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

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

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

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

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

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

Fred

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hurry,” Greg said.

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

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

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

“Are you alright, Nina?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Suck on it,” he told me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My name is Luke,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monday morning, Jamie and DJ woke up in Jamie’s bed, kissed each other good morning, and showered together. They got dressed for school, and roamed into the kitchen where Carl was having coffee and chatting with Karen, while she was preparing breakfast for all of them.

“Good morning boys,” Karen greeted warmly, “Did you both sleep well?”

“Mom,” Jamie answered, “We always sleep well, when we’re together.”

“DJ,” Karen asked, “Does your Dad work today?”

“Yes, Mom, 3 to 9 tonight.”

“I know you two usually stay over at Doug’s on Monday nights, but you get done with classes about 3:00. Why don’t you come back here after class, and I’ll fix you boys a nice dinner, and you can go to DJ’s later.”

Jamie replied, “Today’s going to be a little different. We have that organizational meeting at 5:00 PM at school, and I don’t know what time it will be over. It might be as late as 7:00 or 7:30 when we actually leave campus, and we’ll probably go right to DJ’s.”

“What organizational meeting is that?” Carl asked.

“There are some kids wanting to organize an LGBT club on campus,” Jamie explained, “one of the professors has volunteered to be our advisor. We’re just trying to get it set up.”

“I’m lost,” Carl said, “What is LBT?”

“It’s LGBT, and stands for Lesbian, Gay, Bi-sexual and Transgender, It’s a support and social group for those of us that are not straight, where we can discuss issues, and make friends with other like minded students.”

Karen asked, “Can you define Transgender?”

“Probably not exactly, but, you met our friend Mattie at the party Saturday night, he is an F2M Trans, in his case, he is a boy trapped in a girls body, and when he gets done with everything, including surgery, he will be a man.”

“We like Matt, a lot,” DJ said, “but he has a long road ahead, and he really needs understanding friends, like Jamie and me.”

“So this professor that is going to be the advisor,” Carl asked, “Is he gay?”

“We don’t know,” Jamie replied, “he may just be gay supportive.”

“You know, boys,” Carl said, his eyes a little wet, “I’ve come a long way. I was pretty homophobic, until Jamie came out as gay. I was also somewhat racist, until Jamie fell in love with a certain young black man, that I’ve quickly learned to love and respect. I’m sure I have further to go, and more to learn.”

Jamie, standing up, “Baby, we gotta get out of here or we’ll be late!” Jamie ran back to the bedroom to grab their backpacks.

DJ and Carl both stood up and Carl, wrapping his arms around DJ, “DJ, I’m dead serious when I say I love you, as a son,” and kissed DJ on the cheek.

DJ replied, “Thanks, Dad, and I love you too.” Carl beamed, when DJ called him ‘Dad’, it was like the ultimate display of respect.

Jamie and DJ headed out the door saying, “Bye Mom, Bye Dad.”

Karen yelled out, “Have a good day, and I hope your meeting goes well.”

Karen spoke, “Carl, I’m proud of you, I’m really happy that you have accepted DJ the way you have.”

Carl, hugging his wife, “Babe, you know I can’t lie, DJ has captivated me, how can anyone not love him? He is simply an outstanding young man! I so much enjoy having him around.”

“He’s a charmer,” Karen said, “and in such an innocent way, I knew I liked him, the very first time I met him. It’s no wonder that Jamie fell for him!”

* * * * * * * * * * *

DJ and Jamie are chatting on the way to campus.

“DJ, I’m really proud of my Dad, and very happy at the way he is responding to you. I never dreamed he would love you like he does.”

“He may be just putting on a front, to make you feel better.”

“Nope, I know my Dad, and as I told you a few days ago, what he thinks in his head, comes out of his mouth. He really does love you. He told me, a couple of days ago, that if anything ever happens to Doug, you still have a home, at our house.” DJ smiled.

“Jamie, our English class gets over at three and we have a couple hours to kill before that five o’clock meeting. I wonder if the school will accept my adoption certificate, and get my name changed over?”

“One way to find out is to try it,” Jamie replied, “I think admin closes at 4:00 PM, is Mattie meeting us for lunch?”

“As far as I know, I hope so, I’m kind of anxious to see how that meeting is going to go, and how many students will show up.”

“I suspect there will only be maybe 6 or 8 today, as most of the students won’t even be aware of the club, until after it is actually formed, and we can put out some flyers. I’m wondering what Mr. Finch will be like.”

