I missed this smell. I moved my nose down and dug it gently into the base of his cock and licked his scrotum. I moved my head back and forth and nosed one testicle and then the other as I I licked the root of his cock hidden inside his ballsack. Then I licked one ball and the other. I looked up past his penis to his face.

He had closed his eyes.

“Niiice” he said.

I licked up his shaft to the circle of cock head poking out of his foreskin. I ran my tongue around that circle and tried to insert it into the foreskin. He moaned. “Yessssss”.

I slid my lips over the head and off.

“Mmmmm” we said in unison. I don’t know who was enjoying this more. I didn’t care. I was in heaven. I was sucking for me – not him!

I slid my lips down his shaft about an inch or two past the head and slid off — not letting the head leave the warmth of my mouth. Then I slid down again. I went as far as I could this time. Even though I’d been so long, I found that I could still take a cock. I managed about six inches.

“Jesus!” he yelled. “Fuck!” as he placed both hands on my head and pulled me to him. I gagged but he held firm.

“Mmmf! Cumming! Fuck I’m gonna cum!”

I was surprised as I felt him spurt his sperm into the back of my throat. I swallowed and tried not to gag!

It was surprising that he’d istanbul travestileri cum so fast but it felt so good to have this thick warm cock in my mouth! And the feeling of cum spurting? I’d forgotten how much I liked it. I guess he’d been jacking off because I’d only sucked him for less than a minute. I didn’t care and was actually pleased to receive cum so soon. I knew I’d get to suck him as he deflated and I loved sucking a soft floppy cock! Plus, he came a lot!

“Oh dude!” he rasped. “Jesus Christ, I came so much. Don’t fuckin stop –don’t stop!”

I obeyed. I swallowed what I could and slid up as soon as I felt his hands drop. Grabbled his cock with my hand and pilled his foreskin back. I slid my lips down the cummy head until the ridge popped into my mouth. Then I opened my mouth to swallow as much of his cock as I could. I closed my lips around his shaft and captured all of his cum and my saliva. I swallowed and did this again.

His penis was still long but it was much softer now. Wonderfully soft. I squeezed it between my lips and let it out with a plop. I love a long soft cock and was about to continue.

“Stop dude! Man! I need to sit. Fuck! You made me cum so fast…Fuck that was awesome!”.

He moved from his door past me and into his apartment. I got off my knees and followed. I wiped my face and licked my fingers of any cum.

He dropped into a lounge chair, smiled, and looked at me. “That was great! You really do like sucking cock doncha?”

I lowered my eyes and then looked back at him. “I love sucking cock. I love eating cum. It’s been a while but… I love it.”

I wasn’t sure whether to sit or to leave…I wanted to ask him if I could suck him again. Or if he’d suck me…

“Take off your clothes.” he said. I complied happily. Maybe he would suck me too. God knows I was ready to blow.

My cock popped out proudly as I lowered my jeans. I was about six inches and circumcized. It was a reasonable cock, I thought. I’d suck myself if I could…

“Nice cock, man. Wow. Are you about to cum? Looks like you’re about to cum.”

It was true. I was very close.

“Come over here,” he said as he stood. I moved closer.

“No, closer…” and he positioned me right in front of him, uncomfortably close. I was afraid he was going to try to kiss me and I did not want to make out with a guy (even though I had just swallowed his cum). I love to suck cock but I do not like guys…That’s me.

“Jack yourself. Cum on my cock and then suck it off. Swallow your cum from my cock.”

Hmmmm Wow. This was so hot. I almost came just thinking about it. I smiled.

“OK. I’m gonna cum fast though.” I explained.

“Whatever dude.” He laughed. “I don’t give a shit. I just want to see you clean your own load of cum off my cock.”

I looked down and noticed that his cock was bobbing — hardening as the blood rushed through it. He liked this idea – maybe as much as I did.

I reached down and caressed my dick lightly. Man, I was right there. I pulled my skin back and held it tight. It felt so damn good. I started panting. So good. So good! I didn’t even have to jerk myself. I was…

My cock spurted a blast of cum into his pubic stubble and on the base of his cock. A long streamer of thick white cum. Porno cum, I thought.

I sighed and softly moaned. Another spurt of thick cum shot onto his dick. I started jacking myself at this point. It felt so fucking good. Cum shot out and landed everywhere. Cum landed on me, on him, everywhere. Cum splattered on his belly, thighs, and dickhead. I came so much! So much thick sperm, I thought. And I’d just cum earlier.

I leaned my head back and squeezed my eyes shut. I shuddered with the total enjoyment. A strangled moan escaped my lips. What an amazing orgasm. Jesus Christ!

I opened my eyes and looked at… (what was his name? Mikel?). He was staring at our cocks. His was almost hard and had stringers of cum — my cum- hanging off it. His stomach and thighs had cum streams beginning to roll down.

I got on my knees, opened my mouth and let his whole cock in until it hit my throat. Then I closed my lips and savored my cum as I literally sucked his semi. Amazing!

“Mmmmm” I moaned enjoying a man’s penis in my mouth. I missed this so much. This soft hardness in my mouth.

I moved my head back and forth and slid my lips off his penis. I went down again and applied the same suction. His cock was now fully hard. I trapped his balls between my thumb and middle finger as I gently grabbed his balls. I pulled them taught and this caused his dick to point toward me. I ignored the tempting phallus and moved in to suck the copious cum remains in his stubbly pubic hairs.

“Goddam!” he sighed. “You love that cum, huh? You love to eat cum? travesti istanbul Jesus, man. You’re a real cocksucker aren’t you?” I ignored him as I licked the cum from his body.

“You’re gonna be my regular sucker, aren’t ya. Friends with benefits, right? You wanna suck me every day?”

I was in the moment. I wasn’t really listening. Did he ask me to suck his friends?

I was so horny, that thought hit home. More cocks? Yes please.

I looked up into his eyes and nodded, agreeing to more than he’d asked.

Then I slid my tongue into his foreskin and licked all around his head. I let go of his balls and held his cock. The foreskin slipped back exposing his head. I ran my tongue around it repeatedly. I flicked my tongue against his frenulum repeatedly as I once again pulled his balls taught.

“Ohhh yeah…Goddam! What is thaaat? Don’t…don’t stop”

I stopped. Instead, I slid my lips tightly down his shaft and quickly back up. I made sure to keep my lips tight enough to squeeze his dick. I did it again, this time trying to go deeper. I gagged and came up to breathe.

