Dominating the Lax Bros Pt. 02

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Before settling into the dorm room, Peter announced that he needed to pee and headed off to the bathroom. This left Lincoln and Liam alone together for the first time.

As the skinny freshman stud looked at his conquest, the cocky lacrosse player couldn’t believe where he was. Just an hour before, he’d been on top of the world, having just vanquished his rivals in lacrosse in one of the biggest games of the season. Now this 6’1″, toned and shredded Irishman was butt-ass naked in a freshman dorm room, submitting to a guy two years younger than him. And to make matters worse, his dick was still hard and throbbing — the same thick 6.6-inch cock that he’d used to fuck girls so many times before.

As Liam stood naked in the middle of the dorm room, Lincoln circled around him while fully clothed, admiring this toned and muscular stud. Lincoln was no stranger to sex and had fucked both girls and guys in high school with his thick and meaty 8-inch dick, which always surprised people on his skinny and average-looking body. But Lincoln had never fucked someone nearly as hot as Liam, and this gorgeous lacrosse stud would be the sexiest lay he’d ever had.

Liam had short, curly brown hair with green eyes that were deeply set back into his handsome face. His jawline was chiseled and perfect, as was every muscle on his toned body. His shoulders, arms, chest, and abs all glistened with sweat as Lincoln admired this sexy jock stud, all while fully clothed himself. Liam had a nice bit of chest hair on him and muscular, hairy legs. He was an all-around stud and alpha male.

“What do you want me to do to you?” Lincoln whispered, breaking the silence for the first time.

Liam gulped. “Whatever you want, sir.”

“That’s the right answer,” Lincoln said, smiling. “But what do you WANT me to do to you?”

“Umm, I want to see you naked and maybe suck you off again?”

“Is that all?” Lincoln replied, reaching down to grab Liam’s throbbing dick for the first time.

As this younger and shorter stud grabbed his manhood, Liam’s body shuddered with a wave of pleasure, making him yearn for Lincoln’s touch.

“I want to please you,” Liam said sheepishly. “And see how many times I can make you cum.”

“Do you want me to cum inside of you?” Lincoln asked.

“Yes!” Liam blurted out, a bit too quickly.

“Have you ever been fucked before?”

“No!” Liam gulped, his dick pulsing in Lincoln’s hand.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Lincoln whispered quietly into Liam’s ear.

Before today, Liam had never fathomed that he would ever suck someone’s dick, let alone ask a guy to fuck him. But with Lincoln fondling his hard-on and whispering in his ear, he felt compelled to give himself completely to this freshman stud.

“YES!” Liam begged.

“PLEASE FUCK ME!”

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Lincoln kept massaging Liam’s dick and also playing with his man-sized balls. Lincoln then reached around and felt Liam’s ass for the first time. It was a god-like ass–muscular, toned, and firm from all the years Liam spent playing rugby and lacrosse.

“I’m going to enjoy fucking this,” Lincoln whispered in Liam’s ear. “And I have a feeling you’ll love it too.”

Liam shuddered and felt himself getting close to orgasm as Lincoln kept fondling his cock and massaging his muscular bubble butt. Even though Lincoln was still fully clothed, Liam was about to lose control and shoot his load all over the dorm room floor.

Lincoln felt this too and released his grip of Liam’s dick right before the Irish stud reached the point of no return. His dick was thick and throbbing, on the brink of orgasm, but no longer being touched. Instead, it just convulsed on its own as Lincoln kept feeling up the lacrosse stud’s incredible ass.

Liam was so horny that he reached his hand down to keep jerking himself off, but Lincoln slapped it away. “You won’t be needing that,” he whispered. “Trust me.”

Lincoln then pulled Liam over to his bed and told him to get on all fours. The lacrosse stud obeyed and presented his athletic ass to the short, scrawny, but well-endowed freshman. Lincoln took a moment to admire Liam’s toned and beefy butt and started pulling apart his cheeks to massage his sexy hole.

Liam moaned as Lincoln slipped a finger inside him for the very first time. Liam had never before played with his ass–nor had anyone else. “I’m a virgin,” he whispered, embarrassingly.

“I know,” Lincoln replied confidently. “Just relax and trust me.”

Lincoln removed his finger and put his lips to Liam’s hole, gently blowing inside it. He then kissed it for the first time and started licking it, giving Liam sensations that he never thought were possible.

“FUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKK!” Liam moaned. “THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOOOOOOOD.”

Lincoln alternated between tonguing and blowing on Liam’s hole–shooting waves of pleasure through his lacrosse stud body. Every muscle of his shredded body tightened and loosened with the anal assault of Lincoln’s istanbul travesti tongue. Liam started moaning and screaming as Lincoln’s mouth unlocked secrets in his ass that he didn’t know existed.

“FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!” he screamed. “UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Lincoln worried that Liam’s shouting might wake up the whole dorm, but he also figured that it was past time for payback with all the noise that the lax bros constantly made every night.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” Liam yelled. “FUUUUUUUUCKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Lincoln kept up his assault on Liam’s ass and was thoroughly enjoying his big and beefy butt when his roommate, Peter, returned to the room.

“Dude,” Peter said, “I can hear y’all all the way down the hall!”

“Oh sorry,” Lincoln said, removing his mouth from Liam’s asshole. “I’m just trying to loosen this bitch up before I fuck him.”

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Peter couldn’t believe that his roommate was still fully clothed while this sexy Irish lax bro was butt-ass naked and moaning like a bitch in heat. “Well I might start studying,” Peter said, “But you guys carry on.”

“Sure thing bro,” Lincoln said, “And we can take a break and try something else. Liam, why don’t you take off my shorts and suck me off?”

The lax bro was sad that Lincoln’s mouth had left his asshole and he already missed the new sensations that Lincoln had showed him for the first time. But he was also excited to see Lincoln’s mammoth cock and swallow his entire shaft once again down his throat.

Liam took off Lincoln’s shirt and removed his shorts, so the freshman stud was once again standing in his pair of red, plaid boxers. Just like before, Lincoln’s imposing hard-on looked like an absurd crowbar in his shorts. Liam greedily took them off with his mouth and eagerly dove at Lincoln’s cock.

With Peter trying to study just a few feet away, Liam started worshipping Lincoln’s dick on his bed. Liam was now an experienced cocksucker–even if only for the past hour–and he was eager to show this freshman stud what he was made of.

For the next fifteen minutes, Liam sucked on Lincoln’s cock and lavished it with affection. He easily swallowed all 8.2 inches of Lincoln’s thick and weighty shaft and alternated sucking on his balls and deep-throating his massive dick. With every inch of Lincoln’s spear buried down his throat, Liam felt up Lincoln’s small but toned body while submitting completely to this sexy freshman stud.

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Peter found it difficult, but not impossible, to study as his roommate got a world-class blowjob just feet away. Peter put in headphones to drown out Liam’s slurping sounds, and he occasionally glanced over and admired the two studs’ sexy bodies. Peter had never before realized he was bi, but he now enjoyed the sight of naked guys, particularly those as gorgeous as Lincoln and Liam.

Liam was objectively the more attractive of the two, with his bulging muscles and model-good looks. But Lincoln was handsome too, and he exuded a gentle confidence as he expertly fucked Liam’s throat.

After fifteen minutes, Liam was shocked that Lincoln wasn’t yet on the verge of cumming. His own dick was still throbbing and on the brink of orgasm but had been completely untouched. Liam dared not touch it or disobey Lincoln’s commands, and his only goal was bringing pleasure to this calm and cocky stud.

As Lincoln withdrew his massive spear from Liam’s throat, he asked the Irishman once again if he wanted to be fucked. “Yes sir,” Liam gulped, as he soaked in the sight of Lincoln’s absurdly large cock. “But please go slow.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle, and pretty soon you’ll be begging for more.”

Lincoln turned Liam over and made him get on all fours once again. This time Liam eagerly put his butt up and was not disappointed when Lincoln’s mouth once again started lapping at his hole. Every fiber of Liam’s body felt horny and alive as Lincoln opened up his quivering and virgin ass.

After five minutes of tonguing, Lincoln put a finger in Liam’s ass, and then two. Liam moaned and felt a bit of discomfort, but pleasure quickly took over and swept across his body.

Peter started glancing over at his roommate more and more as Lincoln started opening up the Irish stud’s ass for the first time. Although Peter had seen blowjobs before (hell, he’d just experienced four of them), he had never before seen real people having sex. So he watched in awe as his roommate opened up this sexy lacrosse stud’s virgin asshole.

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“FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK!” Liam moaned, as Lincoln put the massive head of his shaft inside him for the first time.

Lincoln paused and let Liam adjust, and also started kissing the back of his neck and ears. “Such a good little bitch,” he whispered in Liam’s ear. “Just relax and take my fucking cock.”

Liam moaned as Lincoln pushed istanbul travestileri his shaft deeper and deeper into the lacrosse stud’s beefy butt. All those years of squats and leg workouts at the gym had made his ass hard and toned, but he had no idea that his muscular ass would now just be a source of pleasure for Lincoln’s massive cock.

Lincoln pushed inch after inch deep inside this sexy lacrosse stud. Liam moaned and writhed with pleasure as Lincoln bottomed out into his ass.

Lincoln just relaxed and let Liam get used to his dick’s length and girth. “How do you feel?” he asked the lax bro.

“I FEEL FULL!” Liam yelled.

Lincoln waited for a moment before slowly starting to gently rock back and forth. As Liam tried to relax his ass muscles, he felt himself getting fucked for the first time in his life by a shorter, skinner, and cockier guy two years younger than him.

“UGHHHHHHHHH!” Liam moaned more loudly, as Lincoln started pounding him more forcefully.

Lincoln reached underneath and grabbed Liam’s cock. It had started deflating slightly but perked right back up at the slightest touch from the cocky freshman.

“Fuck yeah, bitch,” Lincoln said. “Take my fucking dick!”

“YESSSSSSSSSSSS!” Liam yelled. “FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Lincoln smiled as the sexy lacrosse stud seemed to be liking it. His big, beefy butt had not only taken all eight inches of Lincoln’s dick, but he was already turned on and eager for more. Lincoln was happy to oblige and told Liam to flip over so that he could fuck him face-to-face.

Liam felt empty when Lincoln withdrew his colossal spear so that Liam could flip over. But now he also could see the guy who was fucking him, and it immediately felt more intimate and extreme. Inch by inch, Lincoln reinserted himself into Liam’s ass without breaking eye contact with the Irish stud. As Lincoln bottomed out, waves of pleasure shot across Liam’s body, and Lincoln enjoyed observing the expressions on Liam’s handsome face.

“FUCK!” Liam exclaimed. “UGH, that feels so fucking good!”

“Your ass is so tight, baby,” Lincoln whispered. “You want me to fuck you good?”

“YESSSSSSSS!” Liam said.

“DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Lincoln couldn’t believe his luck started mercilessly pounding this lacrosse stud’s sexy ass. Alternating between short, forceful strokes, and long, smooth ones, he started plowing this stud to a sexual crescendo that he had never achieved before.

“YESSSSSSSSSS!” Liam screamed. “FUUUUUUUCKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

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Peter could no longer study as Liam’s screams were so loud they filled the entire dorm. Instead, he took off his headphones and started watching his roommate put on a clinic in how to fuck and take a guy’s virginity.

“FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK!” Liam moaned.

As Lincoln pounded this lacrosse stud’s ass, the only way that he could think of to get him to shut up was to kiss him. While still fucking him forcefully and briskly, Lincoln leaned in and locked lips with Liam to make out with this sexy lacrosse stud.

Liam was overwhelmed with emotion and pleasure as Lincoln inserted his tongue forcefully into his mouth. Even though Liam had made out with dozens of people before, he had never before been on the receiving end of such an aggressive and confident kiss. Lincoln was owning his mouth the same way that he had dominated his ass, and all Liam could do was try to welcome him in to give Lincoln as much pleasure as possible.

For the next few minutes, Lincoln dominated Liam’s ass and mouth and took his anal virginity in the most intimate way possible. The Irish stud gave himself completely to Lincoln as wave after wave of pleasure washed over his body.

“FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!” he moaned into Lincoln’s mouth.

Without any warning and without being touched, Liam’s dick erupted all over his and Lincoln’s abs. Lincoln just kept fucking him as Liam moaned inside his mouth, and the two studs were shaking the bed frame so much it banged against the dorm room wall.

Watching the sight before him, Peter couldn’t help pulling out his own massive dick. Even though he’d cum an hour before–showering the lax bros with his seed–he felt turned on and horny watching his roommate put on a clinic in how to fuck.

Neither Lincoln nor Liam noticed Peter’s massive horse cock coming out to play, since they were both completely enraptured by their passionate embrace. Lincoln kept plowing Liam’s ass with his dick, while Liam’s own manhood stayed fully erect, despite having shot a load of cum while entirely untouched.

“UGH, FUCK ME!” Liam moaned, in a rare moment when his lips left Lincoln’s.

“YOU’RE SO FUCKING TIGHT!” Lincoln exclaimed.

The freshman stud kept sawing away at the lacrosse stud’s ass for the next few minutes, continuing to pound and plunder his sensitive hole. Liam just moaned even more and pulled Lincoln closer to him as the studs kept making out. From this position, travesti istanbul Liam’s dick was now rubbing against Lincoln’s abs, and it felt like the freshman stud was giving him some pleasure despite not actually touching Liam’s cock.

“I’M GETTING CLOSE!” Lincoln declared, as he pounded Liam’s ass more forcefully.

“FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK!” he bellowed.

As Lincoln screamed–losing control for the first time–he shot his load deep inside Liam’s ass, filling the sexy Irishman with his seed. Feeling the sexy freshman explode inside him and with his own dick pulsing against Lincoln’s abs, Liam shot his load once again.

“FUUUUCKKKKKKKKK!” Liam screamed, as he came for the second time in fifteen minutes. “YOUR DICK FEELS SO FUCKING GOOOOOOOODDDD!”

After Lincoln shot his load deep inside Liam’s ass, and Liam’s cock sprayed cum all over their bodies, Liam kissed Lincoln once again as the freshman’s dick stayed buried in his ass.

“That was fucking amazing,” Liam whispered, staring into Lincoln’s handsome face and deep-brown eyes. “You’re such a fucking stud.”

Lincoln smiled and pulled his fingers through Liam’s short, curly brown hair. “Are you glad you lost the bet?” he joked.

“Ha,” Liam laughed. “Absolutely.”

With his dick still firmly inside Liam’s ass, Lincoln hadn’t realized that his roommate was now fully naked and jerking his absurdly huge 10.4-inch dick just a few feet.

“Oh, damn!” he said, surprised.

For the first time, Liam noticed that Peter had been watching them and had witnessed the taking of his anal virginity. He also saw that Peter was fully naked, with his massively thick and lengthy dick on full display.

“Hey baby,” Lincoln said, stroking Liam’s hair. “It looks like my roommate could use some attention.”

“Oh fuck,” Liam gulped. “Just give me a moment to rest.”

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Lincoln gave Liam some water as the lacrosse stud took a few minutes to rest and recover. He was used to hours-long sports matches and grueling workouts, but his body had never before been dominated like it had by Lincoln. Taking an eight-inch dick deep inside him for half an hour was exhausting, and he knew that Peter’s colossal cock was bigger than his roommate’s in both length and girth.

Peter was elated that he might finally lose his virginity during his second month of college. And even though Liam was no longer an anal virgin, it was probably a good thing that his ass was loosened up after being impaled by Lincoln’s thick and lengthy cock.

Peter’s mammoth manmeat was still fully erect as he soaked in the sight of his sexy roommate dominating this muscular lacrosse stud. Even in porn, he had never seen anything like it, and he now forgot all about his exam the next morning. Instead, he could only think of sex and losing his virginity for the first time.

Lincoln was also excited that he could share this experience with Peter. For the past month and a half, he’d felt sorry for his roommate and knew that he didn’t fully fit in at college. But now Peter had just dominated the lacrosse bros, gotten four incredible blowjobs, and was about to lose his virginity by fucking one of the hottest guys in the school. He’d gone from zero to a hundred, and was now about to have his mind blown by Liam’s amazing ass.

Feeling rested and recharged, Liam dropped to his knees in front of Peter. The freshman’s colossal cock looked so out of proportion on his short and scrawny body, and Liam eagerly started worshipping Peter’s massive shaft. This time, Liam had a bit more practice and experience, and he was still frustrated that he hadn’t been able to deep-throat Peter as Reese had done just an hour before.

So with renewed vigor and passion, Liam tried swallowing all of Peter’s cock. And to his surprise, he succeeded. Every inch of Peter’s manmeat now filled Liam’s throat. Peter fucked his mouth gently, giving Liam time to adjust, and ran his fingers through the stud’s hair.

Liam looked up and made eye contact with Peter while bottoming out on his cock. Peter looked so young and innocent, and not at all like the kind of guy that Liam expected to have such a massive dick. Peter’s horsecock was the kind that Liam pretended he had and bragged about to all the girls. But in truth, their dicks didn’t compare and this short and scrawny guy was just like Lincoln in turning Liam into a complete and total bottom.

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As Liam sucked on Peter’s cock for ten or fifteen minutes, swallowing and worshiping ever inch, his own dick grew hard once again despite having already cum multiple times. As Peter’s massive mancock slipped from Liam’s throat, the lacrosse stud looked up greedily into his eyes.

“Please fuck me,” he said. “I’m ready for it.”

Peter beamed but wasn’t quite sure what to do. He’d never had sex before and had no idea to go about it.

“How do you want to fuck him?” Lincoln asked, sensing his roommate’s hesitation.

“Ummmm,” Peter pondered for a moment. “I want him to ride me.” This was a position that Peter had seen in porn, and he could think of nothing hotter than this jacked lacrosse bro getting on top of him and impaling himself with Peter’s dick.