They pulled into the parking lot at campus about 9:45, and looked around but didn’t see Mattie’s car anywhere, but he might just not be here yet. Once inside, Sandy spotted them and approached them.

“You two are coming to the meeting today aren’t you?” Sandy asked.

“Yeah, we plan to be there,” DJ replied, “Sandy, I got some great news to share with you, if you have a minute.”

“I’ve got about 5 minutes, so hurry.”

“OK, my adoption kastamonu escort was approved, so I have a new name now, Douglas Joseph Kendall, and there’s more, yesterday, the man my Dad has dated for over 20 years proposed, and my Dad said ‘yes’. So not only do I have a father now, that loves me very much, but I’m also going to have an awesome step-dad. I’m so excited I could pee my pants!”

Sandy, laughing, and hugging DJ, “We do have restrooms for that, and I’m so happy for you and your Dad. So your father is gay?”

“Well, he has been my foster father for the last 6 or 7 months, and yes, he is gay. Is Mr. Finch gay?”

“No,” Sandy replied, “he is straight, but he is a strong supporter of Human Rights, and the LGBT community. I gotta run, see you at 5:00, Room 122.”

Mattie hooked up with Jamie and DJ at lunch, and stated he was definitely going to be at the meeting, and had a class at 3:00 but would maybe try to catch up with them in the student lounge between 4 and 5. After their English class finished at 2:50 PM, DJ (and Jamie) headed to Admin, to see if DJ could get his name changed over.

The lady in admin said she could change it over in the system, based on the adoption certificate, but that they needed a copy of the actual Birth Certificate, for the file, as soon as DJ could supply one. She printed him off some copies of the name change document to give to each instructor so they could change it in their registers.

At about 4:45 PM a handful of students filtered into Rm 122. The room did not have desks, as most of them did, but tables, each capable of seating four students. The instructors podium was placed at the right hand end of the room, and faced the ends of the tables, rather than the long sides, so students viewed the instructor and blackboard by looking either to the right or left, depending on which side of the table they sat at.

At 4:55, Sandy walked up and took the podium.

“Hi everybody, and thank you all for coming here today,” Sandy announced, “I have met and talked with most of you within the last 2 or 3 weeks, about forming an LGBT club, or organization here on our campus. In order to be recognized as a legitimate organization, we needed to have an advisor. I contacted at least twenty faculty members, asking them to consider being an advisor for this group, and most turned me down, but finally, our Chemistry professor, Mr. Gordon Finch, accepted the challenge. May I proudly introduce, Mr. Finch.”

This Forty-something year old man, with salt and pepper hair, stepped to the podium.

“Thank you Sandy, Hi kids, let me rephrase that, Good Afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen. You know when somebody gets to be in their Forties, and you are looking at a group of 18 to 25 year olds, you’re all kids to me, so I don’t mean that in a derogatory way. I need to ask a very important question though, is anyone in this room under the age of 18?” There was no response.

“Good. Because of the nature of this organization, it could, at times, allow discussions of a sexual nature, which would be considered inappropriate for anyone under 18 to hear or participate in. We do have a few students on campus that are only 17, and they would be considered too young.”

“Of course,” Finch said, smiling, “the old and wise tell us that “children” under 18 aren’t old enough to know if they might be Lesbian, or Gay or Trans. None of you knew anything about your sexuality back when you were in High School, or before you were at least 18, right?” The room rocked with laughter.

“When Sandy Weaver first approached me, and requested me to possibly become an advisor for this new group, my first response was no, I’m not involving myself with something like this. Then I softened a little, and I told her I would consider it, and that I needed a couple days to think it over.”

“That night, I discussed it with my wife, and we decided I should do it. The next day I phoned Sandy, and asked her if she had found an advisor, and she told me she hadn’t, yet. I told her that she had, and I would do it. I felt kind of bad, when I heard her break down over the phone, and I broke down, my wife had to bring me tissues.”

“So why did I have that change of heart, and decide to take this challenge? There are a few reasons. My wife and I are both active supporters of the Human Rights Campaign Fund, the leading organization for the promotion of Equal Rights, and Marriage Equality. We believe that any person has the right to love and marry who they choose, not what government or society, or religious zealots choose.”

“I probably don’t need to tell you, but I am 100% straight, happily married for almost 20 years, with two wonderful teens in middle and high school. If either of them ever happen to come out as gay, they will be loved just as much as they are today. I do, however, have a couple in my family that are more like some of you.”