“Dude! Man! Don’t stop!” he said as he placed his hands on my head and guided my back to his dick. I tightly slid my lips down and with his pulling, found my nose in his stubble. I was retching but not unpleasantly. He was holding me there and moaning — making guttural sounds.

“Fuck yeah! FUCKING throat my cock! You fucker! Fuckin suck it all! Swallow my big cock, you cocksucker” he said through gritted teeth before releasing me.

I panted and looked at the thick ribbon of slime that trained from his dick to my mouth. It was thick and white and looked like cum to me.

He pulled me again and forced his cock into my throat. The ribbon of spit stuck to my chin and hung there, rudely dangling until it hit his balls and stuck there.

Once again he held me there as my throat tried to remove the invasive article. Retching, I barely heard his random exhales and exclamations. He released me again.

Leaving just enough time to fill my lungs, he pulled me in again until his thick eight inches were deep in my mouth. This time he started jerking my head, pulling his cock out about an inch before slamming it back in. He was fucking my mouth.

I could see nothing but his abdomen. I heard myself gag each time he pulled me deep.

“Gak gak gak gak gakgakgakgakgakgakgakgak.”

This sound was complemented by and wet squishy sound of my spit around his cock.

I was loving this.

He fucked my mouth for a while. I have no idea whether it was for one minute or five. My eyes were watering. I was able to breathe but just barely enough — I was starting to panic, as if I was suffocating.

All of a sudden he pulled my head off his dick and started pumping his cock with his thumb and two fingers. I was panting, trying to catch my breath. I opened my mouth and tried to home in on the exposed head of his dick. He was pumping furiously and his finger and thumb slammed into my lips.

“Ohh- ahh_OHHHShesusGoddammmmm!” he yelled as he shot cum into my mouth. I swallowed. He shot two more and I closed my mouth to swish it around with my tongue. He shot two or more thick ropes across my face before slowing his motions. He stopped finally, wiped out.

Panting like he’d just run a race, he whispered “Fuckin A man! Fuckin A! That… That was… jesus, that was amazing.”

I ducked my head to find his cock head, covered by the foreskin again, and slipped it into my mouth. I sucked on it and rotated my head.

His hands reached out to grab my head, this time pushing me away. “Easy, man… Easy easy…”

I ignored him and fought to slide his softening dick into my mouth. He moaned and relented.

He dropped to his chair and I sucked him clean. I sucked his soft penis for another ten minutes before he stopped me. “I’m good man. That was awesome but I’m done.”

Flopping his long soft cock against my face, I complained “Awww…I was just starting to enjoy myself. I’d keep sucking… I’d suck another load – another two out of you.”

He shook his head and smiled. “Shit man, you love to suck cock doncha?”

“I LOVE to suck cock.” I confirmed. “I used to do it years ago but this is the first cock I’ve sucked in… in decades, really.”

“Well shit. Have no fear, man. You’re gonna have all the cock you want now. You’re gonna suck me every day.”

I thought about this and smiled. I rubbed his cock against my cheeks, savoring the feel of the soft skin and the whole squishiness of his shaft against my face.

“Absolutely.” I agreed. “I’ll suck you every day. I work from home. I forgot how much I love giving head. And your cock was amazing. Right now, I’d suck cock all day.” I admitted. It was true, I was hard as a rock again from just sucking his flaccid penis. I had cum all over my face and chest. “Caught up in the moment, I shocked myself by saying “I wish you had roommates — I’d suck them now and swallow their cum too!”

Mikel laughed. “Huh!…Well, it just so happens…”

– To be continued –

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The Assault Pt. 02

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True to his word he was there at four thirty, he had on trousers boots and the same shirt but he had the two top buttons undone this time. He knocked and walked in as I yelled for him to come in, he removed his boots at the door this time, he slowly got more and more comfortable.

“Lemonade or beer? And how was your day?”

“I would kill for a beer Bill, day was okay, just another day in the life of a cop.”

He sat there you could see he had tension in his neck, he did not want me to massage him, but I was going to massage him either way. I was soft and gentle at first, but I felt it right away, his skin on the left side of his body was damaged somehow, possibly burnt or something else, it felt like skin grafts.

He would later tell me he had been burnt as a kid and the grafts did not go as planned. He was very self conscious about his whole body, and how he looked with no clothes on, he never got naked in front of anyone, not even in front of a mirror, thus the reason for him not being with anyone. He had tried but got shocked looks and nasty comments and even a scream about his body.

I turned him in the swivel chair and took his face in my both hands.

“When your ready to show me, show me, not till then.”

He looked at me nervous and shy that I might reject him if I did see his scars, I held his face in my hands and pulled him in for a kiss. He stood and pulled me in tight to his body, the man had an incredible body, the muscles so hard, his cock straining to be contained in his tight trousers. He and I stood there in the kitchen by the island kissing making out.

He pulled back from the kiss, he looked me in the eyes.

“Why do I trust you so much Bill?”

“I don’t know Norman, but I am glad you do, I really want us to go to my room and get naked.”

I took his hand and led him to my bedroom, I would let him disrobe me, then I would remove his clothes. He lifted my tee over my head, his hands on my chest tweaking my nipples, he kissed my chest sucking my nipple into his mouth.

“May I remove yours now?”

He swallowed hard, he was terrified I would run out of the room istanbul travesti screaming, one button at a time, I was slow and meticulous. When I got half way, you could see the scars on his body, down his left shoulder down his chest to his hip.

A woodstove had blown up when he was a child someone had poured gasoline to get the fire going and he got most of the burns. Once the buttons were all undone, he stood there a tear rolling down his face. I wiped it away and kissed him. My body on his own, I opened his shirt so his chest was on my own, our lips never pulled apart.

I slid the shirt off of his shoulders and wrapped my arms around his neck, his arms held me in close to him. I pulled back from the kiss and opened my eyes, he and I stared at each other. I slowly pulled back, I had to see, the burn was bad, but the grafts had taken fairly well, I ran my fingers over it. He was not used to physical contact, it was to much for him. He stopped my hand by holding my wrist with his hand.

“Please Norman let me do this please.”

He slowly released my wrist and let me touch him, his body shivered as it felt the touch of another human for the first time. His eyes poured out tears, I pulled him in and kissed him, we hugged I held him as his emotions released him. I had him lay on the bed his legs dangling over the edge, I straddled the man, my ass on his crotch. His cock strained to be released from its confined space, I wanted to enjoy his upper body before I went for his cock.

