M/M This story contains Bi-and Bi-curious men, if you are not into M/M Sex play then do not read this one.

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Fred laid on his couch, his hard, stiff cock in his hand watching some gay porn. He stroked himself slowly watching the action on the television screen. Just watching two men sucking each other of got his cock rock hard.

He had never in all of his years thought he would be attracted to gay sex, but ever since he had his first real gay experience with his Bi neighbor Ted he had gotten more into it. “Take that cock, yeah suck him.” he said out loud, precum was dribbling down the shaft of his cock. He scooped the precum with his fingers and he put them in his mouth. “Ummm, yummy.” he said enjoying the taste of his own juices. He wondered what Ted’s precum would taste like.

Putting the video on pause he stood up and pulled his boxers and his jeans up and walked to his kitchen, glancing out the window he saw Ted’s car in the driveway across the street. He knew that Ted would be home, he wondered if maybe he could get Ted over on some pretext and see where things went from there.

He remembered that Sunday that Ted, Tyler and himself had sat in Ted’s den watching the races and Ted’s wife had walked in.

That was a day to remember, she was one horny lady and she went to her knees and sucked all of their cocks and fucked them too. He thought back to that day when Ted’s wife was sucking cock and Ted was standing next to him and Ted had reached out and stroked his hard dick. Fred was a little shocked that his friend was bi but on the other hand it excited him.

A couple of weeks later Fred had gotten up the nerve to call Ted and ask if he could come over to talk to him. Once over at Ted’s house one thing had led to another and Ted had ended up sucking Fred’s cock, just what Fred had hoped would happen. Later Ted’s wife Patti had came home early and walked in on them. She had no problem with her husband sucking another man’s cock as long as she knew about it or she could join in.

That was the very first time Fred had taken another man’s cock in his mouth and he loved it. He had only had a taste of Ted’s cock but he had enjoyed it.

Now he wanted to really experience sucking another man’s hard, throbbing dick, without anyone else being around. Oh he liked Ted’s wife Patti, she was great but he wanted this first time that he sucked cock to be private. He was nervous but also excited. He hoped that Ted could drop over for a little while, just so that he could approach Ted with the idea.

If Ted was like any other man he would not turn down a blow job from a man or a woman.

He was glad to know that Ted was home, he went back into the living room and picked up his phone, finding Ted’s number he dialed his number.

“Hello?” Ted said answering his phone, he was relaxing in his recliner trying to find something good on TV but no luck. “Oh hi Fred, how are you?”

“Good, well as good as can be expected.” Fred was nervous, “umm are you busy right now?”

“No, as a matter of fact I am bored out of my mind.” Ted said with a laugh, “the wife is upstairs in her sewing room working on a quilt and I’m in the den trying to find something on television.”

“Well, um I was wondering if maybe you and I could get together this afternoon,” Fred said hesitating, “you know just the two of us.”

“Oh?” Ted asked wondering what Fred had in mind, Ted wouldn’t mind some play time with his neighbor. He was feeling frisky and in the mood for some nice hard cock. “Sure, give me a few minutes and I’ll be right over.”

“Great, see you in a few minutes then.”

“Yepper, see you soon.” Ted hung up and walked upstairs to the spare room his wife used for her craft room, she had all sorts of arts and crafts stuff in there. “Honey,” he said walking in seeing her at her craft table .

“Hi baby,” she said pinning her quilt together, “what’s up?”

“Well Fred just called and asked me to stop over for awhile, I just wanted to let you know.”

“Wonder what Fred wants?” she asked with a smile, she had no problem with Ted playing with other people as long as she knew about it.

“He said he wanted to get together this afternoon, just the two of us.”

“Ummm, sounds like fun,” she said looking up at him, “if you play save some of your cock for me.” she told him, “don’t let Fred have all of your cum baby.”

“Oh I won’t, I just wanted to let you know where I’d be.”

“Alright have fun baby, and cum good.” she said reaching for his cock, “Daddy’s cock is getting stiff.” she said giving his cock a gentle squeeze.

“Well you have fun sewing and I’ll take some pics and video for you.”

“I’d like that, and you’d better tell me everything when you get home.”

“Oh I will I promise, I’m going to take a quick rinse off shower.”

“Alright honey, have fun.” she said standing on tip-toe and kissing him.

“I promise tonight will be just you and I.” he said kissing her back.

Twenty minutes later Ted knocked on Fred’s giresun escort front door, “Coming,” Fred said going to the front door, “Hi Ted, come on in.”

“Thanks,” Ted said stepping into the front hall, “thanks for inviting me over.”

“You’re welcome, come on into the living room,” Fred said leading the way.

“Nice room,” Ted said sitting down on the couch, he saw that there was porno paused on the big screen television. So he had been right Fred wanted to play. Ted was in the mood to suck some cock and have his cock sucked also.

“Something to drink?” Fred asked feeling his cock jerk in his pants at just the thought of sucking Ted’s dick. “Beer, soda,”

“Soda if you have it.”

“Be right back, make your self comfortable.” Fred said walking into the kitchen.

“Sure thing,” Ted said looking around the room, he had noticed that Fred already had a hard dick and he wanted to suck him. He rubbed his hand across his own hard cock, wanting to feel a mouth sucking his cock.

“Here we are,” Fred said walking back in a few minutes later, “I guess you’re wondering why I asked you over here.”

“Well I was a little curious.” Ted said taking a sip of his drink, glancing over at Fred.

“Uh yeah, so was I,” Fred admitted reaching for the remote for the television, “I mean I’ve been sitting here watching gay porn.” Fred admitted to Ted.

“So did you like it?”

“Yeah, it got me very excited.” Fred said looking at Ted, wanting to suck his friends hard dick. He hit play and the video resumed, a younger man sucking the cock of an older man.

“It’s hot isn’t it watching a guy sucking off his friend’s cock?” Ted asked watching the video, watching the younger man licking and sucking and slurping that older man’s dick.

“Yeah, yeah it is.” Fred said putting his glass down on the coffee table, “I’ve been thinking about this for awhile.”

“Sucking cock?” Ted asked even though he already knew the answer.

“Yes, lately watching two guys gets me harder than watching a man and a woman.” he admitted, “I mean I’m not gay or anything it just gets my dick so fucking hard.”

“I know what you mean, “Ted said standing and unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans, tugging them and his boxers down he stroked his cock. “You can suck my dick any time.” Ted slipped off his shoes and took his jeans and his boxers all the way off dropping them to the floor.

“Really?” Fred asked moving over closer to Ted and reaching for Ted’s cock.

“Sure, I bet you would just love to have a hard dick in your mouth.”

“Sounds silly but I have a bad craving for it.” Fred said standing and quickly getting undressed, his dick standing at attention and precum dripping out of the head of his cock.

“Let me help you with that,” Ted said going to his knees in front of Fred, Ted licked the precum from Fred’s swollen cock. “Mmmm,mmmm, so good.” Ted said tasting Fred’s juices. “Say would you mind if I made a video, it wouldn’t go any farther than you and me and my wife.”

Fred jerked at the feeling of Ted sucking his cock, he felt Ted flick the tip of his tongue all over the head of Fred’s cock. “Fuck, yeah.” he looked down and watched his friend expertly suck his manhood. “Video all you want, I’d like to watch it later myself.”

Ted set his cell phone up so that he could record the fun and games, “There all set.”

“You’re sure nobody else will see this?”

“Nope nobody else unless you say so.” Ted continued to suck Fred’s cock, reaching for Fred’s heavy cum filled balls, finally after a few minutes he took Fred’s cock as deep down his throat as he could.

“Suck that dick,” Fred said putting his hands on Ted’s head and holding him down, fucking his friend’s mouth.

Ted was loving the feel of Fred’s cock in his mouth, the taste of his precum, the feeling of being held down. Now he understood why it got his wife Patti so hot and turned on when he held her down on his cock.

“I’ve got to suck your cock,” Fred said reluctantly pulling his cock from Ted’s mouth, he loved the way Ted was sucking him but he wanted to suck Ted’s dick. He wanted to feel Ted giving him his cum. His cock throbbed at the thought of swallowing his neighbor’s cum.

Ted sat down on the couch, looked at Fred, “Suck my dick,” Ted said motioning Fred to get down on his knees in front of him.

Fred stroked his own cock before dropping to his knees between Ted’s spread legs. “I want your cum.” he said reaching for Ted’s hard cock, stroking Ted’s cock. He felt Ted’s cock throb in his hand. Fred glanced over at the television and watched the younger man lick and nibble the older man’s cock. He looked at Ted and taking a deep breath he leaned in and licked Ted’s cock.

Ted jerked at the first contact of Fred’s tongue licking his dick, “Yes, lick my cock the same way that you like to have your cock sucked.” Ted advised his friend. Ted watched Fred lick and nibble up and down the shaft of his swollen member. yalova escort He glanced up at the television screen and watched the young man deep throat the older man’s cock. “Oh yeah, feels good buddy, you like sucking my cock don’t you?” Ted asked Fred but he already knew that answer.

Fred was nibbling up and down the shaft of Ted’s cock, he concentrated on the underside right under the ridge, flicking his tongue over this sensitive spot made Ted jerk. He heard Ted gasp when he did this, back and fourth he licked and nibbled all over the head of Ted’s cock. Swirling his tongue around and around the head of Ted’s cock. “Aww fuck, take my cock in your mouth.”

Fred looked up at Ted, and took the head of his friend’s dick into his mouth, gently sucking on it. Fred couldn’t help himself he had to reach down with one hand and stroke his own cock.