The Gay Haunt

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Jack Timmons came into my life on a warm afternoon in July of 2021. The place is the private courtyard behind the gym where I go to lift weights 3 or 4 times a week.

It was a typical evening. I had moved from exercise to exercise working triceps, biceps, pecs, lats and shoulders. Between sets I stole a peek or two at the men, particularly the more muscular among them.

Age 25, I had recently accepted my sexuality, though I have to admit it wasn’t easy. I can’t be gay. Seriously, it’s not like I’m a hairdresser or into women’s fashions. I don’t walk around with a limp wrist like I want to hold a pocketbook on my arm. I’m an athlete but so is a figure skater. I played football at Sayville high school. I even dated a cheerleader with a nice set of boobs named Chelsea. I don’t hang out with a bunch of women, just one.

What happened to me? A recent day at the beach with my girlfriend Denise gave me the first inkling that I’m at least bisexual. We were sitting on our blankets facing the surf. A young couple was walking along the water edge. I found myself captivated by the boyfriend and my eyes followed him.

He has a gorgeous body. Bronzed complexion, toned body in swim briefs and close cropped brown hair cut a fine figure.

My girlfriend shot an annoyed glance at me.

“Don’t look at her.”

There was nothing I could say. Of course I wasn’t ready to admit to leering at the boyfriend.

Those words hung in the air between us making me take my eyes off the couple.

“What does she have that I don’t have?”

I made every effort to put the event behind us, which is to say I stopped checking out guys when Denise was with me. When I was istanbul travesti out alone, however, it was a different story.

Anyway, having completed my workout, I went directly from the shower to the pool area without bothering to put on my bathing suit. Hell all the other guys are naked I may as well skinny dip.

That gorgeous stranger whose name I was soon to learn was lying in a chaise lounge barely 10 feet away on my right.

Blond and well toned, he stared through dark glasses at the sky.

I can’t just stroke my dick in front of him. I would love to have him jumping on my bones. I can take his cock right here, right now.

Seconds ticked away. His head turned in my direction. Is he looking at me?

I said, “crowded tonight.”

“It’s always like this at this time of day.”

“Last week I was off from work so I was coming in the morning. It’s a big difference.”

He asked, “what kind of work do you do.”

“Accountant,” I replied.

“I’m a nurse.”

There are not many male nurses in the world. He might be gay.

We spent a few minutes chatting. Meanwhile my eyes wandered down to his manhood. He seemed to not mind.

“By the way, I’m Jack.”

“Steven,” I replied.

My eyes locked onto his eyes and his onto mine signaling secret desire.

“If you’re not busy tonight let’s meet someplace and throw darts. Do you throw darts?”

I asked, “where did you have in mind.”

“Pauly’s Place,” said Jack. “Do you know where it is?”

“I’ve heard of it.”

I not only know where it is I also know what it is. I’m going to get laid tonight.

Later that evening a red Toyota driven by a istanbul travestileri Hispanic named Juan let me off downtown about a hundred feet from my destination. I took a few seconds to respond to a text and tip the driver then peered in both directions.

Pauly’s Place bustled with activity. Off to my right men gathered to throw darts at a few boards placed at shoulder height. In the other direction both pool tables hosted matches. Every stool at the bar was occupied as were many of the tables.

Rainbow flags hung from beams, their stripes horizontal. Next to them large 5 bladed fans spun cooling the room. Bottle lamp shades hung from the ceiling, each a different color. It all made interesting decor.

Within seconds a strikingly handsome dude clad in pink polo shirt, tight jeans and gray Sketchers slip-ons approached me.

He asked, “what time did you leave the gym.”

“About a half hour after we stopped chatting,” I replied.

I had to jerk off first. I would not say that just then.

He asked, “what are you drinking.”

“Just Michelob,” I replied.

I gulped the last inch of beer just seconds before a waiter came to our table.

The waiter is another hunk. Dark hair frames a square face. A tag over his right pec identifies him as Alan.

“Another beer,” I said.

Jack added “make it two Michelobs.”

What’s upstairs? Does this place show video? Is it a different business?

He asked, “do you follow couples figure skating.”

“I love watching couples skating. I played football in high school and pretended to love watching games. I knew just enough to give the impression that I follow the sport. travesti istanbul It helped me hide my sexuality.”

Jack made an observation.

“It just takes knowing a couple of names and stats.”

“That’s all it takes.”

Jack Timons never just pretended to like anything and said as much. Skating is one sport he does enjoy watching. Like me, he knows many of the contestants and the medals that they won. He also can talk intellegently about partcular performances.

He had begun his nursing career ten years before this night at the well known gay haunt. I guessed his age to be 32.

“I’m 25,” I said.

By this point in the evening I wanted him naked and under me. Sitting on his lap taking his cock would make my day.

I finally asked, “do they show videos upstairs.”

He grinned then asked, “did you jerk off in the courtyard.”

“I’ll never tell.”

“You did, didn’t you.”

Jack and I came into the upstairs room finding it unoccupied. Three walls are each dominated by a 70-inch Samsung television showing man on man sex.

“I’m getting a boner.”

“I have one alrady dude.” Jack’s reply came with a grin.

Within a minute my clothes and his lay on the floor at the foot of a large red leather mattress. Jack was lying facing the ceiling. His thick cock is stretching my butthole making it tingle. Grunts belie my delight. He has a look of satisfaction on his face.

In the meantime hot men on camera were going at it giving each other pleasure.

Jack climaxed and flashed the OK signal. Taking his meaning I moved my ass letting his cock out and went down into an open-mouthed kiss.

Tuesday morning saw me at my desk in the cubicle. Part of my brain worked at bookkeeping for a long time client. The other part pined for Jack. Why had he not called after Friday? Did he just fuck me and cast me aside like a worn tool?

I’ll call him tonight. Maybe we can go on a date.

Liotta Lad Pt. 09

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The Channel Crossing Ferry had already docked, and the boys had about a half-hour before boarding began. Stefano was in floods of tears begging Dan to stay, but the Fugitive simply had to make a run for it.

“When are you coming back?” Stefano sniffed.

It would be years before Dan could return. The boy’s relatives might stop searching for the Trucker, but their fury would never wane. If he was discovered anywhere in the world, they would take him out. Going dark in Portugal was the best course of action. The first sensible decision he’d made in a very long time.

Stefano’s mind was turning over and and over, desperately trying to invent some way that he might stowaway with his Man. But without a passport it seemed hopeless. He had nothing but the work clothes he was standing in. Scruffy and unwashed. He smelled amazing.

“You’ve got to go back, babe. It’s over,” Dan told him softly, “Your Pa will welcome you with open arms, you know he will. He’s saving all his hate for me. But I’ll be long gone.”

He took the key to Stefano’s cage off his chain and tried to hand it over.

“No I don’t want it,” the teenager sulked.

“Come on, don’t be silly, I can’t leave with the key…”

Stefano took it, but he would keep himself locked down several days longer. The thought off taking it off felt like removing a wedding ring.

The Trucker got his phone istanbul travesti out,

“Glad I got so many pictures of you. Something to remember all the good times we had…”

They watched a few dirty vids, mostly shot at the start of the summer, when their affair was new. Best one showed Dan making the teen piss in a beer bottle. It overflowed with Stefano’s golden water, crashing down his knuckles and pattering the rug. Then Dan told him to drink it down, and although Stefano pulled a lot of sour faces he was eager to please, emptying the bottle in three chugs.

The clip ended with the lad holding upside down over his head, and Dan making whispered crowd-cheering sounds, as if a stadium full of sports fans were spectating.

It captured everything Dan loved about Stefano – his cheek, his cuteness, the spark of his youth, and his boundless joy. He would keep it all in his heart the rest of his days.

At last the barriers for embarking the ferry were lifted, and cars grumbled forward to take their places deep within the great hull of the boat. Dan kissed Stefano one last time, got on his motorbike, sped over the drawbridge and disappeared.

Stefano stayed all day, watching the horizon long after the ship had sailed. Dan gave him £100 to catch a train back home, but he didn’t buy a ticket, and slept in a phone-box that night.

He shuffled to istanbul travestileri the train station next day. His Pa was speechless when he walked back into the shop. Philip hid. His mother cried. Stefano was permanently grounded, only allowed to leave the house for work. But apart from this, life returned to normal shockingly quick.

Of course he tried to message Dan with texts and WhatsApp, but he never heard from him again. Every now and then he would lock himself down in the old chastity cage, just to feel close to the Man. It was all he had left to prove he once belonged to him.

Everything seemed so grey without Dan around to make his heart beat faster. Now only the hatred he fostered toward his perfidious cousin Philip brought any colour to Stefano’s life.

“We’ve got a new supplier Stefano,” his Pa interrupted tediously, “go help him unload in the warehouse.”

Expecting to find some nobody at the gate, he called out irritably,

“Let’s get it done then.”

But it wasn’t nobody dispatching the shipment. It was the redhead. The fit lad truck driver that Stefano had put on a show for in the alley. They both froze when their eyes met, electrical charges of unspoken sexual avidity snapping between them. Stefano immediately beckoned him into the back of the lorry and pulled the canvas back, hiding them behind it.

Kissing like they’d travesti istanbul just been let out of jail, the redhead only pulled back again to let Stefano yank the lad’s yummy dick out, and drop to choke himself on it.

The truck driver came quick, hot and wet, and naturally he wanted a turn on his new pal’s stubby an’ all. But Stefano was caged that day, scoring looks of despair and confusion from the stud as his finger tips explored the cruel device. Eaten up with hunger, the redhead kissed and lapped ineffectually on the silicone bulb that stifled Stefano’s bellend. He was rewarded with a slow moving glob of precum dripping from the pee-hole.

Smartening themselves up again, they returned to the job of unloading the lorry. The redhead handed Stefano a delivery note, which he signed, and the lad drove off. They hadn’t exchanged a single word since their eyes met.

Perhaps Stefano fell in love too easily, but now he had this same delivery to look forward to every week. Would he lock himself up again next time? He decided not to let himself out, and stay shut up all week in anticipation.

No one could make him behave, least of all his Pa. Stefano would always find a way. Dan had taught him how, unleashed the naughty gay boy. This was the true gift of his love, and would stay with Stefano forever.

Bad was good, wrong was right, naughty was nice, dirty was bright, sin was guiltless, submission was power, egotism was generous, cruelty was love, recklessness was success, and jealousy was life. This is what it was to be gay, and Stefano wanted to exemplify every bit of it. Who would he become? The future was his to destroy.

Journey of Rick Heiden Ch. 04

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER FOUR

It took thirty-five minutes to arrive at David’s home-away-from-home near Trafalgar Square, the likes of which deviated from my expectations. David lived in the penthouse suite of a fantastic hotel and had done so for ten years.

The spacious suite had many windows with splendid views, contemporary modern furniture filling the room, a dark maple dining table for six to the left, and a king-size bed toward the front of the building overlooking the best view, along with the balcony. I couldn’t see the bathroom, but I would need it soon enough. It had many amenities one would find in a home, but its lack of a stovetop and oven disqualified the space as a flat.

“You live here?” I looked about the lavish suite to find Maggie on the couch, glass in hand, and a bottle of wine on the coffee table.

“Rick!” Maggie ran to me for her customary hug. She gasped. “Qu’est-ce qu’ils vous ont fait? (What did they do to you?)” She lightly touched my cheek. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” Maggie kept hugging me, but I just wanted to sit down.

“I have no wish to sound pretentious,” said David, “but this place is an expensive dump. My real home is far superior. I’ll get you some ice, Rick. Is either of you hungry? I can order room service.”

Maggie and I were starving; tea and tiny sandwiches would only take someone so far.

“You think this is a dump?” I asked David.

“I would live in this dump any day,” Maggie said, smirking.

“The furnishings I accept as typical of hotels,” he said, “but I’m referring to the building structure and the lack of attention to detail. I would cringe with embarrassment if I built or owned this building. I know it sounds like I’m a snob, but if you live someplace long enough, you’ll notice every single flaw.”

I shrugged. “It looks like all the other buildings I’ve seen.”

“No doubt,” he said, “it’s a sad state of the industry.” He handed me the bag of ice.

We ordered dinner and sat in the living room. “Okay, let’s get to business,” I said, holding the ice bag to my cheek. “What happened after I disappeared?”

David insisted Maggie begin. “I had heard some noise in the hallway, but by the time I could investigate, it had stopped. I waited a couple of minutes for you, and then David came around the corner.”

“I searched the building but couldn’t find you,” said David. “I called your mobile; it went straight to voicemail. You would not have left, so someone had to abduct you. I brought Maggie here in a taxi, just in case. With difficulty, I requisitioned a government vehicle and drove all over London searching for you. The tracer doesn’t have a strong signal, so I had to get near you before it would register. I drove for several hours, growing more alarmed that I had no signal, but then I had an indicator on the tracer near the city airport. I kept driving and followed the blinking light until I reached you. I feel lucky to have found you at all.”

“How long were you there before you shot that man?”

Maggie gasped, glaring at David. “You shot someone?”

“I moved into position just after he slapped you.”

“It’s okay Maggie, David saved me from a severe injury.”

“The man was a brute; one punch might have killed Rick.”

“Well, what did he want?” she asked.

I looked at David, not knowing what to say. Would David want to keep the portal secret from Maggie?

“He wanted the location of the portal,” he said, “but Rick doesn’t have that information.”

What portal?” she asked.

“The portal will take you to Jiyū, my homeworld, around another star somewhere in this galaxy.”

She turned to me with suspicion. “Is this British humor?”

Once dinner arrived, we ate at the dining table while David told Maggie the whole story, and omitted nothing, non-disclosure agreements be damned. David said the secret belonged to his people. No government had the right to co-opt it, mark it as their private property, and silence anyone with a gag order. They were interfering and making things difficult.

The conversation returned to the abduction. “It concerns me that the man I shot, Theo Roberts, had Clement O’Byrne as one of his contacts, and had received a call from O’Byrne only two days ago.”

“Who’s Clement O’Byrne?” I asked.

“O’Byrne is known as Lefty Handler, something he would deny,” said David. “He is one-stop-shopping for criminal activity, as a heavy, a fixer, an assassin, whatever you need. O’Byrne used to take a more active role, but these days he sub-contracts others to do it for him, and he keeps his hands clean, so they can never arrest him. If Lefty is involved, then the American government hired him. It always had corruption, but since the dominionists came to power, istanbul travesti it’s gotten worse.”

“Can we know the name of the man who got away?” I asked him.

David shrugged. “Theo may have the contact information on his mobile.”

“What about the name on the slip of paper?”

David shook his head. “He didn’t sound like a Helen to me.”

I laughed. “I wouldn’t think so. Will you call that number?”

“I was thinking about it, but that could cause trouble. I would prefer to know who owns the number first,” David said. “I need to check it with the reverse directory.”

The three of us sat on the balcony that overlooked an incredible view of the Thames for several hours and made proposals of what we could do to recover Cadmar’s body. David said that the British government held many sites, but he hadn’t known them all. They would require an autopsy laboratory and a body freezer. The location where they held Amaré had no such equipment. The government had an autopsy lab they used often, the main one everyone knew of, but that made them less likely to store it there. If they refused us permission to view Cadmar’s body, or some other means hadn’t presented itself, they had us stymied.

By 11:30 that night, we all felt exhausted. I hadn’t blamed Maggie when she wanted to go home to sleep, and with the slim possibility of danger to her, David sent her home, paying the cab fare. I wasn’t that lucky; they might know where I lived, so I couldn’t go home no matter how much I wanted fresh clothes.

After we saw Maggie off, David hugged me for several minutes inside the door of the penthouse and whispered. “I’ve tried to understand why they abducted you.”

“Any ideas?”

“They knew better than to kidnap me. Perhaps, they asked you on the off chance I told you. They would want the portal, but they would also want Cadmar’s body, maybe they abducted you for leverage, to coerce me into obtaining it for them. I might have had an unpleasant phone call from them if I hadn’t paid a call on them first. We kept our dating as rather cordial and low-key, but someone may know my feelings for you. How could they have known that?”

“You pretty much told me in the lab,” I said, “what if it has a monitor?”

“No one monitors the room,” he said. “Of course, that wouldn’t mean someone wasn’t listening.”

“You hadn’t mentioned the portal to me,” I said. “How would the talking man know about it?”

“I don’t know. We have nothing but speculation, not enough information.”

I needed to clean up. After David gave me some soap and a toothbrush, he offered some of his clothes to wear on the way to the flat the next morning.

They had encompassed his bathroom in various dated and unattractive shades of blue ceramic. I saw a dozen or so cracked floor tiles. The builders left grout haze on the upper wall, which detracted from the entire bathroom’s appearance. They installed the glass surround for the shower at an odd angle, and someone in the cleaning staff had used an abrasive on every tap, leaving them terribly scratched. I began to see why David referred to the place as an expensive dump.

When the time came for sleeping arrangements, David made a considerate and generous offer of the bed, while he slept on the couch like a proper gentleman. However, I felt that it made little sense for him to remain a gentleman the entire evening.

Displaying a bare muscular torso and wearing a pair of pull-on shorts like those he loaned me, he said goodnight on his way to the couch from the bathroom. As he passed where I sat on the bed, I grabbed his hand. “The living room is too far. What if someone scales the balcony and carries me off in your sleep?”

“Then I would save you again,” he said without a hint of a smile. He waited there staring me in the eye for a moment. The dim light cast shadows on his handsome face and beautiful body, but the muscles of his torso couldn’t compare to the thighs bulging from under his shorts. I stood and pulled him to me by his hand.

He wrapped his arms around me, but his eyes never left mine. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I said.

“What does that mean?”

“I want to be with you.”

“You are with me. I’m right here.”

“Must I spell it out?” I asked, smiling.

“No, but this is a big step for you, and I never do one-nighters. How do I know you’re ready?”

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

“That depends on you,” he said, but if we do this, we’re mated; we belong together, and there’s no going back.”