My hands were all over his body, my lips kissed him everywhere, he drank in all the attention, his body craved it, needed it, longed for it as well. I removed his belt and unbuckled and unzipped him, I got off the bed and pulled his pants off.

There he was underwear only, the man had an incredible body, pecs that were huge, his body smooth, his abs dusted with fine hair. He told me he shaved his chest as hair only grew on half of it. He truly was an Adonis of a man, I took his underwear and pulled them off as well.

His cock jumped out of his underwear, it wanted to be touched, sucked, licked and istanbul travestileri maybe even be able to have anal sex one day. Norman stood up in front of me, he took off my shorts and grabbed my cock and gently stroked it. His was cut with a mushroom head on it, had to be a good eight maybe more, five to six around, beautiful balls that hung just perfectly behind the big tool.

I got down on my knees and took the mans cock in my mouth, I swallowed his cock to the base, and held it there. Norman grabbed my head and pulled his cock out then shoved it back in, he fucked my mouth hard, I did not gag I wanted his load. On his forth stroke his cock reacted, it shot my mouth full of his seed.

Norman screamed as his balls unloaded inside of me, he held my head on his cock till the wave was over. He pulled his cock out and got me to my feet, his mouth on my own, he and I laid on the bed and made out. He wanted to play with my cock as well, he had to feel an uncut cock, he stroked my cock, he licked at it. He pulled back the foreskin and took my knob into his mouth, the stroking and his mouth sucking me was to much.

I warned him as my cock started to shoot, I blasted his mouth face neck with multiple shots of cum. He licked at it, but I could tell cum was not for him. I wiped him off and pulled him in for a kiss, he laid on top of me.

“Really enjoyed that Bill can we do that again one day soon.”

“How about right now? I could swallow another load out of you, or you could fuck me.”

His eyes widened as I mentioned him fucking me, I knew he had never, and he expressed he was worried he might not be very good at it. I told him one only gets better the more one does it. He smiled at this, he liked the idea of doing this more than once.

I went in and cleaned out, he laid on the center of the bed, I could tell he was stressed about the whole thing.

“Norm you can’t actually do it wrong it’s pretty straight forward, you slick up your cock with lube, you slide it in, you fuck me.”

We did doggy style, he would have more control, he could really bang his cock in me this travesti istanbul way. He really was a thoughtful lover, he was overly careful in all that he did worried he may hurt me. I got him to finally hammer it in me, shove his cock in me. He had a firm grip on my hips as his cock invaded my tender hole.

Norm screamed like someone was being killed when his cock filled me up. He collapsed on my back his cock slowly deflating and slipping out. We laid there me on my stomach him on his back beside me, he really was a handsome man, beautiful inside and out.

“So Bill your not bothered by my scars? So many are terrified of them.”

I half laid on him and kissed his chest, I kissed his lips, then looked in his eyes.

“I don’t even see them, your a beautiful man, inside and out, the scars are not what I see, it’s you that I see.”

Norman started to cry, I rolled us over so he was on top of me, he laid his head on my chest and wept, I held him till he cried it out.

“Bill you are one amazing man, I feel so good with you, I feel safe, I know I can be myself with you, thank you so much.”

“I’m really glad you arrested me now Norm, but I have to tell you I so wanted to kiss you when you and I were sitting talking after the interview.”

“Wanted to kiss you too, and my cock was rock hard as we did talk.”

“Yeah I know I saw it when you stood up.”

“We could go for a swim now, and Norm I only swim in the nude.”

He looked at me, he and I got up and walked over to the pool, we both dove in, he was like a fish in the water. He could easily out swim me any day, he and I did some laps then we sat in the lounger, he sat against me in my lounger, he loved body contact, he loved how I touched him, held him close to me.

We talked about his life as a young man, him being burnt and gay only made it worse, he tried meeting guys but it was always the same. They were all over him in his cop uniform, but he did not have the perfect body when he was naked so they did not want him, or they pitied him which was even worse. He spent his days off with his Mom, she encouraged him to go out and meet people, but he felt safer at home.

He and I would have dinner then he would go back to his Mom’s, I knew he wanted to spend the night with me. He reluctantly went home he had things he had to get done, he told me later that he talked to his Mom and she was all for him spending the night with me.

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Letters: Something’s A Bit Queer 08

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Scott could not recount the number of bars he’d been in but nothing could compare to “Rock Hard” — the Leather Bar he now found himself. Never in his imagination could he had envisioned himself attired in nothing more than a leather jock strap and the black halter he wore around his shoulders. Marc had insisted on his dress and as he looked around at the men, and some women, in all varieties of leather and lace, he felt a surge through his body.

His blood was pumping wildly, feeling a euphoria, he had never known. Sliding the vodka drink over to Marc, he introduced two young men he had just met at the bar — Randy and Jim. Both guys were dressed much like he was. Randy, taller with dark hair, had a black leather vest, opened in the front and a black jock strap. Jim, slightly shorter was a blonde wearing a black jock and halter just like he wore. Both guys, who appeared to be in their late twenties if that, were absolute studs.

While Scott had his first sexual encounter with a man just yesterday — he knew he wanted to be with Jim and Randy. The guys stirred something deep inside him, exciting him in a way he had never known. Marc and John had both been older.

These two guys were much closer to his age and there was a sexual energy about both.

Sitting with Marc was a man Scott had not met — Greg. Marc informed all three that Greg was an old friend and he and his wife were the owners of the bar.

The five sat down at the table, drinking their drinks as Greg shared that he and his wife Victoria, Vicki to friends, had started out swapping and then swinging. On a trip to Atlanta they discovered a bar very similar to theirs and decided they needed to open a place of their own.

The Rock Hard Bar was a private club and prospects had to be recommended by members in good standing. Greg pointed out while the bar was wide open and members were permitted to have fun, no one was coerced and any member who crossed the line with another or their guest would lose all membership privileges.

Scott had been surprised at the number of women who were there but once Greg explained Vicki was involved and much of the concept was her idea, it explained the number of females. Most of the women seemed to be involved with each other but some were openly fraternizing with the men.

Like the guys, many of the women were dressed in leather — all manner of corsets, thigh high boots, bras, thongs — it was the most exciting scene Scott had ever taken in.

One woman in particular struck him as she, dressed in all black leather was leading around a young attractive female, breasts bared wearing only a red leather thong and a wide studded collar around her neck. The collar was attached to a thin strap as they moved through the crowd. The woman, who appeared to be in her mid to late thirties had an air of confidence… with the girl, her head bowed, in complete submission. Scott had never been more turned on.

