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So long back story short: I got kicked out of my parents house and I went to my friend Frank’s house. i asked if i could stay there but was bummed because there was limited space there, his sister was moving back in with her kid. While we were talking his sister-in-law Kathy came to visit. Kathy was in her early 30s, married to Frank’s oldest brother Jim and your typical hot blonde. She was a huge cock teasing flirt. I had fantasies about her and jerked off to those a hundred times. If she thought you were cute she would drive you mad with her flirting, but only when Jim wasn’t around. No one ever tried to hook up with Kathy because Jim was a huge guy 6’4″ or so, a good 245 lbs of muscle, mean looking, tattooed biker with a handlebar mustache who spent nearly 10 years on prison.

Frank told Kathy about my plight. She smiled and said she and Jim had an empty bedroom in their trailer and I could stay there until i could figure out a better plan than sleeping in my car. That sounded great except for the fact that whenever I was alone with Jim he would make sexual remarks to me, how pretty i looked for a “boy”, etc and if I got close enough he would grab my ass or grab my arm and pull me into his lap. When I would “get away” he would laugh at me with his deep laugh. His hands were huge and rough and he made sure I knew I only got away because he let me. I tried to make the excuse that i just got fired and had only one check coming so I wouldn’t be able to help with the bills. Kathy said that would be enough to start and that it would be “fun” wink wink to have someone at home while Jim worked until 3am. He was s bouncer at a strip club. She had a super talent at being a cock teaser. I was hypnotized and my 20 year old cock was stiff and tenting in my pants.

“What will Jim say? Shouldn’t you ask him, make sure it’s okay?”

” Oh no worries there Jim likes you alot. We have talked about you and Frank’s other friends. He thinks you are funny and have potential. He won’t have any issues with you moving in. Trust me.” She smiles her sexy smile and then when Frank goes in the kitchen to help his mom she runs her hand over my thigh. I’m hooked.

We go outside with Frank, smoke a joint and then just like that I’m following her to her place. Mostly everything I own is packed in my car. When we arrive we move everything into the spare bedroom.

“See it’s perfect for you. You stay here for a bit until you can get on your feet and can get your own place. You can do things around here until you can chip in a little money.” Kathy smiles her devilish smile and gives me a hug. She squeezes her hot body against mine. I get an instant boner. She reaches down and feels it, then giggles.

“I can already tell you are going to love it here. Why don’t you roll us another joint, I’ll make us something to eat and we will put your stuff away.” So starts my summer with Kathy and Jim.

Jim got home from riding his “scooter” AKA Harley-Davidson Super Glide. Kathy clued him in on the situation and he seemed cool as hell; no jokes nothing.

That night I jerked off into my dirty tshirt while hearing their bed banging against the wall. Kathy just kept cumming loudly and finally Jim grunted and dumped his nutt in her. This went on every night, even when Jim came home from work at the strip club at 3am.

Another “no” to my interviewing for a job. It seems just walking out on a employer, doesn’t go over real well with potential new escort kadiköy employers. About 2 weeks into my stay, Im basically doing the housework and shopping for Kathy and Jim. Jim is being the old Jim from before I moved in. He’s all about dropping lines, overt sexual advances and suggestions about what he’ld do to me. Kathy would respond with a “Come on Jim thats not nice be a better person. Why act like an ape?”

Jim would respond with “Because Stevie (me) has a tight little ass that says come on in.” HA HA HA.!!!!

“Don’t listen to that Jerk.” Kathy would say while hugging and rubbing herself against me.

She would sit down snuggled up against Jim’s chest and I would sit there humiliated and cock hard. One evening Kathy and I were home watching TV and getting high and she came from the kitchen and sat down almost directly in my lap. I was tripping out. She looked at me directly in the eye, put a piece of a plum in her mouth and asked if i wanted some. I leaned in and got a that piece of plum from her mouth. It was the sweetest piece of fruit I ever tasted up until then. I nearly came in my pants. We start making out on the couch. Now I had girlfriends before, both of them very religious and I made out a bunch times with girls but I was a big whimp when it came to closing the deal. I was a virgin.

My mind was racing. Both my rock hard cock and heart felt like they were going to explode. My hands roamed over every part of Kathy. Her hand reached up under my shirt and ran over my stomach and chest. I felt her perfect tits through her bra. I reached around her back feeling for the release of her bra. She stopped me and said “It opens in the front for easy access.”

She opened her bra and let out a beautiful pair of soft, pert titties with hard pink nipples. Proof that she didn’t tan topless was her amazing bikini top tan line, pail milk white skin meeting the golden tan that she worked on just yesterday. I squeezed and sucked her tits. She moaned and squeezed my hardon. I ran my tongue along her neck and I kissed her deeply and she sucked my tongue. I couldn’t think of anything but wishing she would suck my cock.

“Oh no stop please stop.” Kathy said almost pleading. “Jim will kill you. You didn’t ask for permission.”

WTF, I should ask him for permission to fuck his wife? Would he let me? I might risk death I was so horny and desperate. I stared at her lost for words.

She then looked at me and said “I know I’ll just jerk you off. That way we aren’t having sex really and I can still show you I think your very handsome and I know you are super horny for me so it works out for us.”

I just stare at her like a dummy just nodding my head..”Sure that sounds cool to me if you dont mind.”

“Okay just pull your pants down or take them off.”

I jump up so fast she giggled. She takes my swollen 8″ cock and begins to stroke it while she cupped my balls. To my embarrassment I came in like three strokes. I shook and my knees trembled as I shot a huge wad of cum all over the living room. There was cum everywhere. She smiled at me. “If I knew it would be that fast I might have waited for a commercial instead of missing part of the show.”

I blushed in embarrassment.

“Oh dont feel bad baby. You have a very nice cock and cum alot. You will do better next time. Young guys take awhile before they get it together. You are young and handsome once I escort bayan teach you a thing or two all the girls your age will be all over you.” She smiled and gave me a kiss. “Now please a get a towel to clean up this little mess.”

I did as I was told. I felt completely stupid as I wiped my nutt from the coffee table, the carpet, the arm of Jim’s recliner and even a lampshade on the end table across the room.

When I was done Kathy came from her bedroom and said if I wanted she could jerk me off again once I was ready and we could work on my lasting longer. I just nodded my head and said something like I would love it. She kept her promise about a half hour later she tugged and pulled on my cock, edging me little by little. I squirmed and bit my lip doing my best to not disappoint her this time. She totally enjoyed toying with me and when she saw I couldn’t take anymore she had me cum into the hand towel. I nearly screamed as she jerked my balls dry. For the next week this went on each night that Jim was at work. I rushed to get the dinner dishes done so she could play with my cock and balls. I was totally addicted and willing to do anything she wanted me to as long as she gave me a handjob.

One night Kathy said she needed my help with something. I said I would do anything for her.

“Seriously you will help me out?”

“Of course youve been awesome to me. I think I love you.”

Kathy smiles “Silly boy you are just horny you’re not in love. I need to practice for my class. Would you be my study partner?”

“Of course that’s simple.”

Kathy laughs “I doubt you will be willing to help. I need you to let me practice different make up techniques on you. Its the next section in my cosmetology course.”

“Hhhmmm like in public or just here?”

“Silly boy just here.”

“Yeah thats cool as long as we can make out when you’re done.” she leans in and french kisses me. My dick gets hard instantly. In minutes she is trying different shades of eye shadow to see which matches my eyes and skin the best. When she’s done I get my reward, an amazing handjob while she sucks on my tongue.

We repeated this a few more times, going just a little bit further each time. We went from just eye shadow to full makeup, foundation, lipstick, mascara and even false eye lashes. One night during our makeup session Kathy asked if I would give her my honest opinion on some lingerie she just bought. Of course I agreed, just imagining how hot she would look. With all the hot nights of make out sessions and hand jobs I had never seen anything but her tits on that first night. She modeled a few sets of lingerie and my cock was thobbing. Somehow she convinced me to model them for her, she said it was because we were about the same size, 5’9″ and a thin 155lbs, and that way she could see for herself how they looked, because “don’t you know mirrors lie”.

“Which one did you like best? Start with that one.” she suggested. I chose a blue corset with black lace overlay with garters and sheer black stockings with seems up the back. I stripped out of my clothes. My cock was swollen and pointed straight out at her. She helped me get the corset adjusted and tightened. She sat behind me while she did so. When she turned me around my cock was pointing right at her face. She leaned in and gave it a “kiss”. She had never done anything but jerk it before. I almost came instantly.

“I just had too baby. You really have escort ataşehir a beautiful cock sweetie. One day it will make some girl very happy. Tonight it is going to make me happy.”

I thought OMG is tonight the night I lose my virginity? I was speechless.

“Which was your second favorite? I’ll put that one on and we can get a little deeper into our play session tonight.”

I chose a pink little camisole for her. She slipped into it and she looked even hotter than before.

She thanked me and said she hadn’t made out with a hot girl in so long she was thrilled I was willing to give her that. My hard on was twitching and throbbing as she slipped a thong over it.

“There we forgot the matching panties.” she smiled her wicked smile. “You look delicious, I wonder what you taste like.”

The head of my dick was sticking up out of the thong pointing at my stomach. She licked around the head and then took it into her mouth. She could tell I was about to cum, so she pulled away and held me there at the edge.

“Let me get us some wine and we can smoke again to make this super special.” She walked out of the room as my eyes were glued to that gorgeous ass of hers. My head was spinning I didn’t know how much more I could take.

Now that night Jim said he had an issue with his Harley so instead he took Kathy’s car. I figured out why that was in a quick minute. So I’m laying on the bed she shared with Jim, I’m smoking the rest of the joint we started, my cock is at full attention when she brings in our glasses of wine. She is also carrying a cold bottle of beer. At first that didn’t register. I’m looking at her come in the doorway when I hear “Well, well what do we have hear!?!” OH FUCK!

Jim came home! Damn he didn’t take Harley so I didn’t hear him come home.

I jump up and I’m ordered to “GET YOUR FUCKING ASS BACK DOWN, BEFORE I KILL YOU!!!”

I’m shaking like a leaf in a tree. I sit my ass down as fast as I can.

