Farm Boi Life Ch. 07 – Final

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I sat on the edge of the stall in the pony barn eating one of the last apples that wouldn’t be grown on the farm. Gary was rooting David something fierce. The cries were unacceptable. Gary had been on him for 20 minutes, the pain should have been quelled by David’s own cunt juices and relaxation. It was obvious he was fighting it.

“Just fucking stop.” I ordered as I jumped down from the half wall of the stall. My feet hit the straw that carpeted the pony stall.

“Chef…I’m almost…” Gary grunted.

“Fine, hurry. I have to get him stretched… and baby you are thick, but not long.” I tossed the apple core onto the ground of the stall. David’s knees were on the dirt and straw floor, and Gary squatted behind him and pounded the slave as hard as he could. There were tears in David’s eyes, but there was also clit goo dripping from his useless meat.

As much as he was whining about the clit in his cunt, he was definitely enjoying it. I put my hand over David’s clit and caught four hard shots of slave cum. I held it carefully in my hand as I heard Gary drop his pony load into the twink.

I raised my jizz filled hand to David’s mouth he opened his mouth and sucked, then licked all of it into his mouth.

“That is four ponies. Master Tex has ponies with bigger breeding sticks. Let’s go.” I grabbed his leash and began to lead him out of our Master’s barn.

“Alpha? Permission to speak?” He asked. He couldn’t see it but I was smiling. I was proud how far he had come in the last 48 hours.

“Yes?”

“Why is it that Master Tex’s ponies have ‘breeding sticks’ but our Master’s ponies have ‘clits’?” he asked. It was a fair question, but it was a question surrounded in controversy.

“Well…” I could tell about my own experience with Trigger and Tantrum, but I said this instead. “…Master Tex likes his ponies hung. There are rumors that Master Tex likes to masturbate, or milk his big ponies as he fucks them. They are called “breeding sticks” because of the massive load that the huge clits give.”

“So they will never be in the show?” He asked. I yanked his leash, he was slowing down when he realized we were heading to Master Tex’s barn.

“No they will never be in the show.” I walked onto Master Tex’s property from the dirt road that ran through our small newly built town. I had to pull his leash a bit hard as we approached the home of Tantrum, and Trigger. As we walked to the front door of the barn we were stopped by a slave that was just a pile of muscles. I had never seen this one before.

“Halt pretty bois.” If he didn’t have a Mississippi drawl, I would have mistaken him for a young Arnold Schwarzenegger. This wasn’t a pony, this was proof that Sasquatch existed, and not all of them were covered in fur.

“Hey there roughneck, we are supposed to be here, on order of my Master.” I said as I began to walk around the brick wall on legs. Her held his hand out, blocking my path. I lowered my head in instant frustration. I took a step back.

“What is your name?” I asked, and looked the Clydesdale in the eyes.

“I don’t have to tell you that cunt.” He replied with disrespect. I could feel David’s eyes in the back of my skull waiting to see what I would do next.

“What kind of collar are you wearing there pony?” I asked, looking up into his eyes. He was easily 6 foot 7, and had to weigh 270 pounds.

“Uh…” He touched it. As if that would make him see it better. “Black thick iron.” He now looked confused.

“Okay big guy, did you complete your slave orientation when you arrived?” I asked. He nodded with that look on his face maintained.

“What kind of slave wears an iron collar?” I asked. As dumb as he seemed in the moment, he still replied quickly.

“Ponies and labor slaves.” He said almost confidently.

“Good, and what is the only type of slave you are to take orders from in the absence of a Master?” I asked and lifted my chin slightly so the pony could see my collar. It didn’t help . I sighed.

“Um, Alpha slaves.” He said with more confidence, He smiled.

“Correct again! Now…what color is the highest ranking Alpha’s collars?” I was now smiling. Still holding my head up so the pony could see my neck.

“Gold.” He said as he nodded. I had to jingle the rings on my collar to get him to look.

“OH! I am sorry!” He suddenly realized his error.

“What is your name?” I asked a second time. The smile faded from my face. The light went out of his eyes. He realized he might be in trouble for hindering my progress.

“It’s ‘Thunder’ Alpha.” He was now looking at the ground. I took a couple breaths before I relieved the pressure.

“Thunder, I will forget this, I will not tell your Master…on one condition.” I teased.

“What is that Alpha?” His head raised, but his eyes stayed on the ground.

“Breed this slave in your stall.” I said. I handed Thunder, David’s leash.

Dan woke in a plane at altitude. It was a private double prop job. Small but opulent. bilecik escort A man in a suit walked up and sat across from him on the red leather couch. At his feet was a briefcase. He didn’t look much like a businessman or a lawyer as the tattoos that ran from his sleeves reached out to his hands, They also crept up his neck.

“Good morning.” The accent said southern. The bald head and scars said enforcer.

“Why am I in a plane?” Dan had been drugged, for how long, he had no idea. He looked around for his phone. It was then that he realized he was wearing only a T shirt and boxers. No phone to be had.

“A mutual friend has decided to make you an offer.” Baldy said.

“He couldn’t let me hear this offer in clothing?” Dan attempted humor, yet fear was beginning to fill his veins.

“He wants your house, your housebois, the ponies, and your vote on the farm. You can keep Chef, but not the show twink.” Baldy’s meaty head held eyes that had seen death at his own hands. Dan was sure of it. He was also sure that no amount of money would make him give up what he had. Yet Dan chose to play along, if for no other reason but to find a way to get the better of the situation.

“Who’s our mutual friend? The Judge?” Dan was casually looking around for something heavy to hit the lug with.

“Oh no. The Judge is working hard in a limestone quarry near Juarez, Mexico. I’m told he doesn’t care for the night life. But he is popular among the slaves.” He smiled. “No it’s your neighbor. Mr Meyer.” Baldy grinned. He felt his stomach go sour. “I should have seen this coming.” He thought.

“If I don’t take the deal, I get thrown from the plane sans parachute?” Dan asked.

“Oh no. The men and women of a slave trafficking ring would never resort to murder.” He oozed with sarcasm. He coughed loudly. “No, we would just drop you off outside of Juarez, to live out your life.”

Dan nodded. He looked around the cabin for a parachute. Dan was going to hit him with the briefcase. He didn’t see one.

“So Tex wants all of what’s mine, I get to keep Ryan and I’m being forced out. So what is the offer?” Dan could not think of one thing he wanted more then to be back home. Oh…and maybe beating the shit out of Tex.

“The deed to a very small tropical island in the south Pacific, a million cash, and a large yacht so that you can get supplies from a coastal town in Chile. It’s a four day round trip.” He opened the briefcase as he spoke. The money took up the entire case. From a pocket he pulled out a land deed written in Spanish.

“The island is about 9 square miles. 4 of this will support farming.”

Dan was handed the information about the island. It had coconut palms, and mango growing wild on it. There was already a large southern plantation style house built in the center of the island. In the pictures he was handed, he noticed that none of the land had been cleared, and no mention of a fresh water source.

“What of water? I would need more then myself and Ryan to get all the clearing done. I can’t have any of my ponies?” Dan asked.

“No. But the place has a satellite dish for TV and internet. It has solar panels, a wind turbine, and American electrical outlets. Your Ryan can recruit whatever you need, and then pick them up from a coastal town in Chile. As for water, it has rain collection funnels and a cistern.” He said dryly.

Dan crossed his arms and sat back.

“That’s not enough. The valuation on my place in the Company, and my holdings are well over 3.5 Million. Some rock in the middle of the south Pacific is no match to my holdings in Eastern Oregon. When the Congressman gets wind of this, Tex will be in Juarez next to the Judge. Then you will have no payment for your services.” Dan sat up straight and looked the man in the eye.

“In fact I could get you double whatever Tex is paying you.” Dan smiled at the bald man. Dan saw a blinding flash, and went unconscious.

“Tex said you would say that.” Baldy muttered. He then yelled to the pilot. “Continue on to Juarez.”

I laid in Master’s bed. The sun was up. I had work to do. I could hear Gary and his ponies already moving around. Downstairs, Mouth is making breakfast. I can smell the bacon. David is moaning on the floor, and I can hear his ankle chain clinking around. I still don’t want to get up.

The fact that my Master is not home from the hospital yet weighs on my mind. The show is only a week away. I have to get David ready. Tantrum worked the twink over really well last night. Tex had showed up and nodded approval. Then dismissed us both home.

I heard someone knocking on the door. “Damn it.” I said to Master’s pillow. I got out of bed and trod down the stairs.

“It’s going to be a hot fucking day” I thought to myself as I looked through the window on the front door. It’s President John. I opened the door quickly. I was flanked by the other housebois.

“Ryan, bois, Your manisa escort Master disappeared from the hospital last night. According to the paperwork it says he was transferred, but there is no destination on the paperwork.” He placed his thumbs behind his belt.

“Transferred?” I was confused. “You will find him right?” I asked. He scowled at me. I sighed. “You will find him right, Sir?” I was not thinking straight.

“You know I am going to try. Continue your duties as if your Master was on the premises.” He said. He turned and left. I went back to the bedroom to let David out to relive himself. He was asleep on the carpet. The large silver bowl next to the bed had about 10 ounces of cum in it. The bucket next to the bowl. had light colored urine in it.

“At least he followed orders.” I thought to myself. He was curled in the fetal position. “Wake up David.” I said in a low tone. He stirred, then came to. He rubbed his eyes. He laid his head back down as I unlocked his ankle chain.

Must be nice to sleep soundly. I hadn’t really slept since Master had taken ill. He dozed back off. It was fine, I needed a bit of privacy anyway.

I went to Masters bathroom to remove my plug and relieve myself. I went through my morning routine, jealous of the show-twink and his heavy breaths feet away. Placing my glass plug back in it’s home I realized I was needing attention. The moan that escaped my throat was an indicator of my neediness. I continued to move and adjust the clear glass inside of me for what only seemed to be a few seconds.

“Alpha?” David’s voice stopped me from my fantasy of Master rooting me. However it did not stop the dripping of the slave jizz from my clit.

“Clean this up with your tongue. The rest of your breakfast is what is in your bowls.” My words were sharp. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it.

“Speak freely David.” Twink bastard had ruined what little good mood I had left.

“Isn’t masturbation illegal?” He asked. I nodded, then spoke.

“It is. You must not ever touch your clit to achieve orgasm. Your plug, however, well that is a gray area. As Master is not here to reprimand us, and you are the only one in the house getting fucked, I had to take things in my own hands.” I watched as his clit rose. I shook my head.

“No not this morning. You will get fucked later. You need to enema and shower. Hit your legs with another rub down of the hair remover. After your shower, you can eat and drink from the bowls. Bring them down to Mouth in the kitchen when you have both bowls clean. He will reward you with some solid food. He will check your breath to make sure you actually finished the cum and piss.” I began to walk down the stairs.

“Yes Alpha.” He said to my back.

I decended the stairs, walked through the living room, the dining room, and on to the kitchen. Gambler and Mouth both went into the “Present” position. Knees on the floor spread 45 degrees, arms behind them, sitting straight, head up, eyes down.

“As you were.” I said. Gambler went back to eating, Mouth finished up cooking.

Mouth made a plate for me. I sat next to Gambler on the floor to eat it. Mouth made David a plate, and them himself one and joined us on the linoleum floor.

We ate quietly until David took his plate and sat with us. Gambler spoke first breaking the near silence. He had finished his plate and stood to wash it in the sink.

“What happens if Master is not found?” He said calmly.

“I really am not sure. If he was legally dead, his will would be read. In that, it would say what was to happen to us. If he remains missing, it will be up to the Council and the President of the Company.” I kept my eyes on my plate, not wanting to see the faces of house mates.