Fuck, he was rock hard and his dick was leaking precum, he could feel it dribble down the shaft of his cock. “Ummm,mmmm,mmmm,” he moaned around Ted’s cock in his mouth, he loved sucking dick and the taste of Ted’s precum.

Ted looked down at Fred, wondering how far Fred would go playing and sucking cock. Ted was in the mood for some ass play, well that was if Fred would agree to it.

Fred was going crazy sucking Ted’s cock, in and out he licked, nibbled and sucked cock. “So good, so fucking good.” Fred said looking at Ted, leaning down lower he licked Ted’s balls, holding them in one hand and licking them, feeling them in his mouth.

On and on Fred licked and sucked Ted’s balls, reaching up and stroking Ted’s throbbing cock, feeling Ted’s precum leaking over his fingers. Fred tasted Ted’s precum, swallowing it. He could hear Ted moaning, telling him to suck his balls.

Ted got more comfortable on the couch, putting his feet on the edge of the couch, spreading his legs. When he had taken his morning shower he had made sure he was clean inside and out. He had woken up this morning wanting some ass play, so he made sure he was super clean. “Have you ever done any ass play Fred?”

Fred looked up at his friend kind of embarrassed to answer, “Well yeah, I mean I was just curious to see what it felt like.”

“Have you ever fingered your own ass?” Ted asked looking down at his friend on his knees in front of him.

“Yeah a couple of times.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, yes I did.” Fred admitted feeling his cock jerk, he looked Ted in the eyes, “it felt good.”

“Do you have any lube?”

“Yes,” Fred said reaching in an end table drawer and taking out a bottle of lube. He made sure he had it just in case they needed it.

“Do you want to taste my ass?”

“Yes.” Fred said wanting to lick and suck Ted’s ass hole, taste him.

“Don’t worry Fred, I’m clean I promise you.”

“I’m sure you are,” Fred commented taking the oily lube and dribbled it all over Ted’s cock and balls, Fred watched it run down between Ted’s ass cheeks. Fred reached up and stroked Ted’s cock.

“Ahh, yeah,” Ted groaned loudly, wanting Fred to lick his ass, he wanted to feel Fred’s tongue working it’s way into his hole. He always loved when his wife Patti licked and sucked and even fucked his ass with her fingers and toys. He always came super hard when she would hit his prostate when they played.

Fred took both hands and spread Ted’s ass and saw the lube covering his tight hole. Taking a deep breath he leaned in and slowly licked his friend’s ass hole with his tongue. “Umm,mmm,” he licked, and sucked Ted’s ass hole, going slow driving his friend wild with lust. “Fuck you taste so good,” he whispered, pushing the tip of his tongue inside Ted’s ass.

“Oh yeah, fuck yeah eat my ass.” Ted groaned loudly putting his hands on Fred’s head. Ted was in heaven he loved getting his ass played with.

This went on for a while Fred eating Ted’s ass, Fred couldn’t get enough of eating Ted’s tight hole, the more he licked and sucked Ted’s ass the harder his own cock became. It was so hard it was painful.

Fred reached up with one hand and stroked Ted’s cock. Fuck his own cock felt like it was going to burst, getting his fingers wet with lube he took his right index finger and teased Ted’s tight ass hole. He felt Ted jerk when he pushed just the tip of his finger inside his friend’s ass.

“Yes!! Aww fuck yeah, fuck my ass.” Ted said looking down at Fred between his legs. He couldn’t wait to suck his friend’s black cock, maybe finger his ass hole. He would take things slow with Fred, he didn’t want to try too much too fast and scare him off.

“You like that, you like my finger in your ass?” Fred asked leaning up and licking Ted’s lube covered balls. Ted’s ass was so tight around his finger, he reached for the bottle of lube and poured more over Ted’s balls and ass. Ted’s hole was nice and slick, in and out he fucked his friend’s ass, deeper and deeper. He could hear Ted’s heavy breathing, the moans he was making. “Maybe one day you’ll let my black cock fuck yozgat escort your ass.”

“Maybe,” Ted said gasping, “ummmm, oh fuck feels so good.”

“Yeah, you want to feel my dick in your tight ass?” . “We’ll see,” Ted said, “you can fuck my wife’s ass,” Ted told him, watching to see his friends expression.

“Yeah, she wants my dick in her ass does she?”

“Yes she does very much, she wants a DP, two cocks at once.” Ted explained, he pictured her riding one cock and another in her tight ass hole. He would love to watch her with Fred and their other neighbor Chris. His sweet wife getting DP’d by two black cocks. “Suck my cock Fred,” Ted said wanting to cum.

Fred moved up enough so that he could take Ted’s rock hard dick back into his mouth. Sucking Ted’s cock as if he had been a cock sucker for years. In and out he sucked, taking Ted’s cock deeper down his throat. He felt Ted grab the back of his head and fuck up into his mouth.

Fred was moaning around Ted’s cock in his mouth, enjoying the feeling of fucking Ted’s ass with his fingers. In and out he fucked Ted’s tight hole, being careful not to get too rough.

“Ahhh, fuck yes, fuck my ass and suck my cock.” Ted groaned loudly, feeling that point of no return. He felt the cum rising in his balls he knew it wouldn’t take much more before he would cum. Ted fucked Fred’s mouth like it were a tight pussy, slamming his cock in and out of Fred’s hungry mouth. Wanting Fred to take his cum.

Fred sucked Ted’s cock as if his life had depended on it, he knew he was truly bi and he would be doing a lot more cock sucking in the future. He loved the feel of a hard dick in his mouth and the taste of precum.

“Shit! Awww fucking cumming!!” Ted exclaimed forcing his cock as deep down Fred’s throat as he could. “Uugggg, fuck!! Swallow it, oh fuck swallow my cum!!” Ted groaned loudly holding Fred down on his exploding dick, feeling his cum fill Fred’s mouth. “Mmm,mmmm,mmmm, fuck!”

Fred swallowed and gulped down every drop of Ted’s cum, loving the taste wanting to get every drop.

Ted sat back on the couch, out of breath, he looked at Fred, “Fuck, are you sure you’ve never sucked cock before?”

“Nope, well that day at your house when I took your cock in my mouth was the first cock I have ever had.” Fred admitted getting up and sitting on the other end of the couch. His cock was still rock hard and leaking precum.

“Give me a minute buddy and I’ll suck your dick.”

“Your cum taste so good,” Fred admitted, “you know I’ve noticed the new neighbor next to you.”

“Oh you mean Chris, yeah he’s a great guy.”

“Wonder if he’s uh you know???”

“Bi, oh yeah he is I told him I would introduce him to some of the neighbors.”

“Sounds good to me,” Fred said stroking his cock.

“Maybe some day we could have a get together.” Ted suggested getting up and moving over to where Fred sat. Getting down on his knees in front of Fred, Ted stroked Fred’s cock.

“Suck my dick.”

Ted didn’t need to hear anything else, he leaned in and licked the head of Fred’s perfect mushroom shaped cock. Precum was dribbling out and running down the shaft of Fred’s dick. Ted took long slow licks getting every drop into his mouth.

“Suck my black cock, take it in your mouth.” Fred instructed him.

Ted licked and nibbled the shaft of Fred’s cock, rubbing Fred’s heavy balls in his other hand. Looking at Fred he eased his mouth over his friend’s cock, moaning as he took that dick into his mouth. Sucking, putting pressure on Fred’s cock Ted sucked deeply. In and out bobbing up and down on that cock.

“Fuck, suck me.” Fred said fucking into Ted’s mouth, he knew it wouldn’t take him long to cum. He was so horny he wondered how he had held out this long.

Ted sucked cock and stroked Fred’s balls, wanting to taste cum, he wanted to swallow it.

Fred held Ted down and fucked his friend’s mouth, faster and deeper. He wouldn’t stop until he came in Ted’s mouth. Maybe next time they played he would let Ted fuck his ass, he decided he would get some anal toys and practice getting used to having something in his ass hole. “You like that don’t you, you like sucking my dick?” Fred asked Ted knowing Ted couldn’t answer him. “Damn it, fuck my cock with your mouth Ted,” Fred said feeling the cum boiling in his balls, he was so fucking close just a bit more and his cock would explode.

Ted was in heaven sucking Fred’s cock, he felt Fred’s cock swell, knowing that Fred was going to fill his mouth with his cum. Moaning and breathing heavily Ted sucked putting even more pressure on Fred’s dick.

“Oh yeah, fuck here it cums…uggggg, fuckkk!!” Fred yelled, “oohhh fuck yeah, take it, take it!!” Fred felt strong spurt after spurt of cum filling Ted’s mouth.

Ted swallowed it all, making sure he got it all, he let Fred’s cock slip from his mouth. he looked at Fred breathing heavily. “Fuck!”

“Damn you can suck cock.”

“Well so can you buddy.” Ted said leaning down and licking and sucking Fred’s cock clean.

“I have to admit I did enjoy sucking your cock and playing with your ass.” Fred said hoping they could get together again.

“It felt great,” Ted said standing and reaching for his clothes, he quickly got dressed, “let me talk to Chris and see if we can set something up.” Ted suggested putting his shoes on.

So here I am. Lying on Robby’s bed. He’s kneeling over my face. Not so gently sliding his cock into my mouth. My first blow job turned from me giving one to getting my face fucked. And you know what? I don’t hate it. It took some getting used to but once I did it was “ride me cowboy!”

I always told him I’d do anything he wanted and well I guess he decided to take me up on it. My hands were wrapped around him. Holding his ass cheeks and pulling him into me. Occasionally I’d gag from him hitting the back of my throat. I felt bad but think he kinda liked it. And well this is my first time. What do you expect?