Kathy says “It’s okay baby, Jimmy wont hurt you anymore than you want him too. Will you sweetie? You like Stevie dont you?”

“I liked him alot more when he didn’t sleep in my house, eat my food, use my water and then tried to FUCK my wife!”

I try saying something about I’ll just get my things and go. When Jim says “No fucking way faggot. You owe me rent and board. And I know you don’t have two fucking pennies, bitch!”

Kathy sits next yo me on the bed and hands Jim his beer and me my wine. Then she says “Now Stevie Jim’s upset he feels betrayed right now. Trust to Jim is very, very important. He believes loyalty is the best trait anyone can have. You see he had me test you that first night that we kissed. If you hadn’t kissed me things would have gone another way but since that didn’t happen, well he had another plan. Be honest baby you enjoyed every second and to be honest I did too. Tonight is going to be great. I haven’t made out with a hot girl in ages. Jim loves watching me do that, I’m sure you won’t mind either, will you?” She touched my now deflated dick and it began to stir again.

I was scared to death. I didn’t have any words.

Then Jim says “Listen i could fucking destroy you and bury you somewhere. Is that what you want? Or do you want to earn back my trust and earn your keep here?”

Wow what a choice. Have this mountain of muscle break my neck or try to make it out of this alive. Geez let’s see..

“I didn’t mean to fuck up, I’m sorry Jim, I really am.”

“Fuck that liar! And from now on I’m Daddy Jim to you, you fucking sissy faggot look at you painted up like a hooker and dressed like one too. Yeah you are going to earn your keep thats for sure.” ……To be continued in chapter 2, see you soon.

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PREFACE

All characters in this story are either 18 years old or older.

Hi everyone, this is my first ever story submitted to this site. I’ve always been a hobby writer, but I’ve never really tried to write erotica before.

6th Symphony is meant to be a slow burn, drama heavy story. If that’s not your cup of tea that’s totally fine, but I really wanted to focus on the relationships and teen drama with this one.

This first part is more of an introduction to the story’s flow and characters. It doesn’t feature any real erotic content aside from some very slightly spicy descriptions.

The second part will feature the first sexual scenes and it will be done very soon.

My goal is to have it evolve into a harem story of sorts while giving it a fun twist to try to avoid the shortcomings of similar stories in the genre.

I feel like this isn’t needed, but English isn’t my first language. I welcome all feedback in the comments, just be nice when you tear me a new one lol.

Enough rambling, I’ll let the writing speak for itself, enjoy!

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A breeze drifted through my window, rustling the curtains. Shadows flickered as the moonlight filtered in.

I sighed. I could barely move. My body felt like it would rather rot in this bed than do anything ever again. Was it my fault? Did I really mess things up this badly?

My phone’s screen suddenly lit up, its glow blinding in the darkness. The vibration rattled through the mattress, deafening in the silence. I lazily glanced over. A text from Lena. Then another. Then another.

“Are you home already???”

“How did it go?”

“Alex!!!!!!”

“I told you to call me and tell me how it went!”

“I haven’t heard from you in 4 hours.”

“You’re worrying me, Alex.”

I wanted to reply, but I couldn’t even lift my arm. What would Lena think? Would she take my side? Would she hate me?

I hated feeling sorry for myself, but I’d never dealt with something like this before. I was scared.

The screen dimmed again, the notifications left unanswered.

Time blurred. The only sounds were the crickets outside, my mom’s TV downstairs, and my own breathing.

Just as sleep crept in, my phone jolted me awake. An incoming call–Lena. The vibration drilled into my skull.

What was I doing? My best friend was worried, and I was just lying here, useless. A surge of energy forced me to move. I grabbed my phone and answered, sitting up against the headboard.

Static, then her voice–familiar, grounding, but laced with worry.

“Alex… Did something happen?”

She was worried sick. I felt awful for making her feel like this.

For a moment, I forgot to reply, just listening to her. Every word felt like a bandage on my fractured spirit.

I sighed. Where to even start? What to say? Overthinking wouldn’t change what had happened.

“Yeah. It… it didn’t go well.” My voice was thin, on the verge of breaking.

My heart pounded, my skin burned. I had to tell her. If I held it in, I’d spiral.

“What do you mean? What happened? Are you okay?” Her tone shifted–less frantic, more focused, determined to understand.

A tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, Lena. Don’t worry. I’m not hurt. Nothing happened to me.”

I was dodging, my words skirting the truth.

A deep breath on the other end. Then, her voice–relieved, sincere. “I’m really glad, Alex. You really had me worried.” A pause. Then, more hesitantly, “So… what happened? Is Val okay?”

Hearing her name made me wince. Focus, Alex. Communicate. Lena is my friend. If I don’t talk about it, this will just fester.

“Well… everything was great tonight. The restaurant was nice, we talked and laughed. Later, we were just sitting in the park and… she kissed me. I wasn’t against it–she seemed really into it. After making out for a bit, she invited me to her place. She didn’t say much, but the implication was clear. I was nervous.”

I paused, took a breath, and closed my eyes. Continued.

“We got to her room. She was into it, having fun. It made me happy. I was probably more nervous than she was–at least, more than she looked. I even apologized, said we could take things slow. I didn’t want her to feel pressured, especially since it was my first time.”

As I replayed the night in my head, my voice caught. Tears welled up. I sobbed.

“Please, listen to me. It’s fine. Whatever happened, I’m almost certain it’s not your fault, okay?” Lena’s voice was steady, sure. Her confidence seeped into me.

“I… after I got on top and moved in to kiss her… her face just… changed.” My voice cracked. “She looked so scared, Lee. Terrified.”

“Alex…”

“She started screaming. Kicking me.” I fought the tears, tried to push through. Get it over with, like ripping off a bandage.

“Alex, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me everything. Listen, I know it’s late, but I’m coming over.”

I heard her moving, keys jingling.

I couldn’t speak. She escort yakacık continued.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ll be there soon. Just hang in there.”

I sobbed into my pillow. I felt… dirty. What had I done wrong? Did I hurt her? Did she feel forced? Her face kept flashing in my mind. I felt like a monster.

Headlights swept across my room. A car pulled into the driveway. A knock at the door. Muffled voices–my mom questioning Lena, then silence. Footsteps on the stairs.

A soft knock. “Can I come in?”

Lena’s voice. She sounded… sorry.

I peeled my damp face from my pillow, cleared my throat. “Yeah. Please.” My voice was weak, small.

The door opened, and for a second, she was just a silhouette against the hallway light. My eyes adjusted. She stepped inside, closed the door, sat on the bed next to me. Her hand rested on my back, warm, grounding.

Lena was always beautiful, but tonight, she looked like an angel sent to mend me. Her dark, wavy hair framed her face, silvered by the moonlight. One eye visible–hazel, soft, full of sympathy.

For a moment, we just looked at each other. Her hand traced slow circles against my back.

“Do…” She hesitated. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Did I? Honestly, I just wanted a distraction. Having her here helped more than words could.

“Maybe later.” I lay back, one hand on my forehead. Her hand retreated. She sat a little too formally. “Let’s just talk about something else for now.”

Her eyes wandered around my room. Then they landed on something.

“Is that… your Game Boy?” She stood, walked to my desk, and picked up the old console. A huge smile spread across her face. For a second, it made me forget everything.

“I thought you’d have thrown this away or forgotten about it.” She giggled, flipping it over in her hands.

I sat up. “It doesn’t get much use, but I’d never throw it away.” A small smile tugged at my lips.

We met in middle school. I’d brought that Game Boy to recess, and some older kids teased me. Lena had stepped in, no hesitation. When I asked why, she just said her mom taught her to stand up for people.

“Right, you probably have a lot of memories with this thing.” She sat back down, still fiddling with it.

I hesitated. “It’s not really about the memories.”

She tilted her head. “Huh?”

“I guess… It’s a symbol of our friendship. If I hadn’t brought it that day, maybe we wouldn’t have met.”

I avoided her gaze, embarrassed by the vulnerability.

When I finally looked at her, she was smiling. Warm, understanding.

“That’s… really sweet.” She held the Game Boy in both hands, thoughtful.

Silence stretched. Then, suddenly, she hugged me.

Her hair smelled sweet, citrusy. I held her back. Seconds passed. Then a minute.

Against my shoulder, she murmured, “I’m really glad to be your friend, Alex. I’m so sorry about what happened to you. I can’t help but feel a little responsible.” Her voice wavered. A quiet sob.

Hearing it hurt. But right now, my feelings didn’t matter. My friend needed me just as much as I needed her.

“Don’t.” I tightened my arms around her. “You’ve never hurt me.”

Lena didn’t let go right away. Neither did I.

Her arms around me were warm, steady, safe. For the first time since the night started, my thoughts weren’t eating me alive. I just felt… here. Present.

Eventually, she pulled back, just enough to look at me. Her eyes flickered across my face, reading something in it I wasn’t sure I even understood myself.

“Alex,” she said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

I nodded. I did know that. And yet, there was a part of me that still hesitated, that wanted to pretend I was fine, that I could just push through this on my own. But I couldn’t.

I exhaled. “I don’t know what to do, Lena.” My voice was small. “I keep replaying it. Thinking about what I should’ve done differently.”

She shook her head. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But she was scared.” The words scraped out of me. “She looked at me like–like I was some kind of threat.”

Lena’s brows pulled together, and she reached for my hand, holding it between hers. “Alex. You’re the least threatening person I know. You would never hurt anyone, and she probably knows that too. Maybe… maybe it wasn’t about you.”

I swallowed hard, staring at the space between us. “Then why does it feel like it was?”

Lena didn’t answer right away. She just held my hand, grounding me.

After a moment, she spoke again, softer this time. “I don’t have all the answers. But I do know that beating yourself up over this won’t help. You’re not alone, okay? I’ll be here. No matter what.”

Something in me cracked. I didn’t realize I was crying again until Lena squeezed my hand.

Neither of us spoke after that. The room was quiet, except for the occasional rustling of the trees outside my window.

Lena sat bayan escort istanbul with me for a long time. Long enough for the weight in my chest to feel a little less suffocating. Long enough for my breathing to slow.

At some point, I shifted, rubbing my face. “I probably look like a mess.”

She smiled, just a little. “You always look like a mess.”