As soon as the plane landed Dan understood that this was not a threat, it was real. He had a gun put into his face and was told to get off of the plane. Dan walked to the door and descended the stairs. In front of him were large ponies. A man he knew greeted him.

“Oh shit! Seriously?” The Congressman said. “This is a mistake.”

“Nope, he was the bounty, and you owe me $400k.” Baldy said.

“President John couldn’t have approved this.” The Congressman said, shaking his head.

“He wants that trainer and recruiter for himself. Tex convinced the rest of the farm.” Baldy explained. Dan’s heart sank. “The vote was easy. Chef was getting away with shit no one else would. You know Tex…that shit wasn’t going to fly” Baldy finished.

“Fine. Bois take Dan to holding at the quarry. Lock him in a cell. I have to figure out what to do with him.” The Congressman ordered. Dan was picked up by the arms and shoulders and dragged to the back of a cargo truck. He was shoved in and the doors were closed.

The truck drove in the hot sun for at least two hours. It was baking hot in the back of the small delivery truck. Dan was dripping sweat faster then he could wipe it away. mersin escort After the doors opened, the 95 degree heat felt cool to him, he was eager to leave the truck.

He was taken to an office that had air conditioning. Nearby he could see the dust rise from an impossibly large quarry. Once in the office he was sat in a chair and handcuffed. Dan was thirsty. He stared at a vase that had live flowers in it, wanting to steal the water.

“Daniel. You know the drill. I need you to sign over power of attorney to President John, and sign yourself into slavery. Date it for today. Tomorrow, “you”, will be found dead in the Nevada desert, don’t worry, I am not going to kill you.” Dan looked at the papers, It was the same forms he had handed his slaves.

“There is no escape. You are in the middle of no where. The Company has removed you from office and you are going to be pronounced dead in the States. All of your property will be handed to the President. The power of attorney is going to nullify your will. Chef and your cunts, ponies and farm bois will be his. Sign the papers, or I will house you with the Judge.” He was trying to be nice Dan detected.

Dan signed in the three places. The Congressman took the papers folded them in thirds and placed them in an envelope. He sealed it and handed it to a naked blonde, skinny, and very dirty twink. The twink bolted from the office.

David and I were coming back from Tex’s stables when the police car pulled up on the dirt road. It was almost 10pm. David had performed all day and had cum dripping from him in globs. His legs were filthy, his cunt was almost inside out, and I knew he would need a couple days off to heal. It would be housework for the next 48 hours.

The car stopped and President John stepped out.

“Slaves, I need to escort you home. Get in the car.” We followed his orders. We took the short drive down the rest of the road to our house at the bottom of the hill. He let us out, and I ordered David to shower after he collected the cum from his cunt into a bowl. John stopped me from going into the house as we climbed the stairs of the porch. He grabbed my arm and spun me to face him.

“Your Master is dead, he was found in the Nevada desert this morning. You, the bois, Gary and the ponies, and the farm bois are now mine. I am your Master.” He said quietly. He was showing pain in his eyes, but there was something else. I couldn’t focus. The wave of emotion hit me like an explosion. I fell down the stairs and curled into a ball in the dirt. I think John was speaking to me but I could not hear him as I sobbed loudly and screamed.

My body convulsed uncontrollably as the emotional pain racked not only my heart but, my entire body. I had no idea that the entire community had been woken by my screams, and that they had all come running. I was in the dirt for a solid hour before my eyes cleared enough to see Gary in my face.

“M-m-master!” Was all I could say. I again went into the torture chamber inside my heart. The love and respect I had to learn, then get used to, then depended on. Then he began to love me back. I wasn’t a slave to Dan. I was his mate. He was my mate. The glass plug and gold collar was marriage. This thought set off a new wave of hysterics. I couldn’t stop. I was moved across the farm.

I was dragged down to the new basement, and locked in a small cell. I didn’t notice. I simply curled into the fetal position and begged for my Master back.

“Master President, as this operation was paid for by me, I want an equal share of the spoils.” Aaron “Tex” Meyer was not happy that John had total control over the assets.

“Jesus Tex, can I get a fucking breath before you wave all of our business in front of the entire farm?” John stood at the end of the table. All of the members of the farm and some of the surrounding states Masters were there as well. This assembly was about Dan, and his property.

“Fine John, you explain it, then I want a vote.” Tex spat.

“Gentlemen, today we are here to split up Dan’s exploits. The bastard was very smart and recruited the best slaves. I am claiming his house bois, I am going to hand Tex, who helped with this en-devour, all of the ponies, farm hands, land and the house. Do any of you have offers on any of Dan’s property?” John looked over the room, and then spoke.

“We will do this orderly. First! Chef is off the table. None of you can afford my asking price.” John laughed.

“What about the other three?” John strained to see who was asking. He gave up and said. “Mouth and Gambler are on the block. David is going to win my house a championship.”

“No. put David up, he’s going to be a national twink!” Kevin the car dealer said.

“David is still being trained, it’s a package deal, none of you can possibly sway me to sell Ryan, and David is attached. So back off.” The President said.

“Where is the amazing Chef? Why is he not in the cages like the rest of his house bois and farm bois for us to look at?” Kevin asked.

“He’s in my dungeon mourning the loss of his Master, have you no class?” John growled.

“The best talented recruiter, and training Alpha is locked in your dungeon…while he is mourning the Master you killed. Sounds counter productive.” Kevin the car salesman sneered. “No matter I want Mouth, My opening bid is 15k.”

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Home for Seniors

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I’m a senior citizen, almost 70 years old. I’m also a widower, my wife of 45 years passed away little over a year ago. My kids are all grown and live in other areas of the country. The house was too big for me to take care of, so I decided to move into a senior’s only living arrangement. Nice place, combination of apartments and small cottages. Even provides meals, and has a pool and exercise room. My one bedroom apartment is on the first floor, and has a small patio area.

Was there a few days when one morning I hear a knock on my door, as I open it there are a couple of guys standing there that say “Welcome to the Home” and step right in! “We are the welcoming committee for the men’s group” and one of them gives me a hug. I’m standing there in my pajama bottoms, no shirt and getting a hug, but sort of pleased, being welcomed to the new place.

I have them sit at my small dinette table; we all introduce ourselves, as I put on a pot of coffee. Mike and Dave tell me about various activities that are available at the “home” some general information about the neighborhood. They also note that there are several different “groups”, such as the Men’s, Lady’s, golf, bridge, and things like that. üsküdar escort They tell me that the men’s group is just a bunch of guys that like to get together, maybe go out to eat, attend sporting events, go out for day trips, and are also a support group, there to help with anything one might need.

As they are leaving, Mike, gives me a hug, and holds me very close and tells me he would like to get to know me better and gives me a wink. Dave does the same, and I agree to meet them a little later for lunch. At lunch, I’m invited to Mike’s apartment so they can give me more information, and to get to know each other better. We agree to meet up the very next day.

Get to his cottage, Mike invites me in, and Dave is also there, sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee. Small room, only place to sit is the couch, and there is small coffee table and a large screen TV on the wall. I take a seat, Mike brings me a cup of coffee and tells me to scoot over so he can sit; I’m now in the middle. They tell me that like me, they are widowers, and had moved into the “home” for the same reasons. They make note of how difficult it could be, gaziemir escort being lonely, missing the wife and the memories we all have.

Mike puts his arm around my shoulder, gives me a little hug, and says that he and Dave are here for me, will help me get acquainted the home and anything else. Dave then puts his hand on my thigh, rubs a little, and says “and we mean anything, if you know what I mean” and gives me a wink. I’m getting the idea that this might be an exciting “men’s group” they have going here.

Mike then puts a DVD on, and I’m surprised, it is a “soft” porn type movie, T & A, but no real sex. Dave and Mike are telling me how they sometimes really miss the sex life they had with their wives, and I completely understand that. They both now have a hand on my thigh, moving slowly towards my groin, and I kind of like the feel. I place my hands on their thigh too. I’m starting to feel my cock rise, and I notice that they are also getting aroused. I can see that their cocks are swelling inside the shorts they are wearing.

Mike is now giving my hardening cock a squeeze, while Dave is rubbing the insides of my thigh. sancaktepe escort I’m actually giving their cocks a squeeze too. Dave says, “I think we need to get more comfortable”, and he slips off his shorts and underwear. His cock is standing tall, Mike says “why don’t we all get comfortable” and I’m agreeing, so off come the shorts and underwear. We are now all naked from the waist down, and I now have two very hard cocks in my hand! The two of them are also busy with my cock.

I’m giving them both a nice slow frigging, while Mike is doing an up and down on my cock, while Dave continues to rub the insides of my thighs, and also giving my balls a gentle squeeze. I say, “Now this is the way to get to know each other” and we all have a chuckle. Things are really getting hot now. Dave sits back and stretches out while I’m jerking him off and then he moans and cums! I keep pumping him, now using both hands.

Mike is nonstop on jerking my cock, and now I too stretch myself out, and suddenly I’m shooting a rope of cum. Dave comes over and takes Mike’s cock in his hand and really starts to beat him off. Mike groans, and he too is now cumming hard.

Wow, there we are, all three of us just sitting on the couch. We have all had a nice “cum” together. The three of us agree that we need to do this more often! I give a suggestion, that maybe we might consider something a little more than just giving each other a handjob. It is something to think about.

I get the feeling that I’m going to like living at this “home” for old folks.

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First Experience

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I had been curious about men. Never really too serious to consider anything more than a sexual curiosity about it. To this day, I cannot see myself feeling gratified with a man-to-man relationship in all aspects of life, perhaps it’s the peer pressure still felt, or perhaps it’s because of the affection I have for women, but nevertheless I do have a desire and an appetite for man-to-man gratification.

When I was senior in high school I had my first come on from a man. He was older, maybe 27. I was in a hotel bathroom changing my clothes to go swimming, and he hit on me. I was not sure what was going on, but I definitely knew he was watching and looking at me. He had short dark hair and dark eyes. A nice body, and he looked like a businessman, from what I could tell. He stood in the bathroom stall and kept peeking over his shoulder and looking as I stripped from my jeans and stood clad in my briefs before putting on my shorts. As I was standing back up, he turned ever so slightly and revealed a hard-on. It was then that I first understood that he was masturbating the entire time I was changing. He asked if he could suck me, to which I blushed and said no. I was not grossed out in the least, and he could tell that this was the case and he again asked me. I shook my head no, and told him not here and not now. However, I did not say no. I told him that I would be interested if he had a room, but not in a public bathroom. He hurriedly gave me a room number, put his cock into his pants and left.

I gathered my things and went out to the car. My friends would be waiting for me at the pool, but my curiosity had overcome me, so I went to the room that the man had told me about. I knocked on the door and waited; however, bursa escort to my surprise and fear, another man answered the door in complete shock. This was not the older businessman. I quickly apologized and mumbled, “Sorry, wrong room.” Completely embarrassed I ran to pool and met my friends.

That night I masturbated about him. That night and many nights afterwards I masturbated about a gay encounter. It was so alluring, so forbidden, so wrong, but it strangely had me curious to find out what that night/experience would have been like.

I began to read a lot of things about man-to-man sex. The Hite Report. “The Gay Advocate” I called the local gay bookstore and bought gay literature and erotic stories. I called the local gay hotline and talked to people about meeting other gay men. I masturbated during the calls. It was not phone sex, but it was a turn on for me to know that the other man on the phone line was gay.

When I went to college, I further developed my curiosity. I called the gay hotlines there, and found another freshman that would talk to me on the phone. There I engaged in my first experience in phone sex. I had yet to actually have sex with a man, but the thought was becoming more and more erotic.