While he wore no collar, and had no leash that he was led from, he was just as owned, just as dominated. Marc was in total command and he would do anything daddy required. “Daddy” … it seemed natural, right, to refer to Marc as Daddy.

As Marc and Greg engaged in a conversation of their own, Randy, Jim and Scott began to get to know each other better. Scott informed the two younger men that he had just been introduced to the gay scene. They couldn’t believe a guy who was seemingly straight just two days ago could be so involved now. They smiled knowing they would play a part in bringing Scott out — discovering things about himself which lay under the surface. Like the artist who polishes the stone, bringing forth the statue that lay underneath, just waiting to emerge.

Randy retrieved each of them new drinks and slid them across the table. The music surging through their bodies. Scott felt a heat in his chest, his cock, as he looked at the two guys before him. He wanted them and he knew before the evening was over they would all be together.

At that moment Scott heard a familiar song he had always liked, the tingling bell, the beat which pulsed through the air, “Shout” by Tears For Fears. “Damn, I love that song,” Scott exclaimed. “Let’s go dance,” Randy smiled. The three men moved through the crowd. Jim in front with Scott following close behind. Scott felt Randy touch his bare hip, his hand lightly rubbing his ass. “Shout, Shout….Let it all out….”

As they made it to the dance floor, Scott found himself literally sandwiched between the two men. Jim facing him as Randy rubbed his leather covered cock between the cheeks of Scott’s ass. Hands on his hips, Jim letting his arms wrap around the other two men, his eyes staring directly into Scott’s. His breath blowing back on Scott as he sang along, “Come on…I’m talking to you….come on…” The music pulsating through their bodies.

Scott loved the feel of their sweaty skin rubbing together. Their cocks separated by leather but still mashing, pushing together. The refrain again…., even istanbul travesti louder now, “Shout, shout…let it all out…”

As the song wound down, Van Halen’s “Panama” ripped through the air. Randy thrust something to Jim who took it close to his nose breathing it in. Randy pulled it back for Scott.

“What is that?” Scott managed. “It’s a popper…breathe it. It won’t hurt you …. promise. Just breathe it in…” Randy encouraged. Scott had never been one for a drug but he trusted him. Scott leaned in close to Randy’s hand and inhaled as the vapor filled his nostril. Amyl Nitrate — big in the gay scene which Scott would come to understand created a temporary high. The drug was used to relax muscles making it easier for anal sex but also produced a slight high — as the music reverberated through his body.

“Oh yea…un huh….what’s that sound…” David Lee Roth’s voice filling the club. Scott could feel Randy grinding, pushing into his back side, his hands reaching around tweaking both of Scott’s nipples. Jim leaning in, kissing on his neck. His hand sliding down touching him, cupping his leather covered cock and Scott doing the same. He was so fucking horny. He wanted these guys and he wanted them now.

Maybe another trip back to the back….taking him in his mouth like he did the men earlier in the evening. He wanted to taste them. He wanted them to fill his mouth.

Eddie Van Halen’s guitar riffs filling the air…. “Yea, we’re running a little bit hot tonight,” Roth sings. “Fuck yea, we are,” Scott thought to himself.

When the song ended, Randy reached around and pulled Scott’s chin back and to the right as he felt the young man’s lips close over his. As Jim let his hand slide into Scott’s leather pouch freeing his cock already hardening in his hand. Randy let his tongue slide into Scott’s hungry mouth. He sucked in his tongue, sliding his lips across Randy’s. Jim starting to jack Scott’s cock up and down and Scott wrapping his arms around Jim.

Scott lost track of time. How long they stood on the dance floor as people moved past and the next song started. He was lost in the moment, the passion. The three could have made love there in front of everyone but Randy broke their kiss and Jim tucked Scott’s cock back in, though the erect cock still stood at attention and the tip hung out of the leather jock.

Marc merely smiled as the three walked back up to the table. Greg’s inviting us back to his place if you three want to come along. “Yea, been here since early this afternoon. I need a bite. Ya’ll up for it?” Greg inquired as he stood.

“Sure,” Randy shot back. No idea where they were going but it didn’t matter.

Marc took his car with Greg riding with him as the other three – Randy, Jim and Scott rode behind following them. Randy drove as Jim and Scott sat in the back seat making out. Scott felt like he was in high school again, double dating with his girl in the backseat.

Jim’s hand sliding all over Scott. Squeezing his leather covered cock, pulling on a nipple, as they kissed. Scott slid his hand in Jim’s jock, feeling for the first time Jim’s dick that he freed from its pouch. The cock, semi erect, grew in his hand. The soft flesh felt so good. He could feel the precum from Jim’s dick. Scott couldn’t wait as he brought his hand to his mouth and tasted the moisture — the little bit of semen Jim’s dick had provided. “Fuck I want to taste you, suck your cock,” Scott moaned.

Minutes later both cars pulled up in front of a gated drive. Scott broke out of his passionate embrace long enough to see both gates swing open allowing them to enter. Whoever this Greg was, he definitely had some serious cash.

Parked, Greg ushered the guys into a sprawling home. The lights were already on and as Marc made drinks. Greg ventured into a kitchen and began preparing deli sandwiches. Randy, Jim and Scott took in the audacious surroundings. A spacious living room and den, everything spoke of very successful couple.

Marc called the guys into the den where drinks had been prepared. Greg brought in the sandwiches and slipped into the room to turn on some music. Scott didn’t realize how hungry he was until he tore into the Italian sub Greg had prepared.

As the guys enjoyed their meal, they saw a gorgeous woman, wrapped in a red satin sarong enter the den. Marc was the first to look up. “Evening Vick, hope we’re not intruding. Greg invited myself and some friends over.”

“No not at all,” the shapely brunette fired back. “Have fun tonite babe?” Vicki asked looking over at Greg. “Yea, the club’s hoping. Guys, this is my wife Vicki.”

“You boys headed down to the basement?” Vicki inquired. “Yea, I thought we’d have a little fun,” Greg responded. “You alone?”

“No, Leslie’s upstairs,” she replied. “Leslie?” Greg asked.

“A new associate, she started last week,” said Vicki. “And she’s upstairs this week? I hope to meet her,” he shot back.