“I want to be your mate. I want to be with you.”

He held me close. “Permanently?” he asked. “I don’t play around. This is a commitment that I take seriously.”

“Permanently,” I said. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

He kissed me and laid me back on the bed. He removed my shorts and his own. I saw him naked for the first time. It looked the same as my six-inch cut cock, but it had a larger knob. It certainly looked more than a mouthful.

He sucked mine for a few minutes ensuring not to make me istanbul travestileri cum yet. “You taste good,” he said.

“I don’t want to cum,” I said. “I like to not cum.”

“Why?”

“It keeps my motor running hot.”

“You enjoy feeling horny all the time? Interesting. How about I rev your engine for you?”

He flipped me over urging me toward the headboard. He lay behind me on the bed and dug his face into my ass. I arched my back giving him as much access as he wanted. His tongue stimulating me for what I knew would come next. He would want to fuck me, and that’s what I wanted most; it had been so long. He kept his face at my hole for half an hour.

“I think you’re ready,” he said. Right behind me, he pulled me up to my hands and knees. He tapped his cock on my saliva-soaked hole. “Do you want this?”

“Yes.”

“Last chance to back out. Once it goes in, it’s not coming out until I breed you, and there’s no turning back. We’re mated, and it can’t be undone. Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes,” I said. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m already your mate.”

He pushed his cock in, and I hadn’t fucked in years. He stretched me, and I could feel the head of his cock. Once he settled in all the way, he began to fuck me slowly with an ever-increasing pace, and then fucked me as hard as he wanted. He drew back to the enlarged head and rammed it back into me repeatedly, fucking me for longer than anyone else had. He pushed me forward onto my stomach and followed me down laying atop my back. His weight and muscles felt so good as he continued. I felt lost in the pleasure he gave me for I don’t know how long. He wrapped his arms around my torso and held my shoulders for leverage as he thrust into me, and I could hear his rapid breathing in my ear.

“I’m about to breed you,” he said, “and we will be mated.”

He thrust into me one last time and held it there. I could feel the head expand further as he filled me. When he finished, his arms still wrapped around me, he turned us onto our sides, his cock slipping from me.

“I don’t want to wear you out the first night,” he said. “It will become easier from this point.”

“I love you,” I said.

“I knew that a week ago. That’s why I chose you for my mate.”

“Will it always be like this?” I asked his hot breath on my neck.

“No, it will be much better,” he said. “We’re just getting started.” He kissed me.

“When we get to Jiyū-“

“Hush,” he whispered into my ear, “you should sleep now.”

The next morning the sun rose, and my sleep-deprived eyes hadn’t liked it one bit. Even with the curtains closed, the penthouse had so many windows I would have found it impossible to sleep without a mask. David lay next to me on the crisp white sheets, and their temperature had reached that cozy I-don’t-want-to-get-out-of-bed level of comfort.

My experience of David seemed –I don’t know– unbelievable, maybe. Things felt right with me for the first time. I hadn’t known where David would take me, but I knew then, I would go with him anywhere.

He called down the previous evening to order breakfast that morning while I scrubbed at the grime acquired during the abduction. Breakfast came promptly at seven o’clock in the morning. He ordered omelets, toast, fruit, juice, and tea. We had an enjoyable Sunday morning, just the two of us talking and laughing about anything that came to mind. Then the conversation moved toward his choice of accommodations.

“I live here because I lack domestic skills. I’ve tried my best, but my cooking would result in an insurance claim somewhere at the end of it.”

“I can cook,” I said, “but living in London has kept me out of practice.” We sat and stared at one another for a minute because I hesitated to ask, but I had to know. “Tell me something, how can you afford this place? With all this space and that amazing view, you could pay a few thousand pounds a night.”

My question hadn’t fazed him. “Oh, that,” he said. “Money has no meaning on Jiyū. I understand that to most people here, it seems extravagant to live in a hotel penthouse for ten years, but we rarely use words like cost, extravagance, expensive, affordable, or cheap in my world.

“We have an entire planet of the same elementary resources that Earth does. Whenever we need them, we have automated underground extractors. Robotic workers bring them to the surface and carry them to our small refinery. It has no monetary value; no one pays for them. Here on Earth, however, I rented the penthouse from the owner on the condition that they include all their services.”

“What did you pay him with?”

“At the market prices of the time,” he said, “the equivalent of one million pounds in gold every year.”

“And it never occurred to you that might be excessive?”

He laughed. “I only gave him some gold. He was happy with it, but I feel like I wronged him. We may not use money, but we know what has value. I’ve had a roof over my head, clean clothes, a bed to sleep on, and food to eat for ten years. What I gave him just doesn’t travesti istanbul seem enough. I know that sounds silly to you, probably. I’ve never understood monetary value; it makes no sense to me. It tends to place a higher value on things that serve no real purpose.”

He sounded like someone remorseful because he tricked Jack into trading his cow for some useless beans. He had an attitude as alien as I’d ever heard, but the things David told me, while strange, further endeared him to me.

A little past ten o’clock in the morning, I was inspecting my cheek in the bathroom mirror. The swelling had gone down after several ice treatments, but I had purple and yellowish discoloration near my eye. I came from the bathroom to find David making a phone call. He stood there, letting it ring. He shook his head.

“No answer,” he said, ending the call, “I’m trying to reach Pearce in the United States, my American counterpart and best friend growing up on Jiyū. I hear from him every two weeks. I heard from him two Sundays ago at 10:00 a.m. on the dot, as I have the last ten years, but it’s well past ten o’clock now. He hasn’t called, and he doesn’t answer his mobile. He has always called. Perhaps, they’ve caught him, and he told them about the portal.”

David’s mobile rang. We thought Pearce had called him, but I heard the voice of Amanda Newton from the Home Office when he put the call on speakerphone so that I could listen in.

“Hello, Amanda,” David said, “you don’t usually call me. Is something wrong?”

“I have a problem,” she told David. “Can I speak with you?”

“Yes, of course. What can I do for you?”

“Please, not on the phone. I must see you.”

“Alright, I can do that. I do have one request, though. I must bring Mr. Heiden with me. It’s necessary; I’ll explain that when I see you. Upon my word, you can trust him.”

“If you say so, David. I trust your judgment; that’s why I’m calling you. Where can we meet?”

“I have one of the company cars. We can pick you up in an hour. How about in front of the Royal Albert?”

“I’ll be there,” said Amanda.

I could guess David’s plan. The Royal Albert Hall lay close to my flat. We would have ample time to drop by, change my clothes, and pack a bag.

When I first arrived in the UK, I lived out of a suitcase for way too long, and I hadn’t liked the idea of going back to that. I was paying an absurd amount of money for the flat for it to end up a mere storage locker, but I had no alternative. The circumstance reminded me: the flat. If I intended to go with David, the flat had to go. I had no idea what I would do with it. Selling it on seemed reasonable, but that would have taken time, and I had the impression we wouldn’t have time to get it off my hands.

Every flat in my building came with one designated parking space in a nearby garage, which I think made a significant contribution to its ridiculous price. We parked and walked to the flat. In its current form, the building’s interior resembled a new structure. My two-bedroom flat hadn’t had much of a view unless someone enjoyed gawking at the shops across the street. Inside, it came with the typical modern decor of many urban spaces. I never took the time to paint, so it remained the mid-toned matte grey preferred by the previous owner. The living room had a stunning electric fireplace built into the focal wall. I intended to use it that winter as I cozied myself on the loveseat to read the latest novel –the one feature I figured I would enjoy most.

As I changed into my dark gray, striped tweed suit, I grew curious, so I thought I would inquire, “What can you tell me about Amanda Newton?”

“I like her,” he said. “I consider her a good work-friend, and I know she thinks a lot of me, although I wouldn’t say we had a close relationship away from work. I usually follow her lead when it comes to how close we treat one another at any given time.”

“That’s considerate of you.”

“Well, thanks to her, I have my job.” David left the bedroom.

“What is your job? You never did tell me.” I had to shout to David, who snooped about my apartment as I finished dressing and began packing.

“I have difficulty defining what I do,” he said from the kitchen. “I don’t even think the position has a name.”

“Well, what constitutes the bulk of what you do there?”

“Oh, a little of this, a bit of that. I call myself ‘helping,’ but people have referred to me as all sorts –Amanda Newton’s pet project, a bloody nuisance, the British government’s Dutch uncle.” I heard him inspecting the contents of my refrigerator.

“Dutch uncle?” I asked, unfamiliar with the term.

“I’m not that bad. I think I acquired that one from an incident years ago. Mr. Haywood had it coming, and I know he still hates me.”

I finally finished packing and dragged my suitcase into the living room. “So, should I believe you lack popularity where you work?”

“Popularity is only important in beauty contests and elections,” he said. “I have something far more valuable.”

“And that is?”

“Their grudging respects. I’ve earned every ounce of it. Never underestimate the power of the respect people give you, regardless of how they feel about you otherwise. It’s kept me at a job that has no name, doing something I’ve enjoyed, almost nine years.”

First Time

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After countless emails back and forth, lots of sexy pictures and videos, discussing turn ons and what not and a couple failed attempts to make it happen, I was finally backing into daddy’s driveway. I should have been nervous, or even excited, but it felt more like visiting a friend. I knocked on the door and heard a dog bark. The house and neighbourhood were very wholesome. The dog bark was so natural. It was the bark of an excited pet. Not a guard dog.

Daddy opened the door and there he was. A plaid button up shirt tucked into blue jeans with a pair of suspenders. If I didn’t know better one could assume he was a high school shop teacher. The only wood this man was wielding however, was the massive uncut cock he had packed in his jeans beneath a black jockstrap with the word “Born To Fuck” embroidered on the waistband. I knew this because he had been sending me updates of him wearing it for the last three days as an olfactory treat when I finally took my position as his keen cock sucker.

As I stepped inside I saw the source of the barking, a small curly haired terrier in a Kennel. He closed the door behind me and asked if I was okay with dogs. Of course I said yes, so he freed his pup who then proceeded to joyously jump and sniff at me. Good, I thought, he’s raised a friendly dog. He’s most likely going to be as kind as he seems. Kindness was important in this situation as I had fully intended to do whatever this man asked of me.

I excused myself to the bathroom. Once inside I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment to get my nerve up. Then I pissed, and changed into my blue briefs that make me feel sexier. I didn’t want to wear them before hand as they aren’t very comfortable and I had shopping to do before I came over. The last thing I wanted was raw red thighs from the chaffing of walking around in tiny underwear.

When I came back out daddy had gotten me a glass of ice water. All of this had been part some erotica I’d sent him about my fantasy of our first meeting. So, not missing the similarity he asked if I’d just removed a plug from my ass. I laughed and said no.

“Good,” he said, “Daddy is expecting a tight hole.”

This was the confirmation I needed. I’m about to give every bit of myself to him. He leads me to his bedroom in the back of the house. Him and his husband have a lot of Knick knacks and art. This is a very cozy home.

Once we’re in his room, I take a quick glance around, but my attention is immediately on daddy. I’m here to please him, do whatever he says. So when he pulls me in for a kiss I accept it excitedly. His beard is rough on my freshly shaven face, and his tongue is strong in my mouth. He smells of soap, musk and a hint of cigarette. The taste of his tongue is kind of sweet and warm. Daddy pushes it deep into my mouth and I instinctively suck on it. I want every part of this man inside me.

His hands are exploring my sides and back, so I match him. Although he has a round belly, his body feel strong and firm beneath his shirt. I run my hands up his stomach to his chest and back around his back. As I do, daddy wraps his arms around me and squeezes me into his body. I press my hard cock into his pelvis, and bite his lip. His embrace is melting me. He growls lightly as he slides a hand down the back of my pants.

After an appreciative squeeze, his fingers make their way to my waiting hole. My hips push back into his hand hoping to open up enough that daddy can probe my ass with his thick fingers. As he prods me, I can feel his cock becoming hard against mine. Then daddy pushes me back and demands I remove my shirt.

I do so immediately. Eager to show I follow his instructions well. He runs his hands across my exposed flesh. Inspecting his boy. He takes a look at my tattoos, then returns to kissing. He begins caressing my nipples before giving them both a hard tweak. I was unprepared, so it hurts a lot, but I would never complain about his touch. I crave it so much. He seems to enjoy my discomfort and returns his hand to my ass.

This time he manages to open me up enough to fit the end of a finger inside me. It feels incredible and I push back against his hand again trying to take more of him in. Once again daddy steps back and demands I remove my pants. So I strip down to my underwear. Daddy looks pleased. He grabs my cock and my ass in either hand and squeezes. I moan and try to stay upright. I’ve wanted this so badly. It’s everything I’d imagined.

“Take off daddy’s shirt.” he insists.

So I start kissing his istanbul travesti neck and undoing each button methodically. Working my way down with them. I make my way through his grey furry chest to his nipples. Daddy had warned me they’re sensitive, I’m soon to find out just how powerful they are. I start with tentative licks, but daddy grabs the back of my head and growls

“Suck daddy’s nipples boy.”

Fuuuuuck. “Anything sir.”

I’m sucking and licking one nipple while flicking and rubbing the other. As one nipple begins to feel dry, I switch. Back and forth back and forth. Daddy seems to be enjoying it, and isn’t stopping me, so I’ll continue doing this until told otherwise. While I’m working his nipples, daddy’s hand returns to playing with my ass. I reach around and squeeze daddy’s ass. In all of our communication, there was no mention or site of his butt. Normally that would have been early in the conversation, but from the get go this was always ending with his cock inside one end of me or the other. So besides a couple pictures of it, there was also no mention of my cock. I’m strictly a vessel for daddy’s pleasure.

Daddy puts a hand on my shoulder and instructs me to get on my knees. I get down and look up to him for further instruction.

“You know what to do.”

Boy do I. I immediately press my face into daddy’s lap and breath deeply. I’m finally here. Stripped down, on my knees in front of a man who’s cock is rock hard for me. His musk isn’t especially strong though his jeans, but his prominent cock is rigid and warm against my left cheek. I rub my face against him trying to take in as much of this moment as possible. I find the head of daddy’s thick cock through the cloth of his jeans and wrap my mouth around it. I then rub my face up and down it’s substantial length. This is daddy’s cock and I’m so happy to get to be touching it. I then reach up to undo daddy’s jeans and get another layer closer to tasting his warm meat.

The first button comes undone easily. Exposing the “Born To Fuck” on his jockstrap. I begin kissing and sniffing as I reach for his fly, but I discover he’s wearing button fly jeans. Something about the difficulty of a button fly felt very sexy. Like BDSM hardware. As I slowly manage to undo each button I work my way down with my mouth. I can now taste and smell the treat daddy has made for me. Three days of piss, come and musk. It was hard to not try to take a bit out of daddy’s crotch. His scent fully engulfed my brain. God I want this man.

In my fervor I try to pull his pants down, forgetting about the suspenders. I feel dumb. I was so turned on by the suspenders, but was so caught up in the rest of this embodiment of my deepest sexual desires, I forgot all about them. Daddy pulls me to stand.

“Let’s get the rest of our clothes off.”

He slides his suspenders off and let’s his pants drop as I slip my hands over his shoulder and remove his shirt. He wraps his arms around me again and he pulls me in. Pressing our warm flesh together. Again we kiss. This time daddy kisses me hard and aggressively. My following his commands has got him feeling especially powerful and wants me to feel that too. I make my way back to my knees, kissing and nibbling as I go. His flesh tastes incredibly. Salty and the kind of musk a man should have.

Once I return to his cock, I start by pressing my nose into the bottom of the pouch on his jock strap. I feel the heft of daddy’s balls on my face and take a deep breath. Refreshed of his scent, I begin teasing at the sides of his jockstrap pouch with my tongue. Tasting the soft flesh of his scrotum. I work my way up until I find the tip of his cock, just at the edge of the cloth. I work under his foreskin and lick daddy’s dick hole. To my shock and unbelievable pleasure, I’m treated to a big glob of daddy’s precum. I stop and savour it’s taste. It’s salty and a little bitter. I love it. I try to spread it around my tongue. This has me revved up, and I grab his waist band.

“Slowly.” daddy says.

I look up and nod to show him I’m listening. As I pull down I’m kissing and rubbing my face in the base of his cock. But as the waistband reaches the end of daddy’s rod I sit back to see it come to full attention. It springs up in its intimidating glory. I don’t have much experience with cock, but this is certainly the biggest penis I have ever seen in person. Let alone inches from my face and dripping precum for me to enjoy. I look from daddy’s cock to his face. He’s grinning down at me, knowing istanbul travestileri how excited I am for this moment. To him I’m just another come slut come to worship his god like dick. But to me he’s everything I ever wanted in a man.

I take his cock in my mouth and begin getting it wet. I know I want to show daddy I he can fuck my throat. Even if I’m not sure I’m up to it. After getting him slicked up I pull him out of my mouth and move to his balls to catch my breath before attempting to swallow this dick. His sack is low hanging and soft. I can easily wrap my lips around his balls. Which I do a little too enthusiastically and am reprimanded for it. Sorry daddy. Back to his cock.

Now is my time. After a tentative bob or two I take the plunge and press my face into his bush. I can feel his cock hit the back of my throat and keep going. My air is cut off and I feel accomplished. I have taken a huge cock down my throat. I draw back working my tongue on the bottom of his shaft back to the tip. Then right back down. This time it’s a little harder to get him down. It could be the excitement has caused my throat to tense up, or my body is trying to defend itself from this hammer of a hog. I pull back again and begin bobbing halfway up and down. This isn’t what daddy wants. He grabs my head and begins thrusting into my mouth. I try to relax my throat and take his fucking like a whore. Daddy grunts a few words of encouragement

“Yeah, take daddy’s cock, good boy, good cock sucker.”

Soon though I need a break and pull him out and return to his balls. I catch my breath and return to my work as daddy’s toy. Again, after a few hard thrusts I need a break.

