Not another night of going to bed knowing I could never get to sleep with my hard throbbing cock keeping me awake. I just couldn’t take it; not again. Next to me she lay there, I could feel myself boiling over in frustration, as she was completely oblivious to my desires.

Years of dissatisfaction and sexual incompatibility, she was driving me crazy with unfulfilled desire. What had ever possessed me to decide to be with her? I knew she was a ‘good girl’ when we had started along life’s path together. And finally my aggravation towards her was now extremely unhealthy for me, and certainly for her too.

I needed release from my sexual hindrances. No more feminine blockages. No more being pussy drip fed. I needed to do something that would take away the lustfulness of my burning sexual desires in a permanent solution. My sexual irritation, that had kept me awake half the nights of my adult life, must surely be solved if I could find a man who matched my unrestrained state of lust.

I had asked myself so many times recently, “what was the point of being married or pretending to be only interested in women if you never have enough sex to feel fulfilled?” How could I have ended up with a wife who simply wanted to be with me, to worship me, and who seemed content to share my bed like friends? How was that possible?

Even as a young child I wasn’t asexual — which is fairly normal anyway. What had possessed me to actually turn my wife into a nuisance to me being satisfied? I had ended up with someone whose very existence stopped me from achieving my true sexual potential as an animal and person. It was wrong of me to be disappointed in her when I contributed to foster the dissatisfaction of our lack of lust, and what was wrong with her to actively participate in an act which was complacently destructive of us?

Like so many before me, I was a middle aged man lost in his discontented desires and seeing myself as a lost soul in life’s guide book of restless lustful indulgence. I was too normal or could others see something wrong within me? Defeated by my sex’s ineptitude and the random trickiness of females — I just never could enjoy the ‘kiss me but don’t touch me there’. My maleness delighted in the maze of my truth. To gratify my true sexual self I knew I needed to get my organic sexual organ buried deep inside some hot flesh and pleasure why senses.

Yes, oh yes, the years of frustration weld up inside me. The anger burnt like a wildfire inside me blinding me to the side of my sexuality that I had so often tried to embellish. Women what was the point of chasing them anymore as they only delivered me frustrating dissatisfaction? It was distorted but it felt like they only wanted to play with your mind and leave my lustful physical needs groping in darkness — my cock hot and bothered as it withered in discontented distractions of nothingness. What I had so lately come to realize was I really needed something that I had long hidden from myself, and it was an answer that I had long tried to resist. My own desires would no longer be the victim of an unauthorized incarceration instead I would indulgent myself in a gorgeous succulent man who equally shared my passionate joy and sexual yearning!

How could I deny myself? For some time I had been pretending it wasn’t me but now I knew it was exactly what I needed and wanted.

I thought about the phone number I had written down and that was now in my pants pocket. I slowly eased myself out of our bed and crept downstairs to find that phone number. I knew she would never miss me! I had taken to sleeping in the bed in our spare room so often these days that she would just assume I was off to my hide-away bed again.

I quickly found the piece of paper with the phone number on it. Then I grabbed my phone and bahçelievler escort I prepared a text message from the number I had written down yesterday when I was in the Footscray public toilet [at night]. It was a gamble but I was a desperate man. It was so whimsical to send a text message to the man that I had never met before; I was half expecting that I would be left to drink hot chocolate and watching repeats of the world cup soccer matches on SBS that night [rather than getting a response].

Disappointment was not my dance partner this night. Unbelievably, yes, almost immediately I had a response to my message. And he was telling me to meet him in half an hour just outside the Spotswood Railway Station. That wasn’t too far away! My yearning for him grew stronger as I knew I’d be seeing him very soon. I was consumed with desire. Try as I might I was only a playful toy who couldn’t resist the temptation of rubbing my throbbing cock through my pants, just thinking about what I wanted to do to him.

I went to the cupboard in the spare bedroom. These days most of my clothes were in this room — well I did use it almost every night these days. Sleep was no longer a friend and I couldn’t find sleep unless I played with myself. Thankfully tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights where I wouldn’t need to give myself ‘self satisfaction’ because I would be gifted with the live version of my fantasies.

With nothing to foil my plan, I dressed myself in jeans and T shirt. As luck would have it, my bathroom had a door to the outside – it was close to the pool. As I headed out the door I grabbed my keys for the car that were on the kitchen bench. Quietly I let myself out the side gate, and walked out to the front of the house where my car was parked across the road. I opened the car and started the engine. It felt like the blockages to my real life were falling away as I drove away from my prison of unfulfilled desires.

It didn’t take me a long time to get to our meeting point. From my intimate knowledge of the area I knew exactly where he would be. I parked next to the station and looked around. And, there he was just looking as I’d expected.

He looked so youthful, probably not much more than 25, but so beautifully slender and full succulent lips. Even just thinking about him was making my cock engorge further and throb.

I pulled up next to him, lowered the window on my driver side, and asked him “are you Trev?”

He smiled at me; that smile had me swooning, and said “yes, but only if you have a big fat cock to fuck my butt with.”

I laughed and told him, “don’t be silly, of course I have, so get in. And if you don’t believe me why don’t you come over here and have a close look for yourself.”

I knew he could check to see whether my big fat throbbing cock would pass his inspection once he was inside my car. He walked around to the front passenger side of my car and opened the door. Watching him gracefully slide into my car was a lovely sight. Once he had himself on the front passenger seat he looked up at me and into my eyes.

“You’re gorgeous,” I blurted out in an undignified manner.

He look at me and said, “what do you want to do? Help yourself to anything you see that you’d like to have fun with.”

I couldn’t restrain myself for my passion for him was burning like a raging inferno. I leant across into his arms and kissed him hard on his silky soft lips. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me, and as I did I felt my lust for his body engulf me completely.

He was so gorgeous, with his flowing wavy hair personifying his youthful handsome features. Looking at him and his soft delicate flesh inspired me to caress his face and press my lips against bağcılar escort his.

My wife constant sarcastic rebuttals to my night time pleas for intimacy was unnoticeably receding into the back of my mind, and I knew that Kev’s body would ensure it would not be long now before it would be completely forgotten as I sailed along in the beauty of his delightful body.

Again I felt my flood of passionate desire overtake my mind and body, and it was driving me to ignore my own inexperience with other men and to fulfill my lustful needs with Kev. I had to have him naked and consume his flesh soon!

I drove around to the Spotswood Football Ground car park. It would be dark and empty at this time of night; or should I say early morning. As I pulled my car up as close as possible to the entrance to the golf course I knew I was about to fulfill one of my darkest long cherished desires.

Maybe if I could start by quickly satisfy my raging lust for his body, then later on we could take ourselves to my retreat to partake of some more sensual intimate time. But right now all I wanted was to suck his hard throbbing cock. I leant over and kissed his delicious lips again and then I reached out with my right hand to feel how hard he was for me.

Yes, his hard cock was throbbing as I rubbed it through the front of his pants. I could smell his lust for me as I heard him moan in anticipation, knowing that my mouth would soon be engulfing his hard succulent cock. Success at last, as my sensational dreams were about to come true with this strikingly good-looking man!

I got hold of his pants and opened all the fastening pieces including the zipper of his pant, and then I asked him to lift his bum off the seat so I could removed his pants and underwear. Once that was done, I was tense with the expectation of what I was about to do to him.

My nostrils filled with the aroma of his lustful expectations of my desire for him. As I moved my head toward his enticing throbbing cock I could smell his youthful manly panting lust for our forthcoming ecstasy.

In anticipation of my success, I had also undone and removed my own pants and underwear so I could play with myself as I sucked his beautiful throbbing cock. I wrapped my hand around my own hard throbbing cock as his cock entered my mouth. His cock was so silky and smooth as I guided it into my mouth. He had a long thin cock that was delightfully juicy to suck on and lick like it was a huge all day sucker.

“It’s a gorgeous cock and it’s so delightfully tasty,” I teased him.

As I closed my mouth around his cock, I used my tongue to run it along the tasty outside flesh of his hard throbbing cock. As I guided my tongue along his cock he made moaning noises.

“Ohhh, yes, you wonderful cock sucker, it’s fantastic. Mmmmm, please, yes please I need more,” he gasped and smiled at me.

Abundant as my lust was for him, I made an effort to find the most sensitive spots on his cock so that I could concentrate my efforts on giving him as much pleasure as he could endure. Finally I licked all over his cock and thereby reached the top of his silky inviting cock. I guided my tongue around the top of his hard pulsating cock and generously licked in a circular motion across the top of his cock.

Finally I used my teeth to gently tease the underside of the crown of his lovely fresh and succulent cock. It was such a delight to be enjoying time with someone who wanted me as much as I wanted them.

As I was sucking him, I was slowly playing with my own throbbing hard cock. And while my cock was so much larger than his, just at present he had no idea how much pleasure lay ahead for us. While I was enjoying our play time together, I hoped we could lie ümraniye escort in each others’ arms in a more comfortable place soon.

Just now I wanted to slowly ease my huge fucking cock into his soft and enticing arse. To make him scream with ecstasy as I made him cum by roughly fucking his wonderful and succulent butt. And as I thought about this I could feel myself growing larger as I played with myself. Unfortunately our current circumstances did allow that pleasure.

His cock was throbbing uncontrollably now as my lips locked his cock into my taunt mouth. He reached out and pushed my head hard against his cock so that he could ensure I wouldn’t take my moth away when he shot his full load of cum into my mouth. He needn’t have worried, I wasn’t going to do that, I wanted my first time with him to be unrestrained and wild. Yes that would be so totally and completely in contrast to what I might expect inside the home of marital irritation.

I redoubled my efforts as I was working my mouth up and down his juicy lovely cock that was all mine. My tongue was working as hard as possible to roughly flick across the top of his wonderful cock. I ran my teeth gently up the full length of his cock. And then I wrapped my lips around the top of his cock and used my tongue to whip the top of his cock with my tongue. I could taste his gorgeous succulent pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock and swimming inviting into my welcoming mouth.

Delightfully I felt his who body tense, and I knew I was about to get proof that he was right into my technique of cock sucking. Yes here it was, my proof!

“Yes, yes, yes, yessss, Mmmmmmm, do it more. More and more. Please, lick me. Suck me dry,” he begged me.

He was shooting load after load of his cum into my mouth. I swallowed it all, and as I did I used my hand to roughly play with the top of my own cock at the same time. The erotic tension of having his cock to play with in my mouth and him shooting cum, while I tortured my own cock without any thought of gentleness meant I was rewarded with enough stimulation to send me towards my own orgasm.

I could feel my seed bursting out of my cock, flying across the seat of my car. The release, oh how I welcome the shattering release of my fabulous climax.

Gratefully I cleaned him up with my tongue. That was just superb! But I needed so much more from my beautiful young man.

After he had recovered from his orgasm I asked him, “that’s was fabulous what about I take you to a hideaway of mine that is almost close by. I need to have some more fun with you!”

“Sure! Sounds great to me,” he smiled.

We headed off to my favourite place in Carlton; where I could hide away from the world who wished to keep me as its ‘middle class married dad’. In the back of my mind I felt a substantial shift in my view of how my world was situated. I knew I’m never wanted to go home to my boring frigid wife after this night of delightfully satisfying lust.

This was the one experience that I had dreamt of for so long. It was painful that it had come into my reality, but my world had changed forever, and I knew I was no longer an ugly duck but rather a beautiful swan.

I now had someone I could truly love and who would share my lustful desires for fulfilling my unrestrained sexual fantasies. I leant over and kissed him. I couldn’t really stop myself I was just kissing him uncontrollably as I felt a tear trickle down my cheek.

Why had I taken so long to find what I needed so much? There wasn’t really any hurry was there? So I just sat there with him, in the car, kissing him and caressing his enticing body. I knew deep inside myself that soon we would be lying in each others’ arms in a warm and cozy bed to keep us safely together away from the cruel world that often seemed to hate us for simply who were are.

