Epilogue — Christmas Eve Eve

Molly Jones thoughtfully sipped her wine as she leaned against the kitchen counter. Indiana was all over the kitchen preparing their evening meal. He said it was just a simple Mexican soup recipe one of his roommates had taught him, but it looked delicious—whole chicken pieces with hearty chunks of potatoes, carrots, zucchini, celery, and cabbage, along with just enough jalapeno to give it some heat. He had an avocado in the fridge, which he told her would go on top.

She watched him add the last few ingredients to the stock pot, put on a lid, and set the whole thing to simmer. Tomorrow, she and her son would spend Christmas Eve with the Sages and Trans. Tonight, it was just her and Indiana. He’d arrived earlier that day, and they spent their time together chatting about this and that inconsequential detail—what she did at work, what he did at work and school—neither hitting close to the things she really wanted to speak about.

Molly remembered a time when her son told her everything, but that hadn’t happened in years.

Now, Indiana kept secrets, kept her in the dark about the things going on in his world. Looking back on their life, Molly realized the change hadn’t happened over night. Indiana began hiding parts of himself little by little, starting back when he’d been a boy, and the hiding only became worse as he became a teenager, and later a young man.

Indiana had been around five or six the last time he’d been completely open to her. Her then-husband had finally brought himself to pick their son up after school, which had been the first and only time Indiana’s teachers and classmates saw him. Indiana had her coloring, and the likeness to his father would only appear once he’d matured, which made it difficult to see that they really were father and son. Children could be petty and cruel with those different from them, and having a father who looked so very different from him instantly marked Indiana as “other”. Then, she and Andre had their own problems, and over several years caught between the stresses of school and home, their son simply clammed up, gradually stowing away things.

If she got anything at all from him, it was under duress. And really, she only remembered that happening once when he was ten, right after his first summer with his father. Their custody agreement allowed Molly to keep Indiana during the school year, but he would spend his summers and alternating holidays with Andre, who had remarried before the ink even dried on their divorce.

She’d convinced herself that Indiana’s nightly calls home had been little more than separation anxiety, and managed to keep up the pretense right up until he told her he didn’t ever want to go back. It had taken days to coax out the reason. She knew from Andre that Indiana hadn’t been getting along with his new step-brothers, Trevor and Devin, but had been assured that it was all just “boys being boys”. Molly did not think however, that “boy being boys” was a good enough excuse for Claire’s hellspawn calling her child freak, faggot, or momma’s boy.

She recalled that her son managed to hold himself together through most of the telling, but broke apart the moment she tried to assure him that he wasn’t any of those things. “But, I am,” he’d sobbed, his voice rising. “All of it! Just like they said! Like everyone says—an ugly weirdo cocksucker pussy who needs his mommy!” No amount of consoling, of assuring him that being different or gay or loving his mom was okay, could ease his pain, so she had held him until he’d cried himself out.

After that, Indiana had drawn his uniqueness around himself like a mantle, a protective barrier between himself and the rest of the world. Molly had celebrated this change, mistaking his non-conformity for free self-expression until it was too late. Indiana’s hidden life had stretched out beyond the normal secrets children keep from their parents. If it hadn’t been for his interest in running and Laurel coming into his life, he might have closed himself off from her entirely over the course of his teens.

Molly blamed herself. She blamed her ex-husband. She blamed Claire and her horrible sons. But, most of all, Molly blamed Michael Jameson—the little shit who found every little chink in her son’s armor and exploited it.

The boy treated her son like a dirty secret at home, and a meal ticket when they went off to college, and Molly had to learn about this treatment from Laurel, who Michael had thankfully been unsuccessful in driving away. Years of screaming matches, Michael’s cheating and hypocritical jealousy, his refusal to acknowledge Indiana, the times he flipped out when Indiana tried to hold his hand in public. Laurel said Michael had once shoved him away hard enough to leave bruises when Indiana hit a stone pillar. Molly kept silent in all this because trying to talk had made him even more secretive, a condition that hadn’t improved once that boy had been pushed out of Indiana’s life.

artvin escort But, things were shifting.

Indiana, for the first time in ages, was opening up to her.

And all she had done was ask, “Who’s Preston?”

Molly had been angry when Indiana disappeared after Thanksgiving dinner, but then curious as pictures began filtering in. Sure, there had been pictures of Indiana with Laurel and Mike Tran, which increased in number once Michael Jameson was out of his life. However, the last few weeks were something else. Three young men had joined the cast of characters in her son’s college life.

Molly recognized one of the boys in these new pictures as his roommate, Efrain, who was a smart and serious young man. She liked him well enough, especially after he’d cooked for her during one of her visits. The second boy—a wholesome blond-haired, blue-eyed football stereotype—usually appeared along with Efrain. Cory, as Indiana had identified him, was the new roommate who’d taught her son how to make the caldo de pollo that was now simmering on her stove.

But, it was the third boy that got her attention. Laurel had told her all about “Indie’s Upgrade”, but Molly didn’t think he’d be this adorable. Well-dressed and well-coiffed, with a sweet face that made him seem cheeky and lively.

Although, the kid could have been the Antichrist and Molly still wouldn’t have cared.

Because of this young man, she had photographic evidence of her only child, who she loved beyond reason, dancing in bars, and having movie nights, and looking sharp and confident for a big presentation, and cuddling on the couch, and snuggling under blankets, and sharing meals with friends. Through these pictures, Molly witnessed a change in Indiana, little glimpses of his former self peeking through, growing more frequent over that short period.

So, it was only natural that she would ask about the boy.

“Who’s Preston?”

“A friend,” he said simply, setting a timer for the soup.

“Didn’t look like just a friend,” she said as they took up their wine glasses and headed for the living room. “I saw the pictures.”

“Oh,” he said. “He’s Cory’s best friend. I ran afoul of him when I tried to break him and Efrain up.”

“Why’d—”

“It’s a long story.” Indiana plopped down on the sofa, and she sat down next to him.

“We got some time,” Molly said and listened intently as her son led her through his and Preston’s sordid journey from enemies to lovers.

“So, do you think things might get serious?”

“I don’t think so. We’re just fooling around.”

“I doubt that.”

“Even if I was serious,” he said, “Preston is a little out of my league.”

“Don’t say that,” Molly chastised.

“No, really. He’s smart and funny. And, he’s very attractive.”

“Sounds like a catch.”

“He is. Could have any guy he wanted.” Indiana stared at his wine glass before gulping down the contents. “No idea what he’s doing with me.”

She ruffled his hair. “You’re a pretty good catch yourself.”

He laughed.

“You’re my mom; you’re supposed to say that.”

Molly looked at her son as she let the subject drop. She needed to schedule a little visit sometime next semester and see for herself who this “just a friend” was.

~*~*~*~

Francisco “Frankie” Torres, the current Rountree Chief of Police, sipped his beer as he observed the groups mingling in the Finnegans’ family room. PK and Cindy only had Jamie, and Jamie and Kate only had Preston (and the twins when Kate remarried), but the Finnegans’ annual Christmas party was anything but small. The Finnegan clan tended to accumulate family members throughout the years—rookies, like Frankie, that PK had taken under his wing in his time as Chief of Police, friends of Jamie and the grandchildren who had come to regard Cindy as their second mother/grandmother, teachers and coaches who’d remained friends long after the children had grown up, community leaders who grew close to the couple as they collaborated on city projects.

It was still early enough in the evening that guests weren’t too deep in their cups, but late enough that most young families had taken their children home. However, since PK’s daughter-in-law and her second husband, along with their children, traditionally stayed over the night of the party and through Christmas, Preston was allowed enough alcohol to get tipsy, and the twins, Kent and Ellie, were allowed to stay up later than usual.

Which certainly made things more interesting.

Frankie noticed the young man catching up with his friends and some of the younger officers, like Kyle Fortenberry and Adam Kinney, who’d been rookies before he went off to college. Preston took after his mother, but anyone who knew Preston Kent or James Aaron would immediately recognize Preston James. While Preston’d always been quite different, there were elements—mannerisms, aydın escort sayings, expressions—that marked him as PK’s grandson, and Jamie’s son. Friends and family loved Preston for those traces of PK and Jamie, but loved him even more for those parts that were all him.

Ellie and Kent had been running around most of the night being cute and taking advantage of the blind eye everyone turned to the occasional sips Preston permitted them to steal (as they did years ago when Preston conned the rookies for tastes of this and that cocktail). While Kent and Ellie weren’t PK and Cindy’s biological grandchildren, they certainly developed many of the Finnegan family traits, right along with those Frankie had come to recognize as unique to their father, Joe.