I began to go to the public bathrooms and sit in there to be picked up. Occasionally a person would sit there for a while, but it was apparent that one of us had to make the first move…. And rest assured it would not be me!

One summer break I came home and visited the mall bathroom around lunchtime and waited. There was a glory hole there, and a young black man came into the next stall and before long he began to masturbate. I watched çanakkale escort through the glory hole. This was the first time I had ever seen a man masturbate, and I was enjoying it. He had a nice thin, long black cock. He stroked it up and down. He made no sounds, with the exception of his hand stroking that beautiful cock. I took my cock out too and began to play with it. It was hard within a matter of moments. I leaned back and stroked my cock… feeling my cum beginning to boil deep in my balls. I heard a voice say…. “Mmm That’s so nice.” I opened my eyes and the black boy’s face had popped under the stall. Our eyes met, and I slowed down, but he just smiled and told me not to stop. I leaned back and started back again….. knowing full well he was watching me. Within a minute I shot my load all over my stomach. Without saying anything I wiped the cum off, and bolted out of the bathroom ashamed.

For a couple of months I chastised myself. I could not believe I did that. I stopped calling the gay hotlines. I stopped hanging out in the public restrooms. I felt horrible.

When I was going back to campus for the fall semester I stopped at a local porn shop and adult viewing theatre. I never bought any porn in the store, but I did like to go into the video sections and watch porn. Most of the time I watched gay porn or a porn called “Cop Love” which was a masturbation video.

When I went into the store there were a few older man milling around the video shop. You know how it is. Everyone reading the titles, no eye contact, etc. I went to the change machine, got $10 in quarters and proceeded to the darkened areas of the video lounge.

There were rize escort at least 20 booths, and a few men pacing the hallway. I caught the eye of an older married gentleman, and he smiled at me. I smiled at him. I walked down the hall, and then came back and entered the booth. As I was shutting the door, a man’s hand pushed the door open and I looked and it was the older man.

He was in his 40’s, at least. He had a large belly, glasses, a mustache, and a wedding band on his finger. He pressed me against the wall, without saying anything and brought his lips to mine. He kissed me roughly. Hard and deep. I quickly submitted to him. He broke the kiss, put in a bunch of quarters and put the masturbation video on.

“Is this what you want?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

The video began to play. A young hard actor stroked his cock. At the same time the man began to rub my cock through my pants. I reached down to rub him as well, but he pushed my hand away. He kissed me again, and opened the fly to my jeans. I leaned back and moaned slightly. I reached down and pressed the selection button and picked a gay porn to watch.

The older man fell to his knees and began to suck my cock. He gradually worked my pants down and I could feel him working his finger to my ass, running it down my crack, but never inserting it. I closed my eyes, rubbed my hands through his curly hair, and moaned as my six inch cock filled his eagerly pumping mouth. It felt so good.

I began to tense up, and the man took his mouth off of my cock and began to jack me off. Within seconds my cum flew through the video booth…. Careening off the video screen and onto the walls. What cum was in his hand he wiped into my hair as he stood up and kissed me deeply.

After the kiss, he turned around and left.

Feeling orgasmic, relieved, and dejected. I sat and cried in the video booth until the video ended, then quickly exited… feeling the eyes of all the customers on me as I left.

I got in my car, drove to school, and promised myself never to do it again.

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Finally Meeting Ch. 01

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Hello! This is my first story, so if anyone out there likes it, I would appreciate some feedback! I’ve been a long time reader of Literotica and finally decided to make a contribution of my own.

This story is written in the first person perspective of an early 20s male who finally summoned the courage to meet an older man he met online in the webcam world. I always had the idea floating around my head to write a story about this young guy’s journey, and I finally had the time to work some of my thoughts down onto paper. A lot of times I explore the constant battle in his mind of accepting what is going on. Does he like everything? Is he made uncomfortable by everything? Are there any lines, and if so where?

I hope you all enjoy the story. Like I said, this is my first, so any feedback (public or private) would be helpful. I’ve broken the story down into a few different parts, which I will be publishing sequentially over the next few weeks.

All the best,

BedtimeRoutine

*****

I had just gotten off the plane, my heart was racing. I couldn’t believe I was finally going to meet my daddy in person! My legs were weak and my hands were shaking; after so many months and years of waiting… the time had come! I saw a man holding a sign – it had my name on it! My eyes lit up, I knew it was you, and I cracked a wicked grin. As I approached you, you reached out your hand and grabbed my things and nodded for me to follow you.

I wasn’t quite sure what was going on, since you had said we would leave the airport and find a hotel room, and we were going the opposite direction. As I struggled to keep pace with you I noticed you were heading to the bathroom. I offered to hold my bag while you went, but you simply grinned and motioned for me to follow you. I knew immediately what you were after… but I couldn’t imagine you were serious!

The airport bathroom was empty, thankfully. We set our things down outside the far stall near the wall. I protested, insisting that it was too risky. People are always coming in and out of the bathroom, we muğla escort could get caught! I even tried to back up, but you grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the narrow stall. I was in shock, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. You were in complete control because I was so taken by surprise. You sat down on the toilet and pulled your pants down around your ankles, holding out your hand motioning me to climb up.

I gave you a look of uneasiness, like I didn’t want to follow through. As I faced you I kept protesting in whisper as to not attract the attention of people in the area. But you had me. Deep down you knew I didn’t need to be convinced, just encouraged and reassured. It felt like “force” but it was really “encouragement”. You forced me over you, my feet on the rim and my hands on the wall to steady myself. I couldn’t make a noise, or we would both be caught. I couldn’t try and run, because that would attract attention. And finally, I couldn’t stop you as you went to undress me right there in public. You had me.

I stood in front of you and you started with my belt, loosening my pants. You clamped down on my mouth so I couldn’t say anything or shout for help. As your grip over my mouth got tighter, you felt me shaking. My pants were around my ankles and you managed to work my shirt off of my body. I couldn’t help but be a little nervous as you ripped my underwear off. Fabric torn in two, my ass exposed, you began feeling me and rubbing me all over.

I felt so filthy… I was naked and my clothes torn off in an airport bathroom with a daddy who couldn’t keep his hands off of me from the minute he saw me step off the plane. So there I was, in a bathroom stall… my clothes had been removed, my ass was being pawed at by a horny dad… and I was secretly enjoying it. You looked at me and pushed your finger right into my unsuspecting ass. and I cringed for a moment. I couldn’t believe you had just done that, I almost yelped! But fuck did it feel so good… I could even feel the last knuckle ordu escort on your finger. You slowly pulled your finger out of me, and just when I thought it was done, you jammed two inside me! I couldn’t help but moan in sick pleasure as you began to work my ass over quickly with your fingers.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You finally had me, alone and cornered. I was yours for the taking… You pulled me on top of you my feet were lifted off the ground and placed over your knees, my hands on your neck and shoulders. I was trembling over your cock and you were enjoying every second of dominance. You exposed your hard, leaking cock to me and began pushing down on my hips. As I faced you, I braced by feet against the stall walls – I began to struggle in protest. I kept shaking my head no no no, but you couldn’t be stopped. I felt the tip of your wet dick glaze my crack with pre-cum. You kept pushing down, I could feel the tip of your cock puckered seamlessly against my hole. As I fought you, you realized that you weren’t going to push me down all the way, so you did what any good daddy would do. You began pushing up to meet me… The feeling of your cock slowly but surely pushing its way into me was almost too much!

I finally gave in, falling over your cock, letting it fuck me completely. It hurt, of course, but in the best possible way. You finally felt my ass graze your balls as I surrendered hope. I was yours. Completely. I sat there almost helpless as you continued to withdraw from me, only to push back in. You repeated this process for God knows how long, until… we heard the bathroom door open. I suddenly became alert and aware of what was going on, but you didn’t care. You kept quietly fucking your boy despite someone entering the bathroom. You knew they wouldn’t know, my feet weren’t on the ground! Even if people looked under the stalls they would only see your feet, not mine. I was truly helpless. You clamped your hand over my mouth as a precaution.

I felt like such a whore, being fucked in a bathroom osmaniye escort stall against my will (but at the same time loving every minute of it…), my underwear torn off of my trembling body, and being quieted by my daddy’s hand. We heard the footsteps get closer and closer, they went into the stall right next to us! You simply looked me in the eyes, grinned, and continued. I wanted to whimper and moan *so* badly but I couldn’t afford to get us caught, who knows what would happen? The man next to us remained in his stall for quite some time. You had had enough of my ass, however…

You pushed me off your cock, released my mouth, and pointed at the floor. My eyes grew wide. You traced my lips with your finger and nodded eagerly. We both knew what you wanted, but I couldn’t suck your cock, not with someone in the next stall over!! You didn’t care, though. You snapped your fingers and pointed at the ground. Did you WANT me to get caught? I was so scared… but I obeyed my daddy. I got down on my knees on the dirty airport bathroom floor. We both heard a chuckle from the next stall and a voice…

“Sounds like you got a nice one, bud…” I was turning so red from embarrassment. Now someone here knew what I was and saw evidence of it.

You simply replied “He’s a good one, alright… he wants this, otherwise he wouldn’t be doing it.”

The man replied “Mind if I get a feel for what you mean? Ha ha.”

I looked up with a worried stare, but you felt it was good for me to know my place, so you shrugged your shoulders and told the man “sure”. You grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me close to your cock, so my nose was touching your balls. As you slid me across the floor I felt something on my thigh – I yelped! I look down and the man was touching my thigh! I couldn’t believe what was happening to me right now… it was like something from a porno. You lifted my head so you could fit your cock between my lips. I didn’t know I had more hope to give up, but I gave up what little I had left, closed my eyes and began to suck your cock.

The mystery man wasn’t shy, however… I felt his hand move from my thigh to my ass, under the stall. He was getting into it, too, and I could tell because I heard the familiar sounds of masturbation. You smiled and called out,

“You enjoying my boys ass?”

“Hmm… oh yeah, he’s a good little boy…”

To be continued…

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First Time at the Sauna

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I turned into the narrow entry and followed a solitary, small sign pointing towards a black door. I was nervous, but as I stood outside searching for the courage to push the buzzer, I knew there was no turning back. I had come this far. Searching for saunas in my area on the Internet, I found the phone number of one and called to check opening times. I knew that if I walked away now I would not forgive myself. I stared at the door, then pushed the buzzer. Imagining a scene from the movies, waiting to enter some underground members only club, I broke into a nervous smile. I tried the door but it was locked. After what seemed an eternity the door was opened and I sheepishly entered a new world.

If I were to define my sexuality, I would say bisexual although straights would call me gay and gays call me confused. I wanted sex with male and female, preferring neither. I wasn’t confused; I wasn’t experimenting or trying to ‘find myself’. That I had done years before. My first gay encounter came while a teenager, some twenty-five years earlier with an older boy I knew well. I enjoyed the experience and wanted more but for some years never took up my desires. I was nervous of acting on these desires, remaining somewhat frustrated. In the meantime I was involved in heterosexual relationships but none ever lasted. I had confided in a couple of close friends but to most of the outside world I was a typical straight guy. Behind the facade I secretly desired the love and intimacy of another man.

I completed the formalities at the front desk.

‘Please fill in this form, but you don’t have to put your full name’ said the assistant.

I wrote my first name and hometown, received a membership key ring and a towel. Within seconds I was through the reception area and into the locker room. I scanned the deserted room lined with countless small grey lockers. Checking the number on my key ring, I quickly düzce escort found mine. Shit, I was nervous as I kicked off my shoes placing them inside the open locker. Nobody had entered the room as I started to undress. Instinctively I turned my back as I lowered my pants. Laughing at myself realising that in a few minutes I could be in an embrace with another man, why would I hide his manhood like an embarrassed teenager?