I looked forward to our first full night together; as most of that night lay ahead for us. As we would be joined together as we continued our lustful embraces and physical manifestation of our inward desires for each other. He really was just the most beautiful and desirable man for me; a dream come true for me!

This is nothing but a fantasy and it’s not meant to be a great work of prose. If you think that this subject may not interest you, please don’t be surprised and then leave negative feedback. Now, on to the fantasy…

Living alone has its drawbacks, but it also has its benefits. One benefit is that I don’t have to answer to anyone, I can buy what I want to buy, eat what I want to eat, and I can run around the house naked if I want to. And, I do all of those things.

The last one, running around the house naked, has recently gotten me into a sticky situation (literally) with a small group of recent high school grads in my neighborhood. I’m a substitute teacher and as such I usually have summers off, but I try to pick up teaching work here and there to make ends meet. This past summer I read an ad for a “part-time substitute teacher wanted” for the summer to help a group of recent high school graduates get into a local tech college. Apparently, these young men weren’t the best students in high school and none of them have been accepted into the tech school yet. They needed to work on a few things. Little did I know that I would be one of those things that they would be working on.

I’m 41 years old but am in the best shape of my life. Another benefit of living alone is that I can work out at home whenever I want to, and I usually do it in the nude. My sexual appetite is somewhat insatiable and I’ve been with both women and men, often at the same time. I have a thing for asses. I love to spank them and to have mine spanked. I love to fuck then and to have mine fucked. And I love to fill them with cum and piss and I love to have mine filled with cum and piss. I also have a fantasy about being taken against my will and being used as a nasty sex slave.

I knew most of the young men who I would be working with from being in this neighborhood for several years and also from substitute teaching at the high school. Tony was the last one to turn 18, just a few weeks ago. I was at the neighborhood birthday party. That’s when something happened that sort of made me think that these kids were looking at me as more than a teacher. Tony mentioned that he also likes to work out in the nude and then he caught himself and he immediately changed the subject. I have already been raped by Tony, at his birthday party. I was in the bathroom taking a piss and Tony just came up behind me and pulled my stretch shorts to one side and started sliding his hard little cock deep into my ass as I was pissing! I couldn’t stop, but I turned around to see who it was and I was surprised, and so turned on to have this young kid fucking me like there was no tomorrow, slamming against my sweaty butt cheeks! To have this young guy who had just turned 18 be turned on by me enough to just start raping my asshole, that was a turn on. He didn’t last long but it was great and he deposited a nice load of his young teen cum in my asshole. We fucked twice that day, both times in the bathroom. The second time he was lying on my back on the fuzzy bathroom rug and slamming into my asshole as I was lying flat on the floor. It felt great, like I was being raped, which I actually was. He was forcing his cock into me violently and holding me down against my will, or so I pretended, as he raped my asshole over and over again and filled it with cum yet again. But, this time he held it in and also pissed in my ass! It was such a great, dirty feeling to be filled with his young hot piss after being raped by his young hot cock, and to know that I turned this young stud on so much that he wanted to fuck me twice in the same afternoon. I didn’t tell anyone about those two fuck sessions, but I have a feeling that Tony did.

He also raped me in my weight room as I worked out in the nude a couple of weeks after he first had his way with me at his 18th birthday party. I was on my stomach on the weight bench and all of a sudden Tony was right there and he started fucking the shit out of my sweaty ass! I didn’t even hear him come in but now he was straddling me as I was draped over that weight bench and he raped my asshole like an animal, hard and fast. He just rammed his little cock in my ass and started bouncing off of my cheeks, slamming into me as hard as he could, punishing me and raping me. How did he get into my house? I had a feeling that he would surprise me by forcibly slam-fucking into my asshole many times in my weight room now that he had a taste of that.

Back at my house, there were only four guys who came over for tech-school preparation classes. They were all just barely over the age of 18. They were all short, maybe just over 5-feet tall at the most. üsküdar escort Tony, Jeff, Zack, and William, or Bill, would be my classmates for the summer. What a summer it would turn out to be.

I have a room in my house that I use for tutoring so made arrangements to have them meet at my house on the first Monday of June. There’s no sense in putting this off, they needed help in order to get into the tech college in the fall. Being summer, they all showed up in shorts and t-shirts, except for Bill who had a white tank top on. They were all in pretty good shape but Bill had a bit of a gut hanging over his cargo shorts waist. Of course, that’s the day that my AC decided that it had enough and it quit working so it was getting warm in the house. It was almost 80 degrees when they got there in the morning and it really heated up later, if you know what I mean.

Each of them grabbed a chair and sat down. They were looking at me in a funny way, had Tony mentioned that he had seen me buck naked working out? Had he told them that he raped me in his mom’s bathroom, not once but twice just a few days ago?! Had they all been spying on me, watching me through the window as I worked out in the nude, thinking of raping me like Tony did? Lying on my stomach on the weight bench with my full ass cheeks sticking up every time I lifted a weight, clenching my cheeks, puckering my ass, and grinding my cock onto the padded bench. Then, when I turned over I would always have a hard on from lying there almost humping that hot, slippery, padded weight bench. My cock would be waving around in the air as I was on my back lifting in that position. I can only imagine what four young, inexperienced 18-year old guys would have on their minds, even if they didn’t have thoughts of fucking another guy. I knew for sure that Tony liked to fuck my ass! Now I was starting to have thoughts about them. I mean, they’re all of legal age, they were all in my house, they were all waiting to be taught. I was secretly hoping that things would get out of control like they did in Tony’s mom’s bathroom. Little did I know that I would be the one taking lessons from these horny studs.

We were only about an hour into the study session when Zack asked why it was so hot in the house and he asked if he could either turn the AC on or take his shirt off. I explained that my AC had quit working so there was no other choice. They all took their shirts off, all except for Bill. They were all in great shape and they were all sweating, in fact we were all sweating. It wasn’t too much longer before I took my shirt off, too. We kept studying until noon when I suggested a lunch break. They had all brought lunches with them so we sat around the talked while we all ate. We got pretty comfortable with each other by that time and we didn’t seem to think anything about a guy in his 40s sitting around with four 18-year old guys, most of us with our shirts off and sweating, sitting around in my house. Looking back on it, it is pretty weird.

When we were done eating, “class” resumed and as I was writing an equation on the white board in my home classroom, I felt hands around my waist. It was Zach. I asked what he was doing and he said that he couldn’t help himself. I didn’t know that someone my age would be such a turn-on for these young guys, but they were all horny as hell, especially after several hours of being in my house with all of us sweating. Zach started rubbing my back, which of course felt great, but I wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea or not. I asked him to please sit back down and pay attention. He sat down but as he turned to go back to his seat, I looked down and could see that he had a hard on! We all had sports shorts on, the stretchy ones with the elastic waistband and his shorts were poking out in front. I thought wow, I’m turning on these young guys, it was a great feeling to know that my hard work of keeping in shape was paying off.

It turns out that Zach wasn’t the only one of them to be turned on. I kept writing and when I turned around they were all rubbing their crotches. I tried to stay focused but when I turned around again, Zach came up behind me again and I could feel his hard-on poking into the back of my shorts, in-between my ass cheeks! I can’t lie, it felt great and I started to plump up. He hugged me from behind and I knew that things were going to go south real quickly. All of a sudden there were two sets of hands on me, then three, then four! They were all rubbing me and rubbing into me, pressing their cocks into me through their shorts.

My cock was pressing against the loose gaziemir escort shorts that I had on and then it happened, someone pulled my shorts down! SPRING, out came my cock, popping out of my shorts, which were now around my ankles and I was standing there with my back to them totally naked. Then the real class session started. The four of them must have really been horny. I was about to find out that they were.

I was being rubbed and squeezed and poked and prodded and then one of them slapped my ass. SPANK! “Ha!”

They laughed at how my ass cheeks bounced when they slapped them. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SPANK SPANK! My ass cheeks were being pummeled with slaps and I was being held down, basically pushed into the white board while they spanked my sweaty, slippery butt cheeks. I could feel fingers poking at my tight little hole and they were laughing as if they’ve never seen anything like it before. Had they? Was I the first naked guy that the three others had ever seen? I know that Tony had seen me naked in the recent past.

I felt some hand lotion being rubbed on me and squirted in my asshole and then I felt one of the white board markers being pushed against my asshole! “Hey! What are you doing?”

They didn’t answer, just more chuckling and pushing until it was in almost all the way with just enough of it sticking out for one of their little hands to hold onto it. Luckily they had the cap on so they weren’t painting my asshole with white board markers, that would be hard to explain to my next sex partner.

As they were poking that marker in my ass and spanking me, I felt something soft on my asshole and it was a hot dog that one of them brought for lunch! He was fucking his uneaten hot dog into my asshole, and it felt great. I was so horny by that time that they could have done anything to me and I would have been turned on.

I could feel little cock heads being rubbed on me from behind, pushing in-between my pressed-together, sweaty, slippery, lotion-oozing asshole and butt cheeks. I was pretty creamy and slippery back there, to say the least. They were surely all rock hard by this time and it wasn’t long before one of them was pounding his little dick up my asshole like it was the first and last thing that he ever fucked. He just literally RAMMED his hard little dick all the way into my slippery, lotion-oozing asshole and was pounding against my butt cheeks, almost like he was punishing me and really wanted to let me have it. I was basically going to be raped by four 18 year old young men in my own house!

I egged him on, “Oh yeah, give that cock to me! Pound my ass you little ass-raper. Fuck me as hard as you can, harder, HARDER! Bottom out in my ass you little shit. Slam into me, fuck the shit out of me, literally. I want to feel you slamming against my sweaty, slippery ass cheeks and feel that cock of yours sliding way up my shit chute. Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! Harder! Fill my ass with your hot young cum you little ass-fucker. Rape me and breed my ass with your hot, dirty little sperm you little punk! I want to feel your hot, sticky, slippery cum shooting up deep into my ass! Rape me!”

It didn’t take too long before he slammed against my sweaty back and ass cheeks and shot his first little load of hot cum in my ass. I bet that it was the first one that he ever shot in anyone’s asshole. Was I the first guy that he had ever fucked in the ass? He was really slamming into me, good thing his cock wasn’t that long or that big, he really would have bottomed out. Talking dirty really turns me on and it must have really turned him on since he really started fucking into me hard at the end! Which one was it? It didn’t feel like Tony’s cock and he was much rougher on my poor little asshole when he raped me in his mom’s bathroom and in my weight room a couple of days ago. He really liked to spank me and slam into my asshole.

Then came the next cock and it was a little bigger and longer. I could feel fabric and I knew that it was Bill who was now pummeling my poor little asshole. Pulling all the way out and then SLAMMING all the way back in again. He slammed into my tight little pink hole like he was punishing me, and punishing my poor little raped and abused asshole. He gave me a bear hug from behind as he kept fucking into my asshole. He was really going at it. My feet were off of the ground, just how strong was this kid? He kept fucking but he carried me over to my vinyl couch and sort of draped me over one of the padded arms. My cock was poking behind me and my ass was in the perfect position for a thorough reaming and that’s sancaktepe escort just what I got. Bill was amazing, he just kept going and going and going.

Even my nasty remarks didn’t get him to cum. “You call that fucking? I’ve been raped better by the school janitor. Drive that cock into me if you think you can. Pound that dick into my little hole, stretch it out, pull it all the way out and then SLAM it back in again! Pull my slippery ass cheeks apart as hard and far as you can and then Rape my dirty asshole, fuck the shit out of it! Is there shit on your cock? There must be, you’re fucking so hard and so deep up my ass, you ass-raper! Rape my asshole, spank me as you rape my ass! Spank me! Spank me! Fuck me! Drill my asshole, fuck the shit out of it, do it harder! Pound into my ass as hard as you can, spank my ass as you make my poor little raped asshole loose by fucking the shit out of it”

Bill just kept fucking and fucking. He was definitely getting an A++ for this lesson: how to fuck the shit out of your teacher’s ass! He also got an A++ for filling it with hot cum. He sped up and slammed his cock up my abused and raped little asshole and started spewing a huge load of hot sperm deep up there. I could feel it shooting in me like a cum enema. I’ve squirted lotions and water and other things up my asshole, but this was amazing. For such a young guy he really knew how to fuck and fill a guy’s ass, I’m just glad that my ass was the one that he was fucking and filling with cum.