Like most people, Frankie loved all of PK’s grandchildren equally, but Preston was Preston and that made him special.

Frankie noticed the twins making their rounds back to Preston’s group. Preston had just refilled his cup with mulled apple cider and rum, which had been a favorite of all three siblings. However, when the two lingered after stealing their sip and pulled out their cellphones, eyebrows raised. The Turner twins were up to something.

“Guess what,” Kent said, drawing in their attention.

“Preston has a new boyfriend!” Ellie sang. She waved a cellphone at the group. “Wanna see?”

A few of Preston’s crowd looked to Ellie, eager for some gossip, and a couple people from other groups stole some glances at the circle now forming around the Finnegan grandkids. As for himself, he could talk all he wanted about being a grown man, but Frankie still moved a little closer.

“Please tell me you’re not on Facebook,” Preston said. “I thought I told Mom you’re too young for that shit.”

“She says it’s fine,” his sister replied.

“Don’t change the subject,” Kent added. “We got dirt to dish.” He began messing with his own phone, presumably to show off pictures of the new guy, as he shot a look at Preston. “Thought we were going to let you get away with ditching us early on Thanksgiving, didn’t ya?”

“Yeah,” Ellie pouted. “You didn’t even help put up the tree this year.”

“And then all these pics started flooding his feed.”

“How’d you see those? I don’t even have you friended,” Preston said.

“Mom showed us,” Kent said. “Oh yeah.” He turned to the listening officers. “We’re pretty certain the blond really is just a friend.

“They still probably made out or something,” Ellie added

An expression of shock and outrage crossed Preston’s face.

“Yup,” Kent giggled, “they made out.” His sister nodded in agreement. “I wonder if they did it.”

“How the fuck do you even know about that stuff?” Preston said.

“Preston, we’re eleven,” Ellie said, rolling her eyes. “We’re not children anymore.”

“I’ve already had, like, a bajillion girlfriends!”

Frankie noticed the discrete giggles going around the room as he coughed to hide his own chuckle.

“So, back to the new guy,” Kent said.

“We did some research,” Ellie said.

“Don’t you two have anything better to do?” Preston said. “I told Mom y’all have too much free time.”

“He goes by ‘Indie’,” Kent said, as if Preston hadn’t spoken. “Not sure whether it’s short for something, or just something he picked up, but it’s still pretty pretentious, if you ask me.”

“You guys have got to see him!”

“Yeah, seriously not his normal Jersey Shore morons.” Both twins turned their phones for the group to see.

“Holy shit!” Adam Kinney laughed. “You weren’t kiddin’.”

“Fuck,” Kyle Fortenbery said. “It’s like you ran through every gym bro and—what are they called?—the dancers…”

“Go-go boys?” Adam said.

“—And go-go boy in Blacksburg,” Kyle continued, “and had to move on to baggin’ hipsters.”

“Damn, just how tall is he?” Micah Lawrence, one of Preston’s childhood friends, asked. “I mean, Preston isn’t the tallest guy, but he’s not that short, but the man is towering over him!”

“He’s six-foot-six,” Preston said, as if in resignation.

Another young officer, Alliah Johnston, looked at the proffered images and shrugged. “At least this one looks like he has brains.”

Frankie snuck a glance at the admittedly attractive boy standing with Preston and had to agree with Alliah’s assessment. Hell, Preston looked more intelligent just posing next to him. Even the way they posed together was different from Preston’s other guys—none of the silly “seductive” posturing, just a simple grin. However, what really shocked him was the other boy’s appearance. Brightly colored hair and a face full of piercings, and his glasses and suit the only thing keeping him from looking like a druggie.

Just where did Preston meet a guy like that?

“He’s a grad student,” Ellie said. “Studies something, can’t pronounce it. An-th-ero-pol-gee, or whatever. Sounds balıkesir escort important.”

“I think it’s pronounced un-em-ploy-ment,” Adam said, disdainfully. “But, still makes him sound pretty smart.”

“We tried to read some of the articles he published,” Kent said. “But they had too many big words, and we got bored.”

Ellie selected another picture to display. “They look pretty cozy here.”

“They look really ‘cozy’ in this one,” Kent said, showing off a different image on his own phone. He turned to their older brother. “So, is he your boyfriend?”

“No, we’re just friends,” Preston said. “Not like it’s any of your business.”

“Oh, so he’s a fuck buddy,” Ellie chirped. Half the room, Preston and Frankie included, choked on their drinks.

“Where the hell did you learn that word?!” Preston damn near screeched.

Ellie and Kent shrugged. “Around,” Kent answered. “So is he?”

“That’s none of your business.” Preston’s face turned red.

“He is,” Ellie said with a nod. “Do you want him to be your boyfriend?”

“That’s also none of your business.” His face became even redder. The three siblings had drawn a larger crowd, yet remained oblivious to the quiet chuckles around them.

“He does,” Kent declared. “Are you going to ask Indie to be your boyfriend?”

Preston’s only response was to slap his forehead and drag his hand down his face. He downed the rest of his drink before he turned around and tried to escape. The twins trailed behind, badgering him with more questions.

“You want to ask him, dontcha?

“Do you think he’ll say yes?”

“Do you like him?”

“Do you think he likes you?”

“Are you in looooooooooooooooove with Indie?”

“Do you think he’s in looooooooooooooooove with you?”

“You gonna move in with him?”

“Are you gonna marry him?”

“Will you get matching piercings instead of wedding rings?”

“Who’ll be the bride?”

“Duh, Preston ’cause he’s shorter!”

“Think he’ll wear a dress then?”

Frankie knew that at some point, poor Preston would crack and tell them (mostly) everything they wanted to know. If only Frankie could find someone like that to do interrogations, Rountree would solve every crime in no time. Preston stalked away (possibly to find Joe and Kate to demand that his parents make his brother and sister go to bed), and the party carried on as usual.

Frankie refilled his Christmas beer stein, the one he brought every year. Most other attendees had their own favorite mug or glass they brought to the celebration as it had become another one of the traditions that had cropped up over the decades since PK and Cindy began throwing Christmas parties for their friends.

Every member of the Finnegan extended family knew to keep the 23rd free, no invitation needed (although, they were sent without fail). Same day, same time, same place, and everyone knew what to bring—how could you ring in the holiday without Cindy’s eggnog, or the berry cobblers the former Mayor and his wife always made, or Lt. Harris’ chestnut soup, or any number of holiday favorites? The Finnegan Family Christmas Party was practically on the Rountree community calendar, pictures would be in the city paper the following day, and guests would joke about PK’s white elephant party gifts for weeks.

Even Jamie’s passing couldn’t prevent the annual event. That year, Frankie had worked hard to convince his longtime mentor and friend of the importance of keeping tradition, especially when losing someone as special as Jamie. Everyone loved Jamie (of course, everyone admired PK and adored Preston—charisma and charm seemed to be ingrained deeply within the Finnegan genetic code), and everyone missed him, but shutting themselves off from the world would only make the hurt worse. And more than anything, Preston needed his extended family to fill the hole his father had left. The event had been more somber that year, but Frankie was sure it had cut years off their mourning process, especially for Preston. The lively college student mingling with the crowd and playing with his inquisitive half-siblings was a far cry from the inconsolable and screaming four-year-old the Frankie had to carry out of the funeral because there really isn’t a good way to explain to a child that he wouldn’t see his daddy again.

Frankie observed Preston as he routed Kent and Ellie, freeing him to socialize once more, even if it meant more friendly ribbing from the officers and friends who’d been in the group.

Preston had taught a few of those officers a very hard lesson about underestimating their opponent, and many still got flack from their coworkers for getting their asses handed to them by a little teenaged gay cheerleader (who also just happened to practice two different forms of martial arts). Frankie remembered the racket from when Preston threw and pinned Adam Kinney, and then rubbed salt in the wounds by telling him that he didn’t need to worry because “gay men can’t stand the taste of pussy”. He called Kinney “Officer Pussycat” for the rest of the year.

That little incident had probably done more to win the hearts of the City of Rountree Police Department than any of the anti-discrimination policies PK and Frankie had instituted over the years since Preston came out.

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!

Chapter 2 Boy Meets Llama

I only held the card up to the white light of the windshield for an instant and of course that’s when the llama appeared. I never did find out whose llama it was, or where it went after I hit it doing about 45 mph. The beast ran off.

I wasn’t as lucky.