I pulled the towel around my waist and walked through the door on the other side of the room. The area was dimly lit and I adjusted my eyes for a brief moment. To my left were the showers and hanging my towel on a nearby radiator, I entered the open showers. I had, of course, taken a shower at home before, but this gave me an opportunity to view the area without standing in the middle of the large room like an idiot lost. Further on there was a hot tub on the left and a small pool on the right. I could see two men in the hot tub, the pressure bubbles bouncing around their bodies. The pool looked less appealing and was empty. I soaped himself thoroughly watching the few people present mill between the hot tub and the sauna room at the far end. I felt uneasy, a voyeur invading these people’s privacy, but we were all here for the same thing, I just had to find the courage.

As I climbed into the hot tub, the two already present stared at my exposed cock. I saw their eyes follow my slim body from head to toe pausing at my semi- erect member. I carefully negotiated the steps down into the tub and immersed myself in the warm bubbling water. I felt the jets against my body smiling politely at the two middle-aged men sat with me. Nobody spoke, but then we weren’t here for polite conversation. The two men stood to climb out of the tub and I moved my legs allowing them to pass. I watched them collect their towels, the water dripping edirne escort from their slightly overweight bodies. Now I stared, at their huge, thick cocks. They crossed the room and headed upstairs. I would explore upstairs later, for now he relaxed.

The sauna room was dark and I could barely see anything once the door was closed and the light from outside had gone. I felt the climbing benches in front of me and found myself a seat near the front. Slowly I let the towel drop and hearing a ‘telling’ cough further back, I knew he wasn’t alone. Once my eyes had adjusted, I could just make out the outline of a body a couple of rows back. I moved up a bench and leaned against the side using my towel as a sheet under my now hot buttocks. The heat was building up and I enjoyed the sensation of my drying skin after the tub. Within a few minutes the man further back had come down and sat next to me.

I was nervous though not too nervous as to prevent an erection. I felt my cock grow hard as the man stroked his hand across my chest, stopping and gently squeezing my hard nipples. I never knew the procedure but instinctively opened my legs apart inviting the man inside. It was impossible to see the man but I felt the stubble rub across my face as our tongues met. Still no words spoken as I spun around taking the man’s semi hard cock as I did so. The man let out an enthusiastic groan and I guessed his age as late 40s. I enjoyed the smell and the taste of his new friends hardening cock. While licking the tip, I felt his tight balls. It wasn’t a full erection but still large enough to negotiate in my virgin mouth. I waited for the man to lead but nothing was forthcoming. I moved slightly pushing my hard cock into the man’s face. It was accepted gracefully and we 69’d. I was enjoying my meal like a child with an ice cream.

Finally the man spoke elazığ escort asking me if I wanted to go upstairs. I nodded, an exercise futile, as the room was too dark to see an answer. The man stood up and I followed. It was cold as we climbed the stairs to one of the small rooms on the first floor. The man opened the door and I followed awaiting further instructions. The room contained a double bed and two pillows, the walls painted off-white.

‘My name is Joe, what is yours?’ asked the man as he leaned over taking my cock in his mouth.

I felt a little annoyed, I wasn’t against being polite, but I wasn’t there for a social chat. I gave my name but successfully avoided answering any other questions. We lay on the bed and I felt Joe’s tongue explore my mouth before moving down my body to my firm, tight ass. Joe lifted my legs onto my shoulders. I enjoyed the wetness of Joe’s tongue inside my arse, closing my eyes to maximize the pleasure finally opening my eyes to see Joe put on a condom. I watched the rubber roll onto Joe’s hard cut cock and readied myself for pain and pleasure. Sensing this was my first time; Joe offered a few calming words and instructions, which I followed. I watched and smiled as little by little the hard cock found its way inside. I let out a muffled cry at the initial pain but that soon turned to joy. I felt his own hard member as Joe worked his way in and out, he wanted them to come together.

‘You have a beautiful body’ Joe kept repeating, as he came closer to climax.

I could feel myself ready to shoot as my balls and thighs tightened. Joe pulled out and pulled off his condom. He pushed down my legs and straddled my stomach jerking his cock as I shot my hot creamy load over Joe. Seconds later Joe exploded, his cream shooting over my stomach and face. I resisted the desire to taste it rubbing it into his body instead.

Joe smiled and I returned the smile. This had been better than he I ever imagined. My cock was still solid as I climbed from the bed throwing my towel over his shoulder.

‘Thank you’ said Joe.

‘No, thank you’ I replied.

I showered and returned his locker key to reception.

‘See you again’ said the manager.

‘You bet’ I replied, smiling.

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Forbidden

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Two curious college boys, Josh and Scot, explore a gay sex club during a night of partying and get much more than they bargained for.

It was after midnight when Josh and Scot came across the entrance to Forbidden at the outer edge of the Garden District in New Orleans. They had been drinking and enjoying the Mardi Gras parade for several hours at that point. The boys had finally built up enough courage to check out the notorious gay sex club that they had found out about on the internet. The door man checked their ID’s carefully and took their money before sending them into the club whose color scheme was all red and black. Josh and Scot stayed close together as they made their way across the dance floor and to the back room area. They stopped at the the black door that led to the back area of the huge club. Josh and Scot hesitated at the door marked Serpent’s Lair. Finally, Scot took the initiative and pushed the door open.

The doorman called upstairs to the clubs owner, Louis Cypher. He told th edom about the two young men who had just entered the club. Louis turned to his monitors and checked out the newcomers. He liked what he saw and told the doorman to have the young men intercepted and brought to him.

The doorman alerted two of the club’s bouncers and they entered the back room to retrieve Josh and Scot. They found the two young men were watching a scene where a Master was using a horse whip on his slave who was tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross.

Josh and Scot were intimidated by the two huge bouncers who looked like they could snap them like twigs. They were a little scared and kept exchanging panicked looks as they were taken upstairs to meet the owner of Forbidden.

Louis looked at himself in the mirror. The contacts he wore made his eyes all black in his tanned handsome face. He was wearing his favorite leather pants, harness and boots. His well muscled body was displayed to good advantage. Louis smiled at his image as he thought about what he had in-store for the unsuspecting college boys. They had come here for a new experience and he was going to give it to them. Louis heard one of his bouncers call to him and gave them permission to enter his private domain.

Josh was trembling as he was pushed through the door of the owners inner sanctum. He wasn’t sure what was going on and he was frightened. His eyes locked onto the tall muscular man all in leather the moment they walked into the room. Josh felt fear building in his stomach as he took in the man’s black eyes. He wanted to look to his best friend for reassurance, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man in leather.

Scot almost stopped walking when he saw the leather daddy standing in the center of the room they were entering. The man was tall, muscular and had coal black eyes that creeped Scot out completely. He reached for Josh to reassure him knowing that his more timid friend would be scared. He gently squeezed Josh’s trembling arm, but his friend didn’t even look at him. Josh was too scared to look away from the intense man in the center of the room.

The bouncers put restraining hands on Josh and Scot’s shoulders stopping them a couple of erzurum escort feet inside the door. Louis walked forward and looked the young men over. The slighter built one was blond haired and blue eyed. He was trembling and staring at Louis with abject fear in his eyes. The larger boy had dark brown hair and clear grey eyes. He was trying to comfort his frightened friend. Louis smiled. He was really going to enjoy this.

“Good evening, Boys. I’m the owner of Forbidden. You will address me as Master. You came here looking for a sexual adventure. Something unique and possibly out of your comfort zone. I’m going to give it to you.” Louis stated in his deep resonant voice that had Josh and Scot’s attention riveted to him.

The burly bouncers pressed down on Josh and Scot’s shoulders until they were forced to their knees. Josh instinctively bowed his head but Scot looked up at the black eyed man before them.

“We don’t want this. We’re going to leave now and go back to our hotel.” Scot stated as he tried to get back on his feet but the bouncer kept him from moving.

Louis didn’t acknowledge Scot. He moved over in front of Josh and petted the boy’s wavy blond hair. He could feel the slim boy tremble under his hand and growled a little in response. The blond was exciting him and he couldn’t wait to get inside him, but first things first. Louis moved his attention to Scot who was looking up at him defiantly.

“You can’t keep us here. We’re leaving!” Scot declared and began to struggle again.

Louis reached down, grabbed Scot’s chin in his hand and tilted his head up. Louis’s black eyes looked into Scot’s grey ones. “You and your friend will leave when I allow you to and not a moment sooner. In this club, I am the Master. Nothing happens without my consent. Now boy, you’re going to take my cock out and give me your best blow job. Banish any thoughts of inflicting damage on me. Anything you do to me, I will do to your sweet blond friend here. Do you understand, boy?”

“Yes.” Scot said as he squeezed Josh’s hand gently before releasing it so he could use both hands on Louis.

“Yes, what?” Louis hissed at him in an angry tone.

“Yes, Master.” Scot said trying to keep his voice steady. He couldn’t have Josh getting punished for what he did.

Louis smiled at the boy pleased that he had judged the situation perfectly. Scot would do whatever the man wanted to keep Josh safe. Course Scot had no idea what Louis had in store for them.

Scot undid the button and unzipped Louis’s leather pants. He reached in and pulled out the muscular man’s long thick rod. Scot opened his mouth wide and began to take the huge mushroom shaped head into this mouth. Louis grabbed the sides of Scot’s head roughly and began to thrust deeply into his mouth. Scot gagged as Louis slammed his cock into the back of his throat. He forced his throat to relax and began to suck the tall man’s prick in earnest. Louis looked down and smiled. The boy had a talented mouth doing some sort of suck, hum, tongue flick movement that felt amazing. Louis twisted his fingers into Scot’s dark hair and eskişehir escort forcefully fucked his face. The boy was doing an excellent job deep throating him. No doubt about it.

Josh was watching this with huge eyes. His heart was trip hammering in his chest, his breath was ragged and his palms were sweating. He felt like he might explode from the new feelings and sensations that were washing over him. He was terrified and totally turned on at the same time. He was afraid of what the Master would do to him, but found he wanted it too.

Scot’s hot wet mouth was relentlessly working on the Master’s rigid tool. He was hoping to make the muscular man blow his load so he might lose interest in Josh. Louis was lost to the sensations that Scot’s excellent hummer was giving him. He was getting close to the point of no return. Abruptly, Louis pulled his dick out of Scot’s sucking mouth and backed away. Scot made a frustrated sound, but didn’t say anything.

The Master’s black eyes met those of the bouncer and he looked toward the padded bench to his right. The bouncer pulled Josh off his knees, quickly removed his clothes and guided him to the bench. Josh went willingly and let himself be strapped onto the bench on his hands and knees with his ass facing Louis and Scot.

Scot started to panic. He was scared for Josh. He didn’t want this man to hurt his friend. “Take me. Leave Josh alone. It was my idea to come here. I’ll do whatever you want.” His voice was rough from the punishment his throat had just taken. His eyes were pleading with the tall muscular man.

Louis ignored the young man’s pleas as he walked up behind Josh and admired the view of his slim body on display. Louis began to run his hands over the boy’s pale smooth flesh. His skin was soft and nearly hairless which pleased the tall man. He liked the way the young man trembled under his touch. Normally, Louis would have just spit on his hand and taken the boy, but he wanted to make this good for the slim blond. He pulled over a rolling tray and got a tube of lube and a dildo. Louis lubed up the blond’s pucker and the toy. He began to press the large dildo past the anal ring and deep inside the blond.