When he stopped filling me with his dirty cum, he pulled out and immediately shoved a butt plug in my hole!

“YOW!! Hey, what’s that for?”

“I don’t want any of my cum to leak out of your ass until I can fill it again, you naughty teacher. We’re just getting started raping and abusing your asshole. We’re going to fuck it over and over and over again and fill it to overflowing with cum and piss. You won’t be able to shit for a week we’re going to fuck your ass so hard and deep.”

“I deserve it. Please rape me anytime you want to. If you see me in the hallway on a weekend when nobody is around, pull me into the janitor’s closet, pull my pants down, and you and the janitor both rape me right then and there without any warning. Just shove your hard cocks into me without any warning. I always squirt lube in my hole so it’s always ready to be raped and abused by dirty stranger’s cocks. The dirty old janitor has raped and abused my poor little asshole more than once, grabbing me and pulling me into the janitor’s closet, tying me up bent over, spanking me, and then raping my asshole and filling it with piss and cum and making me eat his dirty hot cum and suck my own ass juice off of his cum-covered cock after it’s been in my ass. He jerks me off and puts my own hot cum into my mouth. He has had his crusty old hairy, dirty, nasty, stinky friends rape me, too. They have given me enemas in his mop sink several times, filling my ass from the mop hose and then plugging my ass and spanking me until I can’t take anymore and then they pull out the buttplug and RAM their cocks up into my ass, hitting bottom, as I’m trying to shoot out all of the water that’s in there. Then they do that over and over again until I’m totally clean. Then they just keep fucking and fucking me and filling me with their dirty hot piss and cum. Every weekend that I’m at the school I get raped by someone, usually by several strangers at the same time. I just get pulled into a dark room, my pants are pulled off, and then I’m spanked, raped, and cummed into and pissed into several times by strangers and left there in a pool of hot cum and piss. My poor little raped asshole is oozing cum and piss and is throbbing and pink and hot and puffy from being raped and abused and slapped and spanked and fingered and poked and prodded and fucked so hard and my butt cheeks are hot and red from being spanked.”

Over the next couple of hours those 18 year old young men had raped and abused my poor little tight asshole and had done some nasty things to it and put some nasty things in it. They’ve tried to fist my asshole, stretching it out, putting their fingers into a cone-shape and just laughing and punching into my asshole, trying to get their whole hand into it, but it’s too tight. They’ve all pissed in my asshole, two of them fucked it at the same time. They slammed a dildo into it and sprayed two full liter bottles of fizzy water up my ass and then fucked into my poor little hole as the water was shooting out. They left me tied up in the alley behind my house and a couple of dirty homeless guys raped my ass and used it for a urinal as I was tied over a garbage can and naked as they video taped it with their phones to use as blackmail if I ever quit letting them rape me. It was great being used as a dirty sex toy by strangers like that. Now I wonder what our next dirty study session will be like with these four horny lads, I’d better get my asshole in shape, I have a feeling that it’ll take some harsh abuse this summer…

There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in this story. In all cases it was between the main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationships and were tested. If you aren’t in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.

Darrin shaded his eyes with his hand, wondering who was creating the boiling dust cloud he could see coming down the road. As it slowed to turn into the ranch, he could see the familiar insignia of the county sheriff.

“Hey Mitch, Jim is coming.”

Mitch leaned the pitchfork against the stall he was cleaning and walked out into the sun, enjoying the warmth of the Indian summer day. He pulled off the worn leather gloves and shoved them into his back pocket. “Wonder why he’s coming for a visit…”

Neither of them could be sure whether this was a pleasant visit, or one that would send their again peaceful world into upheaval. The sheriff had brought both Josh and Trent to the ranch, but now the two were married, well as married as two men could be in Oklahoma. He and Mitch had been enjoying the drama free weeks since the pair had returned from Alaska. They walked over as the car rolled to a stop.

“Hey Jim. Nice day to be out.”

Jim White Cloud pulled off his grey cowboy hat and ran his fingers through his iron and steel colored hair. He slid the hat on and cocked it to the back and smiled at the pair.

“Don’t worry. I’m not here on official business. Well, not official county business anyway.”

Mitch lifted his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“You know how gossip spreads around here. Nanna heard about the boys Haida wedding. It didn’t set to well for some northwestern tribes to be stealing ‘her’ Two-Spirits.”

Mitch started chuckling. “Well have her ream those two then. Darrin would probably help.” The scowl Darrin shot his direction only increased the volume of his laughter.

Jim grinned at Mitch and slowed his laughter. “Oh, she’s going to talk to them too. But since you two are members of the tribe, she wanted you to have a traditional wedding.”

Mitch glanced at Darrin and lifted his eyebrows, looking back to the sheriff. “Traditional wedding?”

“Yes, we are a sovereign nation. I’m not exactly sure what that means to the state government, but it means quite a bit to us.” He paused and grinned at the pair. “Don’t worry. You’ll have a good time.”

Mitch nodded weakly, conflicting emotions swirling inside him. Sheriff White Cloud walked back to his car, chuckling as he went. Once he was inside, he rolled down the window, and with a huge grin across his face asked, “By the way, how do you boys like breechcloths and leggings?”

Mitch snapped his head toward Darrin and the two locked panicked eyes while the sheriff drove off roaring with laughter.

Josh slowly walked to the porch of the low-slung white house. The grass giving a typical late summer crunch of dormancy under each footstep as they walked closer to the figures sitting quietly on the porch. As they entered the shade, Josh was relieved to have entered the tiny oasis typical of every country home on the Great Plains. He looked back to see Trent lagging behind, looking like a truant school boy being taken to the principals office. Josh understood the feeling, he hadn’t been able to shake the fear that they were in trouble since Sheriff White Cloud had told them his grandmother wanted to talk with them.

Trent had been fine, until Josh had explained she was a Kiowa elder, and kind of spooky perceptive about stuff. But even if they weren’t both a little afraid of her, which they were, they would have still came to see her just because the sheriff had asked. Josh looked back and motioned Trent forward.

“Come on,” Josh said under his breath, “They’re waiting.”

Trent nodded in acknowledgement, but if anything slowed his pace. After a few more steps, Josh circled back, grabbed his arm and pulled him to the porch.

“Hello, youngsters. Come. Sit.” Josh lifted his head to see the smiling face of Nanna White Cloud. He admired and respected this woman, and she was always so kind and supportive. It was impossible to not enjoy talking with her. It was like visiting the repository of ancient knowledge about how a people could live in this god-forsaken region of the country without drying up and blowing away. In fact, the tribe seemed to be grounded in the bedrock of the region and could face almost anything and survive. They had been some of the first people to show up after the tornado hit the ranch headquarters. The couple stepped onto the porch and was greeted by the dull thud of a boot on hollow wood as the three people on the porch rearranged the chairs and pulled two more over for the guys.

“Hello, Mrs. White Cloud. Looks like it’s gonna be a hot one.” Josh tipped his cap onto the back of his head and smiled as he looked at the other people.

“Hello, Joshua. I believe you’re right. Going to be pretty hot. An Oklahoma scorcher.” Nanna smile at both men and then motioned to the other çeşme escort two people with her. “This is Jim Horse Thief and Emma Carson. They’re friends of mine, us old folks like to sit and chew the fat ya know.”

Josh and Trent nodded, their apprehension built with each tick of the clock. “Please, boys. Have a seat. We just wanted to talk.”

They moved slowly, looking like scared fawns that were ready to scramble for cover at the first sign of a threat. They settled into the padded chairs and then took the drinks Nanna offered. Trent took a drink from his glass and smiled at the refreshing chill of iced tea down his throat. Settling his glass on his knee, he focused on the three older people.

“Well, how have you boys been doing?” Nanna took a sip of her tea.

Trent exchanged a glance with Josh. “Good, Ma’am. Keeping busy.”

“Yes, young people need something to use up all that energy that’s wasted on them.” Nanna wiped her forehead with a cloth she had been fanning herself with. “I hear you boys been up to Alaska.”

“Yes, Ma’am. We went up to see my father’s people.”

“Haida? Right?”

“Yes…” Trent’s internal warning lights flashed impending disaster signals, but he couldn’t figure out how to avoid the plunge off the cliff. “We had a nice visit.”

“We hear you got married, traditional Haida ceremony.” This time the other two elders leaned forward for Trent’s response.

“Yes, best as they could figure out. No one remembers ever having a two-spirit wedding before.” Trent broke into a grin. “Josh got the girls part.”

Josh shot Trent a stern look and his face colored deep red. All three of the elders chuckled and bobbed their heads. “Yes, the Kiowa have wedding traditions too.” A mischievous glint came to Nanna eyes. “We steal our wives.”

Trent and Josh exchanged glances while the three chuckled over some inside joke. After a few minutes where the air filled with sophomoric laughter, Trent cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Ma’am. But I don’t think we understand what you mean.”

“Please, youngster, call me Nanna. Everyone else does. And I think we’ve had enough fun at your expense, so we should explain.”

“Yes, ma’am…Nanna.” Trent got a nod and a smile. “We are a little confused.”

“Well, you know two-spirits mark good things for the tribe. Until Darrin and Mitch moved in, we hadn’t had anyone in a long time.” She glanced at her other guests. “At least not brave enough to tell anyone. Certainly not a couple.” She beamed at Josh and Trent. “But now we have two couples. Unbelievably good for the tribe. But one of them snuck off and got married under another tribes traditions…”

Trent’s lips formed an O as he took in the information. “So you want us to do a traditional Kiowa wedding? You want me to—steal—Josh?” Trent couldn’t suppress the chortle that came out. He turned to Josh with his lips pressed hard against each other.

“How do you feel about being stolen?”

Emma chimed in, “Or buy him with horses. That’d work too.”

Laughter spewed from Trent. Josh’s lips were twisted up like a baler had gotten to them.

Trent lifted the dress pants from the rack and let them fall back in place. He turned to look at Josh and the corner of his mouth quirked.

“You really aren’t thinking this is what we are going to wear for the wedding. Somehow I don’t see us wearing a three-piece suit to the wedding where you get stolen.”

Josh took a deep breath and let it out. “Yeah, I know. I just don’t want to look stupid. I think that’d embarrass Darrin, and he’s been kinda pissy ever since we got back from Alaska.”

Trent chuckled. “Yeah, I finally asked Mitch what was up. He said not to worry about it. Said they had some stuff in the works that would fix everything.” He shrugged and started flipping through the shirts. “And no, he didn’t tell me what. Just that they had some stuff going down that would fix it.”

Josh had the sensation of someone watching them. When he turned, he saw a big guy going through jackets a few rows over, but nothing else. Turning back to Trent he nodded. “Ok, then I’ll try not to worry about it. I guess we can go look for some new Wranglers and some dressier shirts.”

“The western store is just down the street. Let’s go see what they have.”

Josh followed Trent to the door and into the warm early autumn sunshine. They covered the distance when Josh felt prickles along his spine. “Hey, is there a guy following us? Big redheaded guy with a John Deere cap?”

Trent looked over his shoulder to the largely vacant sidewalk. “Nah, I don’t see anything. Just a couple a blue-hairs shopping.”

Josh tried to relax, but kept feeling like they were being followed. He stopped to look in the window they passed, and had to agree with Trent, he didn’t see the guy again. He relaxed measurably. Josh followed Trent into the western store and lost themselves in trying to decide on the perfect clothing for them to wear to the wedding. başakşehir escort They’d finished up and were standing on the sidewalk when Trent got a grin on his face when he spotted a coffee shop. He turned and grinned at Josh. “I want a chai tea.”