Fuzzy llama karma– Next thing I remember, I was taking baby steps in a yellowed hospital gown with my ass sticking out, being lead by a pretty student nurse. The words “gotta piss bad” fall out of my mouth. I remember, I should be embarrassed. I stopped, reached around and clutched the draft together. I flashed-back to five years ago, snapping the shower curtain shut with my sister’s face screaming, ‘don’t use all the hot water.’

I suddenly I didn’t feel the urge to pee anymore. I asked how long I’ve been here, and the cute nurse scratched her nose and said, “Three days.”

Three days gone. A blank. Nothing. I was cold. So cold. The IV leaking into my veins, chilled like ice. Each step shot pain up my leg into my chest. Every breath felt like a long sharp needle driven into my right lung. All this because I was just going to read a little bit of the card.

“Sit down–” I moaned. “I need to sit.” My confused, pained face tells the student nurse she’d better get someone who knows more than her.

As I tried to find comfort on the rock hard bed, my head throbbed more. I learned the rest of my story from the big night nurse named Bernice who the student nurse corralled to take care of me and tell me of my plight. Bernice was one of those employees who made it their business to know everything about everybody. She knew about Lenny, the night watchman, who took home McCall’s Magazines on the sly to his mom. She knew about Jill, the dietitian, who ate off the patients’ trays.

In her big deep voice, she told me I’ve been talking like a drunk to a bartender ever since I got here, and how happy she was to fill my glass. I confided about my parents and my family, about their death. Apparently, I told her about my boyfriend.

I corrected her, saying, “Don’t you mean my girlfriend?” She winked at me. Not her, too.

She must have meant Sid. He did have a habit of making sweet puppy dog eyes at me. So what if he has a crush. He has always been the cuddly type– touchy, feely. And I’ve always been a lot like that myself. Can I help it if I’m affectionate? I could see how Bernice might get the wrong impression.

I decided I’m a bit scared of her. She could easily beat me up. The way she just tossed me on my side to move my pillow like I was some twig. She could be dangerous if she wanted to be although I think she liked me enough to not snap me in half. Then she made some comment about “having lots of gay friends.”

I said to her, “But I’m not gay.”

She winked at me again and said, “Sure you aren’t, hon. And that wasn’t your boyfriend here visiting you either.” I don’t bother to argue with her about this. I decided, better to ignore her. I asked her to tell me what happened the night of the accident , and she gladly told me.

Seemed I knocked on a farmer’s door, and he refused to let me in. Bernice said I gave a wonderful performance of Old MacDonald peeking through his moldy door curtains then pinching them shut. The farmer called the ambulance. Can’t say as I blamed him for not letting me in. Most people don’t go knockin’ with blood all over their shirt and pants unless they’re in some bad B film with a guy in a hockey mask close behind.

Bernice told me I kept saying, “damn prick, damn prick.” She gave me a lecture, “You need to be more forgiving. You have no room to judge others.” She must have thought I needed religion or something. Then I realized she thought I was referring to the farmer, not the thorn pricking my finger. Shit, that thorn hurt more than my concussion and the punctured lung together.

Bernice said I nagged her along with every nurse and half the orderlies on the floor for a mirror. At first they’d either get me a mirror or take me to the bathroom to show me my reflection. Later, tired of my requests, they ignored me. bayburt escort Still, I kept repeating, “Is my nose broken?”

I didn’t feel the sharp pain in my head until then; I never knew a person had to recall pain like they recall a memory. I reached for my nose and a slicing pain shot through my skull. I asked her if it was broken. The nurse said no– “but you look like shit.” I didn’t know nurses on duty were allowed to cuss, but who was gonna stop her?

“My head hurts. Do you think I could get something for this raging headache?” I asked her.

That’s when I got lecture number two from Big Nurse Bernice on the evils of drugs. She assumed for some reason that I was under the dark influence of some illegal substance at the time of my accident. She said I came into the emergency room babbling about ‘A llama, Glenda the Good Witch and Rock Hudson,’ and in ‘A highly agitated state.’ Shit, I felt agitated right then, but not because I was strung out.

I did remember the llama and Glenda. Vaguely. North by Northwest, but that was Cary Grant not Rock.

Bernice went to get the doctor on call. He came in to check on me– his name was Dr. Doctor. I started to laugh. Was I in some Marx Brother’s film? He read over my charts, wondering why I’m giggling. I flashed to Groucho with a cigar, ‘Either this man is dead, or my watch has stopped.’

Dr. Doctor told me I was in shock– No shit, I think. Wonder why I’m laughing like an idiot? Flying twenty feet out the windshield into a row of trees might scramble your brain, too.

He explained I should get a ticket for not wearing a seatbelt. Who was he, Ralph Nader? I thought, what’s going on here? First I’m lectured by Bernice the nurse on the evils of drugs and now Dr. Doctor on proper seat restraints. Weren’t these health professionals? So, was I unsafe at any speed? My mind saw in some skewed way, I was fortunate. Bernice told me about my car– landing upside down in the river bed after going down the ravine. My poor dead Mustang’s top, crushed down into the driver’s seat. My car was most likely totaled. If I hadn’t gone out the windshield, I might have been totaled, too.

Then there was the cost of replacing or repairing my car. My head hurt more. How much would that cost on top of my hospital bills?

Money. And lack of it. So the next question to the doctor was how long much longer I had to stay. He was noncommittal– “A few more days,” he said, shrugging. After all, he was a doctor– probably owned a two-hundred thousand dollar house at least. He wouldn’t be concerned. Keeping me and my sore body in the hospital lined his pockets, but it was costing me. My deductible was high, but when I worked for eight-ninety-five an hour at a greenhouse, I guess I should count myself lucky to have any insurance at all. After Dr. Doctor left, I was alone in my room. I still got no peace. Taking a simple breath hurt. My finger throbbed– I imagined I was Giovanni, in Rappaccini’s Daughter, and the thorn like some poison coursing through my veins. I decided sleep was the only answer, but the cold streak of pain refused to fade. I pressed the call button and begged for “good” drugs so I could sleep.

Bernice was kind. She gave me a shot in my IV.

I woke, and my IV was gone. It was morning. The nurse on duty told me they were sending me home– but only after a psychologist visited me to talk to me about my drug problem.

What the fuck was this? I had no drug problem. But I was too tired and in too much pain to argue with the prim little psychologist who flitted into my room. I just sat, listened and answered her questions about my ‘so called’ problem. I was fine with it all until she asked me what drug I’d taken the night of the accident because toxicology said the substance in my system was “unknown.” I looked at her– some washed-up preppy wanna-be do-gooder trying to feel my pain– and thought, God, I guess there’s a place in the world for women like this. Just not in my world. Especially not today.

“Listen,” I said. “I don’t take drugs. bartın escort I admit I’ve smoked pot before, but not in a while. That day I was working and on a delivery. I was straight.”

My eye twitched when I said the word straight.

She scratched something down on her little note pad, and I heard her mumble “taking drugs at work.” I frowned. She looked up.

“The first step is admitting you have a problem,” she said.

I groaned. Silence. She was waiting for me to either have some epiphany, rant or crack. I didn’t give. I could wait as long as she could. Maybe. I stared up at the clock on the wall.

But I decided I wanted to go home. So I simply said, “I have no drug problem. I didn’t take any drugs.” I held my mouth firm. At least I hoped it looked firm to her, so she’d bug off. She wrote a bit more on her prissy pad and wrinkled her nose one more time.

“Have it your way, Mr. Grant,” she said to me all righteous-like, then left my room. I picked up the phone to call for a ride, hoping Lynn was home. The phone rang and rang. Lynn hadn’t left her machine on, so I tried her cell phone. No answer either. I tried each of the guys from the band, one by one. All either were working or not able to pick me up. My list of friends grew shorter and shorter. I looked at the prescription in my hand for pain killer and wondered why they’re sending me home so soon, but they always send you home early when you belong to an HMO and your insurance sucks.

I resorted to calling Alan. He couldn’t or wouldn’t take me home, but he told me Sid would be glad to.

I didn’t want Sid to, and I couldn’t say why. Well, yes maybe I could say why, but I wasn’t gay no matter how beautiful a man he was. Or that he was kind to small animals and children. Or that his nose looked cute when it twitched. I wasn’t having those feelings, and I didn’t want Sid to get the wrong idea about me.

I sat feeling sorry for myself because I had no friends to take me home. I didn’t want to wait so I called Yellow Cab.