Josh was unsure what would happen to him. He had expected the black eyed man to just take him roughly, but he was actually prepping him. Josh was grateful for the prep cause the man’s dick was huge. Josh had never had anyone near that big and he was worried about his ass getting torn up. The dildo was actually feeling good now as the muscular man stimulated his prostate. Josh found that he wanted the dominant male to take him. He wanted to feel that huge shaft filling him.

Scot was struggling to get away from the huge bouncer but he couldn’t move. The man was just too big and powerful. He watched helplessly as the sinister black eyed man prepped Josh to fuck him. Scot started to do something he hadn’t done in years, pray. He prayed that the man wouldn’t hurt his best friend and that they would both make it out of here alive.

Louis pulled the dildo out of Josh’s loosened ass and watched as his pink pucker gaziantep escort closed a little and twitched. His cock twitched in response and Louis found that he was hard as rock. He wanted this boy more than he had wanted anyone in years. He ran his hands over the boys smooth pale skin again reveling in the feel of it under his rough fingers. He leaned up over the boy so that his cockhead was pressing against the boy’s entrance.

“You are beautiful.” Louis whispered to the boy, then he stepped back, spread the blond’s ass cheeks and shoved his cockhead hard against Josh’s anal ring demanding entrance.

Josh gasped at the sharp pain and concentrated on relaxing his ass to let the tall man in. It only took a few minutes for the pain to burn away and pleasure to take its place. Josh was being stretched and filled by the huge cock pressing steadily deeper inside his trembling body.

When Louis was all the way in with his pubes up against the boys pale ass, he stopped for a moment. He kneaded the firm globes of the blond’s ass then gave him a sharp smack. The boy’s body pulled against the restraints and he cried out.

Scot’s eyes were huge as he watched the black eyed man taking his friend. He couldn’t believe that monster cock had fit inside Josh’s small tight ass. His friend wasn’t screaming in agony so Scot hoped that meant he was okay.

Louis began to pull out and thrust back in with short strokes getting the boy used to his thick rod impaling him. He would give him a sharp spank on his pale ass every few minutes. Louis soon lengthened his strokes and sped up. The blond was making small mewling sounds now and starting to meet his thrusts. Louis decided he wanted to see the boy’s face as he fucked him. He pulled out and told the bouncer to move the blond to his desk.

The bouncer undid the restraints and picked Josh up like he weighed nothing. He laid the boy on his back on the large wooden desk and pressed his knees up to his chest. Josh held his legs up and apart and Louis stepped between them. He had slicked on a little more lube and easily thrust deep inside the boy’s clutching hot ass. Christ this was good. The best piece of ass he’d ever had. Louis had wanted to take his time, but looking at the gorgeous boy beneath him, hearing the sensual sounds he was making and feeling the incredible tight heat of his ass was too much. The black eyed man began to piston his hips and ran his cock into the boy hard and deep. He wanted the boy to be able to feel him for the next week. Finally, Louis couldn’t hold back any longer. He buried himself to the hilt and roared like a beast as he emptied his balls inside the blond’s hot ass. Josh came too shooting creamy white ropes of sperm up his chest to his chin. It was the most he had ever come in his life.

Louis had the boys cleaned up then released. He had a feeling he would see the blond again. That thought made him smile.

Scot and Josh returned to college and finished the semester. Their friendship had become strained by the experience in New Orleans and they weren’t talking much anymore. The next semester began and Josh wasn’t there. Scot called, texted and emailed trying to find out what was going on. He received an email with a photo in return. Scot gasped as he looked at Josh wearing a leather collar and sitting naked at the feet of the black eyed man in New Orleans. The black eyed man had a smug look on his face. Josh had an expression of utter contentment. Scot closed the photo, lowered his head and cried out his anguish.

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First Timer with Philip

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‘Clinches that led to a voyage of divine discovery.’

“It’s my body and I shall do what I like with it” Philip said in no uncertain terms.

He was a good pal and I was concerned for his welfare and other things which were important to me, especially now since we had both developed a wonderful intimate relationship together.

His fuck is sublime and I don’t think I could ever go without it now.

“I was simply concerned that’s all” I continued. “You’ve not been looking yourself lately, you are looking pasty and you seem to be putting off weight.”

“Well, if you don’t want my body any more, you just have to say Pete!” Philip scorned.

“Don’t be silly, I want you for both your body and you!” I said trying to pacify him with a soft caress across his forehead.

Looking back I remembered how our friendship grew from just that, to what it is now, and what inspired that.

Philip was always sensitive and I guess that is what drew me to him, that day when he enveloped into tears when his poor mother died of cancer two years ago.

I simply comforted him by coaxing him to rest his head on my shoulder, whispering just to let all the emotion out and he would feel much better for it..

I had never envisaged what would happen then, because we were just buddies and nothing more, just normal guys who enjoyed playing bowls and going to a football match occasionally.

Until then there was never any indication that our friendship would blossom into what it is now.

It is odd how things happen in life. Like me, Philip likes to talk about philosophy and how we came about and things like that.

He impressed me one day when he said that our bodies were simply the framework for our souls. Initially I did not take much notice because Philip was apt to go off on one of his semi-religious themes -but when he explained that the body was simply a tool adapted for our use on earth and when we are done with it, when we grow old and the flesh deteriorates, it is assumed we apparently die and that is that.

It all sounded a but gruesome for me but on thinking about it he had a point,

“But we don’t die Pete, our souls live on – our real selves and it is just the flesh that returns to dust, but never our souls, and that’s the difference don’t you see.”

I nodded. His words were deep – he is a deep thinker to be sure but the rocket to the moon came when he added that we should take advantage of this wonderful form with which we have been adorned ,and let our souls soak in the pleasures of the flesh.

And that is when he rested his head on my shoulder; his tears soon dried, and I gently veered him away again, wiping his brow, Then something happened that changed our lives completely,

He touched me intimately and sunk his head into my shoulder once more, murmuring how he thought I was so wonderful and loving.

Initially of course I was not ready for this and promptly grasped his hand and jerked it away. Looking back I guess it was because of my upbringing and how my parents abhorred anything that they thought was so unnatural, such as a gay relationship, dad stating his opinion that the tekirdağ escort true reason for congress among two human beings was to reproduce their own kind, and this was virtually impossible for those of the same sex to do.

The idea that such a one sex relationship could be based on true love never occurred to him, because he thought of it purely from a sexual viewpoint, thinking that all gay people were toilet bashers and so forth.

So although I had certain feelings about guys I always kept them shut up – the feelings that is – because I thought they were detestable and unnatural because that is what my father said.

So when Philip touched me there – and although I was not adverse to his touch, indeed it stirred me, my mindset was that it was wrong and I should not encourage.

Philip seemed disappointed that I had stopped him. His eyes focussed on mine and I felt he was truly embarrassed and confused.

“I’m so sorry Pete, I didn’t mean to do that, I just don’t know why I did, it seemed natural that’s all, I wanted to cement our friendship to show my respect and love for you. There I’ve said it, For what it’s worth I do love you Pete, So ff you think that will spoil our friendship I will try to understand, but I can’t disguise my natural feelings.”

We simply sat there, on the sofa in my flat. I knew then that what my Dad said was a load f rubbish.

I needed to be honest with myself. I felt the same way about Philip and no mistake, I guess I had for a long time but my mindset would never accept it.

I wanted Philip, I really did. I was besotted by him and when he touched me the stirrings confirmed that.

For while no more words were spoken between us, I didn’t want to lose Philip as much as he didn’t want to lose me.

I grasped his hand once more and returned it to the place it was. He smiled gorgeously. A last we were on track, At last we could share and share alike. Bodies were made to be a tool we could use during our tenancy on earth, of course they were, and Philip acknowledged this, but they were also made to be enjoyed by lovers who deemed to give each other just as much pleasure and gratification as was humanly possible, given all the so wonderful consensual diversions there were. To give and to take and enjoy to the utmost. Philip and I were indeed embarking on a wonderful new experience together.

So I let his hand explore. It was so divine. What had I been missing just because of my parents bad upbringing?, but then I was told that in their day things were so very different and homosexuality would certainly have been snubbed at, such as was sex out of marriage, they lived in a completely different world and thank God it has changed, else guys like us would have been deemed contemptible and the rest of it.

So from then on it was fine for us to share each other mind and body and those first clinches led us onto a voyage of divine discovery and joy, seeking the ways we could best thrill and gratify each other.

So when Philip unzipped me, no longer did I feel uncomfortable – I felt complete and so very much enjoyed tokat escort his exploration of me. It seemed right and natural for me to remove my jeans and prance about in my boxer shorts, and he too. And it seemed right we should see the funny side of that, It was another learning curve, to laugh together as we tried different things with each other. I guess then, if we did anything we were apprehensive about – it could be put down to a joke and that was an escape. But that was in the early days because we soon discovered just what makes each other tick , but it is always fun trying new things as and when they come to us,

Who would have thought that I would like and enjoy a bit of harmful spanking indeed, but there was something extremely attractive about the way Philip looked when he bent over to take me orally on the settee, that gorgeous hind looking so absolutely wonderful, that was simply asking to be spanked and rubbed with lotion and mollycoddled.

It was that which led to something more and it was lovely too. It started during the lotion massage, when I inadvertently teased just a little finger full of lotion into the gorgeous crevice between, something I had not tried before, we were still learning about each other. A one sex relationship can be many things and not always penetrative, but from that first time Philip found me and adorned me sexually and even tasted me, we enjoyed for a time just the touching and sucking and all the so wonderful and thrilling thrills and joys that could bring remembering the first time I made Philip cum so beautifully, the way he hunched up his hind as I brought him to the fore, that beautiful firm and pleasured cock spurting like a volcano. It was all utterly fantastic that I could do all those wonderful things with Philip and in return he would do the same. Those so wonderful times we just spent simply exploring each other instinctively, hearing the joy in each others moans as we did so,

But now we were ardently approaching a new dimension. I parted his cheeks just a little primarily to gain better access to him there, That beautifully formed brown orifice looked so utterly enticing, it really did. I was surprising myself doing the things I was doing, gently rimming him, the softness there created by the lotion which did what it said on the bottle, to soften and ease.

It was heaven to hear Philip sigh as I began to rim him there, First one finger, my small index finger, and then two fingers, just gently stretching it more around and around carefully to see what the reaction would be. The way he squeezed my cock as I rubbed up and creamed his balls was a good response and I was imagining just what it would be like to fuck him. I wanted to try and I guess the way I started to gently thrust my fingers into him, stretching him wider and wider there, he got the message.

“I’m not sure Pete, I want you that way, I really do, but I have never done that before so be gentle huh?”

I told him I loved and respected him and would never do anything he would not want, but of he’d like for me to try, just to see how it goes and then, if he would trabzon escort rather not I would understand . But I knew if he had stopped me I would try again another time. In my way of thinking that ass was just waiting to be initiated, everything was pointing to it, I whispered that we deserve to enjoy the bodies which wrapped our souls, emulating his philosophical thinking and he seemed to go along with that just fine.

He arched his hind up for me in presentation and it was a sheer delight to see him wiggle just slightly. Like he was offering it to me for service, this would be a prelude to everything that was to follow when we were to explore the joy of role play, when he would act the servant and I the master.

But the stance was not quite right for me to enter him comfortably, so we twisted and turned and tried different positions, but the best always came back to him spread beautifully on all fours, cushions under his knees and elbows. At last we found the perfect positions where I could line up to him perfectly and there it was, all ready and waiting and looking so utterly fuckable, But something told me I just had to do something else first, it just looked so beautiful and daunting that ass of his, I just had to go down to him, in a moment I instinctively pushed my face between those lovely contours and got to work orally, it was so lovely and the way he squirmed and moved to my sucks was delicious. It was an experience I would say to be complimentary to the forthcoming fuck ,and now Philip was well ready for it. He yearned for me to fuck him there and then.