“Let’s get on the bed.” he says.

“Okay daddy.”

He lays on his back and spreads his legs. Seeing daddy laid out in this way is incredibly sexy. I want to touch and taste every part of him. I slide up face first between his legs and begin sucking on his balls again. But daddy bounces his cock on my face and I take my cue to resume sucking. I’m able to take him deep for longer in the position, but not by much. This time when I take a break to breath daddy lifts his legs, which I take as a cue to show his hole some attention.

I’ve never eaten ass before, and hadn’t intended on starting. But daddy wants it so I’m going to try. I work my way from his balls to his taint. But as I approach daddy’s hole, I chicken out. In shame, I return to daddy’s Cock and bury it deep in my throat. I try to hold it there for as long as possible. This time when I come back up, daddy barks for me to sit on his face while I suck his cock.

Even though I’d just failed to do the same, I straddle up and feed daddy my tight boy hole. The warmth of his wet tongue plunged into me immediately and I lose my balance a little. It’s mind blowing. Between his prodding fingers and hungry mouth chewing at my hole, I lose myself for a moment before spotting daddy’s cock staring up at me expectantly. I fall forward and take him deep. However, now that there are fireworks going off all over my brain from the eager attention my hole is receiving, it’s harder than ever to swallow all of daddy. He’s rock hard and I can taste his precum every few thrusts. All I want is for him to fuck me. I want to feel him pounding my hole like he’s mad at me.

I almost shout “daddy I need you to fuck me!”

“Okay, get on your back.”

I do as I’m told as he grabs a bottle of lube. Smearing some on his cock, his begins to work some into my ass. At first it burns and I panic. I can’t believe it. We’ve come this far. I’m finally going to get fucked and feel a man use me, and I my ass in betraying me.

“Let’s just take a second.” says daddy.

Switching back to the gentle man that greeted me. He leans down and sucks the tip of my cock. Taking a mouthful of precum from my oozing head. He kisses me deep to share the taste.

“Your come tastes sweet.”

I don’t know how to respond to a compliment about my come flavour,

“I eat a lot of fruit.” fucking idiot. Daddy laughs. Thank you.

Lifting my legs up, He then begins rubbing the tip of his cock up and down on my hole. I was unprepared for how good that was going to feel. I moan and grab behind my knees. Daddy takes the cue and begins to push his cock inside me. The pressure has a ring of searing pain around it, but is washed in pleasure. I push out to take daddy’s head in. It pops past my first ring.

“Stop hold there.” I wince.

It’s so much, but I try to relax and breath. travesti istanbul As I do I clench down on daddy’s cock.

“When were you last fucked?” he asks.

I must have been really tight. “Never, you’re my first.” I respond.

He looks shocked and laughs. Again switching back to the friendly caring man.

“We’ll go slow, you should have told me.”

I think I had, but not in a clear enough way I guess. So he pulls out slowly and adds more lube to me and his cock. Lining back up with my hole he slowly presses back in. This time I open up more easily. It’s still excruciating, but I’m able to take his entire length deep in my guts. I feel his hard cock bottom out inside me. Deep breaths. I feel filled up in the most magnificent way. Clench, release, clench, release.

“You okay?”

I nod.

Daddy begins to draw back till it’s just the tip of his cock inside me. Then pushes back in. Slowly he builds up a rhythm with this stroke. Long and deep. In and out. As he does, my body relaxes and the pain gives way to pleasure. Unbelievable pleasure. I’ve never felt like this before. There’s tingles all over my body. I feel like I’m about to come and grab my cock to try to pinch it or do anything to stop it. But it’s completely soft. I could have sworn it was rock hard. How could I feel this good and not be hard? Daddy begins to pick up the pace. His body is slapping against mine now with each thrust.

“My nipples.” he growls.

I do as I’m told and start to rub and play with his nips. As I do, he becomes hard than even before. It feels like someone rammed a rod inside me.

“I told you my nipples were sensitive.”

Holy fuck. I’m almost afraid to touch them because it kind of hurts to have daddy’s cock that hard inside me. But I want to give him everything he wants. So I dutifully work his nips while he pounds away at my ass. I grab some of the precum beginning to pool around my cock despite its flaccid condition to wet his nips. This shifts daddy into another gear and he starts fucking me even harder. Each thrust is sending physical shockwaves through me as our bodies collide. I grab my balls and hold them out of the way to avoid getting the crushed by daddy’s power.

Daddy is becoming sweaty and panting. He looks so fucking hot. This is exactly how I wanted to get fucked for the first time. And who I wanted to do it. I’m in ecstasy. I both never want it to end and also want daddy to come inside me.

“Breed me daddy, please. I need your come.”

“I’ve got a ways to go yet.”

Oh my god. I’ll never make it. How could anyone stand up to this kind of pounding? I’ve gotta crank this up. If I’m going to survive this fucking I’ll have to give daddy more than my tight hole. I begin trying to match daddy’s thrusts. This lets daddy work a little less hard, but also means that he’s now driving much deeper into me. It feels like his cock is slamming into my stomach. More more more, Daddy’s cock is all I ever need again. I can’t keep up the pace and play with daddy’s nipples. His thrusts are so hard I’m sliding up the bed. So I grip the bed to hold on. After a few more hard thrusts he stops and lets out a huge sigh.

“I need a break.”

“Okay.”

Daddy lays down where I was sucking him earlier. But I don’t know if I’m ready to suck his cock fresh from pounding my ass. So I straddle his hips and begin stroking his cock. If he can’t fuck me I’ll ride him. As I’m sitting on top of him, It feels like his body is electric. Every part of me touching him is tingling. Especially my taint and balls. The sensation begins to wash up me. As it pushes through my cock I become hard again. Daddy reaches for it, but a brush his hand away

“If you touch that thing it’ll go off.”

“Oh wow, okay.”

I continue trying to get daddy hard and inside me again. Then, without warning I feel a rush run through my cock and suddenly. Without touching it, I begin shooting ropes of come onto daddy’s chest. And it feels amazing. Daddy fucked me so hard, my body couldn’t keep up. When I finally caught up, I was hit with the greatest orgasm I’ve ever had. Forever cementing me as a bottom.

Due to my own hangups and internalized bullshit, the moment I came, I was done. The subby come slut that was begging daddy to paint his guts with his seed was gone. But I still wanted to make sure daddy came. Daddy recognized this in me and proceeded to Jack himself off while I chewed in his nipples.

Watching him work him own massive cock in person was an honour. When he blew his load a glob landed on my arm and I licked it off. Mmm. Still not enough to get me back in the head space to lick daddy clean, but enough to make sure I left with some of daddy inside me. Next time I’ll need to ensure I get a full load to take with me.

Brother’s Basketball Teammate Ch. 04

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Chapter 4: Josiah Adler

My legs weakly quaked with every step as I trudged along the grassy pavement from the tennis court to the basketball gym to wait for Ashton. It’s been a while since I last caught a ride home with him but I decided that I couldn’t really avoid Joss altogether, so here I was, sitting quietly on a corner, stealthily sinking my butt into the chair to evade attention.

I was scrolling through my phone, occupied with different faces and coffee on my timeline, when someone sat on the seat beside me. Tomas wore a boyish smile as his arms were covered in a thin gleaming layer of sweat.

“Hey.” he said, his smile touching his eyes as he settled into his seat.

“Hey, Tomas. What are you doing here?” I asked, frantically looking around the court and just noticing that there were a whole lot more people in here than usual.

“Missed ya too, bud.” he chuckled. “How was training?” he asked, leaning his body towards mine slightly so that he was only sitting on the edge of his seat.

“It was tiring as usual, nothing interesting really happened.” I said.

“Aww, that sucks.” he said before his eyes flitted subtly to my lips. The familiar heat came rushing into my cheeks, and I bit my lip

“Listen… Sorry if I kissed you last week without asking first. Hope we’re good.” he said, not looking sorry at all as a wicked smile was etched on his lips.

“Don’t worry about it, Tomas. I actually kinda liked it.” I laughed to lighten the mood but instead of laughing along, he leaned in closer and stared at me, waking all the butterflies in my stomach.

“Yeah?” he whispered before snaking his muscular arm along the topside of my backrest, coming into contact with my back in a ghostly touch. “Do you want me to kiss you again, then?” he teased. I chuckled nervously. He started leaning down further to reach my lips but he was ungraciously interrupted by the piercing sound of a whistle from the court, making him jump back to his seat.

I thought we were about to be called out by the coach but the he looked like he was reprimanding one of the guys in the court. My eyes travelled to the culprit, Joss, whose eyes were almost permanently transfixed in our direction. His jaw visibly tensed from the distance and his gaze cut through the thick the air as he ignored the coach completely. I looked at my fiddled thumbs while my heart skipped a beat.

“What’s the matter with you, Josiah? Keep your head in the game!” the coach’s voice boomed loudly across the gym before we heard the whistle screech once again, resuming the stretching practice match.

“I better go, Leo, I might get in trouble too.” he chuckled. “Catch you later.” he patted my back before half-running towards the side bench beside the court. I watched quietly as the match progressed. Joss kept looking in my direction, and I felt very self-conscious.

After the match finally ended, I saw Ashton approaching me. I was about to get up and take my stuff with me when he interrupted me and spoke.

“Hey. Something came up and I have to take Tina home today. Joss will give you a ride.” he casually said before he swiftly ran towards the washroom before I even had any chance to complain.

I was following Joss and Denise in the parking lot as we headed towards Joss’s car, only now noticing how he subtly tried looking at me through his shoulders every now and then while Denise snuggled her arms against his. I climbed into the backseat quietly as he started the car and the engine roared to life. Our eyes connected in a split second in the rearview mirror before I turned away and looked through the window as if the pale blue sky was the most interesting thing in the world.

Most of the ride was peacefully quiet with only Denise talking every now and then about the random stuff she was seeing on her phone. We were rounding into an unfamiliar street, parking on the road across a huge modern bungalow before Denise unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for Joss’s face to give him a swift peck on the lips. Joss’s eyes were hot on me. I looked away.

“Bye babe.” Joss said before Denise hopped out and walked towards their house. A full half minute has passed while we were static on the side of the road and the uncomfortable dead air filled the car awkwardly. I decided to look at Joss to see if something was wrong and he caught my eyes yet again in the rearview mirror.

“Come here, Leo.” he commanded. His voice was like a sharp jolt piercing through me and making the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

“Okay…” I replied quietly.

I hopped out and climbed into the passenger seat before buckling my seatbelt in place. He started driving away shortly, speeding through the road with only the weak roar of the engine accompanying us for a while. I fiddled with the radio in front of me, an unfamiliar song playing mellowly filling the stillness of the air. This will do.

There was definitely tension between the both of us because I couldn’t just ignore the way istanbul travesti he made me feel during our last encounter. Joss kept sighing subtly, cutting the awkward silence briefly while he stared straight ahead through his hooded eyes. The ride thankfully came to an end as we reached my street before he parked right in front of our house.

“Thanks for the ride, Joss.” I said. I was about to pull the handle when the lock flicked on, making me look at the man beside me. His eyes were like lasers, hooded yet almost boring into mine for a heavy couple of seconds, and I had to swallow a huge lump in my throat. My heart started thudding wildly against its enclosure as he started unbuckling his seatbelt and slowly leaning his body towards mine until our faces were just a few inches away from each other. I closed my eyes and waited for his lips.

One… two… three… four… five seconds have passed and nothing. My lips parted on their own, frustrated from the lack of contact.

When I opened my eyes, he was still staring at me just a couple of inches away as if he was trying to memorize the smallest details of my face.

“You told me you didn’t like Tomas.” he whispered. I opened my mouth but no words came out and I could only nod my head meekly. “Then why didn’t you stop him when he tried to kiss you today?” he asked, his warm minty breath hitting my lips and making me bite it involuntarily. That seemed to have caught his attention as his eyes darted swiftly to it before looking back at me. “Don’t try to distract me, Leo. Answer the question.” he commanded.

“I… I don’t know.” I answered. His eyebrows furrowed which was a tell that he wasn’t satisfied with my answer.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” he asked, his demeanor giving a mix of genuine curiosity and frustration while his eyes shifted from one of mine to the other repeatedly as if trying to squeeze the answers out of them. My chest began to tighten from his proximity and I found it harder and harder to breathe. I placed a tentative hand on his chest to gently push him away but his breath hitched from the contact instead. “Leo, I’m trying to talk to you.”

“Tomas… is cute,” I said, recoiling slightly from the way his eyes hardened and the way that his jaw tensed. “but…” I lingered. I honestly didn’t know what I felt about Tomas but I was pretty sure that it was nowhere near how I felt about Joss. He has me wrapped around his finger because all I could think about every second of everyday is his lips, especially now.

He heaved a dragged out and heavy sigh. “But what, Leo?” He asked impatiently.

“I don’t know… I’m sorry,” I whispered in almost a squeak as his scrutinizing gaze took the air out of my lungs completely. “Sir…”

He closed his eyes shut before taking a deep and steadying breath which seemed to calm him down. “I don’t mind a little competition, Leo. I’ll play along if that’s what you want but…” his hand caressed my cheek and slid forwards to cup the back of my neck before pulling me against his face and finally pressing his lips hard against mine. Oh fuck. His sweet taste whisked me out from the world, forcing me to relive the times when I was under him, and I felt like I was putty in his hands. The kiss sent sparks throughout my body, reaching the very tip of all my fingers and only stopping when he pulled away slowly.

“I’m not letting you go this time.” he gruffly whispered into my mouth. I was in a trance, completely lost in his eyes as my body betrayed me. The butterflies in my stomach were now banging against the walls and all I could do was try to expel the air from my lungs through a deep sigh in hopes of alleviating the chains of the overwhelming emotions I was feeling.

“O-Okay. I’ll — I’ll go ahead, Joss. Thanks again for the ride.” I said with as much composure as I could muster before climbing off of his car and trying my best to walk normally towards the door despite my spiralling vision.

I went through the door, leaning against it and sliding down right after I shut it close behind me to have a grip on what I was feeling. That jerk sure knew how to drive me crazy like this, and I hated the fact that my feelings only grew every single day.

Joss’s words replayed over and over in my mind. The thought honestly made me giddy the entire day but I knew better than to cling to a feeble hope that would most likely just lead me into another devastating heartbreak.

A couple of days went by in a blur as I found myself sitting beside Joss and across from Ashton in the corner of the food court. His firm thigh was unabashedly pressed against me, making me uneasy and tense during the entire dinner.

“Washroom.” Ashton simply said before standing up and walking away. The silence that came after was so unbearably awkward that I decided to fiddle with my unfinished food with my spoon, praying and willing Ashton to finish his business faster.

“I broke up with Denise today.” Joss said out of the blue. My eyes istanbul travestileri widened as I looked at him in surprise.

“Oh, I’m so sorry…” I lamely said, feigning sadness even with my heart practically jumping up and down from the great news. “What happened?”

“I like someone else.” he said with a boyish grin that never failed to tug at my heartstrings.

“Oh…” I said, unsure what to say. My heart thudded so loudly that I was sure he heard the erratic beats from where he sat.

“You don’t seem too sorry, Leo.” he said as a playful smile played in his lips. I bit my lip to suppress a betraying smile. “Why are you biting your lip?” he gruffly whispered, making me squirm against my seat to calm the stupid butterflies down before Ashton finally return. I was practically palpitating so I gulped the rest of my drink to calm myself down.

Joss started getting really affectionate towards me when we’re alone, way more than he already was before, and I found it harder and harder to stop myself from hoping. I guess you can’t really teach your heart what to feel. He would try to act normal when we were in public but there are times when he would naughtily kiss me when no one was looking.

He would also act more touchy when Tomas was in the same room as us. Sometimes, he would even make sure that he was looking whenever he slung his arm around the back of my neck before pressing my cheek hard against the bare side of his chest. He was marking his territory and I found it kind of sweet. Tomas would usually just laugh it off, and it made me feel easier that he wasn’t too affected by it.

I was lining up with my friends from a common subject in the cafeteria during lunch when I felt a hand pat me on the shoulder. I looked behind and saw Joss smiling at me with some of the other guys lining up in different lanes. I nodded at them and muttered a weak hey at Joss before turning back to my friends.

They were kind of horsing around in front of me and I got pushed back roughly, accidentally bumping my butt against Joss’s crotch firmly.

“Sorry.” I whispered. After a few seconds, I felt his hard and rigid dick poking my butt and subtly sliding it across my cheeks. The fact that we’re in public made me so horny that I couldn’t stop myself from pushing my ass back against his crotch very subtly. Not too long into the lowkey humping, he leaned in closer and whispered into my ear.

“Follow me. Take responsibility.”

I looked at him and with that, he exited the cafeteria without looking back before I found myself being guided by my feet as I followed his tracks. I walked a few steps behind him, trying to avoid suspicion from the other people we came across with as we entered the basketball gym and headed up a flight of stairs. He walked to the end of the hallway, and no one else was on the floor with us, ultimately stopping in front of a door and pushing the key into its knob. He looked at me before pulling it open and gesturing for me to come inside.

I went in and I was greeted by a fancy bathroom lined with white and gold adornments and furniture which I presumed was exclusive for the basketball players. He followed inside, closed the door and locked it before looking at me with such intensity that made my knees buckle.

He approached me in wide strides, unbuckling his belt on the way.

“On your knees.” he almost growled in a low voice.

I did as he ordered like a dog, looking up at him on my knees as he was lustfully looking back down at me. He finally fished his thick dick out of his boxer shorts as it proudly stood fully erect against my face, and I just indulged myself by staring in admiration for a few moments.

His face was completely taken over by lust as he started slapping me across the face with his heavy dong. He massaged the entirety of my face with his head, smearing his cum along its path and making me open my mouth in anticipation. The soft, firm, and slightly rubbery feel of his naughty head left trails of pulsing sensations on my face that lasted for a few seconds. He kept slapping his dick on one side of my cheek hard, smirking at the naughty popping sound it was making before he pushed it hard on the other side, momentarily sliding in my mouth before it flung back outside on the other side of my cheek where he continued his naughty slapping.