“My oldest sister, 15 years my senior, lived with another woman, a “roommate” if you will, and kayseri escort I often stayed with them on weekends, or sometime on spring break or summer vacation. The roommate had a boy, Rusty, that was my age, about 10 years old, so when I was there, I also had a playmate. They had 2 bedrooms, the ladies room and Rusty’s, of course Rusty and I slept together, and thought nothing of it, just 2 boys. Rusty and I slept together a lot, until we were about 16, and it just became ‘too gay’ for either of us.”

“I was curious though, and I started asking questions of my sister. She explained to me, in a way that a 10 year old could understand, about how sometimes girls like girls, and boys like boys, and there is nothing wrong or weird about it, it’s just how some people are. My sister, and her, now, wife have been together for over 35 years, and married for 2. For the record, Rusty has been married to his wife for about 20 years and they have 4 beautiful children. Does that substantiate how children raised in a same sex environment turn out gay?”

“One more quickie, my older brother’s youngest son, Ricky, came out to the family just a few months ago as gay, and he is 13, and still loved by us all, he’s a great kid.”

“I need to tell you, this school has a very strict anti-discrimination policy, which forbids discrimination against Race, Ethnicity, Religion, Gender or Sexual Orientation. Just about two years ago, three male students beat the daylights out of a gay student, put him in the hospital for 2 weeks. All three were permanently expelled, the gay student graduated this past May with high honors. You guys, and girls, are kind of a protected species here. If any of you ever get threatened, or abused, even verbally, report it.”

“I know I took a lot of time up today, but I thought these were things you really needed to know, about me, why I am your advisor, and about school policy. This is your club, how and what you do is your choice, I’m here to assist you and advise you. You guys need to come up with a name for the club, and probably elect some officers. I feel, if the membership is to grow, you need to find a way to promote it, maybe posters, or flyers. I know this group can grow, there are a lot more of your sisters and brothers on this campus, but they don’t know you exist, yet. Sandy has done very well to get this many together for a first meeting, and I’m going to turn this podium back to her and take a seat.”

“You know guys,” Sandy said, “I wanted so much to see this group form, and I was really getting discouraged, unable to find a faculty member willing to be our adviser, and that was an essential element. When Mr. Finch told me he would do it, it was like the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. Yeah, I’d like to think I’m strong, and I did break down, it was like Niagara Falls fell!”

A tall, lanky young man stood up.

“Can we get your name, and what you’d like to say?”

“I’m Phil, and I have a question for the room, what is every college kids’ favorite food?”

At least 7 or 8 voices hollered ‘Pizza!”

“Exactly!” Phil returned, smiling, “So what if we sponsored a pizza party, combined with a membership drive? Only open to LGBT students.”

“How do they prove they are LGBT?” Sandy asked.

“Kiss test. It works like this.”

Phil, walking over to DJ, and motioning him to stand, “What is your name?”

“DJ.”

“I’m Phil, glad to meet you.” And kissed DJ’s lips, and DJ instinctively placed his hand behind Phil’s head and kissed back. Jamie seemed just a tad jealous and tried playing a little tit for tat, walking over to a blue eyed black haired boy.

“What’s your name?” Jamie asked, “I’m Jamie.”

“Bryan,” he answered, and Jamie kissed him on the lips, Bryan closed his eyes and tried to push his tongue into Jamie’s mouth, and Jamie let him, for a few seconds. DJ walked over and grabbed Jamie’s hand, dragging him back to his seat.

“You’re enjoying that too much, baby!” DJ said.

“You enjoyed kissing Phil, too.”

Phil did one more test, walking over to Sandy’s girlfriend, and tried to kiss her. She jumped up, knocking the chair over and yelled, “I don’t kiss boys!”

“Just proving a point,” Phil stated, smirking, “I knew she wouldn’t let me.”

“She’d better not Phil, no telling where your mouth has been!” Sandy retorted, grinning, Okay everybody, we’ve had a little fun the last few minutes, but we need to get serious. In reality, we don’t need to do the Kiss Test. The straight folks aren’t likely to come into an LGBT pizza party, because they don’t want to be guilty of being gay by association.”

“Jamie, you have something to offer?”

“I work at Anthony’s Pizzeria, and we have a party room. He’s gay friendly and, if we had it at the right time I could likely get us a good deal. We can’t do Monday evening cause we’re closed, but how about a Saturday morning, say 11:00 AM?”

“See what you can work out, Jamie, and report back,” Sandy answered, “Since kıbrıs escort we’re just in the beginning stages of organizing, there is so far only about 11 of us, I think we need to concentrate on getting the word out, that we’re here. Is there anyone here that is maybe into graphics, that could possibly design some flyers, or maybe posters?”