I called a nurse who helped me find my clothes. She took me for a ride in the wheelchair, down to the lonely lobby. I waited for the taxi in the front of the hospital like some invalid. I thought, what no goodbye from Bernice? The strange nurse handed me my flowers I got, making me feel more rejected than I already was. You’d expect from working at a flower shop, I’d get lots of people sending me flowers. Hell, no.

Two stinking deliveries? I felt bitter. I worked in a flower shop because I liked flowers. Maybe some guys would feel offended by getting them. Not me.

I held onto the planter I with my good hand– a gift from the band. The card read, “Get Well Soon” with all their names on it– none of them in their own handwriting. I held an arrangement of a dozen red carnations steady between my legs. At least the staff at Keller’s all signed their names– even Alan.

The cab pulled up, and I struggled in. What little cash I had left in my wallet, I ended up handing to the driver. I felt even more pitiful.

I got home, and I found more flowers sitting inside my enclosed porch– Alan, what a lazy son of a bitch. Couldn’t even wait to give them to me in person.

Man I hurt when I kneeled to pick the suckers up– three yellow roses in a bud vase with no card attached. Stupid Alan probably lost the card. Then I remembered I needed to tell Mr. Keller about the sick roses. I didn’t really need to tell him about the “misplaced” card. I couldn’t remember what happened to it; what it said, or if I read it even after all the agony the card had cost me.

All I remembered was the card, the light, and the llama.

Why did the llama cross the road? To get to its llama mama.

What sounds do llama’s make when struck by a car going 45? Snap, crackle and pop.

Now, this haunted bud vase minus one card? Shit. Then I remembered– my beloved guitar was in the backseat! Save me from myself! Must be it was bad Karma trying to read a customer’s card. Probably bad Karma sent directly ığdır escort from the Dali Llama himself. Not that I haven’t been guilty of reading a card before (or any of my compatriots either), but one punctured lung, two black eyes, my dead Mustang and one hell of a head ache seemed a high enough price… Not my guitar, too! And look– my finger was festering. Instant Karma gonna get you… Well, maybe I’d shine on, but it’d have to be later.

Right now I had to go puke.

——————

I had a few visitors that week. Lynn came by after stopping at the hospital and finding out I was discharged. She made me lunch. Some of the guys from the band came over with Bud Lites, but I didn’t think mixing my pain killers with beer was a good idea. So much for my ‘drug’ addiction. I called Keller on Friday and told him I thought I could come back to work Monday. I also thought I should pass on the info about about Mrs. Lancaster’s roses.

Then there were the flowers with no card.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to know who they were from– three yellow roses. The same as my delivery that day. Was this some kind of sick joke?

When I accused Alan of losing the card, Mr. Keller got all weird and put Alan on the phone. Couldn’t Keller just look up the order and tell me what the card said?

I heard him in the background on the canned intercom calling Alan out of the greenhouses to the workroom.

“What’s up, Wes?” he asked.

“Where is the card to the roses I got?” I asked. “There isn’t a card. Who are they from?”

“I’m not supposed to say.”

I think I knew.

“The flowers aren’t from me,” Alan said. “Although you do have a nice ass. If you’re worried about the secret admirer from the bar the other night, sorry to disappoint you. It ain’t him.”

That was me. Three yellow roses in a vase and an over-active imagination.

“What’s the big secret then?”

“Wes has a boyfriend!” Alan teased. “And I’m not telling who. I promised him I wouldn’t say.”

“Him? Fuck. Very funny Alan. Stop with the fag jokes. I’m sick of them.” I waited for an answer. “Well, who then? It’s not like we have so many mutual friends. I’m really not up for your crap. I had an accident, remember? Unlike some people, who will remain nameless that have unreal accidents and make others do their work for them. You know– and then suffer because of it…”

“Is this some type of guilt trip?”

“No, blackmail. How would you like me to tell Keller about…”

“All right,” he interrupted. “Sid sent them, ok? So, he likes you. Is that a big surprise?”

“Sid? Shit. No,” I held my head; it started to pound. I need more Vicodine. “He knows I’m straight.”

“He didn’t want you to get the wrong idea, you know– ’cause you’re friends and all,” Alan paused. “Wow, Wes. I’m sorry. I’m just having fun with you. I was telling Sid about what happened before the accident– about the delivery. I guess I do feel guilty. Fuck. I sent the flowers.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I’m not sure if you mean it, or you’re just messing with me more.”

“Well, I’m sorry,” Alan said. ” Gimme a break. Like I was saying, I told Sid, and he felt bad. He told you that when he came up to the hospital.”

“I don’t remember Sid visiting me,” I said. “But I don’t remember much right after the accident.”

Bernice seem to think my boyfriend visited me. Must have been Sid…

“You know he’s gonna be pissed at me for telling you.”

“Telling me what?” I asked.

“Shit. I didn’t tell you. Well, don’t tell him.” So, Sid did send the flowers. I knew it was too thoughtful for Alan to have done.

“I won’t tell.” Truth was, I was pretty sure Sid had a crush on me. I’d been wondering about it for sometime.

“You know, he probably did want you to find out,” Alan said. “Do you think he’d really trust me with a real secret? Someday you’ll figure it out. Everyone in the world has, but you.”

“Figure out what?” I asked.

“Wes,” Alan whispered. “You are gay.”

That was it. I hollered into the receiver: “I don’t like guys’ hairy assholes.” Then punctuated it with: “Fuck you.”

“Told ya!” Alan taunted. “I’m irresistible. Sorry, can’t have me. I am straight– as much as you might want me. I gotta go. Need to finish watering the back houses,” Alan paused. “Hope you feel better soon.”

“You readin’ that off a card it the shop?” I shouted.

“Have a nice day!”

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.

When the freight elevator reached the second floor, the second door of the elevator opened. Cody and Valentine stepped inside the new room, vigilant of the surroundings and watching for traps. The freight elevator closed behind them, locking them inside the new room.

The room was pretty small and one-sided. It was about 5 by 5 meters in size and lit up by TL lights. There was a closed steel door on the other side of the room with a large monitor screen next to it. Cody looked to his left and saw another freight elevator door. Besides two cameras in the corners of the room, it was empty.

Cody and Valentine had no idea what to do here yet. At that moment, the other freight elevator door opened. Jake and Andy stepped inside the room, smiling brightly to see that their friends were alright.

After greeting each other with pats on the shoulders and some hugs, the guys caught up. “Oh yeah, baby! Where in the lead again!” Cody said when he looked at Andy’s blue collar that portrayed the number ‘1256’.

“Please, just dumb luck!” Jake said looking at the red collar of Valentine. The number ‘1259’ was to be seen. “We just have to put our back into it a little and we will be back on top.” Jake said cockily.

“How quickly did you figure out which element belonged with which portrait?” Cody asked.

Jake and Andy looked at each other confused. “Elements? No, we had some different puzzles. We had to take our pictures while we were in sex positions.” Jake said.

“Sounds like you had it easy.” Valentine said. “We had to take another obstacle course. I would like to be in some sex position as well if it earned us some extra points.” Valentine chuckled in defense.

Cody blushed, imagining Valentine and him laying on a soft, comfy bed, doing sex positions in front of a camera. He peeked at his buddy, his body muscled, sweaty, hairy. As much as he hated to admit it, the longer he stayed in this escape room, the more he longed for Valentine, or Jake and Andy for that matter.

“Hey, we had to take an obstacle course too!” Andy said, standing up for their team. “We had to fuck some literal trap holes. Find a path over some weird electrified…Romanian numbered tiles.” Andy said. Jake rolled his eyes but was amused by Andy’s competitive spirit.

Despite that Andy was sometimes so dimwitted, Jake admitted that he wanted to be with no one else to win this game. He looked at his larger friend, his sweaty blonde curls, his hairy muscled chest flexing, Andy’s cute smile, and his confident pose. A wry smile appeared on Jake’s face as well when he looked at his best buddy, having to admit that doing all of this wasn’t even that bad.

After the guys had talked for a little while, a microphone was activated and the distorted voice was to be heard again. “Good job on your last tasks guys, and welcome to the second floor. Here some new challenges will wait for you.”

The four guys walked forward towards the steel door. Figuring that it would open soon and they would see some instructions on the monitor. “The first floor was mainly…the beginning of the match. Right now, on this floor, you have to…work with your football team to advance.” the voice said.

The guys looked at each other confused. Did they need to work as a team this time? Was it some other riddle? “What do you mean by that?” Jake asked, both uncertain and a little worried.