He was so consumed by what he was doing. He traced the outline of my parted lips with his dick and I tried to take him in my mouth but he backed away every time I attempted to take him in. I looked at him and he smirked smugly.

“Joss, please…” I begged, looking up at him through my heavy lids.

“Hmm?” he teased, his eyebrow rising slightly.

“Please let me suck your cock, sir…” I shamelessly begged. He stepped forward and let me wrap my lips around the head of his dick until the entire head fit snugly in my mouth. I was about to reach for the base of his cock when he slapped my hands away.

“No hands allowed.” he commanded.

I travesti istanbul was incredibly turned on. I planted both of my hands on the side of his muscular thighs before starting to take more of him in inch by inch without ever tearing my submissive eyes off of his dominating ones. I was expertly taking every inch his shaft in until I was halfway there and his dick started lodging itself down my throat. My lips were feeling the weak pulsing and beating of his dick.

His brows were scrunched up from pleasure as he grabbed a fistful of my hair on the back of my head, tilting my head slightly upwards so that he could see me better.

“Fucking hell, Leo…” he muttered. “Wish I could see this view everyday.” he chuckled. I didn’t know what came over me but I slowly fished my phone out of my pocket and handed it to Joss. A wide grin was etched on his face before he starting tapping on it and showing me the screen when the password was prompted. He started pointing it at me as his manhood throbbed in my mouth from excitement. I would look at him and then shift my eyes to the camera every now and then as I continued to take him deeper and deeper.

I felt his dick slightly expand inside my throat before I finally had him balls deep inside me. I wiggled my face closer into him and pressed my nose hard against his lower stomach as his low moans filled the room. He bucked his hips forward and pulled my head impossibly harder into him.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed. “Where the fuck did you learn this, Leo?”

He started pulling his dick halfway before ramming it back in and making me gag. I tried to focus on my breathing as I watched him mercilessly fuck my mouth. The friction of his dick against my lips was igniting my nerves from the inside out as my dick began to swell and my hole began to twitch and pucker.

“Holy shit, this is the best…” he moaned.

He kept thrusting in and out of my mouth, controlling the pace as his dick disappeared into my mouth and resurfaced in front of the camera and his moans covered the room. He built speed gradually until he was forcing me to bob my head forward and back as fast as I could. He turned my phone off and placed it beside the sink as he lifted me by my armpits and held me against the wall on the ground. He supported himself against the wall by his hands as his dick penetrated my mouth and he was once again balls deep inside of my throat.

Our eyes held each other and he just kept looking incredibly turned on as he fucked my mouth with unending vigor.

“You were born to suck my dick, aren’t you?” he asked as his entirety was buried deep within me. I nodded and mumbled against his dick, the soft vibrations from my throat making him wince.

“You love my big dick?” he asked, still pumping in and out hard and mercilessly. I moaned. After a few seconds, his thighs began tensing and he would buck forwards harder as his moans became more and more uncontrollable.

“Haaahh… take my cum, Leo. Swallow it all…” he groaned.

He panted heavily before pulling his cock away until only the head was in my mouth. He started jacking himself at an incredible pace before he erupted a powerful load in my mouth, almost completely filling my mouth in the first few batches as I tried my best to swallow every single drop. He came like a fucking horse but I kept swallowing and I was able to keep up. After about a minute, I slurped his dick and suckled hard on his head, extracting the last few drops of his cum.

“Wow…” he whispered as he slightly retracted from his sensitivity.

He hoisted me up and held me up against the counter, forcing me to look at my naughty expression in the mirror as he was smugly smiling behind me. He expertly took off my shorts and boxers and knelt down before I felt his wet tongue swirling around my asshole. The sensation was so smooth and soft that I started feeling cold shudders travel through my torso.

He speared his tongue and penetrated my asshole, flicking it around in every direction and trying to warm me up for what he was about to do next. I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer.

His hands found my ass cheeks and he started aggressively squeezing and slapping them, making me moan and whimper like a puppy. He was moaning into my ass as he continued profusely swirling his flexible tongue around me, stretching the walls of my rectum and making me roll my eyes backwards from the pleasure.

He pulled away, and for a moment I was just there staring into my naughty reflection and waiting for him to come back. I heard the opening and closing of a cabinet door before he came back behind me and started squirting a good amount of lube on the crevice of my ass. It started dripping down until it kissed my hole and he guided the liquid in with his finger. He started with one finger, coating it with lube completely before pushing in knuckles deep into my ass and pulling out repeatedly.

He then put two and eventually three fingers in, completely coating my ass with lube and giving me a good stretch as he flowered his fingers open inside me. I moaned helplessly as I stretched my arms backward and tried to reach for his face.

“You like this?” he whispered. His voice was completely fueled with lust.

The Jealousy Game Pt. 01

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(This story is based of youtube videos I have seen lately. It takes a while to get to the gay stuff — but hopefully it’s worth it!)

I was in my second year of university. It was the university nearest my hometown, which was one of those type of places that people just didn’t know how to leave. Therefore it was rare that anyone ever went anywhere other than the local community college or the local university if you were daring enough to spend four years doing something away from home. I was daring enough. And I was also planning on being daring enough to pursue a medical degree post university. Unlike many from my hometown, I stayed in the dorms. Admittedly, this was in large part because in high school I thought I fell for this pretty girl way out of my league. All right, maybe pretty wasn’t the best word. She looked like one of those blonde bombshells that people get tattooed on themselves. You know the 1940’s/1950’s style women with their perfectly styled hair atop their heads, big breasts, tall and skinny, quite pale skinned. She even dressed the part, she wore a sexier version of WWII era clothing, even a cute army bomber jacket. I am pretty sure every damn boy in our high school believed they were going to marry her one day. If they didn’t, they couldn’t possibly be straight.

As I said, I stayed in the dorms because of her. The truth was, I naively believed if I was the only guy from home on campus all the time, she’d notice me more. Obviously, this plan was destined to fail. But not for any reasons you would expect. She DID notice me. Enough to ask me a favor at the beginning of my second year at least.

‘Hey — Jerry was it?’ The 5’10 woman said walking toward me after I finished my last class of the day. I was about to fall asleep on my feet after that lecture, the professor was some serious eye candy (not that a good heterosexual boy like me would admit that) but he had a tendency to give us the most ridiculous in-class assignments. I seriously wondered if he was getting his rocks off by watching his students working in pairs to create the perfect chemical formula to reduce aging. Okay it wasn’t that extreme. But he did seem to enjoy group work that gave us impossible chemical equations to solve. His favorite phrase was, ‘This is your result? If you made this, you’d blow up my classroom.’

‘Hmm?’ I turned around to face my crush, and instantly my tiredness and annoyance at my professor disappeared, even if she obviously didn’t know my name. ‘Molly. To what do I owe the honor?’

‘Oh Joshy. You HAVE to help me! I couldn’t think of anyone better!’ Molly looked desperate and now she was practically hanging off me. People were staring in our direction.

To make matters worse, the professor I just was irritated with, just came out of the classroom. And somehow he DID know my name. ‘Jeffrey, I know you really enjoy my class, but can you please not have your girlfriend begging her to spend time with you in the doorway?’

‘Uh… she’s not my girlfriend. She doesn’t even know my name.’ I said with a blush.

‘Oh, in that case, should I remind her for you?’ He was 6’4 to my 5’8 and her 5’10, so he had to bend to get in our faces. ‘Miss. I don’t know what you think you are doing attacking my students the moment they come out of my class, but it needs to stop. Take your drama with JEFFREY elsewhere.’

Molly gasped at the man’s bluntness and dragged me away from the horrible man. (Her words not mine. I was actually grateful to him. I don’t actually like being the center of attention very much.) Finally, we stopped at a famous couple’s spot on campus. She had taken me to a nearby pond where students often had picnics. ‘Jimmy. Be my boyfriend.’

I choked on my own saliva. ‘Excuse me?!’

‘Look. I know you have a huge crush on me. I am telling you to finally do something about it.’

I made a fist and banged it on my chest to help me clear my coughing fit. ‘Look, Molly. It is true that you turn heads, but why should I go out with someone who doesn’t even know my name, even though we’ve known each other our whole lives?’

‘Isn’t it a dream come true?’

‘No.’

‘Please?’ Molly threw herself at me and hung off me again in a pathetic manner. ‘I’ll pay you five grand!’

Seriously? I knew her liking me was nothing short of a fairy tale type fantasy, but how desperate was she for a boyfriend, that she she would pay me, our class’s resident nerd, 5,000 dollars. Not to mention where the hell does a small town college girl get that kind of money?

‘No. You honestly can’t believe you can buy love can you?’

‘I don’t need love! I just need to make my ex jealous! I’ll up it to 10!’

If all women were this crazy, I give up on women! I started to walk away. Maybe I was crazy for giving up on ten grand, but I seriously had lost all interest in her. I was not to be a doormat for an unattainable crush.

‘Wait!’

I stopped. That would prove to be my undoing in more ways than one. ‘What?!’

‘At least let me bring you home once and introduce you as my fiance!’

‘Seriously? If I am not agreeing to be your boyfriend, what on earth makes you think I’ll be your fiancé?!’

‘Just one night! Then istanbul travesti you and I can have a huge fight and break up then. My ex will run to me and save me in my hour of loneliness.’

I stared at her completely exhausted of arguing with her. ‘Fine. I guess I will go back and be the laughingstock of town again.’

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After that incident with Molly, I honestly stopped caring about my attempts to be anything other than a heterosexual male. I honestly even began wondering if I even really had a crush on her before all this happened, or if I was “crushing” on her because I knew all the other guys were. I did all the “research” that people do while people explore their gender identity and sexual identity. You know, the whole ask a million questions on every site related to what your identity is, follow various social media accounts, hell I even joined a local LGBTQ+ meetup group.

Since I was playing a fiancé for only one night (and the engagement party was planned for a few months out), I honestly didn’t care what the hell Molly thought about my movements these days. She had added me to a few chat groups of hers through various social media accounts, bragging to her friends about how I was her amazing picture perfect fiancé. (Well, on the bright side, at least she finally figured out my name.) We got requests for proof, since Molly had never even mentioned anyone but her ‘good for nothing ex’. So begrudgingly I had to take cutesie photos with her. She promised me I had to go no further than kiss her cheek.

Apparently, among these contact groups was her ‘gay bff’ as she referred to him. And he ran in the same circles I did. Nik apparently also was the only one who saw through Molly’s plan and about four weeks after the incident, he privately messaged me.

-‘I know you aren’t her fiancé.’

-‘Hmm?’ I responded back.

-‘She conned you into this didn’t she?’

-‘What makes you ask?’

For about five minutes i saw the three little dots that indicated he was still typing. Finally, I got the message. -‘I saw you at the Queeriez club night last week. And you weren’t exactly going incognito.’

-‘Oh.’ I then followed up with, ‘I honestly don’t give a shit about Molly. I lost any respect for her the moment she flung herself on me right outside my classroom. Then she asked me to be her boyfriend and she persisted to ask. To the point of offering me 10 grand.’

He sent a laughing emoji, the one with tears, and then said, ‘I know it will make you the town laughing stock if you do this. So what do you say to playing a trick on her back?’

-‘That depends.’

-‘How about this. Luna cafe. 12 pm. Tomorrow.’

-‘Fine.’ We talked a little longer, and I even laughed with him about the fact that Molly didn’t even know my name.

The next day, at exactly 11:59 am, I strolled into Luna Cafe. In the back, a bright purple haired germanic looking prince waved at me. I slid into the booth, the velvet padding on the circular bench just a couple shades darker than the prince’s hair. The man, grinned as I sidled up next to him. ‘Hey Josh,’ he teased, using one of the many names I told him Molly called me.

‘Haha funny, Nate.’ I purposely called him the wrong name back.

‘Okay, Jeffrey. I need to be real with you.’

‘Okay?’

‘I think you should come out to a couple other people in the group beforehand. They already know the kind of person Molly is and suspect you got thrown into her mess.’

‘Oh?’

‘Yeah. Lacey and Stacey. They said you three were close in high school, but while you talked about Molly non-stop, you were one of the few boys who wasn’t constantly ogling her. You were discreet about it, especially since other than those two, you had no real friends. They said in fact you were bullied a lot.’

‘Mm.’ I was embarrassed he had heard from the twins about my past.

‘Do you have anymore classes today?’

‘No. My only class today was Chem 2334 with Professor Styles.’

‘Oh I heard about him! He’s every gay boy’s wet dream with those looks and voice, but a devil when it comes to his class.’

‘Mhm.’ I paused for a moment then said, ‘Although, to be honest, he seems like a good guy?’

‘Oh?’

‘He seemed perceptive enough to help me out with Molly assaulting me in public. It might have been for other reasons like he said, but I got the feeling he knew I wasn’t much for being a public sideshow.’

‘That’s pretty cool. Most university professors don’t even know the students names, or even care about them.’

‘Well, he does teach the higher course classes, the ones that are small.’ I shrugged. Finally, a waitress arrived at our table. I ordered a couple chocolate croissants and a caramel frappe with almond milk, hazelnut, and cinnamon.

Nik ordered a simple mocha latte with soy milk and laughed at my order. When the waitress came back he looked at my drink that came in a cup with a dome shaped lid. ‘If you tell me you ordered that because it looks pretty, I may have to smack you.’

‘What if that isn’t why I ordered it, but now I don’t want to drink it because they made it too pretty’ I smirked.

Nik rolled his eyes. ‘Anyway, if you don’t have istanbul travestileri anymore classes, let’s go hit up the twins!’

‘Sure.’

‘Great!’ He picked up his bag and coffee, and left the cafe. I followed him to beat up black F-150 pickup, and we climbed in. ‘Call the girls and let them know I conned you into coming to visit.’

So I did. ‘Hey Lace.’

‘J!’

‘So… I met this German prince guy. Claims his name is Niklaus. He’s trying to drag me to the community college to meet some cute girls.’

‘Ah, yeah, Nik makes a terrible wingman, I should warn you,’ Lacey joked, playing along with her old friend’s game.

‘Oh? Really? He told me these girls are cute, but he had no interest beyond friendship with them. Makes me wonder why he wants me to meet them. Is this that whole kind of meet the family thing?’

I heard sputtering coming from the other side of the line, and looked over at Nik, who was trying to contain his laughter. Finally, it seemed like the girls regained enough composure for Stacey to take the phone and say, ‘Get your asses here stat. Meet us in the student union lobby.’

‘So… after talking to the girls, you realize they are going to try and hook us up, right? And should we refuse, they will start hunting down boyfriends for us.’

‘Mmhmm. Sorry though, you’re friendzoned, Mr. German Prince.’

‘Yeah, you’re too cutesie for me. No offense.’

‘None taken. That’s the very reason no one saw me as a threat when it comes to Molly. I’m just a cute quiet little nerd.’

We parked in front of the student union building a few minutes latee, and walked in. Nik was ever the gentleman and opened the door. It had been about a month or so since the girls had seen me and started charging toward me. I still have a bit of trauma leftover from Molly hanging off me in public and making a scene, so I called, ‘No hugs.’

The girls stopped and stared at me like I had suddenly grown two more heads.

‘Sorry. PDA is off-limits right now. Molly cured me of wanting any from girls for a while.’ They still looked at me funny, but led us to a pair of couches facing each other.

‘So is PDA from guys okay, then?’ Stacey tactlessly blurted out.

‘Considering he was grinding up against them last Friday, I’d say sure,’ Nik laughed.

I rolled my eyes, and then said, ‘Not sure I was ever really interested in Molly. I think it was more me trying to be straight so I went along with the trend. Made more sense for my staying single if I liked someone completely unattainable.’

‘So you snagged up her brother instead,’ Lacey grinned.

Nik facepalmed. ‘I hadn’t told Jeffrey the whole brother thing yet, Lacey!’

‘Oops.’

I shrugged. Didn’t matter to me any. ‘So now that it is out, what was your idea Nik?’

‘I actually have two. The first is you find someone at the party and we have her catching you making out with him. Or the second, you just bring a date to the party. Either way, in the public break-up you announce that it was her fault she got a gay guy to play pretend with her.’

I shrugged my shoulders. ‘I dunno. It seems too similar to what she did to me.’

‘At least make people aware that she put you up to it beforehand.’

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Besides the professor, there was someone else in the course that was total eye-candy to me. He was on the university basketball team, and usually he wore a black tank top and blue basketball shorts to class. I sure enjoyed seeing his toned muscles. A couple weeks after my conversation with Nik and the girls, we were actually paired together, and I had the distinct impression Professor Styles did it on purpose.

‘Hey, guess it is you and me today, J.’

I blinked at his use of his overly familiar nickname, but found I didn’t hate it. ‘Guess so,’ I blushed.

‘You put on makeup today.’ King (his parents named him well, in my opinion) didn’t seem the slightest bit disgusted. If I had been looking up at the moment, I would have in fact seen that he was fascinated.

‘Mm. I visited my friends from my hometown a couple days ago. They gave me a bit of a makeover, and I realized I didn’t hate it. So I tried to replicate the makeup at least.’

‘Looks good.’

‘Thanks.’

‘What does your girlfriend think?’

‘Girlfriend?’ I asked, genuinely confused.

‘The girl hanging off you after class a few weeks ago? She isn’t your girlfriend?’

I laughed, and pulled out my phone. I typed on my phone an explanation, not wanting everyone to hear my sad situation.

‘Oh. Good.’ King gave me a smile then typed on my phone. ‘Home game tonight. You’re going to go.’

‘Oh I am, am I?’ I said aloud

‘Mhm.’ King then typed another message. ‘Of course my boyfriend should come!’