“Bryan and I could work on something like that,” Phil stated, “but don’t we kind of need a name for this group?”

“Yes,” Sandy replied, “I’ve been trying to come up with something. I’d like to see something with ‘Rainbow’ in the title, but maybe someone else has a better idea. It’s open right now, ideas anyone? Matt?”

“How about ‘Community Rainbow Alliance’?” Mattie suggested.

“I like that,” one of the girls commented, “It gets the Community in there.”

“Working Together for a better Tomorrow could be a slogan.”

“How does this sound,” Bryan said, ‘Rainbow Alliance, working towards a Better Community.”

Phil added, “And have each letter of the ‘Rainbow Alliance’ in different colors from the Pride flag.”

“What do you think, Mr. Finch?” Sandy asked.

“I like the slogan, as Bryan put it, and I think the Rainbow Alliance part should be like the rainbow spectrum. It’s really up to you guys, it’s your baby.”

“Can we get a show of hands to name our club ‘Rainbow Alliance’?”

Sandy, counting, “Ten out of Eleven, I guess we have a name! Can you two, Phil and Bryan, try to create a couple options for us to look at next week?”

“Yes,” Phil said, “we’ll at least have something, might not be the final.”

“Mattie, you want to say something?”

“Since we don’t really have enough members yet to do an election, and Sandy has worked so hard to get us this far, I’d like to make a motion to install Sandy Weaver as interim coordinator of the Rainbow Alliance.”

“All those in favor, say aye.” A bunch of aye’s were heard.

“All those opposed, nay.” Dead Silence.

“Guys, I really appreciate that vote of confidence, and I will do whatever I can to keep this ball rolling. Next Monday, same time, same place! Y’all have a pleasant week.”

Jamie, while driving to DJ’s house, “You were really jealous of Bryan, weren’t you?”

“Jamie, after all these years, my life is finally coming together. There are two people in my life that really means the world to me, and that is you and Dad. I think I would die if I lost either one of you.”

“DJ, Bryan seems like a pretty nice guy, and he may become a good friend to us, but you have my heart. We were just having a little fun, and besides, I think Bryan and Phil may have something going on.”

The boys stopped at WAWA and picked up some subs, arriving home about 8:00 PM.

* * * * * * * * * * *

I got home about 9:20 Monday evening and found a sub on the table with a note that said ‘we saved this for you, Dad.’ I cannot help but admire how thoughtful these boys are, and realize how much I love them both. I then ate the sub, as I was a bit hungry.

About 10:00 PM I received a phone call from my boyfriend, make that fiancée. I answered.

“Hi baby, what’s up?”

“Doug, I’m due to work at 11:00 and I get off at 7:00 in the morning. I’d like very much to pick you up, about 7:30 and take my fiancée out for breakfast. Just the two of us, would that be cool?”

“Sure, Joe, any particular reason?”

“Yeah, a couple reasons, first I just want to see you, and there are a couple things we need to discuss.”

“I’ll be ready, thanks Joe, and have a good shift.”

I am quite certain the boys are probably in bed. I couldn’t see any light under the door, and quietly opened it a couple of inches.

“Are you boys still awake?” I asked, softly.

“Yeah, Dad, we only went to bed about 10 or 15 minutes ago.” DJ answered.

“Thanks for the sub, and I probably won’t be here when you get up, Joe is taking me out to breakfast about 7:30.”

“Your welcome Dad, and we are quite capable of getting our own breakfast. We hope you and Joe have a good time.” DJ said, “Goodnight Dad.”

“I’m wondering, DJ,” Jamie spoke, “Maybe Joe is going to take Dad ring shopping tomorrow.”

“I hope so, baby, maybe we’ll find out soon, or maybe they want to discuss a wedding date?”

The two boys were already cuddled together, and soon fell asleep. Doug set his alarm for 7:00 AM, and also soon drifted off to sleep.

* * * * * * * * * * *

My alarm went off at 7:00 AM Tuesday and I dragged myself out of bed, knowing my Joe would be here to pick me up soon. I quickly freshened up and shaved in the bathroom, then dressed, casually. I didn’t bother to make coffee this morning, if DJ wants some, he can make it. Joe arrived, and walked in the kitchen door at just about 7:30, still in his police uniform.

Joe, wrapping his arms around me, “You ready, Babe?” and kissed me warmly.