“Yeah, do we have to work together? I thought we were competing?” Valentine asked.

“Look at the following video fragments, it might clear things up for you.” the voice said. With that, the monitor activated.

The 4 guys watched curiously at the monitor. For the first seconds, nothing was happening, the image was black, although there were some sounds in the background.

Jake gasped when he heard his voice on the monitor. It seemed that these guys had a hidden camera again somewhere. “Hey guys, look what came into the mail!” Jake’s voice sounded on the monitor.

“What is it?!” Andy’s voice asked somewhere in the distance.

“A pizza! There is a note, it says it’s from a fan.” Jake said. At that moment, a bright light came into the monitor, and the camera moved backward. Jake and Andy looked at each other almost frightened, realizing that there had been a hidden camera in the pizza box they received.

Though the real shock came when they looked back at the monitor screen. Besides Andy and Jake, they saw more of their team members. They saw Brad Jackson, Owen Thompson, Dylan Adams, Damian Miller, and Juan Chavez. This was in their dormitory.

“Ah, hell yeah, pepperoni, my favorite!” Dylan said, looking hungry to the steaming pizza in the box.

“Who did you say it was from?” Juan asked, sipping from a beer bottle.

“No idea, there was a note with it.” Jake said, “But it just says: To the quarterbacks of The Blue Buffalo’s, may this be some kind of a reward for the last match. Love, a fan.” Jake said, reading the note.

“Well, would be a waste to leave it getting cold.” Dylan said kütahya escort while he grabbed a slice.

“Hey what are you doing?” Andy asked Dylan. “The note said to the quarterbacks.” he chuckled, giving Dylan a shove.

“Oh relax. It also said that it would be a reward for the last match. And we all played didn’t we.” Dylan? said teasingly.

Clearly, the pizza brightened the mood for the guys in the room. Everybody joked and chuckled while diving their hands into the box like hungry animals.

The video stopped and static was shown. Andy and Jake kept quiet and were thinking hard to recall this moment. Indeed, these five guys had been with them in the dormitory the other night. So weird that they hadn’t thought of this before.

At that moment another video started. The beginning was the same as the first one. Nothing to be seen, but some sounds in the background.

“Hey guys! Surprise!” Valentine’s voice sounded.

“PIZZA!!” a shout sounded. Valentine and Cody recognized the voice of Brandon Wilson.

The box was being opened and with it, the hidden camera moved backward to get a view of the room. Valentine and Cody paid close attention to who was in the room with them because also they started to remember that some of their teammates came over. They had seen and heard Brandon Wilson already. There was also Marcos Hernandez, Simon Harris, Brent Walker, and Seth Tyson. Valentine and Cody also came into view themselves. This was in their dormitory as well.

“Who is it from?” Cody asked Valentine.

Valentine shrugged. “No idea, there was a note with it that said: To the quarterbacks of The Red Tigers, may this be some kind of a reward for the last match. Love, a fan.” he said.

“What girl did you fuck to get this kind of reward Valentine?!” Brent asked while putting down his beer and grabbing a slice of pizza.

Valentine chuckled. “Please, if they are going to express their gratitude in food, we’re gonna need a whole army to eat it all.” he said while he placed himself in a chair. “Hey, throw me a slice!” he said.

The guys were having a good time with the little present that they had received. All of them ate a slice or two, drank some beer, and laughed. Not knowing what they had gotten themselves into already.

The video ended, and nobody said a thing. All 4 the guys let the thought sink in that they had been filmed. “This is getting ridiculous! Who do these guys think they are? FBI!?” Jake asked.

“Damn right! Just videotaping us like that? In our own dormitory’s for fuck sake!” Valentine screamed.

“Ever heard of privacy laws, you perverts!?” Andy screamed to the camera.

The three of them were arguing and trash talking a bit more. Cody kept quiet and was thinking, he seemed to be the only one who knew the meaning of all of this.

“The pizza was drugged.” Cody spoke softly.

The guys kept quiet and looked at him. “Well, thank you, but we kinda knew that already,” Andy said sarcastically.

“No, arrgh! think about it!” Cody said a bit louder. “Our teammates were with us! If they ate from the same drugged pizza as we did…”

The guys fell quiet and looked at each other, the message seemed to sink in.

“You’re…not saying that…” Jake stuttered frightened as he looked at the steel door in front of them. The other guys aimed their gaze at the closed door as well, growing more anxious and curious what would be behind it.

With a loud noise, the steel door unlocked and opened, revealing a dark room. The guys didn’t move a muscle and looked inside the room, careful not to walk into any surprises.

Only when Jake and Andy heard a familiar voice say, “Hey, Who is there!?” they broke.

“OWEN!” Jake screamed and ran inside the room, followed by Andy, Valentine, and Cody.

The door closed behind them, and the lights went on, illuminating the room with a bright TL light. The guys covered their eyes for a second from the bright light. When they were used to the light, they looked around the room.

The first thing that they noticed was two bedsprings, standing upright in the room, facing the entry door. The bedsprings seemed to consist of several metal bars, and stood on metal legs that supported it from behind. One bedspring on the left side and one on the right, they stood about 4 meters apart from each other. 2 guys had been bound to the bedsprings. The guys wore the same wristbands and ankle bands around their arms and legs. They were both bound in a spread-eagle position, and both of them were completely naked.

“JAKE, ANDY! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” The guy on the left screamed. This guy was Owen Thompson. A player from the Blue Buffalo’s and teammate to Andy and Jake. Owen was about 5,7 feet in height, he had short blonde blow-dried hair and green eyes. A firm, chiseled, clean shaved jaw gave him a very stern and tough look.

His body was pretty impressive as well, muscled and tanned. A large bulky chest malatya escort with rock hard muscles with a bit of hair on his chest. Well-formed abs, large upper arms, and rather large hands. His legs were in a more elegant, lean muscled form, but they looked no less powerful. Although, despite his physical strength, he seemed unable to break free from his bondage.

It was noticeable that Owen had a hard one as well, standing between his legs like a rock. It was 8 inches long, beautifully tanned, and thick. The only explanation for him having an erection in this condition would be that he had been fed viagra as well.

Cody and Valentine hurried to the other bed spring where another guy was bound to. It was Brent Walker, one of their team members. “Guys! What’s going on?! Please get me off this thing!” Brent yelled.

“Ow shit Brent! Just hold on buddy!” Valentine screamed as he ran towards his teammate followed by Cody.

Brent was not as tall or bulky as your average football player, though he still looked impressive. He was around 5,5 feet in height. He had short, gelled up black hair, brown eyes, and a short, trimmed beard covering his cheeks and jawline.

He was lean muscled, one could definitely see he was doing sports and exercise. His chest was decently built and he had some well-formed, beautiful abs. With a little trail of short black hair running over his chest, onto his abs, ending near his belly button.

Brent’s arms and legs were in good shape and muscled due to the many practices and football matches he had participated in. Like Owen, Brent was also shamelessly naked and erect, although it seemed by drugs. Brent had about 7,5 inches of uncut meat in between his legs, dripping with sweat and precum.

Andy and Jake tried to free Owen the best they could, as did Cody and Valentine with Brent. But it was of no use, the bracelets around their wrists and ankles were magnetic as well. They held the two guys firmly in place against the bedspring. When the guys looked closer, they saw that both Owen and Brent also wore small metal Cockring, like the ones they were wearing.

“AAHH! STOP! You’re ripping my arm off!” Brent screamed as Valentine desperately tried to get his buddy free.

“It’s no use! Those magnetic locks won’t budge!” Jake said to Andy, who gave it all his strength to free Owen.

Jake and Cody took their time to look around the room a bit more. This room was about 6 by 6 meters. There were two metal doors on the other side, both standing 3 meters apart from each other. On Owen’s right and on Brent’s left stood 3 metal boxes against the wall. There was a button on each one, and numbers were written on them. One box had the number ’25’, another ’50’ and the last one ’75’. There were also 2 monitor screens on each side of the room. One on the side of Jake, Andy, and Owen, and the other one on the side of Cody, Valentine, and Brent.

“Guys, what the hell is going on here?!” Owen asked. No answer came for a moment, nobody even knowing where to begin with this.

“You’re not going to believe this but…it’s…it’s an escape room.” Jake said, chuckling at how ridiculous it actually sounded.

“What?! How is this some kind of game!?” Brent screamed, “We woke up here with no idea how we got here, we’re naked and tied up! This isn’t an escape room, this is some perverted kidnapping!”