A weak laugh slipped out of me, and I caught the way her eyes softened at the sound.

That was Lena. Always knowing exactly what I needed, even when I didn’t.

“Hey… Do you want me to stay?” she asked softly.

The question caught me off guard. I blinked at her, my mind sluggish from exhaustion and everything that had happened. “Stay?”

“Yeah. I don’t really want to leave you alone right now.” Her voice was steady, but there was a tenderness in it, something beyond just concern.

I swallowed. “I mean… if you want to.”

Lena gave me a look, one that said she wasn’t buying my weak attempt at indifference. “Alex.” Her fingers curled slightly against my sleeve. “Do you want me to stay?”

The words felt heavy in my chest. Want. Did I want her to stay? The answer was obvious, but saying it out loud felt like exposing something raw. I took a breath.

“…Yeah.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Okay. Let me just call my dad real quick.”

She shifted off the bed and pulled her phone from her pocket. I watched as she stepped near the window, her free hand playing with the hem of her hoodie while the call rang.

“Hey, Dad,” she said, lowering her voice. “I’m at Alex’s. Something happened, and he’s having a rough night. Can I stay over?” A pause. “Yeah, his mom’s home.”

I sat up a little, suddenly realizing I hadn’t even thought about asking my mom. I glanced at the door, but the house was quiet. She’d probably already gone to bed.

Lena hummed in response to something her dad said, then added, “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. He really needs me right now.”

We had been friends for years. Even though we were never really part of the same friend groups and hardly shared any classes, we still found ways to see each other. Most of our time together was spent one-on-one–when we were younger, that meant playing in a park somewhere, but as we got older, it became long afternoons at our usual spot, talking for hours.

I think both Lena and I understood, even if only subconsciously, that our friendship was different. At our age, it wasn’t common to have someone you could confide in so earnestly.

We talked about everything–our ambitions, our fears, what made us anxious, what made us happy. No one else in the world knew me as well as she did, and I tried my hardest to be that person for her, too.

But there was one thing we never talked about–intimacy. Or sex. No matter how close we were, it always felt like a line I shouldn’t cross. And she never gave me a reason to believe she wanted to, either.

That’s why it caught me off guard when I found out from a friend that Lena had been seeing some guy from her class. The jealousy hit me before I could even process it–something that, at the time, had surprised no one more than myself. I’d never thought of her as anything other than my best friend.

It wasn’t that I didn’t realize Lena was attractive. Objectively, I knew she was. But my brain knew better than to let myself look at her that way. Not when it could mean the end of the one relationship that mattered most to me.

In the end, I had to accept it–Lena was going to live her life, and I had no right to step between her and whoever she wanted to be with.

Still, things got weird after she and that guy–Joel–started getting serious. He didn’t like that she spent time alone with me, which, if I was being fair, I could understand. But that didn’t change how much it pissed me off. He was a stranger who had suddenly inserted himself into her life and was trying to push me out of it.

Then one day, she just… disappeared. Stopped texting me, stopped coming to our usual spot. At first, I told myself not to overthink it, but as the days passed, I started to worry. Had he convinced her to cut me off? Had she just… gone along with it?

It wasn’t until we saw each other at school the next Monday that she finally spoke to me.

During the time she had been seeing Joel, she hadn’t been herself–something in her was dimmed. But that morning, when she came jogging down the hall to meet me, her face lit up in a way I hadn’t seen in months.

They had “broken up.” Though, honestly, I wasn’t even sure if they had ever officially been together in the first place.

I was relieved. Happy, even. But she never told me why it ended. She was so dodgy about it that I stopped asking, and eventually, we just never talked about it again.

As she leaned against the window frame, moonlight catching in her hair like something out of a painting, I caught myself looking at her. It wasn’t the first time. And realistically, it wouldn’t escort bağdat caddesi be the last.

Lena was my type. Tall, with long, elegant strides. Confident in a way that made her stand out in any crowd. She dressed in a way that was both fashionable and feminine, never shying away from tight clothing or showing skin when she felt like it.

Her waist curved smoothly down her long torso before widening at her hips. Her legs were thick and soft, yet still toned and shapely. And her chest… well, it had probably been fantasized about by every straight guy at our school. Not because of sheer size, but because of their shape–perfectly full and round, fitting her frame effortlessly. She knew it, too.

I still don’t know how I managed to keep myself from ever pushing things further between us. Maybe I was too inexperienced to even know where to start.

I forced myself back to reality. Lena was still standing by the window, fidgeting with her hoodie as she spoke into the phone.

She looked kind of messy tonight–not that I had given her much time to get all dressed up. But messy looked good on her. Her dark hair, always so effortlessly wavy, bounced slightly when she moved. Her small, delicate hands barely peeked out from the oversized hoodie sleeves.

I was starting to lose myself in thought again when she let out a small breath of relief.

“Thanks, Dad. Love you.”

She ended the call and turned back to me, smiling. “All good.”

I exhaled, a tension I hadn’t noticed easing from my shoulders. “Thanks, Lena.”

She shrugged like it was nothing, but the way she looked at me said otherwise. “Anytime.”

She moved back to the bed, tucking her legs under her as she sat beside me. “Alright,” she said, nudging me lightly with her knee. “You got an extra blanket, or are we gonna have to fight over yours?”

A small chuckle slipped out before I could stop it. It wasn’t much, but it felt… nice.

Lena grinned. “There we go. Knew I’d get a smile out of you.”

And just like that, the weight on my chest didn’t feel quite as suffocating.

She shifted slightly, adjusting her hoodie, and for the first time ever, I really looked at her. Not just as my best friend, but as… her.

She was still dressed like she had been earlier–an oversized hoodie, leggings, sneakers, the usual casual but effortlessly put-together Lena look. But something about it felt different now. Maybe it was the way the dim light softened her features, how her long hair, slightly messy from the night, cascaded over her shoulders. Or maybe it was just me.

I swallowed, suddenly too aware of how close she was.

Before tonight, I’d always had an invisible barrier in my mind when it came to Lena. It wasn’t hard to maintain–I had no experience, no frame of reference for how attraction felt in action. She was Lena, my best friend, the one constant in my life.

But now? After everything with Valerie–kissing, touching, the unspoken weight of something more–I couldn’t unsee the physicality of it all. My brain wouldn’t let me.

I glanced down. Her bare knee, where her leggings had ridden up slightly, rested only inches from mine. The soft, smooth curve of it, the way her skin caught the light–it was nothing, really. But I noticed it. I noticed her.

I cleared my throat. “Uh, yeah. I think I have an extra blanket in the closet.” I moved to get up, but she grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

“Wait.” She hesitated, chewing her lip, before gesturing to herself. “I didn’t bring anything to sleep in. I wasn’t exactly planning on a sleepover.”

Right. That was another problem.

I scratched the back of my neck, suddenly flustered. “Oh. Yeah. Uh…” My brain scrambled for solutions. “I mean, you could borrow something of mine?”

She gave me a dubious look. “Alex, no offense, but I don’t think I’d be very comfortable sleeping in jeans and a hoodie two sizes too big.”

Fair point.

I stood up, rifling through my drawers, trying to ignore the fact that I was actively selecting clothes for her to sleep in. Everything I owned was basically a hoodie and jeans, but there were a few things that could work. I pulled out an old T-shirt–soft, worn-in, loose enough that it wouldn’t feel constricting. Then, after a second of hesitation, I grabbed a pair of my sweatpants.

I turned to hand them to her, but she was already standing, arms crossed. “Do you have a spare toothbrush?”

Crap. Right.

“Uh, yeah, I think we have some extra ones in the bathroom cabinet,” I said, setting the clothes on the bed. “Come on, I’ll get you one.”

She followed me down the hall, the quiet of the house making every little movement seem louder. My mom had gone to bed, but her bedroom door was slightly open, the blue glow of her iPad flickering inside, she probably fell asleep watching one of her Korean shows. I stepped lightly past it, leading Lena to the bathroom.

I dug through the cabinet, eventually pulling out a still-packaged toothbrush and handing it to her. “Here.”

“Thanks.” She took it, then glanced up at me, her expression shifting into something unreadable. “You okay?”

I blinked. “Huh?”

She tilted her head. “You’re acting… weird.”

I forced a laugh. “I mean, considering the night I’ve had, I think I’m allowed to be a little weird.”

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I do enjoy sitting on a bench on Calton Hill looking over the centre of Edinburgh. Since retiring last year I come here a couple of days a week while my wife is at work. I bring a book but am often distracted by the view. Most of the other folk here are tourists but there are a few regulars like myself.

One of them cannot be much more than 19 and, judging by the books he takes from his rucksack when he sits down, I assume he is a student. I have seen him three or four times and now we acknowledge each other with a smile. But today he has sat down on the same bench as me. I introduce myself as Robert and he tells me his name is Duncan. We chat amicably.

I discover that he is studying English Literature. We are on common ground, I tell him, as I too studied English Literature many years ago and used to own a bookshop in Bristol before I sold it ten years ago to a well known bookshop chain. We talk for half an hour or so and then I tell him that I am going to have a light lunch at the café at Holyrood Palace and ask him if he would like to join me. He does and we walk down the hill towards the Palace. There is a cemetery on the way and I suggest we take a short cut through it. As we walk through the entrance I notice a guy standing just inside looking along the path ahead. We follow that path, walking past a row of mausoleums. There are a couple of guys lingering and my mind drifts back six months when, on a whim, I met a guy from Fabguys in the mausoleum on the far corner. I do not mention this to Duncan.

But Duncan has noticed them and he asks me what they might be doing. I tell him they are cruising. He looks puzzled and I tell him they are looking for guys. They are gay or bi and this is one of several places they meet in Edinburgh. The interiors of the mausoleums are out of sight. We approach escort dudullu the corner and I point out the mausoleum in the corner. ‘Let’s have a look’ I say and walk towards the entrance. Duncan hesitates but follows me and bumps into me as I stop because two guys are already there, one on his knees with the other guy’s cock deep in his mouth.