Josh’s face screwed into a scowl. “Ick! I don’t see what you get out of that.” He let out a low chuckle. “But while you’re there, I wouldn’t mind a latte.”

“Yeah, make fun of my tea, country boy.” Trent chuckled and bumped against his husband. “No problem, weanie. I’ll get your latte.”

“Meet ya back at the truck.” Josh smiled as Trent headed to the coffee shop. Josh turned to take their purchases to the pickup. He arrived to find a huge dually pickup parked so close he could just get the door open. Dumbass! Parking so close.

“Hey.”

Josh spun to find a huge guy standing at the other end of the pickup, blocking him in and too close for Josh to close the door and escape the other direction. All the pieces flowed together as he recognized the hulking presence he’d been feeling all day. I thought we were safe. I thought it wouldn’t come to this. But this guy looks crazy.

Josh’s pulse raced, steeling himself for a fight because he wasn’t going down without one. “Hey. Can I help you with something?”

The brute stepped closer, starting to raise his arms. “You Josh Edwards? That gay guy from high school.”

Josh tried to figure how would be the best defense. He knew he couldn’t get into the pickup before Sasquatch caught him. Damn. He has to outweigh me by a hundred pounds.

“I’m Josh, and I’m gay. So I guess yeah I’m who you’re looking for…”

The bulking man suddenly rushed at Josh, grabbing him around the chest. Josh started to struggle, realizing he’d let his arms get pinned. Shit! Shit! Shit! He started to struggle, knowing he needed to be screaming his head off for help. As he filled his lungs with air…

“Thanks!”

What? What the fuck! Did he just say thanks? Josh stopped, trying to make sense. Suddenly the grappling hold seemed more like an enthusiastic hug. “Thanks? For what? Do I know you?”

The large man released Josh and moved back an arm’s length. “Probably not. I was a sophomore when you were a senior. Just a skinny redheaded kid.”

“Well, what are you thinking me for then?”

“Your speech, at graduation.”

“Yeah…”

“Well. This sounds corny, but it saved my life. I knew I was gay, and couldn’t take the guilt. I had everything planned to kill myself, and then I heard you talk. I decided there was at least a little hope. I’m Matt by the way.”

Josh’s mouth dropped open as he tried to recall that tirade he delivered to most of the town. Josh was shocked to realize he couldn’t even recall the details of the speech. He looked at the freckled face with the mass of red curls exploding from under a green cap, trying to imagine how he’d had this kind of impact on someone he’d never known until now. Suddenly a question came to Josh. “Why were you stalking me then? Why didn’t you just talk to me?”

Matt’s face turned deep red at the question. “I was embarrassed. I am afraid you’d think I was weird.”

Josh started laughing as Matt’s face got even redder. He shook his head and noticed Trent walking slowly up to them. He motioned him closer. “Hey Trent, come meet a friend of mine.”

Darrin urged Lady forward through the sand plum thicket. The trail so narrow through the dark skinned bushes that his chaps were scraping through their almost thorny branches. The fruit long gone, the low-slung trees still were used for shelter by a lot of animals. He was hoping one of the animals needing shelter was their missing cow.

Mitch stood in his stirrups and called across the thicket to Darrin. “Hey! You find anything yet?”

“Nothing. You sure she’s missing?”

Mitch shot Darrin a scowl. “Yes, I can count that high.”

“Don’t be bitchy, I was just asking.”

Mitch started muttering. “You want bitchy? I can show you bitchy. Make you think bitchy. Ass. Hole.”

Darrin chuckled but didn’t reply. He knew how much it frustrated Mitch to have an animal missing, and they’d been looking for two days now. Darrin was afraid that they were going to find the remains instead of the cow. Although between the brush and the cedars, you could hide an army in here and we’d never know it. Darrin yanked back on Lady’s reins, forcing the mare back a step or two.

“Hey Mitch! I think I heard something.”

“What’s going on?”

“I heard something, and no it’s not mice across the dead leaves.”

Suddenly the world whipped into a maelstrom of events too fast to differentiate. Lady let out a squeal and bolted as the foliage around them exploded. Mitch fought with Storm, who reared when the mahogany demon jumped between them. Darrin’s feet slipped from the stirrups and time slowed as he pitched backward from the startled horse. His impact on the unforgiving ground knocked the air out of him küçükçekmece escort and left him stunned.

Darrin watched through dazed eyes as the struggle played out between Mitch and what ended up being one of their bulls. I told Mitch that son of a bitch had crazy eyes. But with that thought the bull turned and let out a deep snort as he looked at Darrin sitting on the ground between the huge cedar trees. Darrin began to crawdad as he realized the bull was targeting him and the metallic taste of fear as Deja vu flooded his body.

Just as the bull charged, a red and white streak shot across Darrin’s field of vision. The streak erupted into a snarling, barking tornado as Max threw himself at the bull. Not questioning his luck, Darrin struggled to his feet and looked around in time for a shadow to fall across him. He looked up and found Trent with a hand extended.

“Come on! Lady is half-way back to the house.”

Darrin grabbed Trent’s hand and jumped as he heard a loud snort from the frustrated bull with the quick annoyance Max was becoming. Darrin landed with a thud on Whitey and grabbed onto Trent like a lifeline. His grip was iron clad as Mitch and Storm thundered back into the tableau playing out before Darrin’s horrified eyes.

“Come on! Let’s get out of here!”

Trent touched his heels to his horse’s flanks and they were off with a lurch. Darrin calmed his adrenaline filled system with each length they were away from the crazed bull. He looked back to see Storm nudging a cow and calf into the opening to have the trio take off at a run.

With a piercing whistle, Trent called Max back to them. A grin covered his face as he glanced back to Darrin. “That was close! You’re lucky Max and I were coming out to help you look for the cow.”

Darrin flashed back to the near miss that got him and Mitch together and started to shake. Sweat beaded on his lip when Storm came to a bounding stop beside them. He looked at Mitch with a faint smile. “We have to stop meeting this way.”

A smile erupted on Mitch’s face. “Yeah, I think twice in a lifetime is plenty to have your butt saved from some bull or another.”

Trent raised an eyebrow and looked from one man to the other. Focusing on Darrin he asked. “So getting rescued by the handsome cowboy is some habit of yours?”

Mitch leaned over and patted Darrin on the back. “It’s kind of how we met. But that bull was trying to hurt someone. This one was protecting his cow. They’re gone.”

Darrin twisted and looked back at the now quietly grazing animals. He shook his head and turned back to Mitch. “He’s gone. I don’t want to worry about getting to close to whatever cow he’s decided to protect.”

A thoughtful look crossed Mitch’s face. “I have an idea.”

Josh spun toward Trent, his face a twisted mass of conflicting emotions. “You sure this is going to work? I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

“No, for the one-hundredth time. She may tell us no way. Probably will. It’s not like this is a reasonable thing we’re asking.”

“I know, I know. It’s not reasonable, it’s actually pretty crazy. But it is Darrin’s sister, so she might understand.”

Trent glanced over at his husband. “What did Darrin say?”

“He didn’t say much, other than he couldn’t guess what she’d say.” A grin appeared on Josh’s face. “He did say there’s no one worse than a convert.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

Josh shrugged. “I dunno.”

They drove for a few miles in silence, each wrapped in their own concerns and worries. They both knew their chance of success was microscopic. Even if Darrin’s sister agreed to their wild scheme, the costs were going to be astronomical. The white frame house in the cluster of trees they were barreling toward was getting larger.

“That’s it, I think.”

“Yeah, just exactly how Darrin described it.” Josh took a deep breath and exhaled noisily. “Well, here goes nothing.”

A thought suddenly occurred to Trent. “Why at her mother’s house? Why didn’t we meet her at her own house?”

Josh’s eyebrows arched across his forehead. “Oh shit! I never thought of that.”

Trent let out a chuckle as they turned into the gravel driveway. “Well I don’t know either, but remember what Darrin said about his family.”

“I know, I know. No cussing, and don’t be surprised by some of the things they say.”

They rolled to a stop in front of the house and sat in the pickup for a few moments. They looked at each other and with similar expressions of ‘what the hell were we thinking?’ etched across their faces. But they couldn’t just not show up now. They were expected, and Darrin had kind of stuck his neck out to make things easier too. But they were asking—a lot.

Trent smacked him on the shoulder. “Come on, this isn’t going to go away just because we suddenly became chicken shits. We got to at least ask, and hope something bad doesn’t happen.”

Josh nodded in agreement and their doors opened with synchronized precision. The walk to the front door was interminable, and once they arrived they stood for several minutes before Josh reached up and knocked. The door flew open and Darrin’s mother appeared in the open doorway.

“Come in! Come in! I wondered when you boys were gonna show up. I’ve got iced tea already fixed and in the icebox. Ya’ll sit in the living room and I’ll bring us all a glass of tea.”

In the future, modern medicine has gone through drastic changes over the past few decades. Anyone today would think it was out of science fiction, or just think you were crazy. New advances in technology have led to impressive feats in medical research and treatment, as well as a few inadvertent changes in the human biology as well. Of course in the wake of all this social practices had also gone through just as many, if not more drastic changes.

And one specific doctor had a not so little hand in at all.

It is early morning in front of a very ornate looking doctor’s office, and here we see a very well dressed man walking through the front double doors.

“Greetings Dr. Foreman,” said the young secretary.

“Good morning to you too Ellen,” he replied cordially.

Dr. Perry Foreman. His contribution to the medical field of urology and male fertility were nothing short of ground breaking, both in medical discovery, as well as the invention of new medical tools. He had grants, awards, and was the proud owner of this prestigious urology practice.

The good doctor stepped into his office and put down his briefcase, looked into the mirror he had in his office and took himself in. Dr. Foreman had always taken great pride in his appearance, both physical and in his wardrobe. He was in peak physical form for a man in his early thirties. Today he wore a fine-looking dark grey suit with matching pants and black loafers, crisp white spread collar shirt, and a patterned gold tie, tied in a perfect windsor knot. He took a closer look and scratched at his chin a little. It seems in his rush this morning he forgot to shave. He didn’t mind too much, a little scruff was a becoming.

But enough vanity for today, he had patients to attend to. With that, he shed his suit jacket, put it on his coat hanger and pulled a lab coat out of his office wardrobe. He stepped in to the nurses station, said hello as he always did, where one of the nurses gave him a clipboard with his first patient of the day.

Benjamin Court.

Today he was in for a fertility exam. Apparently he and his wife have been trying to get pregnant for months, but have been unsuccessful. Today’s visit is to see if there are any lingering issues or if a treatment is necessary.

Dr. Foreman stepped into the exam room to see a handsome looking young man sitting on the exam bed. Upon first glance, he looked to be in healthy shape. He had the appearance of a man who exercised regularly, and kept an active lifestyle. This was made more apparent by his sun tanned and skin, as well as his attire of a dark blue polyester golf shirt tucked into his khaki pants.

“Hello Benjamin,” said the doctor holding out his hand for a handshake.

“Hey doc,” said Benjamin standing up to meet his handshake. “You can just call me Ben.”

“Okay Ben.” He pulled his doctors stool behind him and sat down. “So, why don’t you go over with me the reason of your visit today.”

“Well, even before my wife and I got married, we always fantasized what it would be like to have a family together. We both love kids, it’s one of the reasons I love her so much. We had only been married eight months before we finally decided to make the jump. But with all our efforts, we can’t seem to conceive. We’ve tried home remedies, we adjusted our diets, and believe me we have had no shortage of intimacy.”

Dr. Foreman listened intently taking it all in. “Do you have any suspicion as to why?”

“Well, my wife is having tests of her own done, but what results she has gotten back so far have come up normal. So I’m worried that it might be my fault.” Ben grew a little sullen at this admission.

“Listen Ben,” said the doctor in a reassuring tone. “If there is anything wrong, it’s nothing that you could have done to be at fault here. There are just parts of our bodies that we have no control over. But we are here to determine if anything is out of sorts. So let’s cut right to the chase shall we?”