I dropped my phone, and it clattered to the floor. Everyone turned to look at us, but for me, I didn’t even notice. I was too shocked. I didn’t even imagine that King could be gay, and now he had staked his claim on me.

‘Oh… did you finally confess, King?’ Professor Styles said with a devilish smirk.

If I had had any doubts that the pairing was purposeful, that comment definitely confirmed it. It was the comment travesti istanbul that broke my shocked state too. ‘Ok. I will be there,’ I said finally.

King grinned and wrapped his arms around me. I have no doubt the would have swung me around in the air if we weren’t in an enclosed space with chemicals all around. (We were supposed to do an experiment today as a practical.) Instead, he kissed me, tenderly and sweetly at first.

But it wasn’t long until I had my tongue in his mouth, warring with his, and my arms around his neck. A cough from Professor Styles broke us apart, and we resumed our work as if nothing happened. Sort of.

‘Your lipstick is smudged,’ King whispered. He opened his backpack and handed me a travel pack of tissues.

I smiled and thanked him. I then opened the front pouch on my computer shoulder bag, and pulled out a handheld mirror, and fixed my face. Once satisfied, put everything away, and then picked up my phone. Shit. It broke.

‘I’ll buy you a new one after class.’

‘That’s not necessary.’

‘It’s my fault it broke. So humor me.’

‘No.’

King gave me a puppy dog look, and I swear, I tried really hard to resist. But in the end, he won. ‘Fine. But I don’t need an expensive one.’

‘You need one that will last you a long time and of good quality though!’

‘King.’

‘Fine. At least let me buy you a refurbished one!’

A couple hours later, I had to separate from King. I had one more class, and he wanted to get a nap in before he had to meet up with his team. But once I had downloaded the data from my old phone and installed all the social media apps Molly said I needed so I could communicate with her friends, plus all THAT data, I found I had little desire to go to my next class. I had what seemed like 200 messages from Molly asking me to clarify what the hell was going on.

It was only then that I found out some people had taken videos and pictures and posted them in the chat for our major. Somehow, it got onto the school forums too. King had posted his status on Facebook as ‘My baby is coming to our first game of the season tonight! So we definitely better win!’

I had gotten a text from Nik, -‘That was fast! King of all people! I am so jealous! Also that kiss was damn hot and steamy! Professor Fierce actually allowed you two to make out in his class?’

I responded back, -‘Oddly, he actually encouraged it! I guess King had been hiding his feelings for a while. Professor Matchmaker forced us to pair up today.’

Suddenly Nik called me. ‘Tell me the whole damn story!’

‘You sure are a gossip whore!’ I laughed. Nik was a great friend to have around, I decided. I knew he’d always have my back. So I explained the entirety of what happened.

‘You’re joking! He seriously asked you out and called you boyfriend in one sentence? That guy has some big balls.’

‘I sure hope he does,’ I joked suggestively.

‘You sure came out of your shell since that whole incident. Seems like at least some good came out of Molly’s harassment.’

‘Speaking of which, she knows. She is mad as hell at me.’

‘Haha, of course. You being gay and the whole university knowing it kinda ruins her image.’

‘I haven’t actually read the two hundred texts she sent.’

‘Oh shit. Speak of the devil, I will call you later. She barged into my room.’

‘Bye.’

The game had been intense. I have to admit, I am not a big fan of sports. So I thought I would be completely and utterly bored. I dragged Lacey, Stacey, and Nik to the game with me, as an effort to make sure I stayed entertained. And to make sure Molly stayed away. The girls took a seat on each side of me, and Nik sat behind us. Nik ever so helpfully pointed King out to the girls, saying, ‘He’s the only one you aren’t allowed to drool over.’

I was surprised at how into the game I was, given I really was only there to see King’s hot sweaty body — err I mean because King ordered me to go. We had won the game, and I was feeling the same high the other fans were as we left the bleachers. As I made my way toward the locker room with Nik and the girls, I felt a big hard object with big fluffy pillows barrel its way onto my back. I knew instantly who it was. ‘Fuck.’ I hissed. ‘Get the fuck off me, Molly!’

Nik tried to pry the blonde bimbo of a sister off me. ‘Molly. Don’t mess with him. You saw the pictures!’

‘And I told you! It has to be a joke! Neither King nor JJ are gay! Plus JJ is my fiance!’

‘And I told you that you are so very wrong! I have been hanging out with Jeffrey for a while now! And we attend queer events together!’

‘Straight boys can go to those!’

I tried to wrestle myself free as as well, but the woman was like a koala with a vice grip on me. ‘Listen to me, Molly. You told me we only had to pretend for one night. But then you make me add all your friends and family and talk to them and shit. So of course they ask for evidence. Therefore I have to suppress every urge to vomit as I pretend I actually like you. I said I didn’t want to be your boyfriend, and yet here I am… pretending to play the part. Well fuck off. I’m done. And you can forget the damn engagement party! If you don’t, I’ll be showing up to the party with King. And YOU will be the laughingstock of the town! Because, guess what?! I am gay! I freaking broke my phone today because a guy I have been drooling over secretly for the past year and a half asked me out!’

Wrestling My Girlfriend’s Father

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I could feel my palms going sweaty as I walked up the driveway toward the house. It wasn’t just the wealth and luxury of the estate that intimidated me, though the opulence would have been enough to scare off less determined suitors than I. No, it was something entirely different that made my heart race inside my chest as I approached the grand front door. It was the task I had in front of me: to ask a man I barely knew for his only daughter’s hand in marriage.

Falling for Camila wasn’t a choice: she was a force of nature that sucked me into her orbit the moment I laid eyes on her. Camila was an Instagram influencer. Not the kind you might think of, the kind who’s famous for nothing and begs for followers anywhere they can get them. Camilla commanded attention the way that most people could only dream of receiving it. With soft and bountiful blonde hair, tan skin as smooth as sin, and a body tighter than a drum, Camila could post a single photo lounging in the Mykonos sun and earn 100,000 likes within the hour.

Her followers were desperate for her, and so was I.

I was no stranger to social media fame either. I’d started out on TikTok after graduating from veterinary school, making silly videos where I danced and shared fun facts about taking care of your furry friends. My social media blew up, and before I knew it I’d amassed a modest 1.8 million followers who would tune in daily to watch me shake my thing (and learn about the importance of brushing your dog’s teeth, of course).

It helped that I was a pretty handsome guy myself, with auburn hair and a short ruddy beard that drove my followers wild. I made the most of my good genes and cowboy-next-door good looks, spending hours in the gym working to build a chest like a shelf and biceps that would make a grown man cry.

I could have any woman I wanted. But I wanted Camila.

When Camila first reached out to me about doing a collab, I thought I’d won the fucking lottery. It wasn’t long before our conversation went from flirting to full-on sexting. When we finally met in person for the first time over coffee, we were only five minutes in before Camila pulled me into the bathroom and fucked the brains out of me. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful–something about her very presence made her irresistible. One taste of Camila and I was hooked.

With our six-month anniversary fast approaching, I was ready to lock things down. I was 28 years old, and it was time for me to get started on building a family. Now, being from Texas, my dad raised me with an old-fashioned sense of manhood. I knew a gentleman asked his girlfriend’s father for his blessing before he popped the question to the girl herself.

The only problem was Camila’s father.

Don’t get me wrong–Dominic had been nothing but warm and decent to me the couple of times I’d seen him, over lunch or at Camila’s 26th birthday party. But the man was intimidating by nature. He was 6’5″, for one, and carried a decent amount of muscle on his bulky frame despite being in his mid-50s. I was used to being the biggest guy in the room, but Dominic almost had me beat.

Still, I was willing to do whatever it took to be with the girl of my dreams, so I swallowed my fear and grabbed the lion-shaped door knocker, pounding it three times against the heavy wooden door. I could hear the pounding echoing inside throughout the empty house.

I took a look around the outside of the estate, my eyes roaming over the ornate molding and lush greenery that surrounded the entrance. I’d never been to Dominic’s home before, so I hadn’t really known what to expect. It suddenly dawned on me that I hadn’t seen a single person on the property. No gardener, no service workers running around, nothing. I had to wonder: how did an estate this size run without constant maintenance?

The door opened to reveal a rugged young man in a traditional butler uniform. He looked to be around my age, with buzzed blonde hair and nervous-looking eyes.

“How can I help you?” he asked.

I noticed him shifting uncomfortably, his left hand tugging at the side of his shirt. Maybe the clothes didn’t fit right? They were certainly tight enough.

“I’m Samuel Finn. I’m here to see Mr. Wells? He should be expecting me.”

The guy nodded. “Of course. Right this way, Mr. Finn.”

I followed after him into the home, past the grand staircase in the foyer and into the living room. I looked around the house, my head spinning at the collection of art and intricate woodwork that filled the mansion. Okay, maybe the opulence was just a little bit intimidating.

As I followed the young man into the living room, I noticed for the first time a strip of black around his neck. It was located just above the collar of his shirt, so closely aligned to it that I hadn’t noticed it at first. It seemed to be made of leather, but I wasn’t close enough to tell. And was that a glint istanbul travesti of silver I saw tucked into his shirt collar?

Before I had a chance to take a closer look, he came to a stop and gestured me to the couch.

“Have a seat. Mr. Wells will be in shortly.”

I sat down on the couch as the man scurried away. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to steady my nerves.

“You’ve got this,” I whispered to myself. “He’s gonna say yes. Just be a man, look him in the eye, and tell him what you want. He’ll respect that.”

My eyes shot open at the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the hall. I got to my feet as Dominic entered the room, a glass of bourbon in his hand. He was dressed in a pair of khakis and a polo shirt with two buttons open, exposing a tuft of salt and pepper chest hair that matched the hair on his head.

“Mr. Wells, thank you for seeing me,” I said politely as I reached my hand out.

“Nonsense,” said Dominic, grabbing my hand and shaking it with a death grip. “I’ve always got time when it comes to my little Camila.”

I tried my best not to wince as Dominic squeezed the life out of my hand. It was the oldest tactic in the book: intimidation through handshake. I knew I couldn’t show weakness in front of this man, not so soon. I kept my face neutral as I looked into Dominic’s eyes with what I hoped was a look of friendly respect.

“Though of course, I was surprised you didn’t just join Camila and me for lunch later,” Dominic said as he prowled over to the bar in the corner of the room, picking up the decanter and pouring another bourbon. “She should be here in an hour. You could have dropped by then and joined us.”

I cleared my throat. “That’s actually why I wanted to meet with you, sir. I was hoping to ask you something,” I said. “Oh, I’m all right,” I said as Dominic held the bourbon out to me.

“Nonsense,” Dominic said as he placed the drink firmly in my hand. “Don’t make a man drink alone in his own home, son.”

I nodded as I lifted the drink to my lips and took a tentative sip, suppressing the urge to grimace. I was not used to drinking hard liquor straight

“Now, what did you want to ask me?” said Dominic, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I felt a strange sensation in my body at the feeling of Dominic’s hand. The rough fingers digging into my skin felt at once comforting and intimidating, throwing me off balance. I cleared my throat, trying to center myself.

“I love Camila, sir. I know that we’ve only been together for six months, but I don’t think I need to tell you how special she is.”

“No, you don’t,” said Dominic, patting me on the back with his massive paw. “She’s a special girl, and it takes a certain kind of man to handle her.”

“That’s why I’m here today. I wanted… I wanted to ask you for your blessing. I want to make Camila my wife.”

Dominic raised his eyebrows. “Oh, do you now?” he asked, taking a sip of his bourbon.

I nodded resolutely. “Yes, sir. I know I can make her happy. I love her and I would do absolutely anything for her.”

Dominic stared at me without saying anything, so I cleared my throat and continued.

“Obviously, the ultimate decision is up to her, but I wanted to come to you first because I believe in traditional values.”

Dominic smirked. “I appreciate it, son.”

He set his bourbon down and shoved his hand in his pocket, walking over to the back window to look outside. “You know, you’re not the first man to come to me with this idea in his head. No, Camila has had many suitors who’ve gotten their heads filled with notions regarding spending the rest of their lives with her. Each of them has sadly disappointed her.”

He turned to me and folded his arms, regarding me skeptically. “What makes you think that you’re different from all the rest?”

“Because I love her,” I said simply. “I love her more than life itself. And I can offer her security. I just bought a house in the valley, with the money from social media and my job at the vet clinic. She can move in with me, I can take care of her.”

Dominic grunted. “Camila doesn’t need your money. She comes from plenty of it, as you can very well see.”

“Then I can offer her loyalty,” I said quickly. “I will always be faithful to her, I can assure you. I’ll do anything for her.”

“Anything?” Dominic said with a raised eyebrow.

I nodded. “I promise you on my life.”

Dominic grinned, baring his teeth in a way that was somehow both menacing and reassuring.

“Now, that’s what I like to hear. Well, son, I think that all sounds very fine. Very fine, indeed. I would love to give you my blessing to marry my daughter.”

My face lit up. “Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!” I drained my bourbon triumphantly, my face growing flush as I felt his heart leap with joy.

“There is just one thing I need you to do for me, first,” said Dominic as he took the glass from me and set it on the counter.

I stared at him quizzically.

“As we’ve established, my daughter is a very special istanbul travestileri woman. She’s been burned before, more times than you can count. And if there’s one thing I won’t tolerate, it’s my little girl getting hurt.”

I opened my mouth quickly to protest. “I promise you, I would never-“

“Yes, yes, I know,” said Dominic, lifting his hand to silence me. “But words are just that: words. I need to know that you’re strong enough to take care of Camila the way that she needs.”

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

Dominic took a sip of his bourbon, staring at me curiously. “Did Camila ever tell you I was a wrestler?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No, she didn’t. Were you professional, or…?”

“No, nothing like that,” said Dominic. “But I did win my fair share of wrestling matches in high school and college. It’s been years now since I’ve been on the mat, but… yes, I think that would be perfect.”

“What would be perfect?” I asked, confused.

“Why, wrestling, my boy!” said Dominic with a hearty laugh. “I think that’s a fine show of strength, indeed. If you can pin me down for… let’s say, five full seconds, then I give you my blessing. Does that sound fair?”

My jaw dropped as I stared at him in confusion. “Are you serious?”

Dominic frowned at me. “When it comes to Camila? You bet your ass I am, boy.”

“I don’t know…” I said slowly. “I mean, this seems a little weird. Wrestling my girlfriend’s father…?”

“Your father-in-law, if you play your cards right,” said Dominic. “Come on, what do you have to lose? I’m an old man and I haven’t wrestled in years. You should be able to beat me, no problem.”

I stared at him. It was true, as buff as Dominic was, I was in the prime of my life. I worked out every day, I could bench twice my body weight…

“All right,” I said. “But what happens if I lose?”

“Then you don’t get my blessing,” said Dominic matter-of-factly. “And let me be clear: if I don’t give my blessing, you don’t marry Camila. There will be no secret wedding, no eloping in Fiji. You and Camila will be over.”

I furrowed my brow. “Sir… I don’t understand. Why can’t you just let me marry your daughter? I’m a good man, I love Camila-“

“Oh, son… nothing is free in this world,” said Dominic, putting his arm around me and tightly squeezing my shoulder. “We all need to prove ourselves sooner or later. Now, do you accept my offer?”

I frowned. This was not at all what I’d anticipated. Sure, I expected I might have to do a bit of groveling, but this was completely out of left field. Still, what other choice did I have? Camila was my whole world, and without her father’s blessing, there would be no wedding.

“All right,” I said. “Do we do it here, or…?”

Dominic bellowed with laughter. “No, my boy. Far too many breakable heirlooms in the living room. No, I have a private gym in the left wing of the house where we can have our little bout. Joey can escort you there and help you get changed. Joey!”

I turned to the door as the young man from earlier came in, his head bowed subserviently.

“Yes da- sir?”

“Take Samuel here to the gym and help him get ready. I’ll meet you there shortly.”

“Of course… sir,” said Joey. “Come with me,” he said to me.

I followed after him, my mind spinning at the strangeness of the predicament in which I’d found myself. I knew that rich people were eccentric, but wrestling for my girlfriend’s hand in marriage? This was next level.

I followed Joey into the private gym, my eyes widening as they took in the expansive space. There was a large area in the center of the room covered in mats, with a sea of weights and machines sitting in front of a mirror against the back wall. No wonder Dominic was in such good shape. This place was like a stadium.

Joey beckoned me into a small changing room on the side of the gym.

“There’s a singlet in there for you to change into. Mr. Wells will be out shortly.”

I entered the room to see a wrestler’s singlet hanging from the wall. I picked it up and held it against my body. I supposed this was one of Mr. Wells’ old wrestling singlets from college, as it was a bit smaller than Mr. Wells was now. I just hoped it was big enough to fit me. I wasn’t confident in my ability to wrestle in the clothes I was wearing now.

I took off my clothes, stripping down to my boxer briefs before pulling my legs through the singlet. Luckily the singlet fit, although just barely. I was glad no one else would be present during our little wrestling match, as the Lycra was snug against my muscular glutes and left little to the imagination regarding my junk. I moved my package to the side, trying to make the imprint of my dick as inconspicuous as possible before walking back out into the gym.

Dominic was already in his singlet, standing in the center of the mat with his arms folded imposingly. His singlet fit much better than mine, although it was still tight against his body. I could see his barrel chest and tree trunk travesti istanbul thighs bulging out underneath the fabric. My eyes avoided his bulge like the plague, but I couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of what looked to be a pretty impressive endowment. His curly chest hair was pouring out over the top, making him look like an old-fashioned strongman.

“Very nice, son. Very nice indeed. Come join me on the mat,” said Dominic.

I walked towards him, conscious of the singlet riding up my ass. I resisted the urge to fidget with it.

“I always shake hands before a match,” said Dominic. “Sportsmanship.”

He gave me another death grip handshake, but this time I was more prepared for it. I squeezed Dominic’s massive hand as hard as I could, staring resolutely into the older man’s eyes.