I could tell he was getting ready to cum. His balls were tensing up and cock was throbbing a bit. I was both petrified and craving that load. I had no idea what he was going to do. And honestly I had no choice in the matter. He never slowed down. A quick “I’m gonna cum…” and then… Wait. I’m getting ahead of myself here…

I met Robby online about 5 years ago. I’d never been with a man before. Well being honest, I had one drunken encounter in college that I only vaguely remember. It was always a blur and I always wondered what we did. I guess I get an asterisk next to my claim of being a virgin huh? Or does it still count if I don’t remember?

Robby and I chatted online for years. We shared a lot of interests and spent a lot of time talking about them and building a great “virtual” friendship. I’m not going to try to lie though; we had plenty of intense sex chats and video cybersex sessions. I really enjoyed everything about him and I knew that if I were to ever really be with a man it would be him. It had to be him really because I knew it would mean more with someone I knew so well. Someone that could make me want him so much over a computer screen and phone calls HAD to be amazing in person. I needed to find out!

We had set up times to meet and something always came up. One of us had something suddenly come up. I know most if not all mine were genuine (and not fear) and I hoped his were too. This time, we had set up to meet at a local bar at lunch. The morning came and neither of us had backed out. My heart skipped a beat and I was both excited and little scared. There was no way I was backing out. Besides, we were just meeting for a beer. Nothing had to happen if I didn’t want it to.

Twelve came and I was there. I was watching the TV sipping on my beer, trying to act normal and not show that my heart was racing. I was going through a million scenarios in my mind how this would go.

“Chris?”. I was immediately brought back to reality by the sound of Robby’s voice.

He sat across from me in the booth and was even better looking in person than he was over the computer. I wanted to slide under that table and go down on him right then and there. Thinking that might be too forward, and the fear of him not feeling the same about me, I kept to my seat. The conversation just flowed like we had been best friends for years (we had). No uncomfortable small talk. Just leaving off at our last chat about cars, housing projects and all our mutual areas of interest.

I glanced at the TV and an hour had gone by. How did that happen? I did notice muğla escort I started to feel a little bit of a buzz. Then it happened. The waitress came over to see if we needed anything and Robby asked me if I wanted a shot of tequila. That was the agreed upon sign that one would ask if we wanted to take this to the next level.

I replied “Oh yeah definitely!” The waitress left and then came back with the shots. We did them and promptly paid our tab and hopped in the car to his house.

His house was only a couple minutes from the bar so we were there at his door before I knew it. He looked at me and said “Are you sure you are ready for this?”

I said “Well…” then proceeded to pin him against the wall my right thigh rubbing his groin and planted a hard passionate kiss on him. I felt his hardness against my thigh.

He reached down with his right hand and rubbed my hardness too. It felt so good. I could have kept going but he stopped to open the door.

We walked in and he directed me to have a seat. I did as I was told. Always seems to like the idea of being submissive but that’s another story.

We sat on the couch and he pounced on me. His tongue began probing my mouth and his weight on top of me pinning me to the couch. This time it was his thigh rubbing my throbbing cock through my jeans.

He left my mouth and started kissing down my neck, unbuttoning my shirt and running his lips and tongue down my neck to my stomach. His moth never left my skin and he had my jeans around my ankles before I knew it.

My straining cock pointing straight up and as hard as it had ever been. I’m about 7 inches and average thickness I guess.

Robby gently held my throbbing member telling me how much he loved my cock. He took off his shirt and then dropped to the floor. He ran his tongue up the underside of my balls then cock and I saw fireworks. He took a little into his mouth and began to give me the most amazing blow job I had ever gotten. Amazing. I didn’t think I could last long with how expertly he was sucking me.

I struggled to get free from him and pinned him down on the floor as we fell off the couch. I went straight for his shorts. I unbuttoned them and slid them down and his cock sprang out to greet me. He was about the same size as me but had a huge fat head. I didn’t bother to take his short off I just grabbed that meat. I was on fire. I needed it!

My first cock was now in my hand. It was hard but soft. It felt kind of odd but also amazing. Different than mine. The thought of what I was doing hit me for a split second but then I just had to have it.

I did exactly like Robby had done and ran my tongue up the base of his balls to the underside of his cock and then proceeded to take in a bit of that cock head in my mouth. The warmth of it. The musky man smell. My god, I was meant to be a cocksucker. While I started giving my first blow job, Robby proceeded to take off his shorts and shirt.

I was now taking most of him in my mouth. The feeling of his head almost at my throat was wonderful. I could taste his precum and that just turned me on more. All of a sudden he flipped us over and ordu escort was kneeling above my face.

He asked if I meant it when I told him I’d do anything he wanted. At that moment I wanted that cock in my mouth so bad that I would have agreed to be gang raped by the Green Bay Packers so of course I said “Oh yeah baby. I’m yours. Whatever you want.”

He rotated around and lowered his balls into my mouth and commanded me to suck them. I sucked on one then the other.

I then opened wide so I could take them both deep into my mouth. He was so deep my nose pressed up against his asshole. That didn’t bother me in the slightest. To be honest, I was in pure heaven. He continued giving me the tea bag treatment then pulled them out of my mouth.

Before I had a chance to complain, he rotated back to face me and knelt over me. He leaned forward pushing his cock into my mouth and started gently fucking my mouth.

I was loving that. He took his cock out grabbed and smacked my cheeks and mouth a few times making me begs for it.

He said “Get up, we’re going to the bedroom!” I nodded and eagerly followed him. Walking behind him I saw what a fantastic ass he had. I just wanted to grab it and run my tongue over it right there on the stairs.

When we got in his bedroom he had me get up on the bed and he quickly got back to kneeling over my face. He went back to the slow gently strokes in and out of my mouth. He started building up speed and depth.

He asked me if I wanted more.

I couldn’t answer any more than a grunt so he must have assumed I was OK with it or didn’t care. Soon his balls were slapping against my chin and my nose was buried in public hair. I think he was almost as deep as he could go. I felt him even further in my throat.

His balls started tensing up and cock was throbbing a bit. I was both petrified and craving that load. I had no idea what he was going to do. And honestly I really had no choice in the matter. He never slowed down.

A quick “I’m gonna cum.” and he pulled out jerking his load into my face.

Some went in my hair, some my cheeks. My eyes… I’m coated. A couple globs into my mouth which I quickly swallowed. A small taste. A tease. He tasted better than mine! I wanted more. Once his spasm stopped he sat back panting.

“Don’t move baby, I’ll clean you up.” he said.

He told me to lay there and close my eyes as he wiped away the cum with a warm towel. I loved I could smell it on my skin and taste it in my mouth. I think the room smelled of sex. Or maybe it was just that I was in sensory overload!?!?!

After he finished cleaning me he gave some attention to my aching cock. He rubbed the towel with it coating it with his cum and started slowly jerking it. I moaned in satisfaction. His hand felt so good.

I was dying to cum. I didn’t care how quickly it happened. I just needed to cum. Now! As he jerked me though a new need arose. I needed to be fucked. I needed him in me. That urge overpowered my desire to cum.

I begged him repeatedly… “Fuck me please baby! Please???” I said.

After my begging got more urgent he stopped jerking me and osmaniye escort pulled my legs up onto his shoulders.

He squirted some lube onto a finger and put a big blob right on my man pussy. That caused a tingle up my spine. I needed him in me.

As he pressed one finder into me pushing the lube in I let out a soft moan. It felt so good… even better than my own fingers in the shower. He worked up to 2 and then 3 and I was about to lose it… “Come on baby. Get in me. Now!! Please???”

He reached for a condom and unwrapped it. As he was about to put it on I smacked it out of his hand.

“Fuck that thing!!” I said. “I need to feel you. Only you.” I stated.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Oh yeah. I’ve wanted you to fill me with your load forever now. Please just fuck me now. Whatever you want baby. I’ll do whatever.” I begged.

He paused for a minute.

“Come on…Fuck me now! Please!!” I continued to beg.

He took out his fingers and placed the head of his cock right at my hole. He applied a little pressure and slid in a little bit. His fat head was stretching me good. It kinda hurt a little bit but it was an “oh my god gimme more” kind of pain. He started rocking back and forth into me. And then the head popped into me completely. I groaned and grunted in ecstasy. It was amazing but I needed more.

“Come on baby. Fuck that ass!” I moaned.

He rocked back and forth some more. Going a little deeper each time. The fullness was amazing. He was definitely thicker than anything I’ve had in me before. And it was absofuckinglutely amazing!

I groaned with each thrust. He grunted as he built up speed.

“You are fucking amazing!!” I yell.

Finally he rocked forward with all his weight and was balls deep in me. I let out a loud yelp as that was deeper than anything had been in me too. Again, Mind numbingly amazing! He stayed there a moment and let me adjust then started pounding away at me. It was fucking unlike anything I had ever felt before and I didn’t want him to stop. Ever! I was hooked on cock.

He was going at it hard and with each balls beep pounding into me I was moaning a screaming and begging for him to go harder and faster! I spit into my hand and grabbed my cock and started jerking furiously.

I was probably about 5 strokes from blowing and he announced he was about to cum.

“Me too!” I yelled.

I started to cum and it was an amazingly intense mind numbing orgasm. Shooting up to my face and chest. I was so out of it I didn’t notice that Robby too was cumming.

His body was writhing and he was moaning. He was shooting deep into my body and filling me with his cum.