“Ok.”

“And that means seeing your equipment,” Dr. Foreman said with an innocent grin.

“Oh right, duh.” Ben laughed.

As doctor Perry went to put on a pair of rubber gloves, Ben zipped down his zipper and with a few tuggs had his flaccid cock and balls hanging loose from his fly.

“Ah, going commando today I see,” Dr. Perry jibed.

“Yeah, I do when I work out,” said Ben confidently. “I figured with what I’m here for, they would just get in the way.”

“Smart man. Now just lean back and relax and let’s have a look here.”

Ben leaned back on his elbows and took a deep breath as Dr. Foreman went to work. First he lifted up his cock to get a good few the underside. He also maneuvered his fingers along Ben’s balls, griping and tugging where needed. Dr. Foreman took notice of how neatly trimmed they were. All the while Ben simply observed curiously. Everything seemed to be in good condition at first göztepe escort glance. No obvious abrasions or bruises that would suggest physical damage, and there were no signs of any masses or cancerous lumps.

“Well, the good news is that there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong so far. The next step though is that I’ll need you to get hard for me so I can see your penis at performance. Will that be an issue?”

“Not at all.” Ben said, reaching one hand forward to grab his flaccid cock.

“Okay while you do that I’m going to take a few more notes here.” Dr. Foreman said as he slid back in his chair began writing information down on his clipboard.

As he wrote, Ben put all his focus to pleasuring himself. He gripped is flaccid cock and pumped up and down repeatedly. Doing soft and hard to tuggs, slapping it back and forth against his pants and shirt, and even getting his other hand to slightly rub one of his nipples through his shirt. He even went as far to lick his hand as to apply lubrication.

“Would you like some lube?” asked Dr. Foreman taking notice.

“Oh sure, if you have some.”

Dr. Foreman pulled a bottle of lube out of a drawer and squirted a dollop into Ben’s used hand.

“Thank you,” he replied.

Dr. Foreman nodded and went back to his clipboard.

Ben returned to his work of self pleasure, the only sounds in the room being wet slapping, pen on paper, and a slight hum from the ceiling lights.

After another minute though, Dr. Foreman noticed that Ben had not made any progress and was still just as flaccid as when he started.

“Anything wrong Ben?” Dr. Foreman asked.

“No nothing’s wrong. Umm… well at least there shouldn’t be.” Ben gave himself a couple more hard pumps. To his frustration, no effect. “I guess this whole situation just has my nerves on edge.”

“It’s all right, it happens all the time. If you’re willing, would you object to some assistance?”

“Not at all go for it.” Ben said, leaning back on his hands with a neutral look.

Dr. Foreman set his clipboard down and slid forward in his stool. He grabbed the bottle of lube squirted some to his own gloved hand. After which he reached forward and grabbed a hold of Ben’s cock. He then began doing some simple motions, rubbing his hands all over to make sure his cock was well lubed and then began pumping up and down. He then took his other hand and also began to start fondling his balls, tugging and gripping each individually. All the while, Ben simply watched with an expressionless look. This went on for a while more without much change though. Dr. Foreman tried alternating hands, rubbing the tip, anything that would get this mans cock going, but to no avail. Thinking he needed to up the ante, doctor Foreman leaned his head forward and glanced up at Ben, who just simply nodded in approval.

With that, Dr. Foremen leaned in and took Ben’s cock into his mouth. Not wasting any time, he applied suction to Ben’s shaft and slowly drew his head back, pulling Ben’s cock straight out. Once at the tip, he pursed his lips, pressing on the head then made his way back down and repeated the motion. Suction, pull, purse, then back down again. Dr. Foremen found this technique to be effective in his line of work, putting less focus on pleasure and more on stimulating a state of arousal. And sure enough, it had the desired effect as Ben’s cock already started to attain a level of firmness, as well as leaking precum. Ben began to show reactions as well, resting back on his elbows and leaning his head back, taking slow deep breaths. As Dr. Foreman worked, he made sure to draw his tongue over Ben’s slit to grab tastes of his precum. It had a pleasant taste and texture, which was a good sign. For the next couple minutes, Dr. Foreman repeated his reps until Ben’s rod was as hard as a rock.

With one final motion, Dr. Foreman pulled back his mouth up to the tip, and let Ben’s cock slip out of his mouth with a pop, rebounding backwards and slapping against Ben’s shirt.

“Wow,” Ben said sighing contentedly. “Didn’t think you would be able to pull one out of me.”

“It’s my job, and so I have to do everything I can to help all my patients.”

Dr. Foreman then began examining his erect cock in more detail. It was a fine-looking specimen. Not enormously girthy, but it was long, hard, and stood proud at a slight curve. No signs of erectile dysfunction to be seen.

“Well mister Court, your penis seems to be well put together. Firm, proper blood flow, and above average precum production I do say so myself. And there don’t seem to be any physical abnormalities that would suggest anything wrong.”

Ben sat back up, inadvertently reaching down to grab his dick.

“So there’s nothing wrong then?” he asked with a hopeful look. Seemingly unaware of his forefinger and thumb sliding slowly up and down his çorlu escort dick

“There’s nothing physically wrong. However we still need a sperm sample to run some tests to know if that’s where the problem lies. And a sperm test can take a few days to see the results.”

Dr. Foreman then stood up and took off his lab coat, hung it on a wall hook. He then tossed his gloves into the trash, after which he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. “If you’re willing to let me assist you further, we can do a mobility test immediately. Do you mind if I get changed here?”

“No, go for it,” Ben replied.

“Great. Try to keep your erection going while I get changed.”

“Okay,” said Ben immediately turning his gaze to his boner, slightly surprised his hand was already there.

Walking over to a wardrobe on the side of the room, he opened it up revealing a collection of hanging dress shirts and ties on wall hooks. Undoing his tie, he hung it around his neck he’s and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it out of his pants. He then shed his tie and shirt, hanging them both up in the closet and swapping them out for a new tie and shirt.

Undoing the buttons of the shirt, he slipped his arms into the sleeves, did up his collar and hung the tie around his neck and put his collar back down. Starting from the second to top button he begin to button it down. When at the bottom button, he undid the belt of his pants and zipped down his fly to tuck in his shirt. Once that was done he fixed up his belt and pants and began to roll up his sleeves to his elbows. Afterward, he buttoned up the final button and began to tie his new tie. In the middle of all this, Ben had looked up from his own cock at the doctor just as he began to tie his tie into a fat balthus knot. The shirt he wore was a light blue spread collar dress shirt with noticeably large stains the collar, as well as more sporadic stains down the button line. The tie was dark blue with equally darker gray stripes, though the gray stripes did not look to be made of silk like the rest of the tie, looking almost synthetic.

Dr. Foreman finished at the mirror tying his tie then walked back and sat down in his stool and scooted forward in front of Ben.

“All right that’s enough, you can let me take over from here. Just lean back and relax. When you feel yourself about to cum just give me a tap on the head all right?”

“All right,” said Ben smirking.

With that final go ahead, Dr. Foreman then dove back down on Ben’s cock, putting his hands on Ben’s thighs to brace himself, while Ben leaned back on his elbows.

Dr. Foreman went with more vigor this time, pumping his head up and down with slow but gradually increasing speed, wet slapping sound escaping from his mouth. Ben’s cock had understandably lost a little of its girth in the wait while he changed clothes. That was quickly rectified as Ben’s cock was back at full attention, secreting precum at vigorous rates to the doctors impress. Taking his hands up, he then took one hand to Ben’s shaft and began pumping as he sucked, while his other hand began fondling his balls, squeezing and tugging. This had an obvious effect on Ben, who was getting more than a little flustered. Unlike before though, his face had turned a noticeably light red color as his body began to heat up. Obviously getting hot under the collar, he undid the last button of his polo shirt in an attempt the help ventilate himself, revealing more hairy chest. Them he just leaned back breathing heavily, wiping a few beads of sweat from his brow. In an attempt to get more comfortable, he lifted his shirt up, revealing toned abdominals. Then he undid his belt and opened up his pants letting his cock swing more freely without the confinement of his zipper encasing his manhood. Over the next couple minutes, Ben was having trouble maintaining his composure in the wake of pleasure emanating from his loins. Finally, that fateful moment arrived, as he began to feel his balls churn, preparing to shoot from is rod. Remembering what the doctor told him, he then tapped on the doctor’s head, who then began to suck more forcefully and increasing his speed. As he did, Ben’s chest began to heave up and down in labored breaths, trying to get words out of his mouth.

“Doc, this is… I’m about… I’m about to cum. Uhh. OH, yeah. Here It COMES!”

With that final word, Dr. Foreman pulled off his mouth and exposed his neck, arching his chin upwards a little ways away from Ben’s opening. With one file grunt, Ben sat back up and watched as he began to shoot out from his cock, grunting and moaning all the while. The first few wads of white hot cum reached past Dr. Foreman’s chin and across his mouth and face. Adjusting for the next volley, he moved Ben’s cock closer to his neck, the remaining streams catching on his neck, shirt collar, but most of ümraniye escort all the large knot of his tie. This went for several seconds, Ben’s cock unleashing surprising amounts of cum before his contractions finally subsided, leaving his cock to begin to deflate, and a flustered Ben left panting.

Dr. Foreman then slid back, grabbing his tie and adjusting it to make sure it was still fastened neatly.

“Well mister Court, it is clear that volume is of no issue,” he said smacking his lips slightly. “Viscosity seems normal, which is a sign of good sperm count.” He then reached over to his clipboard and began taking down more notes.

Ben then set back up, resting one elbow on his knee. “Wow doc, if I wasn’t married I’d be asking if you did house calls.” He then looked up to Dr. Foreman. While his chin and collar of his shirt we’re still covered in ropes of cum, his tie seemed oddly dry, as well as the dark gray stripes on the tie knot itself had begun to turn white.

“Sorry. Office visits only,” he said jokingly.

“Still, you must be very popular if you can work wonders like that.”

“In some ways you are right. But not all my patients are always willing. Sometimes just a sperm sample given in private is all they are willing because my assistance would make them too uncomfortable.”

“Seriously? What is this the 21st century? You think they’d never had a guy suck them off before,” Ben said incredulously.

“Oh? Have you performed fellatio yourself Ben?”

“Well… no,” said Ben, tucking his penis back into his pants and zipping up his fly. “But one of my best friends used to give me blowjobs all the time before I met my wife. I just thought guys these days are usually more open about that stuff. I mean we both have penises don’t we? What’s so awkward about it?” As he spoke, he watched Dr. Foreman’s tie closely, the white stripe beginning to make its way down the dark gray of his tie

“Everyone’s tastes are different, you for example being only a receiver. That also means some men are strictly interested in women. Nothing wrong with it though and we shouldn’t judge them for it.”

Dr. Foreman continued to write on his clipboard, the white streak making its way down further down his tie.

“So, am I in the clear Doc?”

“One moment,” he said, continuing to write on his clipboard.

Ben continued to put himself back together as Dr. Foreman wrote. Tucking his shirt back into his pants, looping his belt, and buttoning the bottom button on his shirt again. Dr. Foreman finished writing, set the clipboard down, and stood up in front of the mirror. He took a paper towel and wiped the ropes of come off his chin and mouth, as well as dabbing off the globs on his shirt collar. Afterward, he inspected his tie, the dark gray stripes on the knot itself had turned totally white, and said whiteness had made its way down his tie, but only to just the halfway mark.

He turned to Ben. “Unfortunate to say that I have some bad news. It does seem to look like you have a case of low motility in your sperm.”

“You’re serious?!” said Ben with a little fear in his voice. “Maybe it’s a mistake!”

“Unlikely. The purpose of the procedure is for me to make sure you are at peak arousal when you ejaculate,” he put his thumb and index finger around the knot of his tie. “And subsequently catching your semen when your sperm is at its most mobile.”

Ben looked defeated. “Does this mean does this mean I can’t get my wife pregnant?”