“We may join you later,” Vicki answered as she turned to istanbul travestileri walk away. “See you Marc,” Vicki smiled. “You boys have fun…”

Greg explained to the newcomers that he and Vicki owned a residential real estate company. Over time, it had become one of the largest in the county employing 120 real estate associates and closing $2.3 billion in sales the past year.

While they enjoyed being successful entrepreneurs, it also provided them an opportunity of a bountiful playground. Vicki loved seducing young housewives out looking for new homes not to mention some of the young attractive female sales associates that fell under her spell.

Over the course of drinks Greg explained that the two had initially enjoyed the swinging lifestyle together and as time progressed, Vicki began exploring her kinkier side. She liked dominating women, particularly young women. Greg himself leaned more toward male companions.

“So is she strictly into women now,” Randy asked. “Well, for the most part,” Greg admitted, “Though she will take a strapon to me and sometimes I get into her little S&M games. I still go down on her. She’s got one of the sweetest pussies… but she does like her ladies,” Greg admitted.

“Okay… let’s go downstairs,” Greg encouraged everyone. Greg opened the door at the end of the den which led to the downstairs. “This is what we call the romper room. It started out as just my man cave but little by little… well, now it’s playroom for both of us. As they entered the dimply lit room from the staircase, Scott took in the surroundings. A pull out leather couch and leather seats. A huge wall screen TV and shelves hosting a variety of adult toys — vibrators, dildos, whips, floggers, hoods, clamps, plugs. It was a cornucopia of novelty items.

There in the corner was a swing and eyelets in the ceiling leaving little doubt as to their purposes. “Vicki is really into the whole S&M scene. I suspect Leslie upstairs has already been properly conditioned,” he informed everyone as he lifted up what appeared to be a wet hand towel from a table and moved some clamps and placed them back on a shelf.

Jim had wasted no time checking out the swing. Slipping off his shoes, he sat down on one of the straps. Scott had been waiting for this moment all night as he knelt at Jim’s feet and began kissing Jim’s cock through the leather jockstrap. He pulled down the strap exposing Jim’s cock for the first time. He shaved his balls completely leaving just a tuft of blonde hair just above his dick. Scott eyed the cock for just a second before he dived on it, taking the member deep into his wet mouth.

Randy moved to Jim’s side, sliding down his jock as well, as Jim grabbed his dick, and slid it to his soft lips.

Greg and Marc each took a seat in the leather chairs and watched the scene unfolding with some soft jazz Greg had put on when they entered. Each man sipped their drink as Jim, Randy, and Scott put on a show. Scott and Jim both sucking with wild abandon and Randy tilted his head up to the celling enjoying the blowjob.

The three continued their oral attack for several minutes before Greg got up and walked over to Randy and Scott and handed each a condom. Scott was the first to stand as Jim put his feet in the stirrups of the swing and Scott rolled the lubed condom onto his cock.

As Scott was getting his instrument ready, Randy took some lube that Greg gave him and coated his fingers and pushed it between Jim’s ass cheeks – kissing him as he lubed up his partner.

Randy slid his hand into his black leather vest and retrieved the popper from earlier, holding it to Jim’s nose who inhaled the vapor and then holding it out for Scott. This time he didn’t question. He simply leaned in and drew a breath getting an instantaneous hit.

He could feel the music, a heat rising from the carpet, through his feet, all the way up his body. He felt on fire – burning with passion.

Then Randy twisted the swing in Scott’s direction as the young man took his penis in his hand and rubbed it between the cheeks of Jim’s ass. All the while Randy barked out instructions, “Fuck him! He needs a good fucking, the little slut. Fuck him good!”

Jim moaned as Scott’s cock entered his asshole and Randy pulled back on the swing slightly, then pushing it forward. Jim groaned and then with one hand holding the strap and the other free, grabbed Randy’s cock and guided it to his mouth.

“Vick really loves that thing,” Greg admitted. “When we first got it, she’d put on one of her big strapons, and then fuck me silly!” he smiled as he took a sip of his vodka.

“You fuck her at all?” Marc inquired. “No, not any more really. She fucks me when she wants some. Hell, I get enough ass…” Greg trailed off.

“Think about it…?” Marc shot back. “Well, if I wanted pussy… I’d want that… but, I don’t know. I get off watching her with her girls. I do like still going down on her though. That’s one really hot cunt she’s got!” he added.

Scott travesti istanbul was slamming into Jim’s man pussy. The swing rocking back and forth, hard, fast, deliberate and in moments Scott groaned as he emptied his huge load. As he pulled out, Randy wasted no time pulling the swing around and inserting his own cock into Jim’s stretched asshole. The two didn’t miss a beat.

Scott rolled the soiled condom off his cock, dropping it off in a waste can by the table. He picked up the wet hand towel from earlier and cleaned off his dick.

Walking over he took his drink from earlier and brought it to his lips.

The vodka tonic Greg had made tasted great as he quenched his thirst. He looked back to see Randy driving his cock hard into Jim’s now worn ass. “You should show our host some thanks,” Marc encouraged.

Scott didn’t need to be instructed further. He knelt down in front of Greg and let his hands rub up the older man’s trousers. Unlike the other men, Greg had on khakis — somewhat out of place with everyone else. Scott looked Greg in the eyes and when there was no resistance, he reached up and undid Greg’s belt, then unsnapping the trousers, pulled down the zipper.

Greg raised up from his seat and allowed Scott to pull down his pants and then his boxers exposing his swelling member. Greg kept his pubic hair clipped short but he wasn’t shaved like Marc and Scott.

Scott pulled the clothes free of Greg leaving him in his shirt as he bent down and kissed the semi erect cock, placing kisses on the head, the shaft, the balls before lifting the cock to his mouth, taking it in. Scott swirled his tongue around Greg’s penis as he dropped his head back on the chair in a soft gasp.

Scott had not even heard the women who had come down the steps. Vicki had a young attractive blonde with her as they sat on the leather couch on the opposite side of the room. Both wearing sarongs. Vicki adorning the red sarong from earlier and Leslie, a hot pink number. Both women were nothing short of beautiful.

The women sipped their wine, watching the men put on a show for them. Scott sucking off Vicki’s husband while Randy fucked Jim in the swing. Only Marc sat alone in a chair taking drinks from his almost empty glass of vodka.

Not to be outdone, he stood and began shedding his clothing as well. Once naked, he took up a place behind Scott. He had grabbed the lube Randy used earlier and coated his cock and then Scott’s posterior as he slipped his hard member between the young man’s cheeks.