He collapsed on me…My legs still up on his shoulders and his twitching cock still in me… I could feel the shudders in his body as he slowly pulled out. We were both spent. Out of breath.

“How’d you like it?” He asked?

“Enough to do this.” I said. With that I wrapped my arms around him and passionately kissed him. The sweat. The scent of sex filling my senses. Then I stopped.

Looked at him and said “Wow…Baby you are amazing. I wish we didn’t wait so long…Wow… Just wow!”

Robby smiled and I slid down under him grabbed his softening cock and licked the drop of cum off the tip that had collected and enthusiastically swallowed it. I then squeezed the last drop out of him and snacked on that.

Oh my god that was amazing… I’m hooked and I needed more… like right now…

I hesitate to say Beth and I were in a relationship. But we were definitely not not in a relationship. The truth of how I felt about Beth was, she scared me. Like any cool chick, she smoked, drank, and swore a lot. She had a personality that made people want to be near her, even if they didn’t know her. I saw this unfold so many times, in every setting imaginable. Groups of people flocked to her, laughing as she told one vulgar story after another. The story she told most often was about how she made a “slut” lick her clit so long, the girl got nerve damage in her mouth. The best part was when she imitated the girl’s voice. She would snatch the nearest drink, take two big gulps, set the glass down, and began to talk like her jaw was broken, drooling from the corners of her mouth. I suspect the tale was exaggerated, but, I also wouldn’t be surprised if every word was true.

I liked that she wanted to be the center of attention. I didn’t mind standing in the background, observing. She was so sexy when she commanded a crowed. It also made me a little sad for her. She drew you in so she could control your position in her world. If she controlled the how, why, and when you got close than she knew where you were at all times. To everyone else she was an immeasurable force, but to me I saw her as fragile; ready to break. This is what scared me the most. It scared me that I saw things in here that others couldn’t see. Either I was much smarter than Beth, or she had sucked me in, showed me exactly what she wanted me to see, and now had me charted, categorized, and processed.

Don’t think this means I was submissive to her. I wasn’t. I’m a dominant guy. Every one of my relationships I’ve been the sexually assertive one. I’ve done the tying up, and the choking, and the slapping. Beth being a proper whore appreciated that in me, but she was the one who drove the car, if you know what I mean? If tonight she wanted to be bent over and taken I took her. If she wanted to squirt all over my face we did that. I had no desire to complain. How could I? She gave me things I couldn’t have gotten on my own. Without Beth molesting drunk sluts from the bar and telling them “You’re coming home with me. I hope you are ready to eat my pussy,” the elusive FFFM foursome would have probably never been moved from my fantasy section to my reality. Lucky for me, no one could ever say no to her aggressive, take no prisoners, I’m-the-alpha-cunt-here attitude.

A week days ago, I got a text from Beth: “OMG I’m so excited Michael is coming to visit. He’ll be here Thursday. I’ll probably want to hang out with him Thursday and Friday night, but I want you to meet him. Can we hang out on Saturday?”

“PLEEEEEEASE!”

“Jay!! Why aren’t you answering me?”

“Um, hello?”

“Asshole, I know you check your phone every 10 seconds. Don’t you fucking ignore me.”

“Fine, whatever. Play your stupid text mind games, Jay. I decided we are hanging out. See you Saturday!!!”

For the record, she was right. I had been checking my phone. It was a good rule of thumb to always give into Beth, but never right away. This information will be important to keep in mind for later on in my recounting of events.

Saturday rolled around, and we went to our favorite dive bar. It was the kind of place where drunk people played pool on quarter operated tables. It was the kind of place where the bartender was ten years clean from an opiates addiction but still kept in contact with all his shady connections. It was the kind of place where the security guy sold coke in the bathroom. You know, a dive bar.

I took my usual role when out with Beth, sitting back, watching her operate. “So you have known her since high school?” I asked Michael while eyeing Beth miss hit a cue ball off the side of her cue stick, a cigarette held firmly between her lips.

“Yeah, she was pretty much the only person who talked to me back then,” Michael responded.

“I can see that. She is funny like that. She talks to everyone and still has a way of making you feel special.”

“Yup. That was Beth, then and now.”

Drinks flowed, shots were consumed. At some point Beth, Michael, and the security guy disappeared into the bathroom for a little over five minutes. At 1:45 they did last call. At 2:00 they stopped serving drinks. At 2:10 they stopped serving drinks to the regulars. At 2:30 they turned the lights up high and told people to leave. At 2:45 they demanded it. At 3:00AM, Michael, Beth and I, were all that was left. We were still sitting at the corner of the bar with three shots of Patrón, one in front of each of us. Hanging off of Michael’s shoulder, her words barely understandable, Beth said, “Oh my God, Michael it is so good to see you, please don’t leave tomorrow. Stay and let me be your beard, again. We will have so much fun together.”

“Honey, I don’t need a beard anymore. I have been out for years.”

The bartender caught my attention with a glare. I nodded at her and picked up my shot glass. “Come on let’s do this,” I said.

Beth erzurum escort grabbed my face and yanked us together. Her tongue swirled deep inside my mouth. When she was finished with me she pushed my wrist up. I choked down the shot; the warm liquid burned my throat, almost coming back up. Then she handed me her shot and said, “Here, drink this. I don’t think I have it in me to have another one.” I flinched, and I know she saw me flinch.

Whispering in my ear she said, “Please, babe. I want you to take me home and have drunk sloppy sex.” Her tongue slipped in my ear. “The kind of sex I can’t remember in the morning.” Her tongue went back in my ear as her hand found its way down between my legs, rubbing my cock through my jeans. “I want to wake up knowing I did a lot of bad things, not remembering what any of them were.”

After that, Michael and I cheersed each other before finishing off the last two shots. Even though I emptied my drink into my mouth I couldn’t swallow it all right away. Over the next thirty seconds, little by little, I got it all down, poisoning my stomach just enough for it to accept the abuse. I was relieved it would be over soon. My body was done.

Back at Beth’s place I sat in the recliner and Michael and Beth were on the couch. They were arguing about how gay Michael really was.

“Please you are not 100% gay. I bet you $50 that if my mouth was around your cock right now you would be rock hard.”

“Oh, hun. How many times are we going to have this conversation? I know you think you are some kind of cock sucking savant. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t care how good you are, a guy who has never even sucked a cock before in his entire life will be better than you.”

Beth looked to me, “Tell him. Tell him I am the best cock sucker you’ve ever had.”

Feeling the mixture of assorted liquids in my stomach, I swallowed hard before answering, “She is pretty good.”

Beth threw a pillow at me, “Pretty good? I’m better then pretty good. I’m the fucking best.”

“She’s the fucking best,” I agreed.

“I am sure she is,” Michael said crossing his arms and sarcastically sticking his nose in the air. “But, guys are better. End of story.”

Beth’s groaned and slapped her hand on her lap. Her pouty lips made my drunk mind want to defend her. “I am sure there’s truth to that, Mike. But no girl has ever been close to making me enjoy a hand job. Beth is really good at it. Her talents go way beyond cock and ball handling. It’s like she’s inside my head, knowing exactly what I want.”

A huge smile appeared on Beth’s face, before she drunkenly shoved Michael, “You hear that? My talents go beyond the handling of your man bits.”

Looking at me, Michael gave encouragement, “Do tell.”

“Yes. Do tell.” Beth got on board.

I tried to think how I could explain it. I am not sure my drunk mind actually said what I wanted to, but this is what I tried to say. “For me it’s her filthy mouth. Like the things she says could make me stay hard watching a giant zit pop. She sucks and strokes, and then pulls off. She keeps her hand on my cock, pumping up and down, and this is when she says the nastiest things.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t even know. The craziest shit you’ve heard. Some of it isn’t even sexy. It’s shocking. It feels like ice cubes on my balls. Like, I don’t know. I remember once, out of nowhere she said, ‘I love sucking your cock so much I could use your pubes as dental floss,’ or ‘I want you to cum down the back of my throat so when I am having my morning coffee I burp up some of your sperm, getting to swallow your little guys all over again.”

Michael laughed. “Sounds like Beth.”

“And it isn’t even sexy, like I said. But you are stuck there, thinking about the craziness that came out of her mouth. By then she has already dove back down onto my cock. My mind is like, what? What was that? Pubes for floss? Burp up my sperm? While I’m trying to figure it out, I don’t even realize my balls are growing; my cock is throbbing in her mouth. It isn’t dirty talk. It’s a dirty trick, like she’s distracting me so she can steal my cum. I don’t know. Maybe I am too drunk to make sense. That’s what her blow jobs are like.”

I was looking off and away that whole time I told the story. When I brought my attention back to Michael and Beth, Michael’s fly was unzipped and Beth’s hand stroked his hard cock. Michael looked directly into me when she lowered her head and wrapped her mouth around him. “Tell me what else she says.”

“Um… ah, I don’t know. She knows how much I love really rough sex with another girl, so a lot of times she pulls off of me and says, ‘I want to go out tomorrow night and find a whore for you to throat fuck.’ She might say something like, ‘I want you to abuse the fuck out of her mouth while force her down further.”

Michael rested his hand on the back of Beth’s head and smiled at me. I nodded and nervously looked around. This wasn’t the first time I eskişehir escort had watched Beth blow a man in front of me. Fuck, I had even seen her blow one man while jerking off two others. I found it hot watching her be her dirty, slutty self. But here and now, for the first time in over a year of seeing one another, after having countless group sex situations, I wanted to be somewhere else. Beth glanced over at me, her tongue teasing Michael’s head. Maybe she could hear my thoughts, I don’t know. I wouldn’t put it past her. But at that moment, the moment I wanted to leave, she pulled off of Michael’s cock and said, “What the fuck are you doing? Why aren’t you playing with my cunt? Get the fuck over here.”