“Like this didn’t happen to us! We also woke up naked, and with no idea what was going on.” Cody said, as he showed the wristbands around his arms. “We’re being kept hostage here as well!”

Andy showed his collar to Owen and Brent, he made sure that the score was visible for them to see. “They told us it’s a game! We need to compete against each other to get out of here.! he said.

“Who told you?! Why is it a game?! Why are we naked in the first place!? And who is keeping us here anyway!?” Owen asked, becoming more confused than informed.

The 4 guys were keeping quiet, no one really knew how to explain it. They were somewhat relieved that the microphone was being activated again and the distorted voice sounded.

“Well, good to see that you guys are catching up! But we’re afraid that we have to cut this conversation short.” the voice said.

Owen and Brent reacted shocked and surprised by the voice, clearly hearing it for the first time.

“Wow, what the fuck is this!?” Brent gasped.

“You let them go! They have nothing to do with all of this!” Jake screamed to one of the cameras in the corners.

“It’s fine with me if you want to keep the 4 of us as your drugged up guinea pigs. But you can’t force our friends into this!” Valentine yelled.

“Of course we can! And not just with them.” the voice said amused. “And you don’t have to worry about the freedom of your friends. They will be set free…in time.

See, their freedom relies on your progress. If you want to get them out you have to finish the game by our rules.”

“Fuck that! You’ve batman escort crossed the line!” Andy screamed, losing his self-control again. “You’re not keeping our buddy’s here!” Andy tried to grab one of the boxes and throw it at the camera, but they were held in place by powerful magnets. When that didn’t work, Andy searched for other things to get his aggression out on. He tried to free Owen from the bedspring again, but to no avail. After that, he ran towards one of the doors on the other side of the room and tried to push them open.

“If you don’t want to do this, that’s fine Andy.” The voice said, clearly amused by Andy’s desperate attempts. “You guys can do nothing to make a statement if you want. You don’t have to follow our rules and instructions, but then you are on your own. We’re sure that you know the way out Andy, hehehe.” the voice chuckled when Andy pushed as hard as he could on the steel doors.

Andy turned around, furious and burning with anger. “FUCK YOU! FUCKING SICK FAGGOTS! YOU CAN’T…” But before Andy got to finish his sentence, his collar electrocuted him again.

Andy fell on the ground, hissed, and spasmed from the shocks that raged through his body. The other 3 looked worried at him. Owen and Brent screamed in fear, witnessing this for the first time. After a short 10 seconds, the electro torture stopped. Andy gasped for air and stood back up, helped by Jake.

“Now that’s the second time today Andy, bad dog!” the voice said, not intimidated by Andy’s threats. “Well, if you really don’t want to play anymore, we can just go and leave you here…” the voice said.

Jake jumped in front of Andy with his face to the camera. “No, don’t do that! He’ll behave! We will follow the rules!” he said. Scared by the realization that these guys could actually leave them here to starve. “We’ll play, won’t we?!” Jake said, looking at Andy with a deeply serious look.

Andy swallowed his pride, realizing that they had indeed no other choice. He nodded, “Yes, we’ll play.” he said softly.

“That’s what we like to hear.” The voice said. “Now, as with your football matches, you need to rely on your team. Owen and Brent rely on you for their freedom. But you rely on them to advance to the next task.” the voice explained.

The task here is fairly simple…you need to make your teammate cum in order for you to advance.” the voice said.

Brent and Owen gasped with these words, but for the 4 other guys, this was no surprise.

“What the..!?” Owen said.

“Fuck no!” Brent yelled.

Valentine shook his head, not agreeing with the situation either, but seeing that there was no other way. “Face it guys, we have no choice here, and neither do you!” he said loudly. Both Owen and Brent kept their mouth shut, not expecting this attitude at all from Valentine.

“Andy and Jake have to make Owen cum, Cody and Valentine have to do the same to Brent. How that happens is up to you.” The voice explained. “Like you, they have also been fed viagra and some…well…homemade orgasm amplifiers, which might make shooting your load way more intense.” The voice said.

The guys were looking at their tied up teammates, thinking and wondering about this task. Cody couldn’t help it, but he kept looking at Brent’s lean muscled body and rock hard cock. These games were affecting him quite a lot, and Brent just looked so good. He felt his mouth going dry, he licked his lips as he imagined sucking Brent off.

“When the timer starts, you have 750 seconds to do this. Both teams have 3 metal boxes on their sides. In these boxes are some…tools that can help you. However, there will be a price to pay if you want to use them. The numbers on the boxes dictate how many points you will pay to use the tool inside, these will be deducted from your remaining time.” The voice explained. The guys looked at the boxes next to the wall, now they knew what the numbers meant. They figured that they needed to push the button to open it.

“Oh and guys, just a courtesy rule. No hindering each other in the game, but I’m pretty sure you knew that already. Good luck guys!” The voice said, ending the message.

With that, the number ‘750’ appeared on both screens and started counting down. The guys were still a little uncertain in the matter, but seeing that they had no other choice, they went straight to work.

Valentine walked to one of the boxes to open them, hoping to find something useful for this. Cody stopped him however, “No, we just lose points by that.” Cody said.

Valentine looked at him questioning, “Then how do you want to solve this?” he asked.

Cody smirked and closed into Brent, who looked at him with wide surprised eyes. “The old fashioned way.” Cody whispered as he dropped on his knees in front of Brent.

Cody took Brent’s pulsing, warm cock in his hand and put it in his mouth in one go. “Wow sh…Cody what are you doing?!” Brent shouted, trying to get Cody off.

Cody popped Brent’s dick out of his mouth, “Just shut up and enjoy!” he hissed. He continued to suck his teammate off like a madman. Valentine looked at Cody from behind, rather surprised by how eager his friend was with all of this. Also Andy, Jake, and Owen were mesmerized by the sight of Cody dropping to his knees in front of the guy. Brent’s moans and panting filled the room, along with Cody’s sucking sounds.

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.”

Hey everyone! I’m back with the second last episode of the series! Ok, Ok! I know some of you want to throw tomatoes and rotten eggs at me for taking this long and for coming up with a small episode but all I can do for now is apologize.

Anyway, let’s continue with the story for now.

And yeah, keep the mails flowing!

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Episode 6

Pebbles and gravel crunched as Duke’ knees hit the ground, his shoulders drooping low as his head bend forward, chin touching chest.

The gutted remains of mangled metal were all that was left of the BMW. The love of his life lay in a heap of charred scraps, and for the first time in his life, Duke felt he would burst out in tears.

“Totally cooked eh?”

The obvious question was voiced from behind. And Duke felt a flash of anger towards the person who asked him that. Christian. It was because of him he was in this mess in the first place. And it was because of him that he had lost the love of his life, the one he had spent dozens of months saving for.

Duke’s body kneeled slack in front of the still smoking debris, the twisted handlebar jutting out at an odd angle from the sooty heap. The sun had climbed higher in the sky and burned mercilessly upon them. Duke’s head still pounded from the impact it had taken, but all he could think of was his bike, and how he could never zoom off into the horizon with it again.

Pebbles crunched as Christian made his way towards his companion and squatted beside him, putting an arm around shoulders that stiffened instantly.

“C’mon BadgerKing, we can’t stay here much longer.”

Duke’s eyes flashed fire as he looked at Christian. He wanted to say something but his throat seemed suddenly parched. Christian returned his angered look with a look of determination and slowly Duke’s body lost the tension as his gaze dropped downwards.

“Let’s get those Bastards BadgerKing.”

Those words reverberated across Duke’s mind as he wondered if he should get involved in the quagmire any further. Would he ever get out of it all alive? And then he remembered Damien.

No, he could not leave Damien in these people’s hands. He would have to do something. He could not cower and run away now.