Duncan looks open mouthed as I apologise to the two guys for disturbing them. We retrace our steps and carry on walking to the café. Duncan says nothing. At the café we order sandwiches and a glass of wine each. I tell Duncan that I had not expected anyone to be in there but they will not be the only ones there today. I ask him if he was shocked. ‘No, just surprised’ he responds. ‘Not your scene? I ask. He says nothing.

But then he looks at me and says that a few days ago he had been reading a book by Alan Hollingshurst and there were some passages that aroused him and he had begun to wonder if he was gay. I ask if has been tempted to experiment and he replies by telling me he is too nervous and would not know how to start. ‘Would you like some help?’ I ask. I reveal that since I was 40 I had been meeting men occasionally and very discreetly for sex. It was something I just accepted. I was not concerned whether I was gay or bi. I just enjoyed physical intimacies with men, not all of them by any means, but with a man I found pleasant company and who stimulated me.

‘Think about it’ I say, and I put my hand on his arm. I see his response in his eyes. He says nothing but he does not move his arm as he feels my fingers on his skin. This is not something I had planned. I had enjoyed meeting Duncan and talking. But now, he is a young man I desire, and I smile at him.

‘Can we talk about this somewhere in private?’ he asks. istanbul bayan escort I tell him that he would be welcome at my place but my wife is home. In a couple of days she will be in Newcastle visiting her mother. ‘What about your place?’ I ask. He tells me that he has his own room, en-suite, but there are always fellow students around in the lobby, in the corridors. I recognise the problem but suggest that I could be his uncle. I can carry off that role with confidence and conviction.

I let him think about this as I stroke his arm discreetly. I recall a moment many years ago when an elderly man did something similar to me, fingertips on my arm and then his hand resting on my thigh, unsettling me, arousing me. I remember how I wanted him to touch my aching cock. Later that day his fingers were all over it as were his lips.

I knew that Duncan would be having similar feelings. Without looking at me he said ‘It should be OK’ and stands up, indicating the way towards his student residence.

It takes us ten minutes. We walk in silence. The entrance hall is empty and we take the lift to the fifth floor and I stand close into him and let my hand brush against his bottom. Inside the room I take the initiative straight away and put my hands on his face, lean forward and kiss him on his lips, ever so gently. He closes his eyes and I feel a slight pressure on my lips and I feel sure that he wishes to continue. I put one hand on his back and pull him into me and I can feel his cock swollen inside his trousers. He will be able to feel mine too.

Both my hands move down to his bottom and as I fondle each buttock his lips part and my tongue slips between them finding his tongue and we are kissing more intently, his inhibitions gone. We move towards his bed and, still standing, escort kozyatağı I pull his tee shirt over his head and begin to kiss his chest and his nipples, undoing his trouser belt as I do His head is back as I push his zip down and then his trousers and underpants. And then he is naked. I push him gently onto the bed and look at him as lays there stretched out on his back. It has been a long time since I have been in such an intimate situation with a 19 year old and my eyes feast on his body, his unblemished smooth skin, almost hairless. His arms are above his head, one leg bent and his cock hard, waiting for my attention.

I undress myself as he looks at me. I take my shirt off first and then my trousers and underpants, almost theatrically revealing my own cock, also hard and erect and leaking pre-cum. All the while he is looking at me. I kneel on the bed and begin to stroke his legs, running my hands up from his calves, his inner thighs and then just touch his balls. He spreads his legs wider and I bend down and breathe on his cock, my mouth an inch or two away and his groin moves as he feels the warmth of my breath. I wait a minute or two until I put my lips on his cock, just kissing it and then letting my tongue slide along it upwards to his glans. I take it gently in my mouth. He moans as my lips enclose it and I begin to move them up and down. I know from experience the exquisite sensations he is now feeling and I also know that he will be feeling the irresistible urge to ejaculate.

But, I want to hold that back for a while. I take my mouth off his cock and lay full length on top of him. His legs are wide open and mine rest on the bed between them, our cocks pressing together. I hold his hands above his head and kiss him again, gently pressing my cock against his. I let him enjoy this moment. I am on top of him and I can sense his feeling of abandonment, his desire to be made love to, the urge to offer himself to me.

For five minutes we lay like this, kissing and moving our bodies together. All the while he moans and murmurs quietly, his eyes sometimes closed and sometimes open.

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Gemeinsam machten sich die beiden auf den Weg. Kaum waren sie außer Sicht- und Hörweite meine Sepp.

“Lauf einfach einen Schritt hinter mir, dann ist nicht sofort was zu sehen, dieses Spiel macht er gern, wenn du den richtigen Hüftschwung drauf hast, geht’s auch ganz gut, solltest du mal üben.”

Gleich machte er vor, wie er es meinte. Mit einem Wackler seiner Hüften erreichte er, das der inzwischen nicht mehr ganz so steife Penis nicht mehr nach oben zeigte und auch nicht mehr so offensichtlich sichtbar war, dass der Hosenstall offen war. Hans versuchte das auch, aber das misslang völlig, so das sein Schwanz jetzt halb heraushing. Unauffällig versuchte er hinter ihm zu gehen. Zum Glück waren nicht viele Leute unterwegs, so das es erstmal nicht auffiel. Das änderte sich erst am Bahnhof, an dem sie vorbei mussten. Gerade schien ein ICE angekommen zu sein und eine Masse aus Leuten strömte aus dem Bahnhof und verteilte sich auf dem Vorplatz in alle Richtungen.

“Keine Angst, bleib einfach stehen, ich stelle mich vor dich.”

Gesagt getan. Plötzlich kamen von der Seite ein paar Halbstarke, vielleicht vierzehn Jahre alt.

“Eh guckt euch mal die Schwuchteln an” grölte der Anführer. Weiter kam er nicht.

In Sepp ging plötzlich eine Verwandlung vor. Ohne die Deckung für Hans zu verlassen, baute er sich vor dem Schreihals auf:

“Verpiss dich du Schlappschwanz” kam es trocken mit einer erschreckend klingenden Autorität. “Sonst sag ich deiner Mami, dass du mit ‘Schwuchteln’ rumturtelst.”

So wie er dabei das Wort Schwuchteln betonte, klang es nicht so, als ob er sich selbst meinte. Ohne ein weiteres Wort zog die kleine Gruppe ab.

“Cool” meinte Hans. “Jaja gelernt ist gelernt, wie, das erzähl ich dir vielleicht später. Los jetzt.”

Als sie in der Wohnung ankamen, zeigte Hans, ganz Gastgeber, Sepp kurz die Räume unten und dann sein eigenes Reich. Schick hast du es hier, soviel Platz hätte ich auch gern. Dann fiel ihm die Webcam auf.

“Hm die steht nicht gut, da bekommst du Ärger.” Dann grinste er, und deutete auf seine Hose: “Du kannst übrigens jetzt deine Hose wieder richtig anziehen.” feuerrot anlaufend fummelte er an seiner Hose rum, bis alles verstaut war.

“Ich nehme mal an, Geld spielt keine Rolle, oder?”

Hans nickte.

“Ich kenn da jemanden.”

Auf einer Page bestellten sie 4 weitere Webcams die W-Lan gesteuert werden konnten, nebst Fernbedienung.

“OK, das können wir in 30 Minuten abholen, wir sollten noch schnell deine Mails checken. Wann kommt übrigens deine Mutter?”

“Die kommt erst Montag wieder, wahrscheinlich, kann aber auch etwas eher oder eher später sein, who knows. Eine Mail ist angekommen, hier.” Ablenkungsmanöver pur. Darüber wollte er jetzt gar nicht sprechen. Gemeinsam öffneten sie das Postfach.

Eine Mail war drin.

‘Hallo ihr zwei.

Ihr werdet euch jetzt umziehen. Jeder bekommt die Klamotten des jeweils anderen, Schuhe ausgenommen. Das Ganze tragt ihr die nächsten 2 Stunden.’

Seufzend zog sich Sepp aus, fassungslos sah Hans ihm zu, mit welcher Selbstverständlichkeit der sich vor der Cam auszog. Mit Blick auf die Kamera verkniff er sich jeden Kommentar und zog sich ebenfalls aus. Der Klamottenwechsel war für den etwas kleineren Hans kein Problem, die Klamotten waren etwas lang, passten aber im Großen und Ganzen. Der Haken kam erst, als er ein paar Schritte ging. Die Hose rutschte ziemlich tief und gab einen kleinen Teil seines Schambereich wieder.

“Da wirst du langsam laufen müssen, sonst wird es eng.”

Bei Sepp sah es ein wenig anders aus, die Sachen saßen ziemlich eng, da er keine Unterhose trug war sein Schwanz gut zu erkennen. Mit einem Zucken der Schultern nahm er es zur Kenntnis.

“OK wir müssen los, unser Laden schließt sonst. Hast du ein Auto zur Hand? Erspart uns die Bahn.”

“Na klar, komm.” Beide verließen wieder die Wohnung. Vor einem Smart hielt Hans an. “Hier ist meine Kiste, steig ein.”

“Hm, nett, aber große Fenster, das wird gefährlich. Ich sag dir, wo wir lang müssen.”

Während er losfuhr fragte Hans:

“Sag mal, ist Thomas schwul oder warum macht er so was, der Rest der Gang kuscht doch auch nur vor ihm, oder?”

“Ne schwul isser nicht, hat auch ne feste Freundin, soviel ich weiß, da ist er auch ganz brav, ich glaube er ergötzt sich nur daran, wie andere ihre Grenzen überschreiten oder sich blamieren. Das gibt ihm ein Gefühl escort acıbadem von Macht, und da kommt Sexualität ziemlich gut. Hast du eigentlich ne Freundin?”

“Nö, bin doch gerade hierher gekommen in dieses Dorf, außerdem, ach ich weiß nicht – irgendwie kann ich den ganzen Hype nicht verstehen, der darum gemacht wird. Und du?”

“Hier links, abbiegen – und schon sind wir da”, enthob das Erreichen des Zieles ihn einer Aussage.

Der Laden war klein, abgelegen in einer Nebenstraße. Ein Wunder, das sich so etwas überhaupt halten kann, dachte Hans noch, als er auch schon erkannte, wer der Verkäufer war. Es war Torben, einer aus seiner Klasse, bisher eigentlich nur als Schatten von Thomas in Erscheinung getreten.