“Not entirely,” said Dr. Foreman sitting back down on his stool, unbuttoning his collar and untying his tie to hang around his neck.

“I will still need to get your sample tested to know the full extent. But low motility by itself just simply lowers your chances, it doesn’t mean you’re sterile all together.”

“I see,” said Ben slightly relieved. “But what now?”

“Now? For the time being I’ll prescribe you a medication to hopefully help with your Mobility problem.” He pulled the tie off his neck and began to fold in his hand. “Then we send the rest of your sperm sample back to the lab for more testing, but all in all it doesn’t look like your case is totally hopeless. With proper treatment hopefully you’ll have a little bundle of joy crawling around your house within the next year or two.”

“That’s a relief. You have no Idea how much this means to me, and my wife especially,” Ben said with more confidence. He stood up to shake the doctor’s hand.

“It’s my pleasure, and I wish you and your wife good luck,” shaking Ben’s hand. He then opened the door and ushered him out of the room handing him a slip of paper. Just have this filled out at your pharmacy and we’ll get back to you with the results of your tests.”

“Thank you Dr. Foreman.”

Ben then left the exam room with a noticeable spring in his step. The doctor then shut the door, leaving him alone in the exam room, happy that you could make a budding couple into future parents. He stopped for a second in front of the mirror, and simply chuckled looking at himself. He began unbuttoning his shirt and walked over to the wardrobe to retrieve his old shirt. No one would have objected to seeing him like this, but he did have image to upkeep, and Dr. Foreman loved looking his best.

My first experience with a glory hole occurred in Kansas City when I was 23. My wife was pregnant and just about due with our first child. Needless to say I wasn’t getting any at home but was not comfortable finding a playmate for a few weeks. I didn’t feel right about asking her to jack me off or give me head. I think she probably hated the idea of sex at that time. My wife would, under duress watch a porno flick with me but she said they didn’t turn her on. I have liked porno all my life. Since it was not very realistic to setup the VCR at home, put on a porno flick and beat the bishop, I started dropping into adult arcades that were scattered around the city.

I would find an arcade, get a roll of quarters, look at the Now Playing board, remember some numbers and go into one of the small private booths. I would settle back, get my quarters ready, get my Kleenex near by and start the show. Before long I would have my cock out and be slowly jacking it as I watch some great flicks! My favorites were those that had a guy fucking some babe and then pull out and shoot his cum over her belly and tits. I also really liked where the girl sucked the guy off and he jacked off on her face. Depending on how much time I had, I might watch several short films before timing my climax so I shot off into my Kleenex when the guy on screen blew his nuts over some hot bitch!

One day I went in a booth, locked the door behind me, set down and as I started tuzla escort to watch a flick noticed there was a hole cut in the partition between me and the next booth. I suspect they had been there before but I just hadn’t noticed. I could see flickering going on and from where I was sitting I could see a guys knees through the hole. I leaned down and sure enough…..There was a guy with a big, hard cock slowly jacking it. I found it strangely exciting but had come in to get off so I didn’t pay much attention to the hole for about 10 minutes.

I got my cock out, picked a flick and settled back to enjoy a simultaneous cum shoot with the lucky guy on screen that was actually getting what I was missing. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw movement in the glory hole. But when I looked there was nothing there. Then I saw it again and saw a finger stuck about halfway through the hole revolving around the sides of the hole in a slow, sensuous way. It would continue for about 15 seconds and then the finger would disappear only to return again.

It sounds naive now but I wasn’t sure what this was all about. Then suddenly the finger was replaced with a hard cock sticking through the hole. It was pulled back in a few seconds and I understood…I was being invited to stick my cock through to the guy in the next booth. I had never had a sexual experience with a guy and never thought about pendik escort one, but it was strangely exciting. I said to myself, “this guy wants to suck me!” Then I said, “but I’m not gay, so why would I let him?” I then had a thought that I bet millions of guys have also had…” I can’t see who it is and I don’t have to do anything in return, and a hot mouth would sure feel good! I will simply put my cock through the hole, get sucked while I watch the porno on the screen. I will still shoot when the stud in the film does but this might feel better.”

I stood up and turned toward the glory hole slowly stroking my hard cock. The finger came back through the hole as a final invite. I am quite tall so I had to bend to get my cock through the hole. I was tentative because I told myself this might be a little dangerous… sticking my precious cock through a hole in the wall for someone I did not know. However, as the saying goes…”A stiff prick has no sense”.

As soon as only a couple of inches were through, I felt a hot, soft, warm mouth enclose itself over my cock. A tongue rolled around my cock as I shoved the rest into this hot hole of pleasure. I remember thinking…” this feels better than any blowjob I can remember!” There was a lot of enthusiasm behind that hot mouth. Most women act like they are doing you a favor to suck your cock and most don’t even pretend to like it. maltepe escort This was different! The tongue was hot and active around my throbbing rod as a steady suction was maintained. I found myself straining to get all of my cock through the hole to that hot eager mouth.

I realized this was for MY pleasure. Whatever pleasure the guy on the other side of the glory hole was or wasn’t getting was his problem. I started to simply let myself go as I picked up the speed of plunging my cock into this hot unknown mouth. I couldn’t stop…I had to shoot and there was no reason not to. I was not obligated to give any warning or give a shit about what they did when I came. As my knees shook and a deep moan came from my chest I had the largest, most intense, powerful orgasm of my life! And the mouth simply sucked harder taking every drop of my hot cum with unabashed enthusiasm.

After draining my balls of their pent up cum, I collapsed back onto the bench. A few seconds later I heard someone say “thank you!” through the glory hole from the other booth. THANK YOU! Can you imagine? Some guy just gave me the best blowjob of my life and HE says thank you! Unfuckingbelievable!

In a couple of minutes I heard the door open to the booth next door. I cleaned myself up and in a few minutes left my booth. As I entered the main part of the store, the area where they sell films, adult toys and books a guy in his 40’s looked up and smiled at me. I don’t know if he was the guy or not and I sure wasn’t going to ask, but if he was…He was one GREAT COCKSUCKER! From him I learned, and it has remained true, guys give better blowjobs than women. I believe it when women say that another woman eats pussy better than a man. I sure know the opposite is true!

There’s more if ya liked it!

I have a friend — a dearest friend. His name’s Jo. Well, he’s real name was Michael but I still don’t know why my friends and I call him that way. Anyway, the age difference is minimum. I was 19 and he was 20, although he really seemed older. I can say that I love him. I really love him. I was 17 when I realized it, but I was still young and he claimed himself straight. Today I feel extremely sorry. Well, let me tell you what happened.

I own a club. Better saying, my father owns a club. The name was “Mystery.” I gave it. Every morning I was there, before I went to school. There was where I met Jo, by best friend on Earth and… well, one day I was just coming out of the pool when he came.

“Hey there” he said softly, with a strange deep look in his outstanding blue eyes.

“Hey,” I replied. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just… Nothing.”

“Are you sure? Can I help you?”

“Only if you change the past.”

We walked towards the shower. He told me what happened. He used to date a girl named Tanya. And she was terribly sick and nobody knew why she was like that. So, lots of tests were made on her. And they found the HIV virus.

“Man, I’m sorry,” I said. “And… how did she… was it from…”

“No man, I’m clean. You know what that means?”

“She cheated on you.”

“And you know with who? Daniel! That goddamn bastard! He had AIDS and he passed to her.” He put his head between his hairy legs and started to cry. I had just finished changing maltepe escort and I touched his head.

“Oh Jo, you’ll get over it. You should be happy because you don’t have it.” Suddenly his face changed. “You did the test, didn’t you?” I asked in hurry. He nod yes. At first I thought he was lying, but then a smile came from his lips. I was more relieved. Anyway, he was sad. I sat next to him.

“Look, I’m here for you. I’m here.” He looked at me so deeply I almost fell. He never looked at me like that. I felt a chill running through my back. In an impulse, I jumped above him and kissed him like it was the last day on Earth. He, scared, got far from me.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Showing you how can I help you.”

“Changing me to a gay man?”

“Shut up.”

I kissed him again. He tried to fight, but it was useless. He was already involved. And he couldn’t stop it. He slowly took his tight shirt off, showing his great pecs. What a pec! Little brown, little burned in the sun. One crazy thing. I licked his neck, then moved to his chest and nipples. My hands went through all his body. Then I moved to his shorts area. His cock was already jumping out of his boxers. I was getting down to suck it, when he interrupted me.

“Me first,” he said with his male sexy voice.

He got up and ran to the door. He made sure it was locked and ran to me. He striped my shirt and licked my belly. manavgat escort Then got up to my nipples and sucked them like it was coming milk out of it. It was starting to hurt, but it was horny. My dick was pumping for some action. He softly kissed me and moved to my huge penis. 7’0. His was even bigger! His mouth was so hot I couldn’t believe in what was happening to me. I wanted t me fucked, but first I begged for his cock. I swallowed every inch, enjoying the pure moment. I looked at him – he was in the clouds, or even higher. I got up to his ear and whispered “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” Like an animal he turned my butt to his cock and passed his tongue in my ass. God I never felt so much pleasure! Without condom or KY he stuck his snake in my ass and I shouted in pain. “Silence,” he ordered, “I know you’re liking it.” And sure I was! He was pumping harder and harder, I could feel his balls hitting my butt. I was almost cumming and he said “Wait for me. Don’t cum yet.” Patiently I waited. His face was like gold. He screamed, saying he was going to cum. In seconds I felt his liquid going up my ass. What a marvelous feeling! He grabbed my dick and started to jerkoff. “Cum now,” he said, “cum now.” And I did.

We kissed again. After that day, it became a routine. We did that for almost an year and nobody ever caught us. Ever. We became even more friends. Them he asked me if I wanted to be his boyfriend. Of course I said yes.

It şişli escort was the end of the year. His family lived in Paris. Michael is American, but he was raised in France ’till he was ll, when he came here. We were at his house, the mood was getting hot, and I decided to suck that giant snake he had. He didn’t hesitated. During our special moment, the phone rang.

“Hello? Hey mamma. What? How… when… Now? For how long?”

I was getting anxious. His cock slowly turned to the small snake it was before I touch it.

He hung up and explained me the story. His father died and someone had to take care of his mother. So he was the chosen one.

“For how long?” I asked.

“I.. I don’t know.”

We started to cry. He hugged me.

“I’m still here,” he said. “I’m still here.”

“I love you Jo.”

“I love you too.”

We kissed. But not just a kiss. The best kiss we ever had. All emotions, happiness that we’ve passed were included in this simple gesture.

“I’ll be back,” he whispered, among the hiccups and tears. “I’ll be back.”

Twenty years has passed. And I’m still waiting. Next month is my 40th birthday. And all I wanted is to be one more day with Jo.

That morning, a letter came to me. The first one, after 20 years. I was still in bed when I decided to read it.

” HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE.
I STILL LOVE YOU AND I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERY SECOND.
REMEMBER: I’LL BE BACK. GOODBYE DOESN’T MEAN FOREVER.”

I looked at my bedroom door. There he was. I cried. He jumped above me and kiss me, with the 20 years of missing each other.

I never felt happier. No questions were needed. He was here, finally. I didn’t care for how long, or why he was here. Then, from the bottom of my heart I said:

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” replied him.

I went to the central Spa in Hamilton last week. I’ve been there many times over the years and this time the activity was about the same as usual. After a quick shower I went into the steam room to relax for a bit. A few guys wandered in but no one stayed for very long and I was about to get up and walk the corridors to see what was happening when a fairly young guy came in and sat down a few feet from me.

He was pretty fit and looked to be in his early 20’s which is unusual for the spa in midday. Most of the clientele are older in their 40’s I would say although few are as old as I am.

He sat relaxing in the steam for a few minutes then lay down on the bench and started slowly stroking his cock with his one leg out straight and the other bent at the knee allowing me to see what he was doing through the steam. I got up and sat down by his feet where I could have a better view of his actions. He noticed that and continued stroking his now half hard cock. He was about 7 inches long and cut with a thick shaft and a big plum like head. His pubes were shaved and his large heavy balls hung down between his legs.