Christian slowly raised them both to a standing position as Duke let him.

~~~

“I’m not eating that!”

“And why not?”

Damien folder his arms across his chest as he spoke exasperatedly. “Because it’s not low fat now is it? And I’m sure the coke’s not diet as well. There’s no way all that sinful stuff is going down my throat.”

The poor bodyguard stared helplessly at his demanding prisoner.

“I’m not going back to get more food,” the six foot four inch bodybuilder muttered.

“Aha! And Miss Zelderman is going to find out you’ve been ill-treating your guest!”

The massive hulk of a man stared at the puny man threatening him. Finally he leaned forward to collect the ‘sinful’ cheeseburger and coke that lay on the table in front of Damien, muttering constantly.

“And sweetie, make sure you get a salad with no cheese or mayonnaise and a diet coke this time.”

The door slammed shut as Damien’s guard left the room in a huff.

In another city, another hostage was apparently not being pampered so much.

Vanessa struggled to free herself from the tight wires that bound her wrists, which had by now cut into her hands at places and blood had clotted all along her veins. She lay in a heap on the floor, her feet bound by the same wires as she strived the remove her restraints but all to no effect. Her captors had been professionals themselves after all. They were not ones whose knots would be so easy to untie.

The wooden door of the tiny dingy room she was held in clicked open as the light blinded Vanessa for a few seconds.

“Why Vanessa! Long time no see!”

Vanessa strained her eyes to make out the silhouette of the suited man standing in the narrow entrance, though she knew very well who it was.

“What’s the meaning of this Stevenson? I know we messed your job but the damn thing was rigged. We were being expected at the docks.”

“Oh, the bloody painting’s hardly a concern anymore, other important merchandise has taken priority, and I believe you were accompanying that merchandise.”

“So you’re gonna use this mission’s failure to entrap Christian? That’s dirty Stevenson, but there’s no way you’re getting your hands on him.”

The suited man walked towards the struggling bundle on the floor and squatted besides her. He gently lifted the bright red hair that covered her eyes and breathed softly into her ears.

“What bilecik escort in the world made you think its Christian I want?”

~~~

“You’ve got to be kidding!”

Duke stared at the long bus-cum-truck that stood in front of them. One that housed farm animals and was used to transport them over long distances. The same one that Christian was signaling him to get into.

“No, I’m not. This is our ride to Midbane.”

Duke swallowed as he heard the neighing of a horse from inside the slightly ajar door. Was he to share space with horses all the way to Midbane.

“You boys get in or I’m leaving without ya!”

It was the driver of the lorry. A man with a goblin face and a red cap with his first two teeth missing. And he was peering out of the driver’s window and back at them.

“We’re getting on Al!” Christian shouted back as he pushed Duke towards the door, Duke strongly resisting.

“No way I’m getting on that thing!”

“This is all I could manage for now,” Christian hissed into Duke’s ears. “Besides we don’t have the time to be picky now!”

“Why can’t we just sit up in the front with toothless Al?”

As if on cue a boy’s head popped out of the front window, the same one Al was looking curiously out of, and waved at the two men. Duke immediately realized the resemblance of the youth’s resemblance to Al.

Christian flung the back door of the lorry open as Duke stared in disbelief, standing motionless on the small attached steps that one had to climb in order to get into the back of the lorry.

The inside was partitioned into thin rectangular stalls by wooden pickets, each one housing a horse that barely fit into it. The air was saturated with the musky odor of the beasts, restrained in their wooden encasements to a tight standing position. Hay lay strewn on the floor and visible traces of grain foods and dung could be seen on the floor, remnants of the lorry’s previous occupants that had not properly been scraped off. One of the horses snorted as the two men stood at the entrance.

“No way!” Duke stated firmly, planting his feet on the ground as Christian continued half pushing, half dragging him into the lorry.

“What you afraid of? They won’t bite!” Christian was getting exasperated. “And besides,” he added with a grin, “I don’t think they smell any worse than you!”

Duke scowled as he was forced towards the back of the cramped lorry, towards one of the wooden stalls that was unoccupied, half of it piled with haystacks. He counted 5 horses in total, fitted into five of the stalls, and the sixth stall would apparently be their residence for the ride.

He yelped as Christian shoved him towards the haystack and entered the stall himself. Duke got up hastily and then realized there was no place for them both to be standing as their heads clunked against each other. He crouched nursing his still hurting head as he brushed off the hay from his leather jacket and pants.

“So Black Beauty here is our new neighbor?” Duke motioned towards the horse whose behind was a mere inches from his face in the stall next to theirs. The horse turned his head around as if to see who was referring to him. It glanced at Duke and turned his head back straight, ignoring him.

“Yup, she is!” Christian stated as the lorry roared to life and he held onto the rickety wooden pickets for balance. The horses all shifted in discomfort and whined as the truck turned and steered before it finally reached a steady pace and the motion became stable.

Christian collapsed next to the Duke on the hay bundles.

“Aren’t you thieves supposed to be resourceful?” Duke questioned. “I mean, you’re supposed to have all these contacts and all and all we get to use as transport is some borrowed ride on a truck on its way to Doctor Doolittle’s farm?”

“Resourceful? At a time like this?” Christian sneered. “Definitely not, when my boss has cut me off and turned against me and I have to keep my profile as low as possible, this is the only way out.”

Duke felt the edge of bitterness in Christian’s voice and decided he would have to drop misgivings about the arrangements. He and Christian were both in the same situation after all, and the most he could do was to cooperate. But that hardly meant his taunting attitude towards Christian would stop.

“So a sty, is all the glamorous thief can manage eh?”

“Yes, and this is the humble means of transportation the glamorous hacker must be relegated to.”

“I believe the term is ethical hacker.”

It took a moment for Christian to understand manisa escort the meaning of the term. And he snorted and chuckled as soon as he realized what Duke meant.

“Ethical hacker? My God! That’s a new one, You’re using that to describe yourself?” Christian broke out into fits of laughter. The black stallion next to them neighed as if to join Christian in his ridiculing of Duke.

“And pray tell me Mr. ethical Hacker, what was so damn ethical about the job you did with us? And were there any morals in the FBI server rip job you did? Where were your ethics then?”

“That was an exception, I really needed the money!” Duke mumbled, his face turning a bit red. And then he gathered conviction in his voice. “But I don’t do any overly notorious hacking otherwise. The FBI stint was just a challenge and even there I did not cause any damage to their system.”

Christian shrugged as if he wasn’t listening as Duke continued. “Except a bit of humiliation to the agency that is. But other than that, I mostly do odd jobs here and there which mostly comprise of Technical Security Reviews and Penetration tests.”

“Yeah right.”

“Seriously, you don’t think its all necessary to remind people from time to time that fortunes they spend their entire lives collecting are at a risk of being swiped away right from under their noses? Who does that job then?”

“What in the world are you blabbering about?”

Duke took a deep breath.

“What I’m talking about is that I’m sick and tired of being treated like the worst scum criminal just because my skills lie in hacking. Just because I don’t want to work for some prudish agency that chains me to a desk doesn’t mean that I am no good. I’m good, believe me, but I still get sidelined as notorious scum.”

Christian wanted to interrupt, but he paused when he looked at the serious expression on Duke’s face.

“People hear the term hacker, and immediately brand you as the vilest of all creatures. I mean, we’ve got talents too, and we don’t all use them maliciously in every thing that we do, they’re only as malicious as the next profession.”

“Jesus, you sound like Shylock from Merchant of Venice.”

Duke chose to ignore the comment.

“And you my friend, you yourself are a crook, a person who steals people’s belongings for a living and even you look derogatorily at me. Of course, after all, this two-bit jobless hacker is just worthless scum to be made use of and then thrown away right?”

Christian bit his lower lip as he remembered how he had used some of those terms to describe Duke earlier. He lifted his hand to keep on Duke’s shoulder to reassure him but the latter shrugged it off.

Duke’s face was livid by now. He knew he had lost control and he hated that. He seldom let anyone get under his skin.

“Cool off man.” Christian stated, raising his hand towards Duke once more. This time Duke did not stop him. Christian squeezed his arm.

“I’m sorry I said those things, I shouldn’t have.”

Save the groaning noise of the engine and the cricketing of wooden pickets, no other sound was heard for a few moments. Even Black Beauty looked at the two men, staring at them and trying to assess their feelings.

“I’m sorry, there was no need to say all that.” Duke stated, surprising himself by apologizing. He hardly ever said sorry. It seemed to him he was hardly being himself anymore.

“No, it’s fine, you needed to get that out of your system, and I was asking for it.”

“But I should not have…”

“It’s fine!” Christian stated firmly, silencing Duke by placing his index finger on his lips and then moved his hand around, softly rubbing his cheeks.

Christian’s voice turned soft as he purred, “Now if that’s settled, Let’s finish what we started back there.”

Duke closed his eyes and sighed in response, wondering if it was Christian’s habit to suddenly turn sour arguments into love-making scenarios. Suddenly he lifted his hands to stop Christian’s.

“Should we be doing this now?” There were uncertainties about Damien in the back of Duke’s mind.

“Yes, we should.” Christian stated before he closed in and kissed Duke long and hard. Duke returned the kiss with kindred passion, their tongues dueling as Christian pulled Duke over his own frame, stumbling in the cramped place on the hay as he did. He reached out his hand and pulled down Duke’s jacket zipper, slowly sliding the jacket off his arms, never once breaking the kiss.