“Willkommen in meinem kleinen Laden, womit kann ich dienen” grinste er, als ob er das nicht genau wüsste.

“Hi Torben, ich habe dir vorhin eine Bestellung geschickt…” begann Sepp.

“Yep, habe ich gesehen, ich habe aber was Besseres. Kostet nicht wirklich mehr ist aber ultracool.

Webcams der neuesten Generation, natürlich mit W-Lan, kommen mit ziemlich wenig Licht aus. dazu eigener Bewegungsmelder, der automatisch die Kamera, die es betrifft answitcht. Übersteuern lässt sich das mit einem Controller, der sich übers Internet steuern lässt, damit kannst du oder jemand anderes, die Anlage steuern und ausrichten.”

“Ich weiß nicht, soviel Kontrolle wollte er eigentlich nicht abgeben.”

“Ich bin mir sicher, wüsste Thomas von diesem neuen Spielzeug, wäre er begeistert.”

“Jaja schon klar, wir haben es verstanden, wir nehmens”, mischte sich Sepp ein, offensichtlich hatte er es eilig hier wieder raus zu kommen.

“Na nicht so schnell, erstmal wird getestet, soviel Service muss sein.”

Mit diesen Worten holte er eine Kamera hervor und verdunkelte ein wenig das Geschäft. “Hier schaut mal, wie toll das aussieht.”

Und tatsächlich, das Bild war gut zu erkennen.

“Lass uns mal sehen, wie das mit den Details geht. Unterhosenkontrolle!”

Seufzend öffnete Sepp seine Hose und zeigte, das er nix drunter hatte. Hans reagierte nicht, schaute nur fasziniert zu.

“Ey kennst du die Regeln nicht?” schnauzte ihn Torben an.

Da machte es Klick. Widerwillig öffnete er seine Hose und zeigte seinen Schwanz. Auf dem Bild war alles deutlich zu erkennen. Zufrieden nickte Torben, als ihm plötzlich eine Idee kam. Er machte den Laden wieder hell, so das man von außen reinsehen konnte.

“Los, bring den Schwanz von Hans zum Stehen, ohne deine Hände zu benutzen.” befahl er. Schockiert sah Hans Sepp an. Sepp sah fragend zurück und Hans nickte kaum merklich. Jedoch noch bevor er mit den Lippen seinen Schwanz berührt hatte, hatte sich diese schon steil aufgestellt. Etwas enttäuscht blicke Torben.

“OK, das reicht, hier euer Krempel, installiert bekommt ihr das ja sicher alleine.”

Mit diesen Worten lies er sie stehen. Wortlos zogen sie ihre Hosen hoch und verließen den Laden.

“Torben ist ein Arschloch. Ein totales Weichei, der nur die Macht von Thomas ausnutzt, sobald er kann. Er hat mit Thomas die Gang gegründet, also nie auch nur eine Aufgabe erfüllt. Zumindest kann man sich bei ihm, wie auch allen anderen darauf verlassen, das sie das Vertrauen nicht missbrauchen von der Webcam abgesehen wird nichts dauerhaft öffentlich werden.”

Daran hatte Hans ja noch überhaupt nicht gedacht. War ja nun auch egal.

Wieder in der Wohnung angekommen, bauten sie die Anlage auf und errichteten Kameras im gesamten Bereich des Jugendlichen. je eine Kamera zeigte sein Zimmer und eine explizit sein Bett, sein Bad, die Küche und das Gästezimmer, sorgsam versteckt und den Korridor. Da seine Mutter nie auf die Idee kommen würde hier raufzugehen, war das auch gänzlich unproblematisch. Kaum waren sie angeschlossen, kam auch schon eine Mail, verbunden mit der Aufforderung, die Zugangscodes rauszugeben.

Wenige Minuten später kam eine weitere Mail:

Damit du es nicht so schwer hast, hier ein kleines Programm, das dir alle 5 Minuten sagt, wie viele Zuschauer du hast. Wenn du es nicht hören willst, schalt einfach deine Lautsprecher aus.

Später am Abend, Hans war endlich allein und lag im Bett, kam ihm das ganze so unwirklich vor. Auf was hatte er sich da nur eingelassen, komplette überwacht, praktisch ausgeliefert und mit noch 4 offenen Aufgaben, eigentlich wäre es zum Wegkriechen, istanbul eskort wäre da nicht Sepp…

Mit Blick auf die Kameras, die auf ihn gerichtet waren, entschied sich der Junge das Onanieren heute wegzulassen, sondern legte sich nur nackt in sein Bett. Noch kurz machte er die Lautsprecher an. Nach wenigen Sekunden kam eine Ansage: 28.

Er glaubte zu träumen? 28 Menschen sahen ihm beim Schlafen zu? schnell bedeckte er sich ein wenig und beschloss trotzdem zu schlafen.

4

Am nächsten morgen wachte Hans mürrisch und unausgeschlafen auf. An die Kameras dachte er nicht. Unter der Dusche wurden seine Lebensgeister langsam geweckt, und er begann ein wenig an sich herumzuspielen. In dem Augenblick ging sein Blick, wie zufällig auf die Kamera, die er gestern angebracht hatte, garantiert wurde er jetzt aus dem Bad übertragen. Er beschloss die Dusche zu beenden und band sich ein Handtuch um. Als er den Lautsprecher anstellte und die Zahl 80 gemeldet bekam, glaubte er zu träumen.

Werbung machen das konnte Thomas offensichtlich.

Heute hatte er nur 3 Stunden und dann 3 Stunden Sport, das sollte kein Problem sein. Als er seine Turnhose einpackte, kamen ihm daran Zweifel. Die Hose war nicht die neueste und bestand noch nicht aus 2 Teilen, also Einlage und Hose, sondern war einfach und dünn geschnitten, er musste unbedingt einkaufen gehen, heute klappte das aber nicht mehr. Er entschied sich, dafür ein extra großes Trikot mitzunehmen, irgendwo hatte er doch noch so ein altes XL-Teil, ah ja “Union Berlin”. Kurz musst er schmunzeln, ein Willkommensgeschenk damals und das ihm als alten Dynamo Dresden-Fan. Er hatte es bisher nie getragen, aber der Zweck heiligt bekanntlich die Mittel.

Angekommen in der Schule war sonst alles normal. Nach den 3 Stunden, die unterrichtet wurden, kam der Sport. nach dem Warmlaufen teilte ihm der Trainer, ein gesetzter Mittvierziger mit, das an dieser Schule keine Trikots erlaubt seien, um die Unabhängigkeit zu gewährleisten. Er solle es ausziehen.

“so ein Schwachsinn” brabbelte er vor sich hin, zog ab das Shirt aus. In der Hose – selbstverständlich ohne Unterhose – war sein Schwanz deutlich zu erkennen. Der Lehrer zog nur die Stirn kraus sagte, aber nichts. Nachdem sie eine Stunde mit Bockspringen und ähnlich netten Tätigkeiten verbracht hatten, teilte ihnen ihr Trainer mit, das sie, da sie ja nun zu elft seien die letzten 2 Stunden Fußball gegen die Parallelklasse spielen würden. Nach einer Pause von 10 Minuten würde es losgehen.

Erschöpft lehnte sich Hans an die Wand, hoffentlich würde er jetzt sein Trikot zurückbekommen, da er gestern nicht gewichst hatte, war er ziemlich aufgegeilt. Kurz überlegte er noch, schnell auf dem Klo sich einen runterzuholen, da stellte sich Thomas neben ihn.

“Schicke Kameratechnik, gefällt mir.”

“Danke, Sepp scheint sich damit auszukennen.”

“Yep macht er, bei ihm zu Hause geht es bloß nicht dauerhaft, da er kein eigene Wohnbereich wie du hat. Was hältst du davon, wenn er bei dir mit einzieht, bis deine Mutter wieder da ist?” “Na klar kein Problem.”

Ein bisschen warm wurde ihm schon.

“Jetzt aber der eigentliche Grund, warum ich mit dir reden will. Hier ist deine nächste Aufgabe. Du wirst jetzt deine Hose ein wenig anschneiden, so dass sie bei der kleinsten Aktion kaputt geht. Den Rest des Spiels spielst du dann ohne sie.”

“Bekomme ich wenigstens ein Trikot?”

“Ja, da der Platz halböffentlich ist, hat die Schule 2 Trikotsätze zur Verfügung gestellt. So jetzt aber los. Hier ist die Schere.”

Vorsichtig schnitt sich der achtzehnjährige kleine Löcher in die Hose. Auf der einen Seite sollte es nicht auffallen, auf der anderen Seite auch nicht zu lange halten. Zum Glück gab es ja die Trikots.

Als sie auf Spielfeld liefen, kam ihnen auch schon ihr Lehrer entgegen.

“Sorry Jungs, ich muss leider weg, ein Notfall, aber ich habe Ersatz für den Schiedsrichter gefunden, Babette von den Cheerleadern wird pfeifen.”

“Oh Gott, das wird heftig, die lässt ja gar nix durchgehen. Und wenn Babette da ist, sind es alle anderen Cheerleader auch. Das gibt wieder ein Gegacker.” stöhnte Thomas. “Egal, Hauptsache spielen.”

Zu den anderen 10 Jungs in seiner Klasse sagte er:

“Damit das klar ist, wir haben noch nie verloren gegen die Looser aus der Parallelen, damit fangen wir heute auch nicht an.”

Freundlich escort şerifali begrüßte er Babette, die ihm entgegengelaufen kam, in der Schule wurde heftig gemunkelt, das die beiden ein paar sein. Ein kurzes Nicken und ein Hauch von Grinsen begrüßten ihn.

“So, alle mal zusammenkommen.” kommandierte Babette.

“Wie immer fair, Standardregeln, den Torwart könnte ihr rumwechseln, das Thomas Mannschaft zu elft ist, können wir auch mit kompletten Mannschaften spielen. Hier die Trikots”.

Mit diesen Worten deutet sie auf 2 Stapel, die herum lagen, der eine weiß, der andere blau. “Zieht die über, dann geht es los. Gespielt werden zweimal 30 Minuten. Bei Unentschieden gibt es Elfmeterschiessen.”

“Ehm Chefin, da gibt es ein Problem. Das sind nur 10 Trikots, wir sind aber jetzt zu elft.” meldete sich Thomas.