Beth’s pussy was wet, which wasn’t a surprise. She went to bed wet and woke up even wetter. What surprised me was the amount of wetness. I had never touched her pussy before and felt actual juices dripping out of her. I think even in that moment, as drunk as I was, I guessed that maybe she has had a crush on Michael her whole life and always fantasized about turning him straight, or something. It seems like every girl I know has some kind of story about how they almost turned a gay guy straight. Maybe this had been building up so long in her mind it made her more turned on than she had ever been in her entire life.

I was very drunk and very naive.

Beth switched her attention to me, sitting up, licking her lips while her hand stroked Michael. “His cock tasted so fucking good, babe.”

“Yeah?

“Oh yeah. Kiss me. Taste his cock on my lips.” And again this was not unusual. I had kissed Beth at least a few times, right after she had another man’s cock in her mouth. She had never said anything like that to me, but that was the thing about Beth. She rarely said the same thing twice, always looking for new ways to shock people. We kissed. Unless Michael’s cock tasted like liquor and cigarettes I didn’t notice anything.

Beth pulled away and leaned back on the couch, one hand rubbing my cock, and her other hand stroking Michael. This was the first time I really looked at him, I mean looked at his cock. Michael was thin and fit. I wouldn’t say he was in shape. He was kind of a frail. But he had this long thick smooth cock, not a speck of hair on him, veins prominently streaking along his shaft. I saw precum on the tip, flexing and receding with each of Beth’s strokes. I was kind of mesmerized by it, its shape and thickness, how straight it looked. How his head was a little disproportionate to the rest of his cock. I wasn’t too drunk to hear Beth say to Michael, “I want you to taste your Cock on Jay’s mouth.”

This is important, because I don’t want to make it seem like I am not taking ownership of what happened from here on out. I was aware. Everything was my choice. But at least right then, I was still processing what came out of Beth’s mouth, reminiscent of so many blow jobs she had given me, when Michael’s hand was on my face, stroking my soft, full beard. He leaned across Beth and pressed his lips to mine and for a second it felt no different than kissing a girl. His lips were soft, and he was being gentle. And that was good. I think if in that moment he felt like a man to me I would have stopped. I think I would have pushed him away. But he went on stroking my beard and kissing me.

After a while Beth took my hand and dragged it to her pussy, guiding my fingers inside of her, taking control of my body. When my fingers were coated with her cum she lifted my hand to her lips, licking her wetness off of me. It wasn’t until she took my hand and put it on Michael’s face, I couldn’t avoid the fact I was really kissing a man. Even though he was clean shaven with a baby face, I felt the roughness that comes from thick, coarse hair, under the surface. By then it was too late. Michael and I had been kissing for the better part of five minutes, my eyes closed, Beth watching and rubbing her clit.

“Fuck this is so hot,” Beth moaned. “Babe, hold his face with both hands. Make it really passionate. That’s it. Show me your tongues touching. Fuck, more! Give me more of that. Don’t you love how his beard feels, Michael? That is my favorite part of kissing him.”

Michael cradled the back of my head, and eased my lips down to his neck, before saying, “I love beards. Bears or my favorite type of men.”

Now kissing Michael’s neck, his sweet, crisp cologne filled my nose. Smells have a way of making me lose myself, and not pay attention to what is going on around me. Vanilla is a smell like that. If I smell a vanilla candle or cooking with vanilla, I kind of vanish in the moment, lost to the smell. Michael’s cologne was unfamiliar to me, but it saved me. It helped me through what was to come. Even though I was kissing him, and for the first time I could feel a large hand stroking my half-hard cock, I wasn’t bi. I had never fantasized about being with a man, and until that night, I had never even come close. With all the group sex gaziantep escort Beth and I were involved in, no man had ever kissed me, no man had ever touched my cock. I mean, once my balls were slapping against another man’s balls as I fucked Beth’s ass and she rode his cock, but that was it. Nothing. No gay stuff ever.

Beth’s fingers ran through my hair, and latched on. She tugged me off of Michael’s neck, dragging me to her lips. In a really convoluted way of thinking it was starting to all feel OK. Michael’s cock had been in Beth’s mouth. Beth’s mouth had been on my mouth. My mouth had been on Michael’s mouth. My fingers had been in Beth’s cunt. Beth’s mouth had been around my fingers. Now that I was kissing Beth again, her juices mixing with my saliva, to keep the connection going I had to kiss Michael, again. I broke away from Beth’s lips and grabbed Michael, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, dragging him to me. I slipped my tongue past his lips and into his soft warm mouth.

“That’s it baby. Kiss him. Doesn’t it feel so good? Isn’t he so hot? Show him how sexy he is with your mouth. Make him feel how passionate you are. That’s it. Fuck, this is amazing. I am so turned on right now. Keep going baby. Keep making him happy with your mouth.”

Beth’s fingers were back in my hair, and I already knew where this was going. I knew I couldn’t stop it. She applied pressure to the back of my head, and I gave a little, dropping back down to Michael’s neck. I kissed him up and down, from his shoulder to his ear, breathing in every drop of him, letting his cologne take me somewhere else. Pushing me lower, I tried to resist, wanting to stay where I was safe and where I could hide in my own thoughts. But, Beth was a force of nature. There was no stopping her. Ever.

“That’s it baby. Make Michael happy with your mouth. You can do it. Just open up and take his cock. It’s OK. Nothing bad is going to happen. Making him happy with your mouth will make me so fucking happy. You can do it for me. It’s OK.”

Staring into the abyss, or in this case, the head of Michael’s cock, I watched as he throbbed towards my lips. Beth pushed me down harder, but now I wasn’t budging. I was having second thoughts. I was having fifth and sixth thoughts. I know Beth so well. Better than she thinks I do. I knew exactly what was going through her mind at that exact moment. When it came to play, Beth was the most selfish, manipulative, sneaky person I knew. It didn’t matter to her how difficult all this was. She had fucked more women than men in her life, and she had been doing it since she was sixteen. I was thirty-eight; this was my first time. Beth had no way of empathizing with me. How could she? Being bi, or heteroflexible, or whatever, was something she had lived with for two thirds of her life. I had been living with it for about twenty minutes. And still I knew how badly she wanted to see me do suck Michael off. I wanted to give it to her. I really did. But, the two inches between my lips and Michael’s cock was an expanse so vast it might have been infinite.

“Babe, it is OK. You don’t have to do this. I understand. Just close your eyes and stay like this for a minute. Please, just for me. I want to look at you so close to Michael’s cock. Let me touch myself, and cum, and then that will be it.”

Unable to speak, I gave her the slightest nod in the history of mankind. It was so slight, I don’t know how she even noticed it. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she took my not moving as the answer she needed. But I wasn’t going to let my head get one millimeter closer to the thick cock head in front of me.

I could feel the couch shake, with Beth jackhammering her clit. “You two are like the hottest guys I have ever seen. I want to imprint this image in my mind forever. Fuck, baby. Please know how much I love you for doing this. Just like all those times you watched me go down on all those other girls. Do you remember how hot that was for you? Well this is every bit as hot for me. Please know that my body is going to be yours forever. Even though you can’t go down on him, this has easily been the hottest experience of my life. I’m glad we can do these things for each other. I give you so many threesomes and you do this”

Her hand raced back and forth over her clit and I was a statue. “You don’t have to get any closer babe. But can you just lick your lips a little. Like you are about to take him in your mouth? Just a little. Please. Oh my God, that will be so fucking hot.

I took a deep breath and licked my lips.

“Oh shit! I’m going to cum. Fuck! Keep licking your lips, babe. Don’t stop. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! You look like you want it so bad. Look at how sexy you are, getting ready to take that big fat cock in your mouth.”

Beth moaned a litany of obscenities, one after another as she came, but her hand never slowed down. Once the orgasm past, her hand continued to race back and forth across her clit. “Baby don’t move yet. This is so amazing. Keep licking your lips, let me cum once more. Please, my body is yours. I am going to find so many bitches to take home with us for you to fuck. I hope you are ready. My home is going to be slut central. I swear to god. And they will all be for you. Just keep licking your lips, and maybe, please — it would be so fucking hot — you don’t have to get any closer, but maybe wrap your hand around Michael’s cock.”

I’m an avid fisherman. Although avid might not be strong enough sometimes. Fortunately, my best friend shares my inclination to structure life around the best times and places to fish. He and I have been friends since we were kids and our lives have seemed to follow something of the same course. We went to high school together, then college. He married shortly after college and then I did as well. We both were married happily for some time, though he was divorced a couple years before me, we were each married more than ten years.

We had often made sexual jokes towards each other, particularly on the many occasions that we shared a tent or some such cozy sleeping arrangement, but there was never anything sexual between us and we’re not “closet gays”. We both had always been with women and had no real interest in anything else, but after we each got divorced, sex suddenly became not quite so taken for granted anymore. Neither of us wanted to get into another relationship and that made things a little difficult with members of the opposite sex. Consequently, it had been some time since either of us had had sex when we set off on our latest fishing trip.