“About as ready as I’ll ever be,” I stated, “I’m a little surprised you’re still in uniform.”

“I didn’t want to waste the time changing, and I didn’t plan on us going to a high class place anyway, Is Denny’s OK?”

“Denny’s is fine,” I replied.

It only took about ten minutes to drive to Denny’s from my house, we walked in and were seated by the hostess, and both order coffee to start. The waitress brought our coffee and took our breakfast orders, which Joe stated were on one check.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leaving Rocky’s room, despite every part of me wanting to fuck his ass again, I stumbled home as if in a dream. The excitement of finally fucking his big ass was coursing through me and, though my body and cock needed sleep, my mind couldn’t switch off.

He actually came while getting fucked, even with my limited experience with men, I knew that was rare for someone’s first time. Then again, he had an ass made to be fucked so perhaps it wasn’t that surprising.

Eventually, sleep came, and because I was exhausted, I didn’t dream of Rocky. Waking up, I was disappointed to realise it was a Sunday. We had agreed that a day off from studying would be best for Rocky. Though my cock was like granite, I managed to resist the urge to beat off.

After having Rocky’s ass, I needed it again and I spent most of the day working on how I could make this a regular thing. I knew his bruise wasn’t going to last long, by Monday he would probably be fine and then I would have no reason to get inside his pants again.

It was getting late in the day when an idea suddenly came to me. All I needed were those test paper answers, and then I could get exactly what I wanted at least until the next test and but that point, I’d either know Rocky was gay and wanted my cock or I would have fucked him so much that both of us would have memories to last a lifetime.

Finding the company that made the tests, I hacked into their website. It really wasn’t hard. I was expecting to do some stalking of the company’s employees’ personal life and guess their personal questions but I decided to try the classic, Admin and Password123. To my surprise, I got in. Finding the test papers, I downloaded them along with the answer sheets.

Printing them out, I logged out and looked over the papers. The questions were insanely easy but they were hard enough to challenge Rocky and I knew he could easily fail the test. It was close to midnight before I finally completed the bits needed for my scheme to work and I went to sleep pleased.

*

The next day I was sitting in the library study room waiting for the man who dominated my dreams to show up. I nervously checked my bag wanting to make sure I had brought the things I would need to hopefully get back inside his tight ass.

Soon Rocky clattered into the room. His thick blonde hair was still wet from his shower and he wore a tighter than usual muscle top and his usual loose shorts. He looked good and instantly my mind went back to Saturday night and his ass.

Dumping his bag on the floor, he slammed a protein shake on the table and took the seat next to me.

“Finally got a delivery of these bad boys! Never felt stronger, but thanks nerd for helping out.” He said, gripping me in a headlock and ruffling my hair.

It was the first time I had been happy to be put in a headlock so he couldn’t see the devastation on my face. I had hoped we could keep up the charade, but it seemed like he genuinely believed cum had protein in it and now he had his shakes, he didn’t need me.

“No problem,” I gasped when he let me free.

Flattening my hair, I slid across a paper. “I thought we would start this week with a test. It’s only ten questions so don’t worry!”

Though he gave me a filthy look, weirdly similar to the look he gave to me when I first asked him to lick my balls, he took the paper and began to answer it.

Soon he finished and handed the paper back. While he had been concentrating, I had spent the time going over my plan. I still didn’t know what to do. Did I really want to take advantage of him again?

Rather than answer my own question, I busied myself answering his test. It took less than a minute to confirm that he had got most of the questions wrong. I had hoped that I would have had an answer to my own question by the time I was finished, but I didn’t.

Finally, Rocky got fed up with waiting and stood up. I saw he had begun to stretch. Whether he knew he was teasing me or not, it seemed that all he was stretching were his legs and ass.

Placing his hands against the wall, Rocky bent one leg forward, letting the other drop back. Dropping his weight, his ass thrust out, straining against his loose shorts straight in my direction. It was the answer I needed.

“Holy shit! You’ve got them all right!” I exclaimed just as he was about to swap legs.

“No fucking way?” he replied surprised.

I made the pretence of looking over the test again before smiling at him. “Yep all right! Here do this one, it’s twenty questions.”

The next ten minutes passed in silence while he worked. I could see his face crease up in concentration. He looked so cute when he did that. He finished and was about to hand it to me when he pulled it back and went back over the questions to correct one.

Throwing his chair back, Rocky went back to stretching, leaving me to mark his paper. I could feel his eyes on me so I pulled out an unrelated textbook to give the impression that I had to check the test properly. Finally, I leaned back and let out an astonished kırklareli escort laugh.