“For Camila,” I said.

Dominic nodded. “For Camila.”

Joey walked forward holding a whistle. “On three,” he said.

Dominic stood in front of me with his hands raised slightly in front of him, staring into my eyes with a look of pure focus. I matched his pose, my heart pounding frantically in my chest. I tried not to feel like a gazelle about to be mauled.

“Three… two… one…”

The second Joey blew the whistle we lunged at each other. Dominic grabbed the back of my neck with his thick fingers as I went for his shoulders, using my body weight to try and shove him over. While he was slightly taller than me, we were about evenly matched when it came to weight, so I was able to push him back a few feet. Dominic kept his grip on the back of my neck, using a surprising amount of strength to spin me around and shove me forward. I stumbled forward a few feet but kept my balance, then turned quickly to face him again.

“Not bad for an old man, huh?” chuckled Dominic as he slapped his burly chest.

I kept my eyes trained on Dominic, watching and waiting for the next attack. I couldn’t let myself get distracted, there was too much at stake.

I was right to be vigilant. Dominic suddenly lunged at me with a speed I wouldn’t have expected from the old man. He careened into me like a truck, his arm wrapping around my waist as he tackled me to the ground.

I got the wind knocked out of me as I slammed into the ground, all 200+ pounds of Dominic’s weight landing on top of me. Dominic’s muscular arm slid from around my waist to try and slip around my neck. I needed to act quickly before the man had me pinned to the ground. I thrashed around as hard as I could, beating my forehead into the man’s rock-hard barrel chest. I tried to slide out from his grasp but his arms held firm, choking my body like vines.

Suddenly I felt Dominic’s arm snake underneath mine, grabbing my left arm and pinning it to the ground. Before I knew it, Dominic’s other arm had grabbed the back of my neck, trapping me in a half-nelson.

“Agh!” I cried out as Dominic pulled my head into his side, shoving my nose right into the crook of his sweaty armpit.

My nostrils were instantly overwhelmed by Dominic’s musk, forcing me to breathe it in straight from the source. The odor emanating from his armpit was so strong I could almost taste it. It was like the smell was driving straight up into my nose and through to my brain. I began getting lightheaded as the heady scent penetrated me like a knife, invading my nostrils as it traveled throughout my body.

I should have been disgusted by this old man’s smell. I should have wanted to retch, just like any other guy would have been getting a whiff of his would-be father-in-law’s armpit.

But I wasn’t. I was surprised to notice the smell wasn’t unpleasant at all. It was powerful and overwhelming, to be sure, but not altogether unpleasant.

Kind of nice, actually.

“That’s it, boy,” Dominic grunted as I struggled helplessly in his grasp. “Just breathe.”

I needed to wriggle my way out from underneath him, a part of me knew that. But that didn’t seem so important right now. Something about the smell… relaxed me. It was like slipping into a warm bath, feeling the tension leave my body as my mind became unburdened.

“One… two… three…” I heard Joey cry out, his voice sounding small and far away.

I could feel panic eating away at the edge of my brain. But the feeling was dull, muted. It was being edged out by something much stronger. I couldn’t help but feel… good. I closed my eyes, breathing Dominic’s scent a little deeper as my struggles became weaker and weaker.

I just wanted to smell it. Just for a moment.

“Five!”

Suddenly Dominic released me from his hold, causing me to fall onto my back on the mat. I lay there limply, my glazed eyes staring up at the ceiling in a daze as the burly man lumbered to his feet.

“Not bad, boy,” said Dominic. “But not good enough.”

I don’t know where I was at that moment, but I could barely comprehend his words through the haze in my mind. As I began to come back into my body, I saw Dominic standing over me, staring down at me with a bemused expression on his face. My eyes settled on the prominent bulge in his singlet. His junk jutted out just a few feet above my face, hanging over me like an imminent threat. I stared in wonder at this impressive display of manhood as the reality of what had just happened began to dawn on me.

Roman Pleasures

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It was wondering about when and why attitudes had changed—and the quest for a solution—that had brought me to the land of the Roman emperors. There was a time when relations between older and younger men—far younger than I was interested in—were considered the norm. In Greek and Roman times. Now, in today’s world, it appeared that it wasn’t men having relationships with men that was condemned as much as the age span involved. The homophobia came centuries later. I had had eighteen-year-old male lovers both in New York and London—I was thirty-nine, knocking on middle age—and I was derived for taking lovers less than half my age to the point that I was seeking somewhere else to live again. I was a professional writer; I could live most anywhere and continue my work. Perhaps in Italy, the land of the Roman emperors . . .

I had been at the doors of the Naples National Archeological Museum when they opened that Saturday morning just to be able to go stand in front of the sculpture they have there of Antinous, the young lover of the Roman emperor Hadrian, for some minutes—to see a young men loved by an Emperor so much that he made him a god. Just the thought of being in the area where the young man who was anointed by many as the god of homosexuality and the love of a man for him met his emperor lover aroused me to a state of ultrasensuality.

The way Antinous had been rendered in sculpture helped me see why Hadrian worshipped him. Hadrian himself had been loved and bedded by the Emperor Trajan when he was a young man. There was a time in the Greek and Roman world when this was considered normal and was not remarked—certainly was not condemned and persecuted. In truth, the emperor Claudius had been mocked in his time for not having a young male lover. Males of the upper classes were mentored and bedded by older, important men before they became men themselves. Although Antinous, as depicted, was a handsome young man, there were no answers in his marble visage for my quandary. What was wrong in an older man loving and making love to him?

From the museum I had taken a boat out to the Isle of Capri in the Bay of Naples and gone to the villa of the emperor Tiberius, the Villa Jovis, and sat in the ruins and considered his more lurid relationships with young men. He had taken it to extremes, but he had made it the fashion—or at least tolerated—in his time. I wasn’t interested in the extremes Tiberius went to. I just wanted to make love to a small, supple, narrow-hipped, willing eighteen-year-old youth. I wanted to hold him close in my embrace, smaller and more delicate than I was, and watch the expression on his face as a big-cocked older man entered him and the two became one. I wanted him when he still had some innocence and a yielding, young body.

I don’t know why I had come to Italy and gone on a pilgrimage of men who had loved young men and not been persecuted for doing so. But I did. I had to go somewhere; I couldn’t live in the States or England anymore. I was too well known there and too old. Pursuing men half my age invited derision and detraction from what I wrote. Returning to Naples from Capri, rather than spending the night there as I planned, I got in my rental car and drove further south, down the Tyrrhenian Sea coast of Italy on the E45, down to Salerno and then on a road hugging the coast closer until I got hungry. It was early afternoon and it was getting hot in the unconditioned air of the rental car interior. I turned off the highway onto a secondary road and drove to the coast, looking for a restaurant.

I arrived in a small, old harbor town, stepping down steep hillsides on three sides into a beautiful little harbor cove, with idle fishing boats bobbing lazily on the northern side tied up to narrow wooden piers and a sandy beach running around the southern curve of the cove. It was a Saturday, and the commercial activity in the village was scarce and languid. I’m sure that in centuries past the fishermen went out every day to catch their fish, but those days were gone. The Mediterranean had become so overfished that commercial fishing no longer was permitted on the weekends. Now the fishermen took naps on Saturday and Sunday, and more power to them. At that point of the day I would welcome a nap as well. It would be nice to have someone to nap with, of course.

All of the houses were either ocher painted or white washed, with red tile roofs. Very picturesque. I had seen no sign telling me what the name of the town was, and the buildings tumbling down the hillside to the water were set so close together, separated by cobblestone paths, that I had to park the car at the top of the hill and walk down. Surely there would be restaurants down in the harbor, I thought.

There were a couple of restaurants there and I picked one with an outside terrace facing the water from where I could watch the activity among the fishing boats, as bare-chested men cleaned them, as well as a group of young men playing almanbahis a game of soccer on the beach on the southern side of the cove. I was close enough to see the forms and faces of the beautiful older teenage youths and young men and share their joy at the play. They played in just shorts and sneakers, their sleek, beautiful bodies moving like a troupe of synchronized dancers. One older teenager, in particular, a beautiful, sultry, dark-haired young man of perfect form, looked up at me occasionally and smiled shyly. My body betrayed its interest in him.

I took a long time at my lunch, not wishing to move on as long as there were so many beautiful young men moving so gracefully on the sand. I looked at my watch and saw that it was nearly four in the afternoon. I had no idea where I was driving from here. The Isle of Capri had been my last programmed stop before driving on down the peninsula and switching to the other coast, to Brindisi, where I had read there were other villas where Roman emperors had kept, trained, and played with their young male lovers.

I decided that this was as good a place to stop for the night as any other. I had passed a small hotel on the upper slopes of the town on my way down the narrow and steep cobblestone pathway to the harbor from where I’d parked the car. I stopped at the hotel on the way back up to the car park. Yes, they had a nice room, with a balcony, overlooking the harbor, the black-clad wizened old woman at the reception desk said. It had its own bath too, she added, which, considering the pride with which she said it, made me think that private bathrooms in hotels along the coast in villages tucked away like this weren’t necessarily the norm. I felt lucky I’d found such a room available for the night.

After viewing the room, clucking to the old lady about how nice it was, and paying for the night, I climbed back up to the rental car, made sure it was parked where it wouldn’t inconvenience anyone, and retrieved my small suitcase. I had left Rome that morning before dawn for the drive down the coast, and the heavy, but delicious, fish meal had made me drowsy, so I stripped naked; laid down on the bed, with the French window to the balcony open to what little breeze there was coming up from the sea; languidly masturbated to the fantasy of dancing among the young soccer players on the beach with all of them gathering around me to watch me cover the one I was interested in. In my daydream I was rising and falling on him, watching the dreamy, yielding expression on his face at the taking, until I achieved a release both in the dream and in the hotel bed. Then I slept the contented sleep of the dead until after dark.

It was after nine when I left the hotel and went back down to the harbor, to the same restaurant, for dinner. Candles were set out on the terrace dining area and similar lights sparkled throughout the harbor village and cascaded down to reflect in the water of the cove. It was all very lovely.

I was surprised to find that the waiter was the beautiful young man I had seen playing soccer on the beach in the afternoon—the one I had smiled at and who had smiled back at me, frequently looking up to the terrace at me and, at least in my imagination, had been batting his long, dark eyelashes at me—the one I had fucked in my dreams while napping that afternoon. Perhaps he wasn’t batting his eyelashes then, but he did now as he waited on my table. Nineteen-year-olds, which I gauged the waiter to be, were my fetish and my downfall. As I watched him move about the restaurant terrace, I hardened up again and fantasized laying him on top of one of the unoccupied restaurant tables.

A young man, possibly twenty or twenty-one, was sitting on a stool in the corner of the terrace, playing a guitar and softly singing what must be Italian love songs or lullabies. He too was smiling at me and batting his eyelashes. He too was a beautiful, sultry, dark-haired young man. I wondered if all of the men of this remote—almost hidden, at least for me—village were this beautiful. I saw no reason not to accept that they were. I felt the stirring inside me—the need.

The young waiter’s name was Paulo, and he took every opportunity to speak with me, using his limited English, trying to improve his knowledge of the language, which was sufficient for the purpose. I encouraged any contact with him. We exchanged what little background information we could, given Paulo’s limited English. I did manage to ascertain, as I had gauged and hoped, that Paulo was nineteen—just. I saw him go to the guitarist and overheard the word “American.” It was clear that being an American was earning me some cachet with these young men. It wasn’t long before the guitarist took a break. Rather than going into the interior of the restaurant, he came over to my table.

“Excuse me. You are alone, I think. Paulo tells me you are an American. You were here this afternoon, watching us play football on the sands. Do almanbahis giriş you mind if I sit and speak to you about America for a few minutes before I go back to the guitar?”

Now I remembered him, tanned and extremely fit, moving around shirtless, as did the others. Another perfectly formed young man, but with the torso of a man—achingly beautiful, of course, but more fully developed than aroused me the most.

“Certainly, sit,” I said. “I am enjoying your playing. And this is a lovely setting, with beautiful people everywhere.”

“You think we are beautiful here in this small village? More beautiful than people living beyond here? America is the land of beautiful people, isn’t it? There are times when I wonder if there is anywhere beyond here. We are so isolated. But you really think we are beautiful? You think I am beautiful? Do you think I would be thought to be beautiful in America—desirable? Do you mind if I smoke?”

“No, not at all,” I said, and then laughed. “I meant I don’t mind if you smoke. You are a beautiful young man, yes. You would be thought to be very handsome in America too. Most Americans don’t keep as fit as you are, I’m afraid. America has become the land of self-indulgence and excess, I’m sorry to admit, which leads most Americans to be noticeably overweight. Few are as fit as those I saw playing ball on the beach today.”

“But you have,” he said, “kept fit.” He gave me a knowing smile and reached over and touched one of my nipples through the material of my shirt. My nipples were puffed out and clearly showed through the material. I had to get used to the Italians’ use of their hands, I thought, acting with more easy familiarity than most Americans do. His touch may mean nothing. But, again, it might mean something.

“You mean for my age, I think,” I couldn’t help saying. I was possessed with the idea of getting older.

“I mean for any age,” he said. “I find men your age—what thirty-five?—very interesting. They usually are very experienced, especially if they are as handsome and fit as you are.”

I’m embarrassed that I didn’t correct him on my age. What he was offering, though, was becoming clear and I chose to pursue it. “You mentioned wanting to be desirable. Desirable to . . .?”

“To men. To older, but fit men . . . like you,” he responded. It was quite clear now.

He took a pack of cigarettes out of a fold he’d made on the sleeve of his short-sleeved T-shirt. I looked at him more closely in the flare of his lighter. He was, in fact, extremely handsome. And his body was perfectly formed, a lightly muscular chest, with firm biceps, the torso tapering down to a thin waist and narrow hips. My mind went back to this afternoon when I’d watch him play soccer on the beach, and I couldn’t conjure up any imperfection in the young man—other than age and progressing development. The face was classical Italian beauty.

“You are very fit indeed,” I said. “Do you go out with the fishing boats?”

“On the days we’re allowed to go out, yes,” he said. “There are fewer and fewer fish in the sea, so we aren’t allowed to go out every day. In the evening, I play the guitar and sing here. And in the night, I have other things I can do to make money.” He gave me a sideways sly look. More signaling, I wondered.

“I enjoy your music,” I said. I’m sure I would enjoy what could come after that too, but I didn’t speak of it then. I didn’t really have to. He obviously was working his way in that direction, and he was moving there rather quickly. It occurred to me that he probably worked here in the evening to hook up with men who would pay him for his body. If he’d been a bit younger, I would have taken the lead. He was beautiful enough, though, for me not to cut this off. He wasn’t too old that I wouldn’t pay to use his body.

“My name is Umberto,” he said, catching that I was closely scrutinizing his body. “I go with men—with handsome men, like you. I see how you look at me. I see how you look at Paulo. You have a beautiful laugh. I think you are a beautiful man. You are here alone, and you look lonely and like you would like to ask me something—or ask Paulo something. You go with men too—and older youths—do you not? Do you want to fuck me? I can go either way—top or bottom—whatever you like?”

“Excuse me?” I said, not hiding the shock—as much the shock of him reading my mind as in how blatantly he’d rushed to the point. “How could you suppose—?”

He had a hand on my thigh. It moved to my crotch. This wasn’t just casual Italian familiarity.

“Because your body does not lie. Your eyes do not lie. I saw you this afternoon when we were playing football on the beach. You wanted Paulo. You wanted him sexually. I was a little jealous that it was Paulo you were wanting and not me. I can see it and feel it here. You have been hard since Paulo was serving you your dinner. Can you be hard for me too? I am lonely tonight too. I would not cost you much. I know you are booked almanbahis yeni giriş at the hotel near the top of the village. I think you have stopped here for the night because you want to bed Paulo or another young man. I would like to go with you. I know how to go upstairs in the hotel without going past the reception desk. That doesn’t matter anyway; the old woman at the desk understands the world and the needs of men like us. I go with men. I lie under men. I will fuck you if that is what you prefer, but I think it is that you ache to fuck a young man like me. You could fuck me tonight and Paulo tomorrow. I’m sure he would go with you. Or you could fuck us both tonight, if you wish. Or we could both fuck you. Have you had two nice cocks inside you at one time before?”

Oh, good lord, I thought. I swelled under his fondling of my crotch. He reached over with his free hand to touch my nipple through the material of my shirt again, and this time he didn’t take it away. This time he took the nub between his thumb and a finger and played with it, making me moan.

“Or am I being too forward for you?” he asked. “Are men looking for men to fuck not as open and honest about their desires in America as we are here in Italy?”

“No, you are not being too forward,” I said, turning a smile on for him. “I find you quite refreshing.”

“We are in the shadows here,” he said, “and no one here cares much anyway. I will feel you and you can feel me and, if all is good, I will come to your room with you and I will give you head and then you can fuck me—very reasonable price for an American, I think.”

He leaned in for a kiss, and I didn’t resist. He tasted like the wine I had been drinking. As we kissed, he felt me up under the surface of the table—and I felt him up as well.

* * * *

I fucked him on the bed in my hotel room—or rather, he fucked himself on my shaft initially. We were both naked. His body was beautiful, and mine must have been at least adequate, as he went hard quickly as I was fondling the nakedness of him, and he went down on his knees, taking my shaft into his mouth. This was no virgin to men. He had a soft mouth and he knew how to use it on a cock.

I lay on the bed, feet dangling off the end, as he knelt on the floor and gave me head. As he sucked, he ran his hands over my body. I had already done so with him, savoring the beauty and suppleness of him. He was better developed than I really preferred, but he was a gorgeous young man. Perhaps just not quite young enough for me to fully enjoy taking charge of and controlling—doing what I wanted to do with an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old.