As is often our custom, we were heading straight out after work and were therefore hitting the road around 6:00pm. We usually drive to wherever we’re fishing and get there late at night and are up early to fish, so neither of us is inclined to pay for a place to sleep for just a few hours. We usually just climb into the back of the car to sleep for a couple hours ( big SUV’s are good for something). This sleeping arrangement, of course, leads to even more jokes and sexual innuendo than usual. It seemed that night though that the joking took on just an edge of seriousness, almost feeling each other out. It had been so long since I’d had sex that I was considering all my options and I knew, with his sex drive, that the thought had to at least have occurred to him. There was considerable sexual tension as we were packed into the back to go to sleep. I lay there with a hard cock and a knot in my stomach wondering if I dared to ask him if he was thinking the same thing that I was. I’d always been straight, but I’m pretty open minded too and I’d had fantasies about other guys before, never any specific guy, just some other guy. I’d sort of alluded to this fact in front of him before and it was probably pretty evident that I’d at least consider sex with another guy even if it were just me servicing him. I tekirdağ escort just couldn’t get up the nerve to make the first move.

The next day, we got up and hit the river. We had a good day on the water and the usual banter was thrown about, stuff like, “It’s been so long you’re starting to look good” which would be followed by “Sounds good to me”, but all with a joking tone of voice as always. This kind of thing went on all day and through dinner. After dinner, we were sitting around the motel room, having a couple beers and just talking. I’d asserted that I’d caught the big fish of the day and he’d replied something like “Oh yea, blow me and I might agree with you”.

I replied, “Not right now, but I will after lights out.” After I’d said it, I realized that much of the joking tone was missing from my voice. He clearly noticed it and the conversation reached an awkward silence for a minute. We moved along without any more mention of it and the sexual innuendo was noticeably missing from the conversation after that. I couldn’t be sure if I’d gone too far or if he was just feeling awkward, as I was, with what seemed to be happening. Finally, after talking about what time we’d get up to start fishing, we both said we ought to get to sleep.

I had that knot in my stomach again as I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. I got into bed quickly to try to hide my growing erection. He turned out the light and got into the other bed, naked, I noticed, which was unusual. I lay there feeling almost sick to my stomach with tension. I so badly wanted to just get up and go over to him, but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. After a few minutes, with a bit of a joking voice, but also the obvious quake of nerves he said, “Well I’m waiting”.

That was all I needed and whether he was half joking or not, I no longer was. I got out of bed and walked toward him. He could see me in the dim light of the room and said nothing. I knelt beside the bed and slid my hand under the blankets finding his bare hip. Still he said nothing. My hand slid over the skin of his hip and found his hard cock and a short gasping breath escaped him. As my hand wrapped around his cock I heard a low moan and I was no longer feeling anything but lust that had been pent up too long. With my free hand I reached up and started to pull the blankets down and he was pushing them down as well.

I’d seen him naked before, tokat escort over the years, but I’d never seen his cock hard. It wasn’t unusually long but I’d known that it was thick and it was really nice looking. I closed my mouth around it and moaned with the pleasure of having it in my mouth after so much tension. I wanted to just devour it and I quickly began sucking and stroking it like I’d been doing it my whole life. You could tell it had been a while for him, because I hadn’t been at it very long when his moans started increasing and he croaked, “I’m going to cum.”

He might have expected me to stop, but I sucked and stroked him even more urgently in response.

Suddenly, his back arched, his cock throbbed and he erupted in my mouth. He came in huge torrents of cum, filling my mouth faster than I could swallow it. I sucked and swallowed and licked as quickly as I could. I loved the feeling of his cum filling my mouth and loved even more the feeling of him writhing with orgasm under my mouth and his cum shooting onto my face and chin as I tried to keep up with it. I kept sucking and licking at him, very evidently starved for it, until he pushed me away, his cock finally too sensitive for my touch. I slid to the side of the bed and lay along side of him, still lightly stroking his cock. He made no move to reciprocate and I didn’t care since I couldn’t seem to take my hand from his cock anyway and he didn’t seem to be getting softer despite having just cum like a man that hadn’t had sex in a long time.

He had made reference before to being able to go multiple times a night and as I lay there continuing to stroke his cock, I could feel that he wasn’t quite as sensitive as he had been just after cumming, but he was no less hard. I brought my mouth back to his cock and he moaned a low growling moan in response. I straddled his legs and began sucking him again. This time I felt his hands go to the sides of my head, at first just feeling the rhythm of my head moving up and down on his cock, then holding it more firmly and fucking my face. I moaned loudly around his cock stuffed in my mouth and he knew I wanted him to use me. My cock throbbed from the erotic thrill of sucking him and I reached back trying to slide my sweat pants off. As I pushed my pants off, he could see my ass sticking in the air and it seemed to cause him to fuck my face more roughly. He could see now that I was stroking trabzon escort myself and he knew how turned on I was.

Finally he felt me push back against his hands and pull my head off his cock. When he felt me sliding forward, my knees on either side of his hips, he knew what I wanted. I reached behind me and took his cock, slick with his cum and my mouth, and rubbed it against my tight virgin hole. I didn’t think I could possibly take his fat cock into my ass, but I knew that I’d do anything to try. I pushed back against him and felt the huge head push into me. I won’t say it didn’t hurt, but I just steadily worked it in, slowly forcing it deeper until it finally pushed through and sunk the final inches to its base. I held still, getting used to it and the pain slowly passed and I began gently rocking back and forth, moving his cock just an inch or two in and out of me. The urgency built slowly and I ached to feel the full length of him sliding in and out of me. My rocking slowly changed to lifting up onto my knees and then sliding back down onto him. The more I slowly fucked him, the more I wanted to feel it harder. Before I realized it, I was rising quickly until his cock was almost out of me and slamming myself down onto him. I rose and fell furiously, trying to ram more of his cock into me when he finally gripped my hips and rolled on top of me.

“Fuck me.” I panted without even realizing, as soon as he rolled on top of me.

I lifted my legs back, exposing my ass to him. He started to fuck me hard and each breathe that was forced out of me as he slammed into me came out as “Yes”, “Fuck”, “me”, “yes”, “oh”, yes”, “fuck me”. I reached down and stroked my aching cock as he fucked me.

He rammed his cock into me and I felt it throb inside me and then could feel the hot splash of his cum filling me.

My own cock pulsed and my cum shot all the way up to my face and chest. His pace slowed and he emptied himself into me as I shot out onto my chest and he finally collapsed sliding onto the bed beside me as he did so.

We both lay exhausted until we fell asleep. I woke in the night and sucked his cock until he woke and then sucked him until he rewarded me with another load of cum.

The next day we went fishing as usual and nothing else was said, but when we went back to the motel, we both had just one quick beer before he turned out the light and got into bed. I didn’t need him to spell it out for me, I quickly got his cock into my mouth again.

The whole trip went much the same, fishing by day and as much sex as we could fit into each night. We never have talked about it but it seems that it’s like they say, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” if you know what I mean. I’m looking forward to continuing to help him bridge the gap to his next girlfriend.

This is my first submission after over ten years of reading some truly erotic and orgasm inducing stories. As any virgin will say, please be gentle on me 😉

*****

My name is Scotty Valentine, and here is my first gay experience.

My realization that I am bisexual came in my early twenties. I had masturbated as a teenager about what it would feel like to hold another cock in my hands, but never took it further than that. Then Internet porn allowed me my first glimpse on the sheer sexuality that is experienced with same sex coupling. I would admire the lesbian videos, but then made my way to guy on guy. My cock never got as big as watching two big uncut guys 69 each other. Then came the Craigslist prowling. Seeing what men were out there that wanted to indulge in some no strings attached fun. I browsed until I found an ad that peeked my interest. “Male with panty fetish seeking top”, was the headline. He was an Asian panty boy, who loved to wear panties just before he was fucked. We arranged to meet that night at his place, which was not far from where I lived.

I was nervous to say the least. I had always fantasized about fucking a man, but could I go through with it? When I saw another cock for the first time, would I want to suck it, or would I run away in terror? I took a nice long shower, making sure to shave my balls of all hair till I was nice and smooth. I rubbed some lotion on to avoid irritation. My 7 inch, uncut cock was swelling with anticipation. I smoked a bowl, took a shot and headed out the door into the night.

I remember the walk to the train and the trip there as one of the longest, most anticipated trips I ever took. Before I knew it, I was at his front door. I texted him to let him know I was out front and the bell buzzed to let me in. His door was the first door in the building, and I nervously knocked on the door. He opened the door with a big smile. He was just shorter than me at around 6’1, he weighed about 160, slender with short black hair. He was wearing a dark pair of loose sweat pants and a white t-shirt.

“So you’re Scotty,” he said. “I’m Kenny, and you look every bit delicious as your photo”.

“Thanks,” I said nervously with a laugh. “You, um, look good too.”

“Aw, thank you sweetie!” He cooed. “Please come in, I know it’s cold out!”

I walked into a neat and clean living room. There was a nice Christmas tree up, and the TV was playing Christmas cartoons.

“Nice tree,” I commented, trying to break the ice and play it cool while being polite.

“Thanks, baby. I try to keep things festive around the holidays. Why don’t you give me your coat and you can sit down,” Kenny said, as he took my coat and put it on a coat rack by the door. “Would you like some wine? It will help you relax”

I nodded graciously with a smile and say down and looked around. I realized my cock was raging hard and leaking düzce escort pre cum like a broken water main. I could feel my damp boxers and felt slightly embarrassed. That’s when Kenny returned with two glasses of white which he handed to me with a smile and a wink. He sat on the same couch as me, just one space away.

He was quiet as he sipped his wined and seductively looked me up and down. He bit his lip and looked into my eyes, and I felt my cock pulse with excitement.

“So is this really your first time, Scotty,” Kenny asked with a smile. “I don’t mind if it is, I’m just curious.”

“It really is,” I said with a smile. “I’m a little nervous, in case you can’t tell”.