I leaned a little towards him so that my hand touched his leg and when it did he just took his hand off his cock and smiled. Leaning over farther I reached out and started rubbing his thigh just beside his cock then took his izmir escort cock in my hand and started rubbing it gently. HE dropped his one leg off the bench to the floor and made room for me to get closer between his legs which I did. Turning towards him I knelt on the bench and bent over his crotch taking his now hard cock in one hand and lowered my head to start sucking him.

Just as I took him into my mouth the door for the steam room opened and another patron entered. He just stood a few feet away taking in the view of the 2 of us on the bench. I continued sucking on the prone man and the new comer started playing with his cock while he stood there. I could feel and taste the precum leaking from the end of his cock and alternated sliding him in and out of my mouth with licking around the head of his cock.

Our watcher came closer and started rubbing the back of my neck as I sucked on the guy and then proceeded to start rubbing all over my back and ass. I tried to concentrate on what I was doing even when I felt a finger trace up and down the crack of my ass feeling for my anus. I spread my knees as far apart as they could go while on the bench and started to deepthroat the cock in my mouth. The man standing beside me saw that and put his hand on the back of my head holding me down kahramanmaraş escort on the now rock hard cock in my mouth and throat.

I had a cock buried in my throat and a finger up my ass while I worked and sweated over the prone guy in the steam. I felt the guy beside me pull out of my ass and then felt him re-enter with 2 fingers stretching my anus a little more. I groaned at that and pulled back off the cock for a minute to get some air. While doing that I took his balls in my hand ad bent over farther to lick tem and then suck them one at a time into my mouth.

The guy standing beside me moved to my back between my legs and I felt him kneel there for a moment. At the same time I realized there was another man in the room though I hadn’t heard him come in and he was standing by the head of the guy I was blowing and feeding him his cock at the same time. I felt the guy behind me guiding his cock to my ass and then felt him slide into my asshole.

We were now 4 guys. One on his back on the bench being blown by me and at the same time sucking a guy standing beside his head. I on my knees on the bench sucking in his cock and another guy kneeling behind me and starting to fuck my ass. Yet another man came in and just stood to the side of us all and started playing manavgat escort with his cock.

The guy on the bench was moaning around the cock in his mouth and was making little thrusting movements in and out of my mouth. The guy behind me was holding my hips now and slamming into my ass stroking in deep and pulling almost all the way out of me when he drew back. I felt the guy beneath me tense up and got that wonderful feeling of a cock pulsing in my throat as he blew a large load of cum into me. I slurped it all up and swallowed it squeezing the last few drops out the end of his cock and licking them off.

Just as he was finishing he pulled my head off his cock and knowing how sensitive it can be just after you come I left him alone. I felt the guy fucking me pick up his pace and knew he too was getting close to blowing his load. He was jack hammering in and out of my ass and then holding me tight around the hips he buried as deep as he could in me and held still while I felt his cock twitching inside me and knew he was cumming in my ass. Just then the last guy to enter the room stepped up right beside my face and offered me his cock. I no sooner had him in my mouth than I felt him start to pulse and got my third load of cum in just a few moments. The guy lying on the bench was apparently enjoying a meal of man juice at the same time from the guy he had been blowing.

At that we all started to untangle. I felt the cock pull out of my ass and could feel some of his cum run down my leg. The 2 men standing both pulled back out of our mouths and I got up from between the legs of the guy lying on the bench. After taking a nice long hot shower I got dressed and headed home for the evening.

I decided to get serious and sign up at a local gym. It wasn’t that I was fat, but I wanted to get a toned look. I hadn’t been in a gym in years. I was almost overwhelmed the first day I showed up. All these guys all pumped up made me feel inadequate. I had a workout regimen I was going to follow and it took me about forty-five minutes to complete. I finished and went back to the locker room. I stripped down and went into the showers. There was only one other guy there.

Damn did he look good. His abs were hard and his cock was hanging down between his legs. I am not small in the cock department, but this guy put me to shame. Our eyes met and he smiled at me. I think he caught me staring at his long prick. Nothing happened in the shower. I got cleaned up and I went back out to get dressed. I could see my naked friend walking down the hallway. I watched him going into the sauna. I couldn’t resist and I followed him.

I stood at the door and got my courage up. I opened the door and there sat my muscled friend. He had a towel with him, but it wasn’t covering his mid-section. His cock was exposed as I walked into the room. He motioned for me to sit across from him. I kept my towel around me for the time being. Jesus, what happens when your eyes are fixed on another man’s cock? I tried not to look, but there it was, his huge prick hanging down. All of a sudden this guy reaches down and starts to stroke his tool.

What was I supposed to do, turn my eyes away? I watched as his cock got harder. That bone must have been ten inches in length. It was just the two of us and I knew what I wanted to do. It helped when my naked friend motioned for me to come over to him. I dropped my towel and walked to him.

“Suck on it,” he told me.

I stood there for a long moment and then dropped to my knees. I reached out and brought his rod to my mouth. I opened my lips and tried to take him down my throat. His prick was so fucking big. I could barely get a few inches into my mouth. I felt his hand pushing on the back of my head. He was urging şişli escort me to take more. I was doing the best I could. I swallowed a few inches before I started to gag. Luckily my hard friend pulled his dick away.

He stood up and grabbed me by the waist. He positioned me so I was bending over the bench. I got nervous. What if someone walked in? I also didn’t think I could go through with what he had planned. It didn’t matter. Before I knew it, I was holding onto the wooden bench and my friend had his hands on my waist. I looked back and saw his giant prick aimed at my hole. Then I felt pain.

His cock invaded my tight ass and I screamed. I had never felt anything so large as that in my life. My lover thrust up into me and I had all of his cock inside my tight bottom. He started to pound my ass as hard as was possible. It was like a python had invaded my hole. Sweat was pouring from my body as I took his fucking. My ass was stretched beyond belief. It was the biggest cock I had ever taken, that much was for sure.

Over and over he slid that monster into me. My muscles had him in a tight grip. He then took his hands from my hips and moved them to my shoulders. My lover was pulling me back to him every time he thrust into my hole. He was just relentless. Driving his cock into me like that was making me crazy. He must have been hitting my prostate as well. My cock had swollen into a hard erection. I looked down and saw my dick swaying back and forth.

Time seemed to stand still as I got fucked there in the sauna. It finally came to a head when my lover let out a loud grunt and then flooded me with his seed. I felt the heat of his release hitting my gut. I lost control of my body. The more he pounded my hole, the more I surrendered to his fucking. There was silence except for the sound of skin slapping against skin. His release must have gone on for fifteen minutes before he finally pulled out.

I almost collapsed on the bench. I was spent from all that fucking. I sat tuzla escort down and tried to compose myself. My lover was standing right in front of me. I could feel his cum beginning to leak out of my greedy hole. That was when he pushed his spent dick to my lips. He wanted me to suck his dick. I gave him what he wanted. I licked all the sticky goo from his cock and then I wrapped my lips around his shaft one more time. I could taste all the love juices we had produced. I did finally make his cock clean.

My friend pulled out of my mouth and gathered up his towel.

“I workout Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays,” he told me.

With that he opened the door and left the sauna. I felt like someone had beaten me up. I picked up my towel and went out to get dressed. I drove home, stripped out of my clothes and collapsed on my bed. All I could think of is how I was fucked that afternoon. I hated to admit it to myself, I wanted to be fucked again by that huge cock. I started to pull on my cock as I fantasized. I could still feel his warm cum sloshing around inside me. I had let a total stranger fuck me raw.

I made myself hard and I reached down with my other hand. I pushed a finger into my hole. I was finger fucking my ass as I stroked my dick. It didn’t take long before I shot a fountain of cum all over my chest. As I lay there I knew what I was going to do. I was going to head back to the gym and let that bodybuilder fuck me as many times as he liked.

I did go back that Friday and there was my lover talking to some other bodybuilders. When he saw me he excused himself.

“I see you came back for more,” he told me. “Meet me outside after you finish up.”

After I worked out, I stepped outside the gym. There was my friend waiting in his car. He motioned me to follow him. We drove back to his apartment and when we went inside Luke was all over me.

“My name is Luke,” he said.

I told him I was Jess. After he kissed me on the lips we went back down the hallway. pendik escort He had this king-sized bed squeezed into his bedroom. Luke undressed me and then shed his clothing. Damn, that cock was just how I remembered it. Luke had me get onto my back and I watched him stroke that thick rod of his. Luke then took hold of my ankles and pushed them to my chest. He had his cock pointed directly at my hole and he pushed into me.

God, it hurt just like before. Luke worked me into a hot lather as he slowly pushed his prick into my bare bottom. I don’t know how long it took him, but he finally was in me the whole way. His large sacs were resting against my ass cheeks. Luke started to punish my ass. I took all ten inches of his thick erection in me. I know I was screaming for him to fuck me however he wanted.

His cock turned my body into putty. My cock was standing straight up from all that fucking. He must have been sliding his mushroom against my prostate. It was safe to say he used me as he wanted. I let Luke fuck me with his bare dick. I wanted him to continue until he exploded. In a few minutes I got my wish. Luke arched his body and flooded me with male seed. I could feel him gushing deep into my belly.

Luke just kept driving his prick into me. It seemed like we just went on forever. My muscles clamped on tight to his love muscle and I squeezed all that hot juice out of him. Luke did finally get soft, but he kept his dick inside me. I did cum myself. I shot a stream of cum straight onto my chest. When I came, Luke grabbed hold of my cock and milked me dry. After all that fucking, Luke pulled out of me.

“I hadn’t had a fuck like that in a long time,” he said.

Luke told me he mostly had one-night stands. Most of his lovers said his cock was too big for them. It was big and I wanted him because of that. Luke and I became workout partners. We met in the gym and afterwards we came back to his apartment. I took Luke in every position possible. Our favorite position was when I mounted Luke and rode his thick staff. My previous lovers had always used a rubber, but that didn’t happen with Luke. He loved taking me bare and to be honest, I loved feeling that hot cream in my bowels.

It looks like we will be lovers for the time being. Maybe Luke will get tired of me, but I don’t care. I plan on having his cock inside me for as long as he wants me.

This gay story is based on a tale I wrote as Dreamweaver705 (“Nina”). All characters are 18 or over.

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I was eighteen, off to my first year of college in a new town, and even more excited to be out of my parents’ house, on my own for the first time. I had made arrangements for a room off-campus since my application for a dorm on campus was floundering well down the waiting list. The student union was very helpful, providing a list of local homes renting rooms to college students. The first few I checked out were already taken or not suitable for one reason or another.

I was getting tired of looking by the time I went to check out the accommodations in the home of Greg and Fritz, an older couple who lived close to campus. Fritz was home alone when I came to see the place. The house turned out to be nice and I could have a large room with its own en suite bathroom. The cost was quite reasonable and I committed to the place there and then.

A few days later, I moved in. Fritz was not alone this time. He introduced me to his husband Greg. He was younger than Fritz, perhaps a little over fifty, carrying a few extra pounds very well. He was also a redhead and very good-looking for his age. Fifty was like a hundred to an eighteen-year-old.

Fritz was an okay guy, but he was a bit of a grump and a stick in the mud. Greg and I hit it off right away. He was good-humoured and pleasant, taking an unobtrusive parental attitude toward me that was tempered by a flirtatiousness that was so subtle at first that I barely noticed at all.

My classes began a few days later and between lectures, assignments and social activities with my new school friends, I spent very little time at my rooming house for a few weeks. Then of course I settled into a routine which balanced rest, work and socializing with the natural result that I found myself spending more time at home.

Greg’s forgotten flirtation resumed somewhat, though I didn’t take it too seriously as I was convinced I was not gay. I was young and I dove eagerly into the campus dating scene. I was soon dating a girl steady. Just the same I knew early on that Greg was attracted to me. After a few weeks, I began to admit to myself that the attraction was mutual. I thought of it as what would today be called a “man-crush”. I wanted a mature body like his; I envied his life’s experience.