After he had taken me to full erection with his mouth, he rose and came up into my lap, holding the root of my cock erect while positioning it at his hole, rubbing it on his rim to help him dilate sufficiently—I am a well-endowed man—and then sliding down on the cock while kneeling on my lap, with his bent knees on either side of my hips, holding onto my biceps with his hands and, when fully saddled, rising and falling on the cock. Fucking himself on my shaft. He knew how to do this.

He looked down into my eyes with an expression of fully enjoying the fuck. I was paying him, but he was completely engaged, as if we were dedicated lovers. I tried to meet his gaze with the same—exhibiting that I was fully enjoying it, not just enjoying it enough to maintain an erection.

The friction of the fuck aroused me enough to become more animated. I took his narrow waist between my hands and helped raise and lower him. I moved him from side to side too and in a circular motion, making sure that every surface of his passage was receiving attention. He got into the fuck, pushing my back onto the surface of the bed, pressing his palms into the hollows of my shoulders, and gyrating on my shaft—rising high and slamming down, picking up the pace of the pumping, stopping periodically to rock forward and back. He was panting and gasping, moaning and groaning, riding me hard. With a little cry, he released his seed on my belly and, tensing and jerking, tensing and jerking, I gave him two loads of my cum deep in his passage. It hadn’t all drained, though. My body was holding back a bit—not much, but enough that I, at least, noticed.

Umberto collapsed on me, moaning and purring. He found my lips with his and we kissed. It wasn’t a lingering kiss, though.

When he lifted his face from the kiss, he captured my eyes with his and gave me a searching look.

“That was very nice,” I said.

“Yes, but?” he countered.

“No but. I enjoyed that immensely.”

“I think you enjoyed it, but not immensely,” he said, rolling away from me, leaning down to where he’d dropped his clothes, coming up with his pack of cigarettes and a lighter, lighting up, and going over to the French window out onto the balcony. It was open to let in the summer breeze, and he leaned into the frame of the doorway and puffed on his cigarette. His body was magnificent. He was a young god, completely comfortable in his nakedness and as well sculpted as any of the statues of young men and older youths I’d seen that morning in the Naples museum . . . and yet.

Halloween Ch. 02

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The preceding two weeks passed quickly and, while I had worked diligently to get my business affairs in order before starting a new endeavor, there was still a lot of chaos surrounding the last couple of days. I knew that there would have to be some overlap in the assignments and trusted that I could manage it all, but it was not the business aspects that I worried about.

Aside from taking on a position as counsel to the owner in a new company, I would be working with a new group of people that seem to exist in a different type of corporate world. There was a lot of interaction and fluidity in their roles and there were expectations that require a different set of rules to accompany them. I felt that I would fit in well but starting in a consultant’s position I lacked a certain amount of power that came with the territory of a corporate office. I had to stake my claim by sheer force of will and the willpower of some of the other players that I have witnessed so far was formidable. It would be a challenge in the best of times, but I had the additional burden of the role that I had to assume in the process, that of my alter ego, Rachelle.

As I prepared for my first day, I selected a navy-blue business suit, cream colored blouse, nude stockings and navy-blue heels; my wig was jet black, medium length. It was a professional look suggesting a soft power, a look that allowed some flexibility of purpose for the first day. Once I better understood the lay of the land, I could alter my wardrobe as required but for now the look was middle of the road professionalism. I felt that I was ready and I was anxiously excited about my prospects.

As I drove to Abdel’s home office, I smiled thinking about driving to a new job as Rachelle in broad daylight. I have never done this before and felt a bit apprehensive but being Rachelle while working was part of the arrangement and I had to respect it. Nevertheless, I did find it rather exciting to be given the excuse to move around freely as Rachelle.

I parked in the driveway on the side of the house, took my purse and briefcase and walked to the front door. As I was about to ring the bell the door was opened by Abdel’s valet/butler, George, who I met him several weeks before at a Halloween party hosted by Abdel. He smiled and greeted me warmly, closing the door behind me after I entered. He said that Abdel would be with me in a few minutes and that I could wait in his office. George added that he would show me around once Abdel was finished with me since he was told that I was to have complete freedom of movement within the house and that I should understand the layout. I thanked him and went into Abdel’s office.

Returning to this room brought back fond memories of the party, the people that I met and interacted with, and most of all, Abdel. I looked forward to seeing him again and wondered what it would be like meeting him in a different setting, one not strictly social. As I thought about this, the door opened and Abdel walked in, lighting up when he saw me. “Good morning Rachelle. It is a pleasure to see you again,” said Abdel before kissing my cheeks.

“I share the pleasure by seeing you as well,” I said, “I am happy to return to your home.”

Abdel motioned for me to sit down and George brought in two coffees, already reading my mind. Abdel asked if I managed to get my affairs in order and if I was ready to begin learning the ins and outs of his business. I gave him a rundown of where I stood with things and assured him that I was ready for the challenges that lie ahead.

After some pleasantries we moved to his conference table and began discussing what he expected of me and what my duties would be. He said that he wanted me to work on a global level, interacting with each of his continent heads and reporting directly to him. I would also serve as his eyes and ears while he was away and as a counselor when he was in town or if we traveled together. He expected me to serve his needs and help ensure that the business ran smoothly in his absence. It worked reasonably well up until now, but he was beginning to get the feeling that shortcuts were being taken that was affecting operations and consequently, the bottom line. He felt that he was not seeing something and it bothered him. I understood completely and assured him that I would do my best for him and the company.

Abdel was quiet for a few minutes and then continued, “You will not be able to do everything on your own so I have planned for some assistance which will be crucial, particularly in the early stages. Adriana, whom you know, will devote as much of her time to your work as is necessary. Danielle is unaware of this arrangement so it is to be kept between the three of us,” he said with a smile.

I began to voice some mild protest about working with Adriana but he cut me off. “The decision has been taken so there will be no more talk about it,” said Abdel.

“As you wish, sir,” I replied.

“I have arranged for Adriana to come here for lunch so that the two of you can reacquaint yourselves and mend any broken almanbahis fences,” Abdel continued. “I assume that you will establish a good working relationship with her.”

“Of course, sir. I assume that Adriana has already agreed.”

“Yes, she has, she seemed delighted for the opportunity,” he said with a sly grin.

The rest of the morning was devoted to business discussions about contracts and logistics until George came in slightly before 1:00pm to announce Adriana’s arrival. Abdel took the opportunity to excuse himself and asked George to show me to the private dining room which had already been set up for a lunch for two.

Adriana was standing, looking over a painting when I entered the room. She turned to face me and said, “Hello, Rachelle.”

“Hello, Adriana. I can say that it is nice to see you again, but it would only be a half-truth. I believe that we got off to a bad start several weeks ago and if there was anything that I did to contribute to that, I apologize.”

“Thank you, Rachelle. I appreciate your honesty,” said Adriana.

Adriana did not elaborate and certainly did not express and interest in prolonging the conversation about our prior meeting or the reasons for her feelings. Someday it will come out but for now, we must forge a business relationship and make it work for the benefit of the company.

We took our seats and George brought in appetizers and filled our water glasses. With these formalities attended to, he excused himself and closed the door as he left. Adriana and I sat in silence for a few minutes, neither one wanting to be the first one to speak. Finally, Adriana said, “Is it to be like this? I was asked to come here and I complied. If you have nothing to say and wish nothing other than my presence, say it now and I will be on my way. I do not need to sit here in silence staring at you.”

I took the bait. “God, you have some chip on your shoulder and I do not understand why. I never did anything to you and yet, from the first time our eyes met, you have looked at me like you want to rip my head off. Why?”

“Do you want an honest answer, or will you report whatever I say regardless?” said Adriana.

I was a bit surprised by the venom and the tone but almost as much by what she said. “Why would you think that I wouldn’t want honesty and why would you believe that I am here to report your statements? What have you been told?” I said.

She appeared to be calculating her response and eventually said, “I was told that someone would be joining the company whose main responsibility would be to ferret out those in middle management who are sharing inside information or perceived to be untrustworthy. Yours was the first fresh face that I have seen so in my opinion, it is you. If my work is to be scrutinized then so be it but I will not be treated like a thief. I have given five years of my life to Abdel, his company and Danielle without question or complaint. If my loyalty is questioned, and it shouldn’t be after the Halloween party, or if I am dismissed because of what I just said, I have a clear conscience.”

I did not rush my reply. “I am sorry that you feel the way that you do. I cannot help sooth your perception of me with words but for giving me your honesty, I will give you mine. I am not here to spy on you, nor did I orchestrate the test of your loyalty at the Halloween party. None of that was my doing. I was as much a pawn that night as you. If I ever have a problem with you, you will hear it from me and only me.”

Adriana stared at me, obviously wondering whether or not to believe me. I spoke first this time, “Can we take a break and enjoy lunch? If you remain unconvinced then we can spar with each other on a full stomach afterwards.”

“Agreed,” said Adriana with just the hint of a smile.

We relaxed a bit and had a reasonably comfortable lunch, talking about generalities and avoiding contentious topics, including our personal lives. Adriana did say that she had nothing against me personally and I responded in kind. If we were to work together we had to establish some level of trust at the outset and see what happens afterwards.

As we ended our time together I stood up to walk Adriana out but she leaned in close as she rose and whispered, “In case no one has told you, if a woman arranges a lunch or dinner in the dining room and George serves, he expects a special ‘thank you’ afterwards. Kind of an unwritten rule.”

I considered what she said for a moment and then proceeded to walk Adriana to the door. As I went to shake her hand she leaned over and kissed me instead, not a peck on the cheek but on the lips like very close friends but not quite lovers. Her kiss signaled her willingness to give me the benefit of the doubt and confirmed that she was open to try to make our business relationship work. We did share some history and obviously she did not want to gloss over that fact. With a small smile and a polite wave she walked down the path to her car.

I went back into the dining room to get my notepad and saw George cleaning up. He looked almanbahis yeni giriş over at me nonchalantly and asked, “Was everything to your liking Ms. Rachelle?”

“Fine, George. Thank you.”

“If you ever need anything or require help in any way, please let me know,” he added. “I am happy to be of assistance in any way that I can.”

“I certainly appreciate your offer and I will let you know if I need anything. Oh, by the way, I would like to see the rest of the house and you did mention that you would show me around. Is that still possible?”

“Of course, Ms. Rachelle. Let me finish here and we can take a walk.”

“Great, I will see you in foyer in 10 minutes if that’s okay,” I said.

“That would be fine, Ms. Rachelle,” George replied as he continued to wipe the table.

We started our tour going around the main floor with its living room, library, several offices, Abdel’s office, the kitchen, and two dining rooms apart from the larger main dining room. The second floor contained the sleeping quarters, six bedrooms in total each with en suite bathrooms and dressing areas, a second reading area and a comfortable sitting area. It was in this last room that I chose to stop and sit on the sofa. “Is everything alright, Ms. Rachelle?” asked George.

“Yes, fine George. I just wanted to stop for a moment to say thank you for the nice lunch today and for taking such good care of me. I appreciate your help.” I sat on the edge of the sofa cushion facing George and I looked into his eyes. After a short moment he walked over to me and stopped in close proximity to my face, looking straight ahead. I reached out and rubbed the front of his pants and felt the erection that was taking shape. I unzipped his pants to set it free and gently extracted it from its confinement. George gave a sigh of relief as it emerged.

Without bothering to look up at George, I wrapped my lips around his cock and began the rhythmic motions that I knew would bring him the pleasure that he wanted. After a few moments his hands held the back of my head and he took charge, fucking my face with determination. I gripped the cheeks of his ass and pulled his stiff dick deeper into my throat. Within a minute I felt him stiffen, moan loudly and then he shot a full load of hot semen into my mouth.

We stopped moving while he emptied himself into my mouth. I took it all before looking up at him, showing him his cum in my mouth, and then slowly swallowed it.

I looked down while I gathered my thoughts and George put his cock back in his pants. He took my shoulders and stood me up, stepping back in the process. “Thank you, Ms. Rachelle,” he said very politely.

“You’re welcome and thank you again for lunch,” I replied. With that exchange we left the sitting room and went back to the main floor, me going to my office and George heading to the kitchen. “Can we look at the lower level next time I am here, George?”

“Of course, Ms. Rachelle, whatever you like,” he replied.

It was early evening before Abdel returned to his office and then stopped to see me. “Hello, my dear, how was your first day?” he said.

“Very good actually,” I replied. “I have a better understanding of things now and I am glad to have had the opportunity to speak to Adriana. Thank you for arranging lunch for us.”

“Of course, it was my pleasure,” Abdel responded with a hint of a grin. Clearly he must know the ‘unwritten rule’ concerning George and relished the thought of my predicament. “Come, let’s have a drink to end the day,” he said, turning to walk back to his office without waiting for a reply.

When I got to his office he had already poured two glasses of bourbon and was adding an ice cube to each. Handing me a glass, he said “Congratulations and good luck on the road ahead.” Pausing to take sip he then continued, “How did it go with Adriana?”

“As I indicated, it was nice to have the opportunity to speak to her one on one in a quiet setting. She is very sharp as you said, and she seems to have a genuine affection for the company.

“We had a bit of a rocky start, but we smoothed things out and left on good terms.”

“Fine. No complaints about Danielle from her I take it?” Abdel said before taking another sip from his glass.

“No. Adriana did not speak much about her or their working arrangement, but she definitely has a firm grasp of far east operations. She spoke in detail, without notes, and was extremely comfortable with the intricacies of the business there. I can see why you like her.”

“So I take it that you like her in that position as well?” Abdel queried.

“From what I have seen so far, yes. But please remember that I have only had one meeting with her outside of the Halloween party,” I replied.

“Ah yes, I remember,” Abdel said not trying to hide his smile.

We finished our drinks and Abdel leaned back in his chair. “Rachelle, be a good girl and fetch us another drink,” he said.

“Of course, sir,” I responded before getting up to retrieve his glass. After fixing two drinks and placing almanbahis giriş one on his desk, I asked “Is there anything else that you would like, sir?”

Abdel smiled his sly smile and said, “Why yes, there is one thing.” With those words Abdel unzipped his pants and took out his dick, stroking it a few times before letting it rest in his lap. Slowly and deliberately, I took a long pull of my bourbon and then walked behind his desk to face him in his chair.

Staring into his eyes I went to my knees and took his cock in my hands. I felt it growing and it did not take much coaxing to get a full, hard erection from him. Without lifting my gaze from his dick I placed it into my mouth and started to move up and down on it. I paid particular attention to the noises of sucking which seemed to excite him and before long I was feeling his pleasure. “That’s my good girl, suck my cock. Take it down your throat and hold it there. Ah, just like that, Rachelle. You’re such a good cocksucker, my pretty one,” said Abdel.

Abdel tensed and his semen exploded into my mouth as he moaned loudly. I felt the hard spurts hitting the back of my throat as my mouth was filled. I did not move and let his cum accumulate in my mouth, waiting for his words. “You can swallow it, Rachelle,” he said as he exhaled.

I did as I was told and then rose to my feet, wiping the remnants of his cum from my lips. I smoothed my skirt, walked back to my chair, and took another drink from my glass before sitting down.

As Abdel straightened in his chair he said that I should go to his offices in midtown tomorrow to see that operation. These offices housed the key divisions of his business and he kept his department heads in this central location to ensure the proper flow of information. He kept his primary office there and I would have my office near to his. It would be a busy day so he suggested that I get there early to watch the arrival of personnel and mentioned that he would have George call security to make them aware that I would be arriving before 8:00am. I readily agreed, thanked him for the drink and said that I would be heading home unless he had something else for me. He said that nothing else was required and that he would see me tomorrow.

I picked up my purse and briefcase from my office and walked to the front door which was opened by George saying, “Good night, Ms. Rachelle.”

“Good night, George.”

I awakened early, showered, had a small breakfast and got ready for the day ahead. I wore a medium gray chalk stripe suit with a burgundy blouse, nude stockings and gray heels. It was a power suit and I wanted to set the right impression.

Entering the lobby I was greeted by the concierge at the reception desk quite politely. “Good morning, we were expecting you. There’s no need to sign the book and if you will follow me I will show you to the lift to take you to the office floor.”

“Thank you,” I said and followed the young man to the elevator. He pushed the button for the 30th floor and stepped back, allowing me to enter. When I arrived at the appointed floor and the elevator doors opened, Danielle greeted me warmly, “Good morning, Rachelle, it is nice to see you again. I trust that you had no difficulty getting here,” she said.

“Nice to see you, too, Danielle. No problems so far but thanks for inquiring.”

“Good,” she replied, “I was told that you would be here this morning and I was asked to arrange a proper meeting with some of the area heads and to get you acclimated. I will show you to your office so that you can drop your stuff and then we can have our first introductions.”

“Sounds good and I trust that you can manage a coffee in the process.”

“No problem at all,” responded Danielle with a smile as she started walking down one of the corridors off the main reception area. About mid-way in the corridor was a large paneled door that I was told led to a suite of rooms. This was Abdel’s office, his assistant’s area, my office as was explained to me the night before, and a private meeting room. I left my purse and briefcase in my room and followed Danielle to a conference room on the other side of the floor. When we got to the selected room she stopped at the door but, before opening it, she looked directly into my eyes and said, “When we first met, Abdel explained the give and take required in the business and he said that you were a team player. Adriana demonstrated what that implies–you do remember your meeting with Adriana that night I presume–so keep that in mind going forward. Now let me introduce part of the team.”

Danielle opened the door and walked into the conference room as I followed close behind. Someone closed the door behind us, and I turned with a start to see Jason, an acquaintance that I met quite a few times recently, who managed a smile but did not say anything.

Aside from Jason, there were three men who I had never seen before standing by the table speaking quietly when we entered. They turned to face us and Danielle motioned for me to take a chair and proceeded with introductions. I glanced at Jason who simply stood near the door rubbing the bulge at the front of his pants wearing the smile of a Cheshire cat. Looking back to Danielle I saw that she wore an evil grin while trying to maintain a quiet, business-like tone.