“Oh I can tell baby, and I think it’s sexy as hell.”

He was quiet after that as he took a big gulp of his wine. I followed suit and downed three quarters of the glass while staring him in the eye. That’s when I looked down and saw the tent building in his pants. My own cock jumped knowing he was just as arroused as I was.

“Does it bother you that I have women’s panties on,” Kenny asked. ” I loved the silk feeling against my hard cock.”

“I don’t mind at all,” I said, as I reached down and re-adjusted my erection.

“Let’s take this into my room,” Kenny said, as he stood and took my wine glass and put his and mine on the coffee table. He then reached down, took my hand and lead me to his bedroom. As we walked with my hand locked into his, his other hand untied his sweat pants and let them drop, revealing a pair of slightly hairy, slender legs, that ended in a red pair of self boy shorts. I admired Lenny’s bubble shaped ass as he lead me to my first experience.

We stepped into a room that was lit a lamp that had a red bulb, bathing the room in a dark red light. The bed was a full size and stood in the center. Just before I could look around, Kenny turned and leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth. We instantly melted into each others lips, opening our mouths and exploring each other with our tongues. I could feel his hard cock through his panties, poking me in the stomach. I reached down and rubbed his head through the fabric, causing him to moan. He stopped me though and raided my hands away.

“Me first sexy,” he said with a grin. “I want you to really enjoy your first time.”

He pulled my shirt over my head and I quickly allowed him to make me shirtless. He slowly unbuckled my jeans and lowered them revealing my tented boxers, with a dark wet spot on the front.

“Oh my!” Kenny exclaimed with delight, “someone is really horny for me. He pulled my boxers over my stiff cock, and revealed my 7 in cock, the hood pulled all the way off the head and completely glistening with pre cum. “Look at this juicy treat you have for me!”

With one gulp, he engulfs my entire cock down his throat, edirne escort slowly pulling back and sucking the pre cum all off my cock head and making a slurping pop as he takes me out of his mouth. It’s a good thing he does because I feel like I’m ready to bust.

“Lay down on your stomach,” Kenny instructs me, ” I’m going to give you a nice back rub, so you can fuck me nice and deep afterwards and not strain your back” he finishes with a wink.

I crawl on his bed, as I feel him pull my pants and boxers completely off my legs, and manages to pull my socks off too, leaving me completely naked. I then lay face down in the center and turn my head to the side. I feel him crawl on top of me, and suddenly feel his hard cock rest between my ass cheeks, spreading them slightly, as he leans forward and starts rubbing the tension out of my shoulders. I instantly moan approval, feeling his strong hands rub the tension out of my muscles in my shoulders, then down between my shoulder blades, down to the muscles in my lower back. But the real pleasure is feeling another man’s erect penis in such a compromising position. He was literally an inch from sliding his cock into my ass. The idea of this was nerve wrecking because I didn’t think I was ready for that, but still was the best message I ever had.

“How does it feel baby,” Kenny asked as he continued to rub all the tension out of my muscles.

“Mmmmm, feels absolutely amazing” I said with absolute sincerity.

“Does it turn you on that its a man doing this to you,” Kenny asked as he slid his cock up and down my crack. “Do you want me to suck your cock Scotty? Do you want to fuck me till you cum deep inside me?”

All I could do was moan loudly. He lifted himself off me and quickly turned me onto my back, my erection sticking straight up to the ceiling. He began to suck me off slowly. Teasing my cock head with his tongue. He was laying in a position where his cock was within my reach. I stretched out and took it in my hand. Admiring the soft hot feeling it had. He has circumsized, unlike me and it was erotic seeing a completely different cock up close. He also did not shave and had a full bush, that I found sexy as hell. He had a musty, yet soapy smell to his crotch as I tried to reach further down.

“Do you want to suck my cock too baby” Kenny asked as he removed my cock from his mouth. I quickly nodded and he maneuvered himself so we lay in a sideways 69. I quickly engulfed my mouth over his cock. At this point I was a horny mess and I wanted it all. I played with his hairy balls as I greedy sucked his cock, at the same time enjoying the job he was doing on me. I grasped his ass cheeks as he began to fuck my mouth with his hard cock, tickling my nose with his pubic hair. I slipped two fingers into his tight ass and started to fuck his ass as he fucked elazığ escort my throat, working up a great rhythm. I became so horny that he could have fucked me right there. That was when my fingers hit his gspot, causing him to shoot rope after rope of cum down my throat. I gaged a little at first, but quickly swallowed every drop. Panting he pulled himself off my cock and layer on his back. His dick still pulsing from the orgasm he had.

“Oh my god baby,” he panted, “are you sure your a virgin? Because no virgin has ever made me cum from sucking my cock before!”

I couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. “Beginners luck, I suppose,” I said with a goofy smile, and stroked cock.

“Well just for that, I think you earned a special way for your first time,” Kenny said as he stood and walked over to his dresser. He came back and was holding a bottle of baby oil. He tossed it to me. “First, you have to get my ass wet baby, while I get your cock ready.”

Kenny then laid me on my back, and walked around the bed to stand over my head. He then took the bottle of baby oil from my hands and climbed on top of me, straddling my face and lowering his tight ass over my mouth. I reach up and pull his ass apart exposing his tight little asshole. I start to lick and shoving my tongue through the sphincter. I hear him moan as I hear him open the oil bottle and feel the warm oil trickle on my cock, and feel him stroke me, while getting me well lubed. I continue to tongue fuck his tight hole, savoring his musty, taste. I slip a finger in, then two, then three, pulling out and licking.

Suddenly he stands up and lays next to me on his back, facing me. “It’s time to fuck me baby,” he says with lust in his eyes.

“What about a condom,” I ask, already regretting it.

“Normally I’d already have you in one. But you let me cum in your mouth, and you swallowed. I think that your first time should be bareback, and you should feel your cum shoot in me.”

I’m so horny, I instantly crawl on top of him as he spreads his legs. I reach down and grasp my oiled member and guide it to his tight ass and push past his sphincter and sink all the way in till my balls are resting on his ass. Kenny locks his legs around me as I stop and enjoy my first time in a mans tight ass. It’s so much more tighter and hotter than any pussy on the planet. I begin to make out with Kenny, as I slide out just before my head comes out, and instantly slam back in. I build up a good rhythm our pelvises mashing together. I feel his hard cock sliding between our bellies, and feel his pre cum leaking as I brush up against his prostate with each thrust. My then grab on to his slick cock and start to pump it as I build up more speed.

I feel my balls begin to boil and know that I’m close to blasting into Kenny with a tidal wave.

“Oh, Kenny, I’m going to cum!!”

“That’s it baby, cum for me!! Cum inside me!! Make me your bitch baby!!”

That’s all I need to hear, as I unleash several ropes of cum deep in Kenny’s ass. I am exhausted and collapse on top of him. Kissing him deeply as we feel my cock slip out of his ass.

That was only the first hour I was there. If there is any interest. I will share the rest.

So here I am. Lying on Robby’s bed. He’s kneeling over my face. Not so gently sliding his cock into my mouth. My first blow job turned from me giving one to getting my face fucked. And you know what? I don’t hate it. It took some getting used to but once I did it was “ride me cowboy!”

I always told him I’d do anything he wanted and well I guess he decided to take me up on it. My hands were wrapped around him. Holding his ass cheeks and pulling him into me. Occasionally I’d gag from him hitting the back of my throat. I felt bad but think he kinda liked it. And well this is my first time. What do you expect?

I could tell he was getting ready to cum. His balls were tensing up and cock was throbbing a bit. I was both petrified and craving that load. I had no idea what he was going to do. And honestly I had no choice in the matter. He never slowed down. A quick “I’m gonna cum…” and then… Wait. I’m getting ahead of myself here…

I met Robby online about 5 years ago. I’d never been with a man before. Well being honest, I had one drunken encounter in college that I only vaguely remember. It was always a blur and I always wondered what we did. I guess I get an asterisk next to my claim of being a virgin huh? Or does it still count if I don’t remember?

Robby and I chatted online for years. We shared a lot of interests and spent a lot of time talking about them and building a great “virtual” friendship. I’m not going to try to lie though; we had plenty of intense sex chats and video cybersex sessions. I really enjoyed everything about him and I knew that if I were to ever really be with a man it would be him. It had to be him really because I knew it would mean more with someone I knew so well. Someone that could make me want him so much over a computer screen and phone calls HAD to be amazing in person. I needed to find out!

We had set up times to meet and something always came up. One of us had something suddenly come up. I know most if not all mine were genuine (and not fear) and I hoped his were too. This time, we had set up to meet at a local bar at lunch. The morning came and neither of us had backed out. My heart skipped a beat and I was both excited and little scared. There was no way I was backing out. Besides, we were just meeting for a beer. Nothing had to happen if I didn’t want it to.

Twelve came and I was there. I was watching the TV sipping on my beer, trying to act normal and not show that my heart was racing. I was going through a million scenarios in my mind how this would go.

“Chris?”. I was immediately brought back to reality by the sound of Robby’s voice.

He sat across from me in the booth and was even better looking in person than he was over the computer. I wanted to slide under that table and go down on him right then and there. Thinking that might be too forward, and the fear of him not feeling the same about me, I kept to my seat. The conversation just flowed like we had been best friends for years (we had). No uncomfortable small talk. Just leaving off at our last chat about cars, housing projects and all our mutual areas of interest.