“That’s so fucking hot,” the young blonde whispered to Vicki. “I’ve never seen guys fuck… that’s just too fucking cool,” she went on.

Vicki slipped her hand inside Leslie’s sarong, cupping her breast and tweaking the nipple which grew erect between her expert fingers. Vicki leaned in, “That turn you on baby? You like seeing those boys fucking each other? I’m going to do that to you when we get back upstairs. I’m gonna’ fuck that hot pussy of yours,” Vicki cooed as she kissed the girl’s face. Leslie turned her head to Vicki as their lips met. The older woman pushing her sweet wet tongue into the blonde’s eager mouth.

Vicki looked over to see Randy and Jim switching places. Jim now placing his hard cock between Randy’s cheeks as his partner slid into the swing. Randy’s feet swung wide apart in the stirrups as Jim grabbed the swing and pulled Randy’s body hard into his. Their wet bodies slapping together as Randy grunted. Back and forth they went as Marc also pounded Scott’s young ass.

Scott meanwhile busied himself on Greg’s gorgeous cock, now fully erect sliding up and down between Scott’s soft lips. “Suck my cock boy, show me what Marc’s taught you to do.”

Scott loved the taste of the man’s cock, the way it filled his mouth. “You having fun baby?,” Vicki purred at her husband.

“Fuckin’ A,” Greg shot back. Vicki let her hand slide down from Leslie’s breast, parting the sarong, and dipping down to the girl’s pussy. Leslie spread her legs so Vicki had better access. Leslie had never had sex with another woman before Vicki who took her for the first time earlier in the week. Now she knew, she’d always have a female lover in her life.

Vicki dipped her fingers into Leslie’s wet slit and drove one, then two fingers inside her wet pussy.

Jim groaned in wild abandon as he withdrew his cock from Randy’s ass shooting his lot load on the man’s stomach. As Randy leaned back in the swing collecting himself, Jim bent down and licked the cum off his hard abdomen and then locked his lips in a sloppy wet kiss with his lover. The two savoring the slick sperm swapping it back and forth.

“Oh fuck, nasty boys,” Vicki cooed in approval.

In the meantime, her husband launched his own load into Scott’s hungry mouth.

Scott took it in and swallowed it all as the hot cum ran down his throat. He gently pulled off Greg’s dick, kissing it lightly, as Marc pounded his ass. “Fuck me daddy… give me your load, I want it. I want it so bad!” Scott begged.

Marc pounded back and forth, harder and harder, until he too shot his wad deep into his protégé’s now used ass.

Daddy pulled out as Vicki got off the couch and brought out several damp cloths from a side bathroom allowing everyone to clean off.

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Breaking Up is Hard to Do

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Richard tensed, jerked, and came . . . tensed, jerked, and came again. David had released before him. He always did. With an “Umph” and a muttered, “Shit, that was good,” Richard rolled off David and onto his back in the king-sized bed that took up nearly every square inch of their postage-stamp-sized Chelsea apartment in Manhattan. David turned onto his side, away from Richard, so that Richard couldn’t see his tears.

If it’s so good, why are you leaving, David thought. That’s not what he said, though. He wasn’t going to beg. “Yes, it was good . . . for a last time,” he murmured.

“It doesn’t have to be a last time. Splitting up in an arrangement like this doesn’t have to stop all of the fringe benefits,” Richard remarked, with a snort. “Remember that we both came into this declaring it would be casual—no strings attached.”

Yes, that was the base problem, David thought. To him this had become a commitment—and Richard had eventually said it was as well, but, at the base, with Richard, it was just a convenient economic arrangement. A sure lay when a better opportunity wasn’t in the offing. That was why they’d reached this point. No, that wasn’t fair, David thought. To Richard it was mostly a convenient economic arrangement. It had been something to Richard too, or they wouldn’t have been together for nearly two years. What had started off, admittedly as casual, had become more than that. They both had said so at one time or another. It just hadn’t become enough of a commitment—to both of them at the same time. At least they hadn’t both honestly said and meant it at the same time.

He didn’t respond to Richard’s assertion that discounted so much of what had been shared and said since they’d first hooked up. They both lay there, both awake, both satiated with sex—but sex that couldn’t have come in worse circumstances. The breakup wasn’t coming out of the blue. David had seen the signs. But tonight was the first time Richard said it was over.

It probably should never had begun. They were polar opposites. Richard Stern was the robust, Nordic sports guy—two years younger than David, at twenty-six. He was a sports caster for ESPN, the Entertainment Sports Programing Network, that televised live commentary on sports events. He specialized in the minor and unusual sports—fencing, repelling, figure skating. He also did tennis and European football. He was boisterous, outgoing, glad-handing, bigger than life. David, dark, more slender and cautious, was the introspective, cerebral one. He was a writer on architectural history for the Architectural Record journal.

Richard was the closer at parties, usually ending up in bed, on the top. David generally left parties early, usually alone. They did this even as a couple, and that hadn’t seemed ever to bother either one of them. Richard would be moving on to the next party or a bar after the romp in bed; David would be going to back to the apartment to put classical music on and read a book or to write at the computer.

But they’d both eventually meet in bed even if it was after dawn when Richard dragged home, and they’d have satisfying sex. Richard, of course, was the top and David the bottom.

“There’s only one bedroom and one bed here,” David said into the darkness after a while when he was able to control the tears and knew that Richard was lying there, looking up at the ceiling, not any more prepared then he was just to leave here, even for tonight.

“True,” came back from Richard.

“So, who moves out?” They’d both celebrated the finding of this apartment. No matter how small it was, it was in a good building and within walking distance for both of them to their home offices. Neither one of them had a car. There was no place, really, to have one in the Chelsea district.

“We both will have to,” Richard answered. “Neither one of us can swing this alone.”

David saw the truth in that, at least as far as Richard would know, even though he didn’t want to accept it. He would have accepted it if Richard had said David would have to go and Richard would stay. It would have told David that Richard had someone else ready to move in. It would be whatever Richard wanted, though. Richard controlled. They both knew that. Even in saying they were breaking up, Richard controlled. David would never have said it even if he’d known it was coming. Richard had, David realized, known it was coming. He’d been quick to say they’d both have to leave. He’d already given this thought. He was the one who had a realistic handle on their combined finances.

Is that why he’d pledged a commitment he wasn’t going to carry out? David wondered. Was it because he’d already worked out that they could swing the apartment together but not apart? But, no, that wasn’t fair. He’d just tried it out and it hadn’t worked for him.