I gave him a few heart slaps with ,erection and loved the way it bounced so provocatively.

For the first time we were about to discover just how wonderful it is to share the most ultimate human experience, the leading up it , the touching and feeling, everything that made the actual entry so enthralling and beautiful.

Philip was virgin ass and I had the pleasure of breaking him in. It was good and I took time to gently and slowly insert my full pulse into him, he grunted and groaned at first but said not to stop. I was glad he did because already I felt the warmth of him inside and I so wanted to push it all the way into him..

We helped each other achieve full insertion, he was tight and forbearing, I gripped his thighs ardently to give me the support I needed for full thrust and the fuck was imminent.- he moved from side to side to help me into him and he made those certain throaty noised that complimented the fuck..

It was simply the most beautiful thing I have ever done with anybody and I am glad it was a first timer with Philip.

We built up to a frenzy and every time I thrust it into him I felt and heard my balls slap his thighs.

Afterwards Philip was more loving than ever, it seemed we had reached the ultimate of our wonderful relationship and what that could bring.

Sure thing we would enjoy each other’s bodies to the full and ultimately he wanted my cock just as much as I wanted his ass, so it was a very compatible sharing experience and always a learning one too, because there was so very much more we could do to enjoy our wonderful new discovery of each other.

For those guys who has hang-ups about being gay – forget them, just enjoy the body beautiful while you can, find the right partner as I did and your frustrations will be a thing of the past, and the future will open its doors gladly for you. For me a whole new horizon opened and a new venture sealed,

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Frat House Volunteer

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I have decided that as a public service I will donate a few hours every Wednesday morning down at the local college fraternity house. In order to improve the educational outcomes at the college I will do my part to reduce certain frustrations that distract young scholars and can motivate many educationally undesireable behaviors. All of society benefits from this increased productivity and knowledge in our future managerial class.

So each Wed morning I drive into the campus before dawn, a little before 6 am. My reserved parking spot right at the back door of the frat house is vigilantly protected by the residents there. They’re so nice to me! I wonder if they’re as thoughtful about their Tuesday or Thursday morning fuck? Probably. I smile warmly as I turn my key and let myself quietly in.

Careful with that storm door, don’t let it slam and wake anyone. Now I silently slip up the back stairs and into the special closet-like half-room they keep for me. Its so warm in here with a full-size radiator just for this dark but pleasant windowless cell. The bed is really soft and has a special cushion I’ll tell you about. There is an exhaust vent on the ceiling running up to the roof fan that’s always drawing air out. The quiet hum mixes with the vibration of the refrigerators in the other rooms up here. There is a certain pleasant feel of electric warmth in the room, but in a relaxing and almost ambient unnoticeable way. And the air is always good in here even though it looks like a windowless cell.

Glad to be here, I take off all my clothes and lift the sheet on the bed, jumping in to lay naked on my stomach and pull the sheet back over my ass and covering up to maybe half my back. Hot room and cool sheets –so nice! I reach down onto the floor and find that special pillow of weird springy material the guys over at the Engineering lab custom-fabricated for use in this room. I do a mini one-handed push-up in the bed in order to swing the pillow under the sheets and into position underneath my belly and pelvis. Awesome material, it gets so warm and comfy on the skin so instantly! But the best thing about this pillow is it is custom shaped to raise my ass in the air and hold my legs comfortably spread. And the nice thing is it has a big open space positioned just so my penis will not be pressed against it no matter how hard and big it gets. Instead there is a pretty wide channel open there to allow any kind friend to reach underneath me and grip my dick so comfortably. So ingenius! What will these engineers think up next?

It doesn’t take long before I hear activity down the hall. Clock radio alarm, and some rustling to hit the snooze button. Some other bumping around down the hall the other direction. Maybe upstairs too. Or was that a dream? I guess I’m a little dozy in this nice bed, especially cushioned into such a lovely position and with a cool sheet kissing my ass! I’m floating through apparitions of shapes and unknown terrain until…I’m a little jolted out giresun escort of my dreaming by a momentary skirmish in the hall outside my door. I grin and almost laugh at the silliness of how those two guys must have bumped into each other in the hall both on their way in here, and how they had a brief race to contest who would be first into me today. That brings a smile to my face as the first guy comes in and closes the door behind him and turns the “occupied” sign switch next to the door. So now out in the hall over my door the green light has turned to red and a line is probably already forming. Toilets are flushing and showers are running down the hall, and now I think toast is burning too. Its great to be a volunteer in the thick of campus activity!

I rarely talk to these guys, and about all they ever say to me besides “oh thank you so much!” are things like “good morning” with that dick-in-my-ass sarcasm because once my ass is pricked we already consider that greeting enough. If one of them does say anything to me, its usually pretty quietly into my ear, just a brief phrase or sentence. More often just very satisfied grunts and moans, then maybe just a “thanks a lot.” The custom here is pretty quiet butt-fucking and blow-jobs, so as not to disturb the others still sleeping and maybe even more out of modesty and politeness, as opposed to broadcasting each student’s personal and private enjoyment of me. Its pretty quiet in here except for the soft jazz or classical music playig quietly on the boom box in the corner.

So this first one this morning, I don’t bother to look at who he is, I resume my dozing and trust him to suit himself.

He does. He’s slipped of the briefs he wore in and he’s pulled the sheet off me. A cheerful humming even as he picks up the brush in the lube bowl and dabs a big gollop of that cool fanny grease right on my butthole. It tingles and tickles! Instantly I want it fucked too now. I may not bother opening my eyes but obviously its time for me to open something else.

He pushes his dick right through the grease and in one motion has opened me at least 2 inches! I’ve learned how to handle these kinds of emergencies and quickly relax and open my anus all the way for him. After 10 more strokes he’s got it all the way in and already is pounding me like workman building a railroad. I give him some good thrusts and squeezes back with my toned butt and trained fuckhole. Another half-minute of this and he’s already groaning and jizzing me and I feel that first hot cream explosion soaking my insides. A few more half-hearted pelvic slams from him and he’ already pulling it out, giving my ass a few nice slaps in gratitude, and he’s gone off to his shower.

No point in changing the room sign to “available” again. After each finishes, he just says “next” as he leaves the room. The line just waits at the door and somebody new comes in to close it as the other is leaving. Its yalova escort hard work but I know its doing society good, and I think I have come to really love my volunteer work anyway. I sigh contentedly and feel good to be here.

These guys hardly ever bother playing around with me. Its always just like the first one: grease the hole and drive the stick into me as deeply and as quickly as possible. Also they don’t bother playing and lingering inside me, they just start pumping away and happily cum sometimes in just one or two minutes! Then its off to their showers and breakfast and into the classroom! But, for all that speed in me, they do get a real thrill, often banging me at a frenzied pace for just that half minute it takes for them to melt into a creamy heatwave of runny pulses penetrating deep into my anus. But for all that electricified hot-fudgy anal cock-squeezing I let them have back there, I think my soft buttocks pressed open against their pelvis is often what finally makes them spasm and gasp and injection-explode hot moaning ecstacies of cum into me. Their erections melt away into me and then they’re ready for school and learning.

The more generous or thoughtful ones sometimes reach under and grab my penis through the channel in the pillow, some of them even squeezing it rythmically while probing and cumming in my anus. One guy sometimes even wanks it for me, stopping his own pumping to just linger and stretch my anus and press hard into my buttcheeks and just hold against me and deep inside while he wanks me furiously. Oh God! That really does make me cum all over his hand and onto the bed in the space for this designed right into the cushion. The world is good.

Occasionally one will opt for my mouth and I’ll oblige. I do like that mouthfuck feeling of being firmly over-filled with heat and swabbed all inside my mouth, even the deepest parts. It makes me feel like I have a sweet and delicious hot wet mouth that is nice to cum in. But normally they just silently slide it in and out of my slippery butt and bang away on my buttocks until deep-cumming in me, groaning and moaning about it, pulling out and leaving me a gooey mess for the next guy. After a few of them it gets to be a really slippery cummy mess back there but they just keep coming through the door until all 10-or-so residents have had their orgasms. Sometimes I think they let a few of their friends come through too, though I have to admit I don’t actually count or bother to look. After me they go straight to the showers so I guess they just get to like the spunky messy feeling as part of the easy fuck they get every morning.

I don’t really mind that cum-drenched crack and hole either, its just an inevitable part of the job and once I got used to it I start to actually look forward to it and now I crave it by Mondays and just can’t wait to get back here Wed morning to get my restless and searing ass creamed down again for yozgat escort a few hours. Gee, I wonder what that says about my personality?

So I’m now about halfway done here this morning. As my crack now drips from the 4 or 5 who have already come through, I enjoy the slimy wet hot and cold sensations in my air-cooled ass and fanny hole. I’m spread-eagled on that cushion, relaxed, warm and content. I do like this job, even if there is no pay. Maybe another 5 or 6 will have orgasms in my ass and then I’ll be done for the week. The mess is already made and I’m feeling good in it, hahahaha there is just no accounting for taste I guess!

But now something different is happening. Two of the guys come in together and ask if we can try something different today, something I might like so they could show their appreciation for all my hours of service here throughout the academic year. “Sure guys, that’s really nice, I accept whatever you have in mind.”

So with that they motion to their buddies to also come inside. Wow, I’ve never seen so many people in this teeny room! And the best thing is they’re all naked and erect! I sit up and lean back, sitting on the custom cushion in a new way that allows me to lean back and spread my legs and be fucked from a frontal position. I throw my feet over the guy’s shoulder and let him have his way with his hard cock exploring my asshole. Oooh it DOES feel so good in there! Now another stands in front of me and parts my lips with his throbbing cock. I happily open wide and allow him to probe every part of my hot wet mouth. Now two others come up to me on either side and place my left and right hands each around a hard dick. I’m so distracted with all these cocks in and against me that I didn’t notice another guy come in and kneel down at my side to bend over and start sucking my cock even as his fraternity brother was sliding his entire dick in and out of my anus only inches away!

Its starting to look like a team party and I have to admit I’m really flattered and touched with all their special attentions to me! So of course there has to be even more to make the scene complete. Another two guys enter and present their cocks onto each of my thighs and start to smear their runny cockheads all over my legs. Finally two more come in and slide their gooey cocks all along my belly and chest. My body is being being massaged and smeared by so many runny cocks and another is in my mouth and another delighting my asshole. But maybe the loveliest touch of all –the one that finally makes me cry out and squeeze the dicks in my hands and then gag on the one in my mouth and fannythrust around the one in my anus– the one that makes me gush hot cum into the surprised mouth of the boy lovingly servicing me– well, that over-the-cliff feeling was supplied by the throbby hard runny cock smearing hot all over my neck. Oooh God how that set me off just as they all thought it was THEIR party! Ha ha ha ha! How I laugh and watch cum drip out and over me from so many dicks. They are thrilled that I finally cried out and vibrated my entire body in orgasmic spasms everyone felt. That had been enough to push any not yet orgasmic into creaming me immediately.

So this is how they get around Finals, eh? Silly me, I should have expected it. I expect grades will be sky-high this semester….

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Friends, Sexcapades and Love Affairs Ch. 07

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Chapter Seven – Out Of The Frying Pan And Into The Fire

Edward’s lips on his were something fierce. Usually, Adrian would have had no problem getting any bottom boy to behave and curb his aggressiveness, but Edward was having none of it. As Adrian had thought and desired, only earlier that night, Edward was a man, a strong man who had no qualms about fighting him, which was exactly what he hoped for.