“I don’t believe it. You’ve got everything right! This is amazing!” I smiled at him and got a dumb grin in return.

“I’m getting smarter, nerd!! Watch out,” he hollered and punched my arm.

Pretending that it didn’t hurt. I pulled out a more testing paper.

“I’ve heard of this before but I didn’t think it could actually happen,” I said slowly while shaking my head in disbelief. I definitely would have won an Oscar for this performance, I thought.

“Heard of what, nerd?” Rocky asked, now sitting at the edge of his seat.

“Well, there’s evidence that shows the sperm of a smart person is also smart. So when you took my cum, you actually got smarter. My brains and knowledge transferred to you.”

“Nah! That’s bullshit!” He retorted.

“I mean, I didn’t believe it myself… Tell you what, here’s an advanced test. Trust me, you would never have been able to do this before you took my cum. While you’re doing that I’ll do some research online and show you what I mean.”

Eagerly, he began to do the test allowing me to pull up an article that I had made last night. Knowing what type of person Rocky was like, I had created the article to look like it came from Ladbible, his favourite website.

Though a quick search showed a surprising amount of articles already online about the benefits of eating sperm. There must be a lot of male doctors who needed sucking off, I smirked.

Nearly twenty minutes later and Rocky passed the paper over. He looked tired. Obviously, he had never had to concentrate this hard before. Giving him my phone, I let him read over the articles I had found.

Quickly, I marked it. Though it was multiple choice, he had managed to three right out of forty. A truly low score but rather than tell him that, I shook my head in disbelief.

“Ninety per cent! That’s incredible.” I breathed.

Rocky let out a whoop, “I can’t believe I’m smart! I fucking knew it. I felt cleverer immediately. Man, sperm is so fucking good!”

I picked up my phone and found the fake Ladbible article I had written.

“Ah, it says here that you need to consume it regularly to maintain your IQ.” I sighed and showed him the quote in the article.

“I mean with the amount of sperm you have, it could last long enough for you to pass the test on Friday, but I’m not sure…” I said slowly, with a heavy hint of doubt in my voice.

“Fuck that, nerd! I want your cum now. If it’s going to make me pass this stupid test then I’m going to take all the cum you have!”

“You just said that you didn’t want my cum anymore…”

“Do you want me to beat you up, nerd? I want your cum, and what I want, I get!” He growled.

Just listening to him demanding my cum had made my cock hard yet I pretended to think it over. Gripping my chair, Rocky pushed me away from the desk and looked at me with his big blue eyes.

“You’re going to give me you cum, nerd! I want it filling me up every day, do you understand?!”

“Fine,” I hurriedly said. “But it says here the sperm should be spread about and taken frequently.”

“Well let’s get started now, and then I’ll text you later.”

I smiled at that and nodded my head. “Deal.”

Pulling down my pants, I sat on the table and watched as he took my rock hard cock in his mouth.

All of the excitement of having him demand to suck me off had got me incredibly turned on. I hadn’t cum since I’d fucked his ass on Saturday and I was ready to explode.

Gripping his hair, I pushed deep inside. His tongue lashed around my shaft before he pulled back, with just the tip of my cock in his mouth, he sucked hard.

Looking down, I felt euphoria. I had my muscled sucktoy back, and he was damn good at his job.

I wanted to last longer but he looked so good with my cock splitting his pink lips that I couldn’t hold out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkk!” moaning loudly, I came hard, flooding Rocky’s mouth with thick spunk.

Greedily, he swallowed the lot before sucking hard on my tip to get the last remains of cum.

“Mmmm, I feel smarter already!” He said smacking his lips. “Right, give me some more questions. I’ve got practice in twenty mins.”

Pulling out the test paper he would do on Friday, I passed it to him. I had decided that repetition would be the best way for him to pass the test so I had made several different versions of the paper, all with the same questions just in a different order.

Pretty soon, he had left the room after answering the same questions twice over. I had corrected him on the mistakes and I hoped that it would be enough to help him pass the test on Friday.

*

“What the fuck man?!”

“Shit Colin, I’m sorry.” I apologized.

We were in his room painting our models. Even though I had my glasses on and a magnifying glass, I was still struggling to get the space marine to look good.

“Something must afyon escort be on your mind if you can’t even paint a space marine blue.” Colin sighed, grabbing the marine from me and washing the paint off.

“Is it Rocky? I told you it would be a bad idea to mentor him. He’s so thick, there’s no way he would digest anything you gave him.”