Duke groaned as Christian pulled part, only momentarily to slide off his t-shirt and then resumed mersin escort the kiss, his hands roaming around Duke’s back, feeling the muscles move as they ground themselves into one another.

Duke broke contact this time, kissing and sucking on the right side of Christian’s neck, sure to leave his mark. Then he glided down to the celestial torso, with all of its ripples and sinews. Licking and kissing the contours along the chest and abdomen, biting the nipples a little, enjoying Christian’s squirming and moaning as he worshipped his body.

He unzipped Christian’s jeans, his dick immediately slapping against his abdomen. Duke backed of for a moment, once again lost in the beauty that Christian was. The musky scent of horse hides all around, the beautiful body, the hay and Christian’s proximity in the confined stall were turning him on more than ever before.

“So you’re gonna fuck me or just sit there and stare?”

Duke’s face broke into a broad grin as he struggled to get off his leather pants before he went to work on Christian’s jeans, being interrupted only to remove a condom packet from the back of the jeans’ pocket. Duke yelped in the middle when his twisted ankle got caught in the wrong position and Christian immediately shifted to make him more comfortable.

Minutes later Duke was in bliss. Moving gently in and out of the bigger man who was forced down under his weight, the two of them rocking amidst the hay. The swaggering bus added to their movements, adding another dimension of tremors. Duke looked down at Christian’s face to find a look of pure ecstasy, he swooped down, slowing his pistoning movement as he captured Christian’s mouth with his own, kissing ferociously. He ended the kiss to pick up pace.

Black Beauty watched intently for a minute before it chose to leave the two to their privacy.

~~~

The nude forms of two naked men lay in the hay, Duke on top, the moving lorry rocking them gently. A sheen of sweat over their bodies spoke of all the exertions that the two had been engaged in during the past one hour. Duke lay peacefully on top his head resting just below Christian’s shoulder blade. Suddenly he lifted his head to speak to the man under him.

“So how will the poor horses sleep?”

“What?” Christian asked, puzzled at the sudden outburst.

“I mean, there’s hardly any damn place in here. And the poor horses are gonna have to stand during the whole trip to Midbane. Isn’t that kinda mean?”

Christian giggled slowly at that. And then his giggling turned into loud riotous laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

“Are you always so cute after you’ve had sex?”

“What do you mean?”

“Horses can go to sleep standing you dolt! Didn’t you know that?”

“Seriously?”

“Oh My God! I can’t believe you!” Christian stated in between fits of laughter.

Duke’s face turned red in embarrassment “Ok, ok, I get the picture. You can stop laughing now.” Much to his chagrin, Black Beauty joined in with her neighing. Duke had a good mind to pinch the horse’s butt which was not that far above his face but somehow that came across as such a good idea.

“Ha ha. Very funny! You can stop now.”

“It seriously is!” Christian injected in between laughs which were slowly dying down. “And to think you were worried as to how they would sleep!” He wiped the tears that were forming at the corners of his eyes.

Duke hmmphed in disapproval as he tried to ignore the man under him, which was hardly an easy task given their confined space. Christian would cease his laughing to almost a halt and then would crack up again.

Finally the laughing subsided to what Duke thought was a possible ending to the spree.

“So what are we going to do after we reach Midbane?” Duke asked seriously.

Christian swallowed before he answered. “You go ahead to bonnie-chan and I’ll head towards Vanessa.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Are we going to be able to see each other again after that?”

Duke hated saying that. He felt like he was begging. But he needed to know this time.

“I don’t know BadgerKing.” Christian stated softly. “I don’t know.”

~~~

Christian walked up to the iron gate of the colossal iron gate and pressed a button on the stone wall. An embedded screen lit up that would allow him to interact with the occupants inside before they allowed him to enter.

The massive door to the Stevenson mansion swung open almost as soon as the screen lit up. Obviously his arrival was awaited. He walked slowly onto the gravel path as the electronic door creaked and swung close behind him. Apparently there was no need of any digital interaction before he was allowed entry.

He thought about how he had parted with Duke just a little time ago. And he wondered what was going to happen next.

A million questions raced through his head. He knew however that the events coming up next would probably change his life forever.

~~~

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…

All I could remember during the whole dinner was my raging hard-on and me fantasizing about the evening to come. Steve and I had been on a few dates; however, we haven’t had the opportunity to sleep together. We’ve seen movies together, had dinner, and discussed books, but nothing inherently sexual. Both of us had the weekend off and were free from obligations so tonight was naturally a good night for us to take things to the next level. Every few minutes I’d catch myself with an erection while admiring his 6′ figure and caramel colored skin. I couldn’t wait until seeing the contrast of his tall dark body next to my shorter thinner white body.

Dinner was finally over. On the way out of the restaurant he lightly swatted my ass; which promised a fun night. It only got better. He started his car and before he put it in gear he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. The kiss started out soft and playful but became harder and more intense. In my life I’d been fucked by men, I’ve sucked on cocks, and I’ve been sucked off, but I’ve never full blown made out like this. He broke the kiss and told me to wait. He had to drive us back to his place. The drive seemed to take forever. All I could think about was getting close again. I wanted to feel his body and I wanted him to feel mine. bursa escort

Finally we made it to his apartment. He led me to his couch and gently pushed me down; I pulled him down with me. We began kissing again; this time hard and intense from the beginning. I was on my back and he was in top kissing me and running his hands up my back and sides. He kissed my throat which made me moan out loud. My cock was throbbing mercilessly in my jeans. Our cloths had to go. I started pulling his shirt off over his head. I gasped between kisses as I looked at his chest. He didn’t have a lot of hair and his stomach was nicely toned. Not surprising he removed my shirt and started running his fingers up and down my chest and stomach. The feeling of his chest against mine was simply indescribable. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore; I needed to see and feel his cock. I first placed my hand on his crotch to feel his throbbing member. He let out a soft and sexy moan. I unzipped his pants and started pulling them along with his boxers. Immediately I saw his dark 8″ cock pop out. He did the same thing to my pants. We both laid there naked with our cocks standing at attention between our bodies. Kissing another person had never been hotter. çanakkale escort The feeling of a man’s hard cock pressed against your stomach feels unbelievably sexy. I wanted more than naked kissing though. I started playing with his cock. He already had a nice collection of pre-cum dripping on my stomach. As I played with his cock he sat up and pushed of my legs aside and put his finger on my ass hole. He started massaging it as we kissed. Slowly he pressed his index finger in. I replied by pushing my ass towards his finger. When his finger was all the way in he began rubbing my prostate. It felt so good that I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, and dry humping him. I had my arms wrapped around him tight as he fucked me mercilessly with one and soon two fingers. I felt an orgasm build up and my humping got sporadic. Both of our stomachs were slick with pre-cum, happily sliding around. Just as I felt myself peaking he pulled his fingers out.

He got up on his knees and I looked him over. I don’t know if it was love or lust but looking at his dark, chiseled chest, thick arms, and sexy smirk created an almost perfect feeling. Then I noticed his cock. It seemed to grow from all of the excitement; it was slick rize escort and shiny from the mixture of his and my pre-cum, the head was purple, and his entire beautiful cock was throbbing. My ass felt empty and I wanted him to fill it. He moved forward and placed his cock at the now gaping entrance to my rectum. I winced in pain as the head of his cock popped in, but I wanted his entire length. He slowly fucked me with just an inch of his cock; just until it started feeling good, then two inches, then three. Finally he was using the entire eight inches of his manhood on me. My hands were all over his body, and I was gyrating my hips to his slow, but deliberate fucking. I don’t know how long it went on but we kept touching and kissing. His rhythm changed he would slowly slide out and then quickly thrust and pound his hips against my ass. Each time he did that I let out a moan. Mu cock was rubbing his stomach in such a way that I was building an unstoppable orgasm with each thrust he made. Finally we both hit the point of no return. He started moaning into my ear which set me off. I bit into his shoulder as my cock finally exploded between our slick bodies. My orgasm seemed to go on for minutes. I would shoot a stream each time he would do a power thrust. Just as I bit into him I felt his cock expand and release a torrent of semen into me. He finally emptied himself.

We laid there exhausted covered in sweat and cum. His cock got limp and slid out of my ass. I felt a tickling sensation as his cum started trickling from my anus and pooled between my cheeks.

Since we were so messy we decided to go shower…

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!