His body slammed down on the sofa, and Edward straddled his chest, resting his knees against the hollow of Adrian’s elbows.

“That hurts, you know,” Adrian said with a wince.

“I thought you were wild and a bit misunderstood, but in the light of recent events, I tend to think that you’re mischievous, too. And that is something I must drive out of you.”

“Mischievous? Like how? I just like sex,” Adrian moaned and struggled to move his arms.

Edward pushed his knees down a little harder.

“Is maiming me part of the plan? I don’t think I can feel the fingers in my right hand.”

“I just want to make sure you’re listening. I am terribly upset with you.”

“So you said. But I thought we agreed I’d fuck you first. Then, I’m all yours for lecturing me or whatever.”

“While you snore and dream of pretty bottom boys? I won’t have it.”

Adrian stared at Edward’s face. The guy seemed pretty serious. Also, there was something else, just as serious, going on for him. “You’re hard,” he pointed out and laughed.

Edward’s eyes thinned. “You are being a total brat, Adrian. How am I supposed to go about disciplining you?”

“It’s simple. You’re not.”

“That remains to be seen.”

Edward pushed himself up and went straight for the chair on which he had his clothes, neatly folded. Adrian jumped to his feet and caught him by one arm. “Are you jealous? For real?”

“Oh, please.”

There was a small flicker in the dark green eyes when Edward glanced at him that wasn’t lost on Adrian. Apparently, Edward was more thin-skinned than he pretended to be. Or it was all a game, but Adrian wasn’t sure anyone could be that great an actor.

Adrian hugged Edward tightly from behind. His lips traveled along the other’s neck, teasing gently with small kisses. “Since everything must be a negotiation with you, here is a deal I’m offering. Let’s fuck, and then you can do with me whatever.”

“Careful, Adrian,” Edward said quietly. “It’s not the first time you propose something outrageous.”

“It’s what you want, right? Put a leash on me, ride me like a pony, I don’t care. All I know is that I want to be deep inside your amazing ass, and fuck you until I lose my mind.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?” Edward’s small laugh seemed a bit harsh. But Adrian was getting used to the façade. Behind it, there was still a man, and that was something he could work with.

“Is it working?”

Edward turned toward him. “Remember that you offered me complete control. Now let me exact a little punishment for tonight’s shenanigans.”

“Aren’t we going to fuck?”

“You have a one-track mind. Don’t worry.” Edward took Adrian’s cock in his hand and rubbed it to full hardness before continuing. “I will allow you to fuck me.”

“I am honored, Your Majesty. Let’s get it over with that punishment you’re talking about. Just make sure you don’t incapacitate me for the dicking I’m going to give you.”

“Rest assured that it won’t come to that,” Edward replied. With that, he plopped down on the sofa, his legs parted, and his erection in full display.

Just for the record, Adrian sucked off guys sometimes as a means to an end. But, right now, as he looked at Edward’s cock, hard and stern, just as its owner, he licked his lips. “I so want to suck your cock,” he said in a heartbeat.

“If I let you, you won’t understand what punishment is. Come and sit across my lap.”

For a second, Adrian stared at Edward, unsure if he had heard correctly. “Wait,” he laughed, “do you want to spank me?”

“You’re getting off the hook easier than you think,” Edward warned him. “Don’t keep me waiting. Also, I should say. I won’t hold back.”

Adrian pulled at the lobe of one ear, a bit puzzled over Edward’s request. Could it be something as childish and cliché as that? Edward seemed above the usual kinkiness Adrian had the chance to experience or see. So a little spanking appeared a bit off. With a shrug, he moved and placed himself over Edward’s lap.

It took him a few seconds to adjust his position as his cock was still hard. Edward’s hand rested on his buttocks and, for a couple of moments, just remained there, doing nothing. Adrian was about to ask what was holding Edward back when the hand moved, and a hard slap broke the silence.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Adrian shouted.

“You appear no longer in the mood for laughing,” Edward said.

“You took me by surprise, that’s all.” Adrian squirmed a little, and the same hand touched the area it had just slapped earlier.

This time, he steeled himself. Edward was good at playing mind games, and Adrian realized gümüşhane escort he was holding his breath. Just as he exhaled, the second slap followed. And in the same place. Now that called for a little protest. “How about a small change? I’m completely willing to turn the other cheek,” he joked, to hide his embarrassment over feeling that slap quite hard.

“Feeling generous?” Edward teased.

The third slap landed on the same spot. Go figure, Adrian thought dryly, and much to his shame, he could feel his erection waning a little. Edward was putting his all into those slaps. The next moment, Edward grabbed his ass cheek and squeezed it. Playfully, he snuck one finger in Adrian’s crack and teased the tight entrance.

“If you thought this some prelude to your fucking me in the ass, you’re wrong. After this, I’m going to fuck you until you aren’t able to walk straight.”

“I’ve never been known for that. You know, walking straight,” Edward said, and his voice made him sound content.

“Gay from head to toes? That what you’re saying?” Adrian asked casually, keeping hard from pushing his ass up for a little more teasing.

Edward moved his hand again, but only to land another slap, although, finally, he chose the other cheek. All right, he only needed to brace himself for a few more, and that would be all, Adrian thought.

He ground his teeth as Edward suddenly increased his rhythm, and this time he didn’t stop, not even to allow Adrian the freedom to protest. In the end, Adrian started squirming. “The fuck! This fucking hurts!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Hell yeah, I want you to stop! My ass is on fucking fire!”

“Do you have honest regrets about what you did tonight?”

For a second, Adrian thought about defying Edward. Then, he reconsidered. As irking as the thought of obeying the sexy, arrogant asshole was, he needed to be considerate of his behind.

“I do! Fuck, I do! I swear I don’t need any sex parties in my life forever!”

Edward stopped abruptly. “That’s too bad, Adrian. I plan on taking you to many sex parties.”

Adrian looked over his shoulder. Edward was watching him closely. “Fine. You win. I won’t fuck around. Is that enough to convince you? By the way, that’s quite a heavy hand. What do you do in your spare time?”

“I am much interested in making you part of my spare time, so you will learn all about it. Do you think you had enough, Adrian?”

Adrian rubbed his ass and winced. “My dick is done for. I think you made a point.”

“So we’re not going to fuck, after all?”

Adrian loved the way Edward talked. It was like each word was chosen and spoken carefully. When Edward said ‘fuck’, it came out just as strong a word as it was. Many people used it casually, Adrian included. But if Edward said it, the guy meant it.

“Just give me a second, and I’ll be up for it,” he promised while getting to his feet.

Edward stood up, too, and went for his clothes again.

“Oh, come on, you’re not going to leave now, are you?” Adrian complained.

“I only wanted to take this,” Edward said and pointed at a rectangular box he held in his hand. “You’ll do me the pleasure of wearing this, right?”

Adrian watched Edward as he took out what looked pretty much like a dog collar. “You are into that pup play, after all,” he said out loud.

“I hate all that masquerading with masks and tails, and everything,” Edward said promptly. “But I very much enjoy the idea of having a pet that adores me and hangs on my every word and gesture.”

Adrian bit his lips, trying hard not to laugh. “Man, you should just get yourself a dog.”

Edward scoffed. “As much as I enjoy teasing your animal instincts, Adrian, I much appreciate your beautiful human shape.” To make a point, he closed the distance between them and began putting the collar around Adrian’s neck. “You truly look beautiful like this.” He caressed the collar, touching Adrian’s skin in passing.

“Whatever floats your boat,” Adrian said with a small shrug.

There was a small flutter in his stomach as he felt the leather rubbing against his skin and the coldness of the metal buckle. Edward was a big pervert, after all, and Adrian was just curious about how deep his perversions went. He had a feeling he was embarking on a true trip of discovery.

***

Jared jolted when he felt someone touching him gently on the cheek. He blinked a few times, chasing away the sleep still hanging from his eyelashes, as he realized where he was. The bedside lamp threw enough light for him to see Chris standing by the bed and caressing him.

“Oh, sorry. I have no idea how I managed to fall asleep so fast. What time is it?”

“I should be the one to apologize. It’s three in the morning.”

Jared remained silent for a moment. “I should go home then,” he murmured.

“You look good in my bed,” Chris said.

He began undressing slowly, making a show out of it. Jared pushed himself up on his elbows and turned hatay escort to have a good look at Chris. “You have an amazing body for your age. Ah, damn, sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

His words caught in his throat as his eyes landed on Chris’s manhood, stiff as a log. Again, Chris came closer and began caressing Jared’s cheek, his fingers touching his mouth and the thumb finding its way inside. Without thinking, Jared took it between his lips and began sucking on it.

“Oh, yes,” Chris said quietly, “you are so good at this, kiddo.”

Jared stopped. “Kiddo?”

Chris smiled fondly at him and leaned in to steal a kiss. “You’re the one who sees me as old.”

Jared pouted theatrically and then laughed. “I guess I could be convinced to wake up.”

“Good,” Chris said shortly and straightened up.

Jared’s laughed died out as Chris began nudging his cheek with his cock again. He looked up, and his eyelids fluttered as he took in Chris’s intense eyes, then his strong chest, and last his taut abdomen.

He used his hands to caress the tough planes of the body in front of him, pliant under his fingers, but only this much. Jared risked another look up and noticed the smile curling Chris’s lips. He had never met anyone like that. Chris knew what he wanted, and he was firm without being forceful. Anyone Jared had ever had sex in his life with paled in comparison, they appeared like nothing but clumsy teenagers, too reckless to stop and notice anything, too eager, and too hurried, only until the moment they reached their climax.

In front of him stood a man, a real man, and Jared felt he was getting into something he knew nothing about. But he was willing to discover it all. Unlike Adrian, he had never had a serious relationship, not for lack of trying, but for lack of suitable partners. So he had never truly felt, and he had never truly hurt.

He took Chris’s cock into his mouth and looked up from time to time, awaiting confirmation that he did well. Chris curled his fingers around the back of his head, moving only to play a little with the small leather tie keeping Jared’s hair in that proper ponytail to let it loose.

“Like this, kiddo, like this,” Chris encouraged him.

Jared loved being praised. He wrapped one hand around Chris’s cock and began moving his tongue and lips over the length. Feeling that strong cock in his mouth was more than what he had bargained for, though. It put a little strain on his jaw, as Chris was holding him in place, without allowing him too much freedom of movement.

But it was all good since he was willing to work for it.

“Yes, beautiful,” Chris encouraged him, his hand still firm on Jared’s neck.

Jared was discovering things about himself. He had liked sex, enjoyed it, before, but this was different. It was funny to think of it that way, but he put his soul into it this time. So he increased his rhythm, determined to show Chris his entire appreciation.

As a difference from other times, now he knew well, Chris was hard because of him and for him. With others, too often, he had experienced the feeling that he and his partner for the night were nothing but people found in a typical situation, horny and only with the present possibilities to solve that.

This wasn’t it, Jared thought. He could feel his erection straining inside his pants. As much as he adjusted his position to suck off Chris better, nothing was helping with that. So he just placed one hand over his erection, pressing down on it hard, while strange sounds made his throat vibrate as he couldn’t be convinced for anything to let go of the juicy bit in his mouth.

Bit wasn’t the right word. Jared found himself more and more enthralled with everything that was Chris, his smell, his cock, the wiry hair above it, the muscular body, the way he held Jared in place, stern and demanding. Never before he had ever thought of feeling so good about being used. But there was pleasure to be taken from pleasuring another, and that was all Jared’s mind was filled with, to the brim.