It had been working for David, though.

“Shit,” he suddenly exhaled.

“What?” Richard asked.

“The trip—our two weeks in Spain, followed up with Paris.”

“What istanbul travesti about it?”

“We can’t go now, but all those nonrefundable deposits. And the airfare and the seaside apartment in Galicia. We’ve already paid those in full. Those were nonrefundable too.” David was just miserable about what was involved in this breaking up business. Of course this was just him being him—thinking of logistics to avoid thinking about what really mattered—that, after two years together, they were breaking up.

“We’ll just have to go ahead with the trip, with Spain, at least,” Richard said. “We should at least give it a try. I have some business to do there anyway. We hadn’t agreed on what we’d do in any event. I had my ideas and you had yours.”

“I suppose we could rearrange to have separate rooms or separate beds, at least,” David said.

“Why should we do that, David? I swear you’re stuck on being a romantic. It’s just fucking. A form of exercise. It’s a renewable source. It doesn’t have to come with strings.”

There it was, David thought. The real reason they were breaking up. Their interests were radically different. They’d been dancing around what they’d do in northwestern Spain and Paris and hadn’t come up with much both wanted to do, other than swim in the sea, sleep, and fuck. That would have been enough for David, but he knew that wouldn’t be enough for Richard—not just in doing it with each other. And, besides, once in Galicia, there was so much of interest for David—the architecture and the pilgrimage trails, the ancient Camino de Santiago religious pilgrimage routes. That would be near the ocean-side apartment they’d rented in Puerto de Sanxenxo. But, sportsman or no, Richard hadn’t expressed an interest in hiking a religious pilgrimage route.

“I suppose,” David murmured.

“The apartment in Puerto de Sanxenxo has two bedrooms,” Richard, the practical one, said. “We can both base there, in separate bedrooms, and do our own thing, if that’s what you want. It’s just a hotel room in Paris, but you can do Paris alone.”

Doing Paris alone wasn’t anything like how David had envisioned doing Paris. “I suppose,” he whispered again.

“And, again, just because we’re breaking up—not being a couple anymore—doesn’t mean we can’t fuck. We’re good with that. We’re good at that. What we just did was great—and that was after we’d agreed to split up.”

David didn’t answer. He hadn’t agreed to split up, not really. It had been imposed on him. But of course he realized that it took two to commit. He was still a commitment sort of guy. He wasn’t good with continuing to have sex after breaking up. That was another thing where they were different. Sex wasn’t that casual with him. And being with Richard hadn’t been casual with him either. He’d lied about agreeing to the limitations Richard had put on the arrangement. Whenever Richard had taken another guy to bed, David had tolerated it, but he hadn’t liked it, and he only now had surrendered to not being able to change it.

“We’ll just need to add a rental car. I’ll be on the road a lot in Galicia.”

What David couldn’t understand, having decided that he should have realized the breakup was coming, was why now? Why was Richard bringing this up now? In another month they were going on their holiday. Why didn’t he wait until they’d gotten that in?

“Oh, I should let you know too that I’m moving out this week?” Richard said, his voice heavy with the onset of sleep.

“Moving out? What do you mean?” David asked, turning toward Richard in the bed.

“I’m moving in with Craig Lundsford.”

Craig Lundsford. The Olympic gymnast. Richard was just back from covering the U.S. gymnastics nationals. So, he had been half right, David thought. There is another man. It’s just a man with an apartment Richard likes better than he likes this one.

“Is that why you’re breaking up with me now, right before we go on vacation?” David asked.

Richard didn’t answer, because Richard was asleep now. But of course that was why. Richard was moving on. Richard was moving on without David.

* * * *

The plane flights out of JFK, through Europe, and to Santiago de Compostela in Galicia, northwest Spain, were exhilarating for David. He enjoyed being on the move, going on vacations. Richard complained all the way. He and the gymnast, Craig Lundsford, hadn’t hit it off well—not well at all. Richard didn’t actually ask to move back in with David, but the architecture writer had hopes that was coming. Everything Richard said he didn’t like about living with Craig was something David thought he didn’t do, and David thought, with hope, that Richard mentioned them to express appreciation for David and what the two of them had had together. He still pined for the big blond in his bed. Maybe if he just gave it a little time, David thought, Richard might be back. Would David take him back? Yes, of course, without question.

Richard had moved out. David had kept their apartment istanbul travestileri in Chelsea. He’d gotten a couple of raises at the magazine since the two first moved in together. David had told Richard about them, but it apparently hadn’t sunk in that it meant he was bringing more home. He hadn’t pressed the point, because Richard was fully capable of expanding his spending to erase anything coming in. David had to economize a bit to stay in the apartment, but he’d had his hopes that Richard would be back. Now there was a chance of that—or so David thought, as the blond sports commentator complained almost insistently while they flew across the Atlantic and down through Europe from London—that their Spain vacation would bring them back together.

At the Rosalia de Castro airport in Santiago de Compostela, as they picked up their luggage, David made a tentative suggestion. “Do we really need to rent two cars? That’s about the most expensive aspect of the trip. We’d originally thought we’d just do some of what you wanted to do and some of what I wanted to do but that we’d do it together.”

“I have plans already—in Lisbon, Madrid, and Barcelona. All sports stuff,” Richard said. “That was sort of the sticking point. We never did agree to go everywhere together. So, yeah, I think two cars is best.”

So, David got the Nissan Micra they had reserved and Richard picked out a sportier Nissan Juke, and they drove, in tandem, the sixty kilometers to the coastal harbor town of Puerto de Sanxenxo, where they’d rented a two-bedroom penthouse apartment with a large terrace overlooking the yacht basin. Richard loved the apartment, telling David, with a wink, that David should take the master bedroom with the queen-sized bed—”to encourage visitation,” he said, and Richard would take the bedroom with the two twin beds. Richard had always liked the roleplaying of attacking a defenseless and vulnerable David unawares in bed and ravishing him. David had enjoyed that game as well.

As soon as they settled, Richard wanted to go to the beach.

“Both of us?” David asked.

“Sure,” Richard answered, and off they went to the nearby Carabuzeira Beach, which was sparsely populated that late afternoon, mostly by other beefcake men cruising on the beach. Richard’s eyes roamed but David did what he could to maintain the blond’s attention. They cavorted in the surf and touched and kissed, and David was in heaven. They returned to the apartment as it was growing dark.

“We forgot to shop for food,” David said, looking into an empty refrigerator.