“Mist, hätte ja auch jemand mal dran denken können, das ihr zugenommen habt. Egal.” sie überlegte kurz.

“Euer Neuling spielt dann einfach ohne. Ist doch OK, oder?”

Thomas nickte stellvertretend.

Sepp, der schon ahnte was passieren sollte, wollte Hans sein Trikot geben, was Thomas jedoch mit einer einfachen aber unmissverständlichen Geste unterband.

“OK, wir spielen so wie immer, Hans du gehst in den Sturm.”

Und los ging es. Am Anfang war das Spiel von gegenseitigem Abtasten geprägt, bis Sepp einen Steilpass auf Hans setzte, der allein auf den Torhüter zurannte. Von der Seite kam noch ein Abwehrspieler, der sich nicht anders zu helfen wusste, als an der Hose des Sachsen zu ziehen. Mit einem lauten ‘Ratsch’ riss die Hose quer über den Hintern, hielt aber an einer Stelle zusammen.

Folgerichtig ertönte ein Pfiff. Ohne zu Diskutieren, wies die Schiedsrichterin auf den Elfmeterpunkt, trabte dann gemütlich auf Hans zu.

“Hast du nicht eine andere Hose zum Wechseln?” Hans verneinte.

“Hat irgendwer eine Ersatzhose für unseren Neuling mit?” fragte Babette lauter? Niemand meldete sich.

“OK, dann dein Problem.”

Hans sollte selber schießen. Alles blickte auf ihn und wie ihm schien nicht nur auf die Ausführung des Elfmeters. Er nahm kurz Anlauf und traf vom Innenpfosten direkt ins Tor. Ohrenbetäubender Jubel ertönte und alles stürzte sich auf ihn. Hans erwartete schon, dass er seine Hose wohl jetzt los sein würde, sah sich aber positiv getäuscht. Dachte er. Irgendetwas war anders. Als er an sich herunter sah, bemerkte er weitere Risse, sein Penis war jetzt halb zu sehen. von der Tribüne, die plötzlich mit den Cheerleadern gut gefüllt war, ertönte Gelächter. Panisch sah sich Hans um. Das waren jetzt nicht mehr nur ein paar Jungs, vor denen er sich entblößen sollte, nein jede Menge Mädchen und auch einige andere Zuschauer angelockt durch den Lärm kamen zum Spielfeld. Vergeblich versuchte er die Hose zu richten, was ihm aber eher nicht gelang. Vielmehr machte sich eine plötzliche leichte Erregung in ihm breit. Alles bloß jetzt keinen Steifen bekommen, dachte er noch, als auch gerade das schon passierte.

“Spielst du noch mit, oder machst du schon Pause” holte ihn Thomas in die Realität zurück.

“Ja ich komm schon.” Mit hochrotem Kopf bewegte sich Torben auf seinen Platz. Die folgenden Minuten waren anstrengend. Irgendwie schienen es alle darauf angelegt haben, ihn zu foulen und an seiner Hose zu ziehen. Kurz entschlossen machte er dem ein Ende, indem erden letzten Faden einfach selber durchriss, aus den Überresten stieg. Alles blickte ihn an nur Sepp schaltete schnell und schob ihm den Ball zu, der nahm den Ball auf und schoss ihn aus 30m dem verdutzten Torwart um die Ohren, der keine Anstalten machte, sich zu bewegen. Alles feierte ihn, Hans fühlte mehr und mehr nichts dabei nackt zu sein.

In der Pause kam Thomas auf ihn zu.

“Respekt, das hätten sich nicht viele getraut. jetzt möchte ich, dass du in der zweiten Halbzeit ins Tor gehst.”

Hans nickte nur. Im Tor zu stehen war komisch. Ohne die laufende Bewegung fühlte er sich wieder richtig nackt. Die Gäste schienen auch näher zu seinem Tor gekommen zu sein, die ganze Zeit fühlte er sich ziemlich beobachtet. Zum Glück für ihn, schien sich das Spiel jetzt etwas in seine Hälfte zu verlagern, so das er auch etwas zu tun bekam. Einmal hatte er keine Chance, ansonsten hielt er den Kasten sauber, hatte aber mehrfach das Gefühl, da es der Gegner darauf angelegt hatte, ihn anzuschießen und nicht unbedingt ein Tor zu erzielen. Irgendwann kam der erlösende Schlusspfiff. Nach dem Sport war Hans froh, endlich wieder eine Hose anziehen zu können. Gemeinsam mit Sepp ging er nach Hause. Unterwegs erzählte dieser ihm noch von der nächsten Aufgabe. Thomas hatte ihm die noch im Vorbeigehen zugerufen. Nachher sollten sie sich im Freibad treffen, so Hans, alles weitere würde sich ergeben…

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Am diesen Donnerstag Vormittag ist Pat mit seinem Jugendkoordinator, Andre, aus dem Club unterwegs. Pat soll dabei helfen einen Kühlschrank für die Jugendwoche abzuholen. Er und Doro mögen Andre sehr.

Sie kennen ihn schon seit vier Jahren und immer hat er sie wie Erwachsene behandelt. Beide haben auch schon immer die Gespräche mit Andre genossen, da er ihre Wünsche und Sorgen sehr ernst nimmt.

Pat wollte den Tag nutzen um mit Andre über seine bevorstehende Reise nach Schottland spricht. Dort wird Pat für ein Jahr zur Schule gehen.

Als sie den Kühlschrank verladen haben und wieder im Auto sitzen macht Andre folgenden Vorschlag: „Hey Pat! Was hältst du von der Idee, das ich dich bei mir zum Essen einlade und wir noch vorher einen Videofilm ausleihen. Wir sollen den Kühlschrank erst in drei Stunden abliefern.”

„Mensch Andre das ist ein Klasse Idee. Ich darf aber den Film aussuchen.”

In der Videothek streifen sie umher und Pat fragt Andre etwas zögerlich: „Du, ich bin doch erst vor kurzen 18 geworden, darf ich auch, ähh, jaa, ääh einen Porno ausleihen?”

„Klar man. Kein Thema, ich warte hier, du suchst aus und ich lasse mich überraschen.”

„Du bist so Cool Andre. Danke. Bin gleich wieder da.” Pat geht freudestrahlend in den Erwachsenenbereich.Nach einigen Minuten kommt er grinsend heraus. Pat behielt die DVD die ganze Zeit in der Hand. Er wollte nicht das sie Andre vorher zu sehen bekommt.

Als sie in der Wohnung von Andre ankommen ist Pat begeistert. Eine sehr schön eingerichtete kleine Wohnung. Ideal für Simone und Andre. Die Möbel sind eine Mischung zwischen Antiken und Modernen Stücken. Beide können es sich auch leisten. Jeder von den beiden ist erfolgreich in ihrem Beruf.

In der Küche sagt Andre: „Hey Pat der Fernseher samt Anlage ist zwei Zimmer weiter. Werf schon mal den Film rein, mach es dir bequem, ich komme gleich mit den Getränken.” „Hey kein Problem alter Mann.” Dabei grinst er Andre frech an.

Als er die Tür öffnet ist er zu seinem erstaunen im Schlafzimmer. Dort steht ein großes Bett und an der Wand davor ein sehr großer Bildschirm mit der Anlage darunter. Pat stellt fest die Anlage ist vom feinsten. Er wirft die DVD ein und setzt sich vorsichtig auf das Bett.

„Hey nicht so schüchtern Pat. Zieh dir die Schuhe aus und rauf aufs Bett. Sagte doch du sollst es die bequem machen.”

Vorsichtig zieht er seine Schuhe aus und setzt sich rechts auf das Bett. Macht es sich in den Kissen gemütlich. Andre setzt sich neben ihn, reicht ihm sein Glas.

„Wollen wir doch mal sehen was du uns mitgebracht hast” lächelt der 30 jährige Pat an.

„Hey eine geile Wahl. Stehe total drauf wenn weisse Girls von schwarzen Boys gefickt werden” sagt Andre. „Habe so was noch nie gesehen” antwortet Pat.

„Wow Pat. Das Girl sieht ja fast aus wie deine Zwillingsschwester. Wenigstens hoffe ich das sie auch nackt so aussieht.” „Sag bloß dir gefällt Doro.” „Und wie. Ich würde am liebsten den ganzen tag Sex haben. Oh sorry. Das sollte glaube ich, nicht zu ihrem Bruder sagen.”

„Hey kein Problem Alter. Mir ist schon klar das viele Boys auf sie abfahren.” „Hey stehst du auch auf die kleine?” Irritiert sieht Pat sein gegenüber an und sagt” Ähh wie meinst du das? Ääähh”.

Andre fängt an zu lachen und sagt:”Na ich meine die kleine da im Film. Die sieht doch echt geil aus oder etwa nicht?” „Oh du meinst die. Jo die macht mich so richtig Geil man”, sagt der 18 jährige lachend.

„Das sieht man”, dabei sieht Andre auf Pats Jeans. Dort zeichnet sich sein Schwanz deutlich escort çekmeköy ab. „Na ist deiner auch so groß wie von dem Black Boy? Denke der wird so über 20cm haben.”

Pat antwortet verlegen: „Ich glaube nicht das meiner so groß ist.” Na ich weiss nicht. Der sieht doch sehr Prächtig aus, dein harter Schwanz. Komm zeig doch mal. Können doch mal nachmessen.” Dabei lächelt der etwas gewichtige Andre ihn an, streichelt über Pats Schwanz und öffnet die Hose von Pat.

Der harte Schwanz springt aus der Jenas raus. Wie immer trägt Pat keine Unterwäsche. „WOW! Was für eine geiles fettes Teil. Jo der ist fetter als meiner.” Dabei wicht Andre den harten Schwanz. Pat kann sich nicht zurückhalten und stöhnt dabei auf.

„Willst du auch meinen Schwanz sehen”. Der ältere schaut tief in Pats Augen. Pat nickt etwas verlegen, doch er wollte schon immer mal einen Schwanz aus direkter Nähe sehen. Andre kniet sich hin und öffnet seine Hose. Ein stahlharter Schwanz springt heraus. Er schein länger zu sein als der von Pat, aber nicht so dick.