“I’m close, kiddo,” Chris whispered.

Through the haze of his arousal, Jared remembered Adrian’s warning, and he pulled the glorious cock out of his mouth, only to make it shoot all over his face. Chris grunted, and there was a sign of surprise in how he appeared to ground his teeth hard as he came.

Fuck. He should have talked about it before this, Jared scolded himself inwardly. And the worst part was that he hadn’t thought about how he could say it, without making it sound like an insult or an accusation.

Chris ruffled his hair, a bit too hard. “I thought you would swallow it all. All that, wasted.” He laughed, apparently not as upset as Jared would have believed him to be.

He touched his cheeks gingerly. “Um, can I have a tissue or something?”

Jared didn’t dare to look up, but he sensed Chris moving away. He kept his eyes down, so he was a bit surprised with the gentle touch on his cheek. Chris batted his ısparta escort hand away as he tried to grab the tissue, and he allowed his face to be wiped clean.

“It’s okay if you don’t like to swallow. I was under the impression that you enjoyed it the last time.”

Jared just nodded and looked away. “Ah, it’s a bit weird, and I don’t know how to put it.”

Chris took him by the shoulders and then grabbed his chin, making him look up. “What is it?”

Jared could feel his cheeks getting red. Normally, with anyone else, he would have had no issues with bringing that up. But Chris was a different breed than people of Jared’s age, and he might take it personally. “You see, um, I don’t know you, and – Ah, this is harder than I thought!”

Chris kissed him gently. “Just say it. I won’t be upset if that’s what you worry about.”

Jared closed his eyes and then opened it. “If we’re to swallow each other’s cum, we should exchange medical information and stuff.” He had said it so fast that he had barely had time to breathe. Therefore, he inhaled deeply when he finished.

Chris’s silence was not a good sign. But Adrian was right, and Jared knew it. At least, it was out in the open.

“It’s not like I suspect you are …, ah, damn, I’m burying myself deeper, right?” Jared said and tried to move away from Chris.

“Wait.” Chris took him by the hand and pulled him close. “Actually, I think that’s a great idea. I didn’t know we’re getting committed here, but you have a point, and, as I promised, I didn’t get upset.”

Jared opened his mouth and then closed it, unsure if he could force his luck. In the end, the curious part of him won. “Are we getting committed?”

Chris laughed. “I think so. It’s the third time we see each other, and what do you know, the sex is as hot as in the beginning.”

Jared rolled his eyes and laughed, too. Chris took advantage and pushed him down on the bed to climb on top of him. “I thought young people today are more into fleeting hookups than into relationships.”

“Well, we’re not. We’re totally responsible. We don’t even say ‘hello’ to one another, and we ask each other when it was the last time we got checked.”

“That’s very responsible, indeed. But I wasn’t talking about that. I was thinking about you wanting us to become something more.”

“I do want it. I think. I do,” Jared replied, feeling more and more panicked now. Was Chris just teasing him?

“You better do because I am all for not using condoms at all.”

“Oh.” Jared relaxed a little. “I wasn’t thinking very far, I guess.”

Chris laughed again. “Well, you can’t take it back. Exchanging medical information is a pretty big step. And,” he said, as he moved one hand and caressed Jared’s lips slowly, focusing on them intently, “I really enjoy coming in your mouth, so any sacrifice would be too little for me to get to do that.”

“Do you like my mouth that much?” Jared asked.

“Mm, I think it’s delicious and that it looks absolutely amazing wrapped around my cock and pulling all the juice out of my balls.”

“You sure don’t mince words,” Jared replied.

“Am I coming too hard at you?”

“I was lucky I closed my eyes in time,” Jared joked.

Chris chuckled and kissed Jared deeply. “You know, I think your mouth is good in many ways. I can barely wait to enjoy your ass completely bareback.”

“Is there such a thing as a partial bareback?” Jared asked, grinning.

“As I said. Your mouth is something else. Now, until I get everything straightened out, how about I go search for some pesky condoms, put one on and fuck you?”

Jared nodded enthusiastically.

“Undress,” Chris ordered as he got up. Jared obeyed and began right away. From the door, Chris looked at him. “Just wait for me, sexy.”

Jared looked back. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

Chris rewarded him with another fond smile.

***

Mike was biting his nails and didn’t have the guts to leave the stall. Now he fucked up big time. He couldn’t call Jared and ask for advice, as it was too late, and most probably he was now with Chris, sleeping even, like normal people. Adrian, he didn’t dare to call. Also, he doubted Adrian even had his phone on. As Mike knew his other best friend, he was probably swimming in hot bodies by now.

That left him with nothing but his anxiety and utter panic as companions.

“Mike?” Someone called from outside.

It wasn’t Ryan’s voice, so Mike let out a breath of relief. Then, he re-became rightfully alarmed.

“I’m all right,” he replied loudly.

Jimmy came and knocked softly on the door. “Is it because of the booze?”

“No! I mean, yes! I think I got a bit fucked up,” Mike replied.

“Can I come in? I am pretty good at this kind of stuff. You know, because of my job.” Jimmy laughed good-naturedly.

“I’d rather sit here by myself and drown in my misery,” Mike said.

“Nonsense. There’s too little water in the toilet bowl to drown,” Jimmy joked and pushed open the door.

Mike stared at the cute bartender, hoping his guilt wasn’t transparent. Jimmy touched his forehead. “Have you managed to throw up?”

Mike just shook his head.

“I think you might feel a little better if you got some of what you drank out of your system.”

“No way. I can’t do that. It scares me to throw up because I feel like I can’t breathe.”

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Gentlemen’s Club Ch. 00

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Introduction

The gentlemen’s club on Rose street was a discreet establishment. They didn’t advertise – membership was by invitation only, established members inviting close friends or important business associates who they knew to have similar interests. It had no sign over the door – you either knew what the place was, or you had no reason for being there.

Employees were likewise secured by introduction; either a current employee bringing in a friend, or a lower-class establishment of a similar nature sending along a particularly talented worker in exchange for a high finder’s fee, or, occasionally, one of the members would recommend someone, in which case the background check would be minimal – since no member of the gentlemen’s club would risk his high social standing (and all members had a high social standing) by so closely associating with an untrustworthy person.

A typical evening visit to the club went along these lines: A member would arrive at the doorway of the club, where he would be greeted in the foyer by one of the clubs hosts, who would be standing behind a counter. The hallway leading into the rest of the club is always curtained off, just in case anyone should be outside the door in the street, so only the tastefully wood-paneled, somewhat dimly lit foyer is visible. As soon as the door to the outside closes the club member would proceed to remove his clothing. He would then hand them over to the host, who would put them into the member’s personal locker, in a discreet room off to one side of the foyer, and from which he would bring out the customer’s mask. The masks were an additional safety feature for the sake of the customers – one could never be absolutely sure that an undercover reporter or some such unsavory person had not infiltrated the club. Plus, it made interactions among the members less awkward if and when they met again outside the club. Each mask was unique, so as to identify the member to the staff while hiding anywhere between half to all of the member’s face, depending on the specifications zonguldak escort of the member.

Once the member disrobed and put on his mask, the host would step out from behind the counter, exposing his costume fully. While the top half of a club host’s costume was a tuxedo shirt, jacket and bow-tie, as befitting a gentlemen’s club serving-man, the lower half was more easily associated with a cowboy’s outfit in that it consisted of black leather chaps which enclosed his waist, thighs and calves while leaving his groin and buttocks completely exposed. The shoes were shiny black wingtips, matching the look of the top half – but few eyes ever traveled that far down. Invariable the host, aged about 25 to 40, would have a well endowed erection, and his anus and rectum would be lubricated, since club’s management understood that sometimes a customer would need to release some stress right at the door before moving on to the other activities available within the club.

Whether the customer avails himself to the body of his host or not, the member would then be led by the host to the main room – a large cabaret type room with many small tables and a stage at the back of the cavernous room. Meanwhile a new host would come to stand at the counter, awaiting other arrivals, while the previous host would serve as waiter for the member he’d greeted.

There was always a show on the stage, from the early evening till sometime after midnight, different acts taking place one after another. The type of performance varied from the theatrical, to song and dance, to magical acts; although the common feature was that they all invariably had an erotic sub-theme. Most nights there was a play, the most often performed being “Naughty School Boys Caught by Strict Headmaster”, “Innocent Farmboy Comes to the City” and other such simple stories where the action came fast and often, and plot and dialog were secondary at best. In the song and dance acts the performances were usually either fethiye escort a multi-dancer striptease or a copulation in which the participants sang as they fucked. The house magician had a small harem of young, scantily clad and comely assistants whom he would cause to disappear, only to find them in various places around the room in sexual congress with each other or a customer; or else he would cause unusually large objects to disappear and reappear out of their bodily orifices.

The members would be seated at a table, either alone or as a group, if they had so ordered in advance. There were two main types of seats available: padded or cushioned, where padded meant that the velvet cushion of the seat was replaced with a large sized, pre-greased dildo.

After being seated, the member would be given two menus – one with possible foodstuffs and drinks available that night, and another with the various activities available from the staff working that night. They would also be given the chance for a cocksucker to be brought to their table. Some members merely had a meal while watching the live entertainment, achieving release with the young man provided at the table, and left it at that. Others would look though the second menu, or, if they knew what they wanted, they simply told their host at once. The possibilities ran from a simple one-on-one session with a top or a bottom, to more complicated scenarios involving one or more of the club’s workers.

These activities usually took place above the main floor, where a long hallway on each of the three consecutive floors led to about a dozen rooms each. Some rooms were simply furnished: a bed, a chair and a mirror. Some were bigger and had more elaborate set-ups; a dungeon, high-school locker room, public men’s room (complete with working plumbing) and so on.

The club was open 24 hours, although most of its custom happened during the night time hours. During the day there were two men on call as hosts: one at the alanya escort desk by the door and a backup who carried a pager in case the first man was called away. Being the greeter/host during the day shift was considered a cushy but boring shift. Most men sat on the chair behind the desk with a vibrator pushed up their asshole to keep them amused and on edge, just in case a daytime customer should come in. Meanwhile, the backup of the day-host was free to go into the kitchen or other service areas and have intercourse with any other members of staff who were in the mood – and it was rather a given that if you worked at the club, in any capacity, you were not only inclined to have sex with other men, but were able and eager to do so at a moment’s notice.

In that respect, the kitchen staff were particularly well endowed; the kitchen not only had a five star chef, but many of his unique recipes made use of sperm, either as a filling, stuffing or sauce – so he only hired kitchen workers who could not only cook well, but were all able to ejaculate in great volume. And, of course, do so repeatedly throughout an evening.

If a customer should come in during the day, he would know that the kitchen and main room entertainments were not available, although a drink could be had in one of the rooms upstairs. It was understood that if a man came into the club during the day, he would be in a hurry and would not have time to appreciate the niceties that were enjoyed during an evening’s more leisurely visit. Most daytime visitors never made it past the entry-hall, immediately falling to their knees to suck on the host’s cock, bend the host over the desk and shove their own raging hard-ons into his hole, or pull down their pants to have their asses greased and quickly fucked to satiation, before adjusting their clothing back to normal and returning to the jobs they had briefly slipped away from.

The fees for the club were high, but the service was undeniably the best. The managerial staff thoroughly tested every job applicant – whether they were applying for a job as a waiter, stage-hand or some other position – having them first do a thorough blood test, and, if passing these with flying colors, an even more thorough test-ride under the critical eyes of the heads of the various departments.

This is the Club.

The management hopes you enjoy your visit. And do cum again.

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