I’d find myself stealing glances at my host as he did his household chores. My eyes would linger on his ass as he stood at the kitchen counter preparing dinner while I pretended to study or do homework at the dinner table. I’d ogle his crotch as he leaned over to clear the dirty dishes after the meal.

The girl I was seeing was not putting out, just teasing, and it had been months since I’d had sex. My frustration was increased by the frequent sounds of lovemaking that drifted to my ears through the house’s old-fashioned gümüşhane escort air exchange.

Fritz may have looked like a troll, but the old fellow evidently had the sexual appetite of a satyr. All too often I could hear the sounds of Greg and Fritz fucking, but these encounters seemed brief and it seemed to me that the majority of the groans of pleasure I heard came from Fritz. Greg could be heard grunting against the force of Fritz’s thrusts but I rarely heard him make the sounds issued in the throes of an intense orgasm. Still, the sounds gave me a voyeuristic thrill and whenever I heard them going at it I became terribly horny. At first, I’d pull at my rod, imagining it was me with some girl from school, or the girl I was dating, but eventually I began to imagine that it was me in there with Greg. I would come unusually quickly over fantasies of Greg.

This was strange to me since I was a young man culturally programmed to admire females and youthfulness. Greg was neither young nor a woman. The charms of the older man were working their magic on me for the first time. I had never been attracted to a man before and I toyed with these fantasies as if they were forbidden.

One Friday night, I returned to the house around ten o’clock, earlier than I intended and well in my cups. I was upset and frustrated. My girlfriend and I had quarrelled and broken up on the very night I thought I might actually get some sex. So I was horny too. Inside the house, all the lights were out except the main hallway, and the stairwell to the top floor, which were always left on at night. I wasn’t long in my room when I heard the all-too-familiar sounds of Greg and Fritz grinding away at each other. The sound echoed through the ventilation system right into my room.

Oh, great, I thought. Here I am, pissed and horny as hell… This was just what I needed to hear right now.

I decided to postpone going to my lonely bed. I undressed and slipped into my housecoat, grabbed a drink and plopped myself down in front of the living room television, hoping to find any distraction from what was going on upstairs.

Even with the TV on I could still hear them rocking the bed for a few more minutes. The sounds faded quickly as usual and I tried to lose myself in a re-run of “Magnum, P.I.”.

A few minutes after that, I heard a sound behind me and turned around. It was Greg, wearing a housecoat over nothing at all from the looks of things. He smiled and said hi, passing through the living room to the kitchen. I said hi back and watched him intently as he walked around the kitchen. The alcohol I had consumed earlier had weakened my inhibitions considerably and I openly stared at him, searching the seams, folds and openings of his housecoat for any view of bare skin I could get.

Greg was pouring drinks for Fritz hatay escort and himself and since the glasses were on a tray, I guessed he was going to take the drinks up to their room. I started to stand up and realized that I couldn’t. God, I had a boner poking through the folds of my housecoat, a boner for my landlord, some thirty-odd years my senior!

“Can I get you a–” Greg never finished that question. I was just thinking that I should cover myself up with a sofa cushion or something when he spoke. My dumbfounded stare at my own erection must have looked comical and certainly drew Greg’s gaze to the opening in the front of my housecoat and my exposed penis at full-mast. I was mortified. I was afraid to look up at my landlord; I knew he’d be staring. It was like one of those strange nightmares about walking around naked at the mall, only it was worse and it was real!

Greg had put the tray down on the counter and walked over. I looked up at him helplessly, trying to keep some kind of dignity. He had a curious smile and his eyes were locked on my cock. He laughed softly. “It looks like you need a young girl to take care of you.”

The alcohol in my system and the obvious desire in my eyes made me answer boldly. “No,” I said thickly, “I need you.”

His jaw dropped in a pleasant shock as he realized that I was on fire for him. I stood up and our eyes locked. I will never know where I found the nerve, but I leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips. Very soon he was kissing back. At last we let our hands rove over the bodies we had coveted for the past several weeks.

Our passion was building quickly only, it seemed, to be extinguished by a hoarse shout from upstairs. It was Fritz wondering what was taking Greg so long with his wine.

Only with difficulty did he manage to extricate his mouth from mine. He shouted back to him, “In a minute, Fritz!” He pulled away smiling, and whispered, “I’ll come see you in a little while”. He winked at me, still smiling, and turned to go back to the kitchen for the tray.

This wouldn’t do! I was too horny, too hot for him now; given a taste, I had to finish the meal, even if it got me kicked out of this home. Hell, even if it got me arrested! Greg started to walk toward the kitchen, but he did not get far before I acted instinctively. I reached out and pulled him back against me, manoeuvring him so that I could embrace him from behind. He was surprised but he did not resist. I was holding him tightly, nuzzling his neck, nipping at his earlobes, meeting his lips with mine, and allowing my hands to explore his body while the strength of my arms restrained him against me. His eyes rolled back in pleasure and closed and he let out a few soft, long moans that told me that he was enjoying this as much as I was, that he needed this as desperately as I did.

My hands ısparta escort slid into his housecoat and cupped the slight man-boobs beneath. I massaged them roughly, flicking my thumb over the hardened nipples, still holding him in thrall with my deep kiss. One of my hands pulled free of the housecoat and slid down to the waist, giving a little squeeze. I used my body weight to turn us both toward the sofa. Greg positioned himself to kneel facing the back of the couch, his hands pressing against the wall above it. He was braced for me. I fiercely enjoyed seeing him like this, ready for me to mount him. I was clumsy drunk, but I was able to use my hands to grab the lower folds of his housecoat and fold them up over his back, exposing Greg’s bare ass. My erection twitched as it touched the bare skin of his ass for a moment, leaving a droplet of my glistening pre-cum. I gazed with appreciation on the ass I had been coveting. The asshole was still dilated and fully lubed from Greg’s session with Fritz.

“Hurry,” Greg said.

I pushed myself into Greg’s ass with a grunt of pure satisfaction.

In moments, Greg was grunting in unison with me. I was young and given over to my lust for this older man and I’m afraid I gave little thought to his pleasure as I pounded my way to glory. This was particularly unfair because I suspected that Fritz went to little trouble to ensure Greg’s satisfaction. As it turned out though, I needn’t have worried. Greg’s grunts began to take on the sound of ecstasy with my own, and after only about a minute of hard, dirty sex, we were both coming. My pulsing cock was gripped in the matching convulsions of his ass. The pleasure was so intense I might easily have failed to notice the squeal of joy that escaped Greg’s lips.

But Fritz noticed. The sound of bedroom door opening was followed by Fritz’s voice.

“Are you alright, Nina?”

We pulled away from each other and the mingled juices of our joining erupted from Greg’s arse.

“I’m fine, Fritz…” Greg said quickly. “I just… made a little mess, and our boarder is helping me to clean it up… I’ll be right up.” Greg knew his husband well enough to know that he would not come down to help him clean up a mess. Fritz was satisfied with the answer and closed the door.

“See the little mess you made,” he said, now standing to face me. There he was, a man in his fifties with his robe hanging open, showing a sagging dad-bod and a stiff six-incher. His ass oozed with the semen of two men; the liquid ran down the inside of Greg’s legs. He wagged a finger at me as if I were just a naughty child. Obviously, he wasn’t planning to charge me with rape. But the look in his eyes told me that he did have plans for me. I was still rock-hard in the presence of the older man I’d so long coveted. He reached out and grabbed the head of my cock and pulled me against him for a long, wet kiss. He gave me another little pull and said, “I’ll still be back to see you later.”

He went over to the counter and grabbed the wine glasses and with another wink and skipped up the stairs to his husband’s bed. I didn’t know then that I was beginning an affair that would last many years and lead to some of the best, if sneakiest, sex of my life.

Yes, several times, I have paid for sex. I am not always ready for the gay-bar scene or the peepshow shops and when I want sex, I want it now!! and not maybe-I’ll- score-later. In addition to be in control of time, I can ask for what I want. And maybe additionally, I may have a little less of a guilt feeling that serious secretive Bi male-sex tends to create in my otherwise happy marriage.

When that craving for instant male-sex hits me, it is time to call George. I have been seeing George for approximately 10 years now and as a result of my frequent visits, it should be obvious that we know each other intimately. Yes, we have had some fantastic times.

You look at George and there is no doubt…he is gay but in a masculine way. He takes very good care of himself, he is in fantastic physical shape, the result of minimal 3 visits per week to the gym but he is not “over”-muscular, he is always tanned but more important, he is a very nice guy. George has a very refined taste. His dimly lighted apartment is beautifully decorated. Not necessarily my taste (lots of black velour) but it is very clear that George spends a lot of time, money and energy in selecting furniture, paintings, carpets and various other decorative items. In addition, the apartment zonguldak escort features a state of the art home theater. An enormous collection of audio CD’s is available as is an enormous collection of gay videos.

I’ll ask George to meet me at the door in our “uniform”. Our uniform is a blazer-type shirt and the smallest size g-string imaginable which he has available in all different colors. My uniform will be in the bathroom where, immediately upon arrival I’ll clean up. I usually bring a bottle of wine. While opening the bottle he’ll be unzipping me and assists me undressing. After my short visit to the bathroom, I’ll lie down on the couch “in uniform” while he starts touching my ankles and legs sitting on the floor close to me. He may give me some new gay magazines to read while his fingers are working their way up my legs. Usually, I am half erect already coming out of the bathroom. There is no way that the g-string that he left for me to wear, holds my dick inside. He knows that I love my balls to be tickled and he spends an awful lot of time doing that. He spends so much time playing with me, that I start feeling guilty not doing anything to him and I start feeling him up. I know fethiye escort he is hard and oozes pre.cum. He is very self-conscious about his less than average cock size and he will try to get harder by using his hand (always his left hand, although he is right-handed). I usually stop him because I know that he likes my touch. Frankly, I would have preferred a bit bigger schlong but what he misses in size he makes up with his “Golden” hands tickling and playing with my balls. From the couch we eventually end up on an enormous over-sized bed, after he has taken his time to fully undress me and I have fully undressed him. He then starts giving my dick a serious work out. Because he knows me so well he knows when to slow down. I am blessed, in that I can be hard for hours and be played with, without cumming. I don’t kiss but like to be sucked. Let me tell you….George knows how to suck.

After he has given me all this attention, it’s my turn to give him some attention. I push him back on his back and then pull him back to me so that my dick is buried in his crack. We always pretend that I am going to penetrate him but that has never happened or I should say almost never, because on one occasion, I alanya escort think I almost raped him by accident. He certainly cried out in agony.

I can now freely play with him and I am using a lot of the baby oil that he has used on me. It will take a while for him to come this way. I know he loves this position where he moves his ass to feel my schlong in his crack and against his bum hole. But…, the way for George to “CUM!!” almost violently and quick, is for me to sit on him. He loves to kiss my ass and penetrate my hole with his tongue. Somehow, this position doesn’t do much for me, although lately, I must admit, I appear to be more sensitive there than a few years ago. I know, however, that he absolutely loves to rim me. When he gets close, I go back to the previous position so I can watch his face. It is almost as if he becomes delirious. He starts whispering my name and promises me that he is mine and that he’ll do anything I want. He wants to be my slave, he’ll love me forever… well, we know what it is to reach the edge. He cums in a big, big way. His arms hit the bed with a force that is almost frightening. It’s not over quickly either. The orgasmic spasms last for quite some time. After it’s over and he is back to a semi-normal condition, he’ll go to the bathroom to clean up. I usually go with him because his dick (uncut) and balls look so beautiful after he cums. They’re in a total perfect proportion and balance. It always reminds me of Michelangelo’s statue of David’s penis I usually compliment him on how beautiful he looks after orgasm. The answer is a timid, shy smile.

Fred