„Na gefällt dir was du siehst Pat?” Dabei hat Andre den Schwanz von Pat in seinen Händen und wixt ihn weiter. Beide sehen zum Bildschirm und sehen wie die sexy Blondine dem black Boy einen bläst.

„Na das machen die kleinen Girls sicherlich auch gerne bei dir. Was Pat? „Äh ja einige machen das. Aber ich glaube nicht so geil wie dort. OHHH”. Pat stöhnt auf als Andre seinen Schwanz etwas fester greift und ihn auch wixt.

„Na da ist dir aber etwas entgangen, mein kleiner. Aber das können wir ja nachholen.” Grinst der erfolgreiche Kaufmann, Pat an. Er bückt sich zu Pats Schwanz runter und leckt genüsslich an einem Schaft entlang. Von beiden Seiten verwöhnt er ihn. Die Zunge gleitet immer wieder über seine Eichel. Dabei stöhnt der jünge Boy immer wieder auf.

Andres Zunge gleitet von der Eichel bis zu den Eiern. Er saugt an den jungen Eiern und seine Zunge gleitet wieder bis zur Eichel zurück. Pat muss immer wieder laut aufstöhnen. Nun küsst Andre Pats Eichel und seine Lippen schieben sich über die Eichel. Als diese im Mund verschwindet, erkundet Andres Zunge die schöne harte Eichel.

Die Lippen pressen sich immer weiter über Pats Schaft. Als sein Schwanz zur Hälfte im Mund des älteren Mannes verschwunden ist, fängt dieser an, am Schwanz zu saugen. Pat schreit vor Geilheit auf. Seine Hände fahren nun vorsichtig durch die schwarzen Haare von Andre. Dieser saugt nun immer gieriger am Schwanz von Pat.

„OHHH Andre, wenn du so weiter machst komme ich gleich.” Andre läst von Pat ab und sagt zu ihm: „Hey kleiner was hältst du von 69? Du fickst so richtig in mein Maul und saugst auch etwas an meinem Schwanz.”

Ohne die Antwort abzuwarten zieht Andre seine Hose aus und legt sich neben Pat auf den Rücken. Pat starrt dabei auf Andres Schwanz, geht auf seine Knie. Zieht seine Hose aus und auch sein Hemd. Nun war er es der einen Schwanz in den Mund nahm. Er hatte von Andre gelernt und verwendete seine Technik. Dabei bemerkte er, das es ihm sehr gefiel, einen Schwanz im Mund zu haben.

Pat hörte das Stöhnen von Andre. Plötzlich spürte er zwei Hände auf seinen Arschbacken, die ihn über Andres Body zogen. „Komm Pat fick in mein Maul. Fick schön hart und tief rein.” Nun spürte er wieder die heißen Lippen des dicklichen Mannes an seinem Schwanz. Pat drückte sein Becker tiefer runter. Nach einiger Zeit fing er an in Andres Maul zu ficken.

Andres Hände fingen an den muskulösen Body des jungen Mannes zu erforschen. Er stellte fest wie istanbul eskort gut definiert die Muskeln von Pat schon waren. Besonders das Sixpack und der feste Arsch hatten es ihm angetan. Das er schon immer den jugendlichen Elan von Pat schätze, wurde ihm jetzt besonders klar.

Pat ficke immer wilder in sein gieriges Maul und er, der ältere Mann saugte immer gieriger. Zugleich spürte er auch die talentierte Zunge des geilen Boys an seinem Schwanz.

Plötzlich schrie Pat laut auf:”ich komme in dein geiles Maul Andre. Ich komme in dein geiles Maul. JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.” Sperma schoss tief in Andres Maul. Dabei saugte er immer gieriger am Schwanz dies jungen Boys. Er leckte und saugte ihn sauber.

Pat fiel neben Andre auf das Bett. „Ohhhh war das geil Andre. Du saugst besser als jedes Girl.” Der erfolgreiche Kaufmann lächelte ihn an und sagte:”Hey und soo geil sieht deine Schwester wirklich aus?” Dabei zeigte er auf den Bildschirm. Dort wurde die hübsche Blondine auf allen vieren gefickt. „Und läst sie sich auch soo geil ficken? Ach ja das weist du ja sicherlich nicht. Sehr Schade.”

Pat hielt weiterhin den Schwanz von Andre in seiner Hand. Er wixte den stahlharten Schwanz nun etwas fester und fraget: „Würdest du Doro gerne ficken?” Andre nickte. „So wie der Schwarze es gerade macht? „Oh jaa Pat. Ohh jaa.” Dabei wixte Pat etwas mehr den Schwanz von Andre.

„Komm fick Doro. Komm fick sie hart. Du bist so geil auf Doro. Los fick sie. Los zeigs ihr du Sau.” Dabei wixt Pat den Schwanz von Andre immer stärker.. Er spürt wie Andre anfängt sich seiner Hand entgegen zu drücken. Wie er immer lauter aufstöhnt. Und plötzlich spritzt es aus Andres Schwanz heraus.

Das Sperma landet in drei Schüben auf Pats Body. Voller Faszination sieht Pat zu wie Andre abspritzt. Seine Hände verstreichen das Sperma auf seinen Body. Er spürt wie sein Schwanz wieder härter wird.

Der junge athletische Boy setzt sich an das Bettende und sieht dem Film zu. Dabei fängt er an seinen harten Schwanz etwas zu wixen. Immer wieder fällt sein Blick auch auf den atemlosen Mann neben sich.

Nach kurzer Zeit steht Andre auf und geht raus. Er kommt mit zwei Bierflaschen zurück. „Hier für dich kleiner”. Dabei grinst er Pat an. Andre legt sich mit dem Bauch auf das Bett. Seine Füße neben dem am Bettrücken sitzenden Pat und mit dem Face direkt vor dem Bildschirm.

Immer wieder weicht sein Blick vom Bildschirm ab, hin zum wixenden Pat. Dieser sitzt Breitbeinig auf dem Bett, streichelt und wixt immer wieder seinen harten Schwanz mit der rechten Hand. Die linke streichelt immer wieder über seine Brust, seine harten Nippel und das Sixpack.

Andre bewundert diesen makellosen, durchtrainierten Body, bei dem jeder Muskel zu sehen ist, er aber trotzdem keine riesigen Muskelberge, sondern wohldefinierte Muskeln. Die schönen langen und trainierten Beine. Genau wie bei Doro. Er betrachtet diesen wunderschönen Schwanz, wie geil es war ihn im Mund zu haben. Seine Augen blicken über diesen Flachen Bauch, auch wie bei Doro, aber mit diesem geilen Sixpack.

„Oh ist das Geil, wie er sich streichelt. Was für eine geile Brust” denkt sich der 30 jährige. Es ist deutlich zu sehen das sie Zwillinge sind. Unglaublich wie wunderschön sie beide sind.

Beide blicken wieder auf den Bildschirm. Der Blackboy setzt seinen Schwanz an der Arschfotze der geilen Blondine an. Pat und Andre denken beiden, sprechen es aber nicht aus: „Wie gerne würde ich das bei Doro machen”.

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Auch Andre spürt seinen stahlharten Schwanz bei diesen Bildern an seinem Bauch. Er dreht seinen Kopf zu Pat, sieht wie dieser gebannt auf den Bildschirm sieht und hört sich plötzlich sagen:

„Hey Pat! Hast du ein Girl schon mal so gefickt? So richtig Fett in den Arsch?”

„Nein” stöhnt Pat auf. „Und hast du schon mal Andre?”

„Oh ja . das ist total Geil. Die Girls gehen ohne Ende ab. Das ist sooo megageil und man kommt ohne Ende.” Dabei grinst er Pat an. Dreht seinen Kopf wieder dem Bildschirm entgegen.

Er spürt wie Pat sich immer stärker wixt. Ohne seinen Blick vom Bildschirm abzuwenden sagt er zu Pat: „Na hast du jetzt Lust auf so einen geilen Arschfick?”

Ohne eine Antwort zu geben setzt sich Pat auf die Oberschenkel von Andre. Er beugt sich nach vorne. Dabei legt sich sein stahlharter Schwanz zwischen die Arschbacken von Andre. Pat küsst den Nacken von dem älteren als dieser sagt: „Im Nachtisch neben dem Bett findest du etwas Gel.”

Pat drückt sich mit seinem starken Armen ab. Andre stöhnt vor Geilheit etwas auf.

Schnell findet der junge Boy das Gel. Er reibt seinen Schwanz ein. Nun vorsichtig durch die Spalte von Andre und mit einem Finger sachte in seine Arschfotze. Der Ältere stöhnt laut auf: „Jaa mach weiter. Geil ja.”

Pat schiebt einen zweiten Finger nach. Andre drückt ihm seinen Arsch etwas entgegen. „Komm Pat fick mich endlich richtig. Komm fick mich du Sau.”

Pat drückt seine Eichel gegen die Boyfotze von Andre. Langsam dringt sie ein. Er drückt sie etwas tiefer rein und spürt diese geile Enge.

„Oh Mist ist dein Schwanz fett. Ohhh WOW. Ohh ist das Geil.”

Pat greift sich den Arsch von Andre und drückt seinen stahlharten Schwanz immer tiefer in den engen Arsch gleiten. Es ist noch Geiler als er es sich vorgestellt hatte. Diese Enge ist so geil.

„Komm Pat Fick mich nun mit deinem geilen Schwanz. Er zerreist zwar meinen Arsch, aber es ist soo geil. Fick nun meinen Arsch du geiler Teenager.”

Langsam fängt Pat an ihn zu ficken. „Ohhh hast du einen geilen engen Arsch.” Seine Hände stützen sich auf den sehr kräftigen Schulterblättern des 30 jährigen ab.

„Los Pat fick mich richtig. Komm zeig mir das du ein richtig geiler Hengst bist. Fick mich so richtig durch du geile Sau. Ohhh ist dein Schwanz fett in mir.”

Bei diesen Worten wurde er immer Geiler. So hatte noch nie ein Girl mit ihm geredet. Immer schneller fickte er in den engen Arsch von Andre. „Ohhh ist dein Arsch geil eng Alter. Sooo geil eng.”