“And, worse than that, there’s no liquor,” Richard said.

They decided to hit a waterfront restaurant for dinner and order something they could take out from there for breakfast. A nearby bodega supplied wine and beer.

“I’ll make a grocery run tomorrow,” David said.

“You do that. You do that so well,” Richard answered. David preened at the compliment, sure that the two of them were returning to what David thought had worked so well in their relationship.

Everything was looking up as they prepared for bed. Richard was showering in the master bedroom bathroom rather than the second bath that went to the twin-bed room he’d selected. He came into the bathroom where David was grooming himself at the sink. Richard was naked and in erection. The shower was large, with a transparent glass door. Richard masturbated under the water, his eyes on David, also naked, at the sink. When he beckoned for David to join him in the shower, David eagerly complied, going on his knees under the cascading water and taking Richard’s long, thick erection in his mouth.

Life seemed to be returning to normal, as David had hoped it would.

Richard fucked David on the queen-sized bed in the master bedroom, with David on his back and Richard running a muscular arm under his smaller, but older, slim, dark-haired, slightly hirsute sex partner to lift and roll David’s pelvis up to him. David’s torso streamed out toward the top of the bed and he raised his arms over his head, grasping the top of the headboard, and, heels dug into the mattress, and, eventually, moved in consort with Richard’s thrusts up into the quick of him and held, trembling and mouth open in a silent yawn, as Richard filled the bulb of the condom deep inside David’s channel.

They had roleplayed as in times before, with Richard surprising David in bed, and David pretending to resist, being overpowered by the stronger man, trapped under him in capturing embrace, thrashing about as such clothing as there was was dispensed with, writhing and crying out at the forceable penetration, and slowly giving in until they were working together in the rhythm of the fuck. Despite the roleplay, Richard was not a rough or cruel lover. They were well matched.

David was in nirvana. He hadn’t been fucked since Richard had moved out of the apartment. He had lived in the hope that Richard would return. That hope was alive now.

Later Richard travesti istanbul lay on his back on the bed and held David’s slim waist between his beefy hands as David rode him in a cowboy position. Then, both of them exhausted from the flights, the swim in the ocean, and the sex, they slept, entwined, in the same bed.

In the morning, David woke up on the bed—alone. Richard was gone. He’d eaten half of what they’d bought for breakfast. The coffee was cold. His suitcases were gone. The note he left said he was off to see a matador in Lisbon, at the Campo Pequeno bullfighting arena.

He said nothing about the lovemaking the previous night. Of course, it was only David who had called it lovemaking. Richard had always referred to it as sexual exercise—fucking, for short.

* * * *

Emilio Garca had gotten them seats on the boards at the Campo Pequeno bullring in Lisbon, delighted that he had managed to lure Richard to Lisbon to, he hoped, do a special sports clip on the matador, Roque Avila, who Garca managed. They had been in loose “if you’re ever in Lisbon” discussions of this ever since they’d met in New York at an ESPN reception, had moved on from the reception to a gay bar in Chelsea, and, ultimately, to a gay bathhouse. They didn’t ball each other—they were both tops—but Roque Avila was a submissive and Garca had seen his chance to get the matador some special sports coverage.

“Isn’t he magnificent?” Garca asked, pointing out Avila, who was now in the ring, dancing with a bull. The Portuguese bullfighter was just a year younger than Richard, at twenty-three. He was a handsome, sleek young man, slender and willowy, and he did, in fact, dance with the bull. He was small, not more than five-foot-six, but he commanded the arena and the bull. He was gorgeous and sexy in his tight matador costume and he knew he was.

He performed like a ballet dancer and was costumed like one. He knew that his manager had gotten a man from ESPN to come—and to interview and film Avila, if the matador was accommodating to the man. From what Avila could see of Richard, sitting with Garca, he was quite acceptable—nearly worthy of worshipping Avila’s body, as was the young man’s due.

Avila danced for Richard—obviously playing directly for Richard in the stands. The matador was toying with the bull, basking in the worship and delight of the crowd in the arena. The bull died well. Avila performed better. At the end, he came to the boards where Richard and Garca were sitting, and he pulled his hat off and gave a deep bow. The crowd went crazy in love with him.

The crowd couldn’t be any more in love with him than he was with himself.

Richard had known that sex would be on offer if he did the interview. He thought it would be kicky to do a genuine matador. Avila came into the stands, and they did the interview there, filmed by two cameramen Garca hired for the occasion. The interview went well, although Avila was as skittish as a thoroughbred racehorse and twice as arrogant. He also had a high voice and now, outside of the bullring, his mannerisms were definitely seen as feminine. He normally wasn’t anyone Richard would go after, but this had been set up for him and he was trapped into taking what was on offer. Richard did what he could to tone the young matador down and encourage him to do little talking, letting Garca carry most of the interview talk, because Avila’s high-pitched voice didn’t go with the macho image of a matador.

“I wish to do another kind of film, with you and Roque,” Garca said at the end of the ESPN special report filming, “like we did together in the New York bathhouse for presents for some of your friends. Roque has special fans here in Portugal who he does special films for. You are quite the handsome and capable man. I know you want to lay him. You could wear a mask if you have a problem making such a film. I did it for you in New York. I thought maybe you’d do it for us here. I have kept the cameramen. They do this sort of work for me.”

“Where would we do this?” Richard asked, eying the simpering matador, who was vamping for him. This obviously was fine with Avila. He quite evidently made films like this for his special fans. Richard had certainly wanted to lay the matador in theory, but, now that he’d met him, he wasn’t so sure. But he was trapped into the arrangement. He didn’t want to alienate Garca.

“I have a flat on the Avenida Óscar Monteiro Torres leading off from the Campo Pequeno toward the sea,” Garca said. “It’s quite elegant. Avila wants to be fucked on shiny silk sheets.”

Avila got fucked on a queen-sized bed in a well-appointed bedroom on shiny silk sheets. His small body was beautiful in a willowy, effeminate way, and he wanted to be worshipped and fucked like he was a delicate-flower woman. There were mirrors on the side walls and behind the headboard, and he wanted to hold the most sensual, sexy poses for those while Richard, hunky, muscular, big-cocked, and blond fucked him. Avila, insisting that Richard be as worshipful with his body as he was himself, got more enjoyment out of the fuck than Richard did. For Richard, it had a one-time-only novelty pleasure to it, but it was like trying to dick a porcelain doll—a female one—without breaking it.

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