“What was that?!”

“Sounds like he’s rubbing off on you. You can’t even understand what I’m saying.” Colin tutted.

“He’s not that bad. He’s been very willing to receive my knowledge… all of it, so deeply…” I trailed off into a daydream as Rocky’s ass invaded my thoughts.

“You see, you’re turning into an idiot. You best give him everything you have soon before you turn into a dumb jock too!”

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The loud alarm caused both Colin and me to jump, knocking paint over the desk. Cursing, I picked up my phone to see who had interrupted me, while Colin rushed to the kitchen for a cloth.

It was from Rocky and all it said was: ‘Come to the training ground locker room.’

Giddy with excitement, I pulled on a hoodie and left Colin’s room.

“Hey! Where are you going? We still have the tanks to paint!” blurted out a confused Colin.

“I’ve got to go and see a man about dogging…”

“You what?!” Colin yelled but I was out of sight and running across campus to the football stadium. The training facilities were right next to the stadium and luckily there wasn’t anyone inside to question me. Seeing signs for the locker room, I followed them until I was outside the double doors.

Pushing open the door, I saw Rocky, still in his football uniform, doing press-ups on the floor. Seeing his firm muscular ass tense each time he lifted up was enticing and the heavy breathing was very similar to the sound he made when I had started to really fuck his ass.

Deciding that I had stared for long enough, I coughed. Keeping himself in the plank position, he looked over his shoulder at me and raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement.

“I think you’re right, nerd!” He said while resuming his press-ups.

“Your cum must have made me smarter. Even coach said I came up with good plays today.” He said with pride.

Standing up, he towered over me. That wasn’t unusual, he usually dwarfed me but in his uniform, he was even bigger and the fact that I had fucked such a beast turned me on even more.

“That’s awesome, well done Rocky,” I replied, noticing that he smiled in response.

“Yeah, it’s pretty sweet. So I’m going to need some more and I thought that I might as well get some now.” He shrugged.

Looking around the locker room, each player had their own individual area where their kit was hanging up and their name was printed above. It was such a masculine environment and I was about to fuck the alpha male of the group.

“Sounds good to me. I’m pleased you’re taking your studies so seriously.” I said as seriously as I could.

I saw him trying to work out if I was insulting him or praising him. Eventually, he decided that I was complimenting him and he broke out into a wide grin.

“If I realised that it was this easy to make me smart, I would have sucked you off on the first day!”

“If only,” I sighed under my breath, “but we can make up for it now and make you pass that test! Why don’t you come over here and show me what I’ve taught you about sucking cock.”

Rocky looked as if he was going to say something. I doubt he had been talked to like that since Saturday night. Seeing his face soften as he relived the memory of that night, he blushed before getting to his knees.

Walking towards him, I was inches away when his hands came up and pulled my pants down. My cock sprung out, slapping him gently on the forehead. Opening his mouth, he caught the tip and began to suck.

Seeing the heavily muscled linebacker greedily nursing my cock in the middle of his locker room was heavenly. The musky smell of sweat was heavy in the room, taking a deep breath, I inhaled, making my head rush.

“That’s it, you want my cum?” I teased, running my fingers through his thick blonde hair.

He murmured his agreement around my dick before taking more inside. I had definitely taught him well, I thought as I pushed forward.

Soon I was pressing against his throat. I could feel him try to relax. With both my hands holding him, I thrust forward and immediately groaned as I invaded his tight tunnel.

“Fuckkkkk…” I gasped, holding his head against my groin.

I felt his throat constrict around my tip and I let him up, spluttering and coughing. Letting him get his breath back, I looked over his padded shoulders and saw his firm ass clad in his skin-tight white bottoms. Damn, it looked so good.

“You remember the article said that cum needs to spread around…”

Rocky looked up with his big blue eyes still watering from the deep throat. I thought I saw a hint of eagerness from him but he quickly moved lower to take my balls in his amasya escort warm mouth.

“Ohhh yes, that’s good!” I groaned.

My cock was lying across his face, it would have been the perfect profile picture for Grindr. He moved to my other heavy ball and bathed it. He definitely knew how to tease me but I needed his ass again. It had consumed my thoughts since Saturday night.

Pulling away from him, I saw his chin was glistening with spit. Rather than wait for me to say something, he stuck out his tongue and licked from the base of my shaft to the tip.

“Fuckkkk… No! I… I think I need to give you my cum from both directions.”

He stopped licking my cock long enough to look confused.