I glanced at the TV and an hour had gone by. How did that happen? I did notice muğla escort I started to feel a little bit of a buzz. Then it happened. The waitress came over to see if we needed anything and Robby asked me if I wanted a shot of tequila. That was the agreed upon sign that one would ask if we wanted to take this to the next level.

I replied “Oh yeah definitely!” The waitress left and then came back with the shots. We did them and promptly paid our tab and hopped in the car to his house.

His house was only a couple minutes from the bar so we were there at his door before I knew it. He looked at me and said “Are you sure you are ready for this?”

I said “Well…” then proceeded to pin him against the wall my right thigh rubbing his groin and planted a hard passionate kiss on him. I felt his hardness against my thigh.

He reached down with his right hand and rubbed my hardness too. It felt so good. I could have kept going but he stopped to open the door.

We walked in and he directed me to have a seat. I did as I was told. Always seems to like the idea of being submissive but that’s another story.

We sat on the couch and he pounced on me. His tongue began probing my mouth and his weight on top of me pinning me to the couch. This time it was his thigh rubbing my throbbing cock through my jeans.

He left my mouth and started kissing down my neck, unbuttoning my shirt and running his lips and tongue down my neck to my stomach. His moth never left my skin and he had my jeans around my ankles before I knew it.

My straining cock pointing straight up and as hard as it had ever been. I’m about 7 inches and average thickness I guess.

Robby gently held my throbbing member telling me how much he loved my cock. He took off his shirt and then dropped to the floor. He ran his tongue up the underside of my balls then cock and I saw fireworks. He took a little into his mouth and began to give me the most amazing blow job I had ever gotten. Amazing. I didn’t think I could last long with how expertly he was sucking me.

I struggled to get free from him and pinned him down on the floor as we fell off the couch. I went straight for his shorts. I unbuttoned them and slid them down and his cock sprang out to greet me. He was about the same size as me but had a huge fat head. I didn’t bother to take his short off I just grabbed that meat. I was on fire. I needed it!

My first cock was now in my hand. It was hard but soft. It felt kind of odd but also amazing. Different than mine. The thought of what I was doing hit me for a split second but then I just had to have it.

I did exactly like Robby had done and ran my tongue up the base of his balls to the underside of his cock and then proceeded to take in a bit of that cock head in my mouth. The warmth of it. The musky man smell. My god, I was meant to be a cocksucker. While I started giving my first blow job, Robby proceeded to take off his shorts and shirt.

I was now taking most of him in my mouth. The feeling of his head almost at my throat was wonderful. I could taste his precum and that just turned me on more. All of a sudden he flipped ordu escort us over and was kneeling above my face.

He asked if I meant it when I told him I’d do anything he wanted. At that moment I wanted that cock in my mouth so bad that I would have agreed to be gang raped by the Green Bay Packers so of course I said “Oh yeah baby. I’m yours. Whatever you want.”

He rotated around and lowered his balls into my mouth and commanded me to suck them. I sucked on one then the other.

I then opened wide so I could take them both deep into my mouth. He was so deep my nose pressed up against his asshole. That didn’t bother me in the slightest. To be honest, I was in pure heaven. He continued giving me the tea bag treatment then pulled them out of my mouth.

Before I had a chance to complain, he rotated back to face me and knelt over me. He leaned forward pushing his cock into my mouth and started gently fucking my mouth.

I was loving that. He took his cock out grabbed and smacked my cheeks and mouth a few times making me begs for it.

He said “Get up, we’re going to the bedroom!” I nodded and eagerly followed him. Walking behind him I saw what a fantastic ass he had. I just wanted to grab it and run my tongue over it right there on the stairs.

When we got in his bedroom he had me get up on the bed and he quickly got back to kneeling over my face. He went back to the slow gently strokes in and out of my mouth. He started building up speed and depth.

He asked me if I wanted more.

I couldn’t answer any more than a grunt so he must have assumed I was OK with it or didn’t care. Soon his balls were slapping against my chin and my nose was buried in public hair. I think he was almost as deep as he could go. I felt him even further in my throat.

His balls started tensing up and cock was throbbing a bit. I was both petrified and craving that load. I had no idea what he was going to do. And honestly I really had no choice in the matter. He never slowed down.

A quick “I’m gonna cum.” and he pulled out jerking his load into my face.

Some went in my hair, some my cheeks. My eyes… I’m coated. A couple globs into my mouth which I quickly swallowed. A small taste. A tease. He tasted better than mine! I wanted more. Once his spasm stopped he sat back panting.

“Don’t move baby, I’ll clean you up.” he said.

He told me to lay there and close my eyes as he wiped away the cum with a warm towel. I loved I could smell it on my skin and taste it in my mouth. I think the room smelled of sex. Or maybe it was just that I was in sensory overload!?!?!

After he finished cleaning me he gave some attention to my aching cock. He rubbed the towel with it coating it with his cum and started slowly jerking it. I moaned in satisfaction. His hand felt so good.

I was dying to cum. I didn’t care how quickly it happened. I just needed to cum. Now! As he jerked me though a new need arose. I needed to be fucked. I needed him in me. That urge overpowered my desire to cum.

I begged him repeatedly… “Fuck me please baby! Please???” I said.

After my begging got more osmaniye escort urgent he stopped jerking me and pulled my legs up onto his shoulders.

He squirted some lube onto a finger and put a big blob right on my man pussy. That caused a tingle up my spine. I needed him in me.

As he pressed one finder into me pushing the lube in I let out a soft moan. It felt so good… even better than my own fingers in the shower. He worked up to 2 and then 3 and I was about to lose it… “Come on baby. Get in me. Now!! Please???”

He reached for a condom and unwrapped it. As he was about to put it on I smacked it out of his hand.

“Fuck that thing!!” I said. “I need to feel you. Only you.” I stated.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Oh yeah. I’ve wanted you to fill me with your load forever now. Please just fuck me now. Whatever you want baby. I’ll do whatever.” I begged.

He paused for a minute.

“Come on…Fuck me now! Please!!” I continued to beg.

He took out his fingers and placed the head of his cock right at my hole. He applied a little pressure and slid in a little bit. His fat head was stretching me good. It kinda hurt a little bit but it was an “oh my god gimme more” kind of pain. He started rocking back and forth into me. And then the head popped into me completely. I groaned and grunted in ecstasy. It was amazing but I needed more.

“Come on baby. Fuck that ass!” I moaned.

He rocked back and forth some more. Going a little deeper each time. The fullness was amazing. He was definitely thicker than anything I’ve had in me before. And it was absofuckinglutely amazing!

I groaned with each thrust. He grunted as he built up speed.

“You are fucking amazing!!” I yell.

Finally he rocked forward with all his weight and was balls deep in me. I let out a loud yelp as that was deeper than anything had been in me too. Again, Mind numbingly amazing! He stayed there a moment and let me adjust then started pounding away at me. It was fucking unlike anything I had ever felt before and I didn’t want him to stop. Ever! I was hooked on cock.

He was going at it hard and with each balls beep pounding into me I was moaning a screaming and begging for him to go harder and faster! I spit into my hand and grabbed my cock and started jerking furiously.

I was probably about 5 strokes from blowing and he announced he was about to cum.

“Me too!” I yelled.

I started to cum and it was an amazingly intense mind numbing orgasm. Shooting up to my face and chest. I was so out of it I didn’t notice that Robby too was cumming.

His body was writhing and he was moaning. He was shooting deep into my body and filling me with his cum.

He collapsed on me…My legs still up on his shoulders and his twitching cock still in me… I could feel the shudders in his body as he slowly pulled out. We were both spent. Out of breath.

“How’d you like it?” He asked?

“Enough to do this.” I said. With that I wrapped my arms around him and passionately kissed him. The sweat. The scent of sex filling my senses. Then I stopped.

Looked at him and said “Wow…Baby you are amazing. I wish we didn’t wait so long…Wow… Just wow!”

Robby smiled and I slid down under him grabbed his softening cock and licked the drop of cum off the tip that had collected and enthusiastically swallowed it. I then squeezed the last drop out of him and snacked on that.

Oh my god that was amazing… I’m hooked and I needed more… like right now…

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

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

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

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

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

Since we were so messy we decided to go shower…

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

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

And yeah, keep the mails flowing!

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Episode 6

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

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

“Totally cooked eh?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s get those Bastards BadgerKing.”

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

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

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

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“I’m not eating that!”

“And why not?”

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

The poor bodyguard stared helplessly at his demanding prisoner.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why Vanessa! Long time no see!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

“You’ve got to be kidding!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No way I’m getting on that thing!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Christian collapsed next to the Duke on the hay bundles.

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

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

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

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

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

“I believe the term is ethical hacker.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah right.”

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

“What in the world are you blabbering about?”

Duke took a deep breath.

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

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

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

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

Duke chose to ignore the comment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I should not have…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

“So how will the poor horses sleep?”

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

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

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

“What’s so funny?”

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

“What do you mean?”

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

“Seriously?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And?”

“And what?”

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who is it from?” Cody asked Valentine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The pizza was drugged.” Cody spoke softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the..!?” Owen said.

“Fuck no!” Brent yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2 Boy Meets Llama

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

I wasn’t as lucky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said to her, “But I’m not gay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My eye twitched when I said the word straight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right now I had to go puke.

——————

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

Then there were the flowers with no card.

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

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

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

“What’s up, Wes?” he asked.

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

“I’m not supposed to say.”

I think I knew.

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

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

“What’s the big secret then?”

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

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

“Is this some type of guilt trip?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Telling me what?” I asked.

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

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

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

“Figure out what?” I asked.

“Wes,” Alan whispered. “You are gay.”

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

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

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

“Have a nice day!”