“Trust me on this. Bend over and grip the bench!” I demanded.

There was no hesitation from Rocky. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on the same bench he would sit on before a game. The tight fabric was at stretching point over his large ass. With almost reverence, I placed a hand on his ass and squeezed.

Hearing him softly groan, I shivered excitedly. My other hand joined the first, massaging and gripping the firm yet soft flesh. I couldn’t wait much longer and judging from the way Rocky thrust his ass towards me, he was definitely ready to be fucked.

Forcing my fingers under his waistband, I rolled the material down to his knees.

“Fuck yes…” I whispered when I saw he was wearing a jockstrap. It was my dream image.

His cheeks were so muscular that his asshole was hidden to me. Pushing his shoulders further down, his large cheeks spread open, finally allowing me to see his tight pink asshole.

Looking around for some lube, my eyes spotted his shower gel left out on the bench as if Rocky had been expecting me to fuck him. Flicking open the top, I poured it all over his exposed ass. With my cock still glistening with his saliva, I gripped then aimed it at his entrance.

Pushing against the clenched muscle, I felt it slowly give, allowing me to sink in, to the sound of a sharp intake of breath from Rocky.

“Yessss…” I groaned.

With his asshole well lubed, I drove inside until I came to a rest against his firm cheeks. Looking up I saw Edwards in large white letters on the back of his jersey, it was a sight that inspired a team but for me, it only inspired lust.

Gripping the elastic of his jockstrap, I began to move in and out of his clenching tunnel. It didn’t take me long to pick up speed, his tight ass relaxed as it got used to my thickness and with the gel coating my length, I could drive in and out easily.

The sound of my hips slapping against his ass filled the room. He was starting to push against me, wanting me to fuck him harder. His moans grew louder and I decided to taunt him.

“Look up at your jersey!” I demanded.

He looked up to see the big number seventy-two and his surname staring back at him.

“The next time you wear that, all you will remember me, is me fucking your ass!”

Rocky groaned.

“When you walk out onto the field, with thousands of people watching and cheering for you, you’ll be thinking of me. As you bend over for the next play, you’ll be wishing you were bending over for my cock!”

“Fuck…” Rocky breathed and the huge muscles on his back and shoulders tensed.

“Tell me what you feel!” I said as I buried myself inside the linebackers ass.

He didn’t respond, which gave me the perfect excuse to do what I had wanted to do since I had first met him, and spank his ass.

Lifting my hand, I brought it down hard. His cheek barely moved but slowly the tanned skin turned red. He cried out, more in surprise than pain, then groaned as the warmth spread through his body.

“Tell me!” I ordered, spanking him after each word.

“I feel your cock inside me… fuck it feels big!” He groaned. “Fucking hell… “

I saw he was looking to the left, following his gaze, I noticed a large mirror on the wall. The sight of his massive, muscular frame bent over with my slim body slamming into him was enough to make both of us cum.

“Holy shitttt!” Rocky’s head shot back as he let out an animalistic grunt. His whole body tensed and his muscles tightened, milking the spunk from me.

“Cumming… fuckkkk” I cried, pushing balls deep inside him, I drenched his ass with cum. Despite cumming hard that morning, I could feel load after load erupt from my cock. With each shot, Rocky moaned blissfully.

With my whole body shuddering from the intense orgasm, I let go of Rocky’s hips and he slumped to the floor, panting.

The sudden coolness of the air made my sensitive cock twitch, dripping gel and cum to the floor. Even though Rocky was a post orgasm mess, I noticed, with satisfaction, that he had made sure that none of my cum escaped his well fucked ass.

Suddenly, my legs felt weak and I stumbled to the bench and heavily sat down. Leaning back, I inhaled and immediately recognised the smell. Looking up, I smiled as I confirmed that I was sitting in Rocky’s area. I knew his body too well now.

A couple of minutes passed before either of us moved. Rocky turned to sit down so he could pull off his shorts and jockstrap. Now on his feet, he took off his shirt and pads, he then had to peel off his compression top giving me an inadvertent strip tease as he wrestled with the skin-tight fabric against his huge pecs.

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

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

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

“Hey,” I replied. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just… Nothing.”

“Are you sure? Can I help you?”

“Only if you change the past.”

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

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

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

“She cheated on you.”

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

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

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

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Showing you how can I help you.”

“Changing me to a gay man?”

“Shut up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For how long?” I asked.

“I.. I don’t know.”

We started to cry. He hugged me.

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

“I love you Jo.”

“I love you too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” replied him.

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.

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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!”