Pat legte sich nun mit seinem ganzen Body auf Andre. Er stöhnte nun direkt in die Ohren des älteren.

„Los du geiler jungen Stecher. Fick mich so richtig durch. Dein Schwanz ist soo stahlhart in mir. Soo ein fettes Monster von Schwanz. Komm besteig mich richtig.”

Unglaublich angemacht von dem Dirty Talk fickte Pat immer härter in den engen Arsch. Er spürte wie seine Eier gegen den Arsch von Andre klatschten. Er umarmte Andre du stöhnte in sein Ohr: „ist das so richtig du geile Stute? Betsteig ich dich nun richtig, du schwanzgeile Sau?”

„Ohh jaa Pat. Du geiler junger Hengst. Komm spritz in meinen engen Arsch. Los spritz tief rein du geiler Ficker. Komm spritz mit deinem harten Monster tief in meinen engen Arsch”

„Ohhh jaaa! Andre jaaaa! Du geile Sau! JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” Mit fünft heftigen Schüben spritze er tief in Andres Arsch. Er blieb auf Andres Body erst mal liegen. Langsam ließ er sich aber von Andre gleiten.

Andre legte sich seitlich neben Pat. Er betrachtet den perfekten Body, des blonden Boys. 190m geile Muskelmasse. Dabei wixte er seinen harten Schwanz und schon nach kurzer zeit spritzt er auf Pats Body.

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I’d struck out again. It was Friday night and after happy hour with some friends from work, I’d gone to a local club in search of hooking up with a cutie. As had become my fate lately, I had no takers and was gonna be left to feed the hog alone again. I’m a decent looking guy, with a good job, and what I’d always considered to be an OK personality, but my luck with the ladies had been miserable for several months.

On my way home, I pulled into the local filling station, to get some gas and pick up a couple of girlie magazines for my late night stroke session. Fong’s Filling Station was open 24 hours and the small convenience store had a serious selection of adult magazines to help fuel the imagination of a chronic masturbator like me. As usual, it was Mr. Fong himself behind the counter. I swear, I think the guy never sleeps cause I can’t remember ever stopping in when he wasn’t the one running the cash register.

The store was small, but next to the checkout counter was an even smaller area closed off by a curtain. Behind that curtain was my destiny for the night, a display full of porn magazines ranging from the mainstream (Playboy), to the vulgar (Club and Hustler), to the bizarre (Juggs and Backdoor Babes), to the alternative. While my car was filling up, I stepped behind the curtain to browse the selection.

I always felt a little self conscious browsing the dirty magazines with Mr. Fong sitting on his raised stool just a few feet away, but I’d had a couple of cocktails tonight and was in the mood for something different, so I thumbed through several before making my selection. It was nearly 2am and the place was completely empty, so I wasn’t in any hurry to grab and dash before someone I knew recognized me as the creepy pervert that I really was.

I even picked up a couple of the gay mags, flipping through the pages, as always mesmerized by the hung cocks on the male models. I always considered myself 100% heterosexual, but something about seeing a guy’s big dick always fascinated me. Even when watching straight porn I often found myself drawn as much to the male performers’ anatomy as the sexy little sluts that were getting banged.

Having made my selection, I dropped the mags on the counter along with my credit card. “Evening. Pump 6 please.”

“No luck tonight, ehh Mr.?” Fong chuckled. “You need bottle lotion, too?”

Everybody’s a fucking comedian, I thought to myself. Fong was easily in his late 50s, skinny as a rail, maybe 5’5″ tall with a greasy head of messy black hair and a case of decades old acne. As usual, he had on his dirty mechanics shirt with his name stenciled on the front pocket.

As he was ringing up my sale, he continued, “Maybe you playing wrong team? I see you looking at gay pictures. You have more luck if you go after dick, maybe?”

My first thought was to punch this old fart in the nose, but he had caught me red handed looking at the gay magazines. “Very funny, but I’m just on a cold streak.”

“Sure, whatever you say. But you do have a nice big mouth, just the kind Fong like to fuck.”

That hit me across the jaw like a big upper cut and I had no response. Was this dirty old guy making a move on me? I didn’t have long to wait before finding out.

He pushed his stool back from the counter and stood up. Fong was wearing a pair of thin grey sweatpants that did next to nothing to hide the unmistakable outline of his semi-erect penis. To add to the visual, a huge wet spot was clearly visible several inches down his leg where his prick had been leaking. For such a small guy, his cock looked humongous.

I reached for my magazines and my credit card, intending to get the hell out there. But something kept my feet glued to the spot and my eyes fixated on his impressive bulge.

“Don’t be shy boy,” Fong continued. “I keep your secret. You just closet cocksucker. Nobody else here. I give you what you need.”

I can’t explain why I was still standing there and why I couldn’t take my eyes off his big package. It was like I was in a trance.

“Come behind counter, boy. I feed you good.”

My mind was saying run, but my feet wouldn’t listen. I did as instructed and found myself standing directly in front of Mr. Fong.

“Fong insist his cocksuckers are naked,” he commanded. “Undress now and get on knees.”

Unbelievably, I did exactly that. I took off all my clothes and piled them in the corner, before falling to my knees, my face now only inches from his pulsating crotch. My mind raced as I realized I was completely nude in this man’s store, submitting sexually in a way I had never imagined. My cock was harder than I could ever remember it.

“Kiss it,” he directed.

Through his flimsy sweatpants, I kissed the bulbous outline of his knob, tasting the salty precum seeping through his pants. I heard myself let out a moan from deep in my gut.

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He giggled, obviously pleased with his dime store poetry. This guy was anything but a smooth operator, but his huge member was close to the sexiest thing I’d ever encountered.

As I pulled the elastic waist down, his still hardening tool popped free and whacked my chin. “Don’t just stare, get to work,” he demanded.

Tentatively, I licked his thick purple cockhead, still partially engulfed in his uncut helmet. His crotch had a musky smell, as if he hadn’t showered in several days. While his tool wasn’t massively long, probably close to 8″, it was ridiculously thick and fleshy, contrasting greatly with his skinny body. As I swirled my tongue around my first cock and took the first couple of inches into my virgin mouth, stretching my jaw to it’s limits, I was struck by how obscene his amazing cock looked sticking out from his frail body. This was the cock of a warrior attached to the body of a weakling.

“Ahhhhh,” Fong groaned. “You big mouth perfect for Fong dick. You watch teeth,” he demanded as he gave my face a hard slap.

While he had a dark patch of black hair above his tool, his balls and cock were completely smooth. His nuts were equally impressive and hung very low in his loose sack. He was the epitome of the expression “hung like a horse.”

He roughly grabbed the back of my head and forced what I thought was an impossible number of inches into my mouth till his fat gland pushed against the back of my throat. I started to gag and reached up to push him away.

“No hand boy,” he growled. “Put behind back, now.”

As I did, Fong reached under the counter and pulled out a pair of regulation hand cuffs.

“Keep these in case of robbers,” he laughed. “I shoot fuckers in gut with my 357 then cuff and watch as they squirm in pain. But work good for training cocksuckers too.”

He locked my wrists behind my back, effectively putting me completely at his mercy. “Don’t worry faggot boy, I train you to take cock like a pro.”

As he again began his assault on my throat, I was thankful that his fat schlong had a slight downward curve. He was now rock hard, but rather than bending to one side or the other, his boner bent down slightly, which appeared to be the perfect shape for deeply penetrating a cocksucker’s throat.

I fought to breath through my nose and resist my gag reflex as he inched his way down my throat. I had read somewhere that to deepthroat a cock, you had to act like you were literally swallowing it, so I swallowed hard and his rod was actually inhaled down my throat. I felt my neck bulge and my pharynx stretch to accept his girth. After several minutes of this constant onslaught, I felt his pubes tickling my nose and his hanging balls bang against my chin.

“You fucking pro now, boy,” Fong announced. “You take all Fong have to offer.”

He slowly withdrew and then thrust forward, bottoming out again. This was repeated over and over till he was fucking my throat like a pussy. Lucky for me, his prick continued to secrete a steady flow of precum, keeping my throat lubed for his ferocious attack.

Suddenly Fong stopped pumping my throat, leaving his tool buried deep.

Ding, ding. Shit, somebody had just entered the store. I was hidden from view under the counter, but I still felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed.

“Hi Mr. Fong,” a sexy girl’s voice echoed through the store. “Just this bottled water please.” I recognized the voice as the college daughter of one of my neighbors. I’d seen her at the club earlier with some of her girlfriends.

“No fun for you tonight, huh?” she giggled as he gave her change, obviously a little buzzed. “All work and no play makes Mr. Fong a dull boy.”

“I have plenty fun, Suzy,” Fong said, as he gave a little hip thrust and poked the back of my throat. Not being ready for this sudden movement, I gagged loudly.

“What was that?” Suzy exclaimed.

“Just my cocksucker learning his new skill,” Fong laughed. “Take look.”

I saw Suzy’s cute blonde hair fall over the counter as she leaned across to see what Fong was talking about. Here I was face to face with this gorgeous coed, naked, on my knees, handcuffed with Fong’s wicked shaft buried down my throat.”

“Holy shit. I didn’t know Mr. Simpson was gay. Hi Mr. Simpson, I thought I saw you dancing with some cute girls tonight at the club?”

I wanted to shout, “I’m not gay”….but with Fong’s huge rod buried down my throat I couldn’t even muster a whisper. Besides, trying to deny the accusation while I had a male organ inserted in my throat was kinda a lost cause.

“Simpson damn good cocksucker. His big horsemouth just what Fong needed. He take it like pro,” Fong grunted as he returned to his steady throat fucking. “You want watch escort istanbul me feed this faggot?”

“Hell yes,” Suzy squealed. “Let me go get my girlfriend in the car. Rachel will never believe this.”

Within seconds, Suzy returned with her friend. I recognized her immediately as one of the girls I’d been shot down by earlier in the evening. She was a beautiful redhead, with emerald green eyes and a body made for fantasies. She was way out of my league, but I’d given it a shot anyway.

“Suzy, this guy was hitting on me earlier tonight. Guess I didn’t have anything to worry about.”

“He switch teams,” Fong interjected. “He no good with girls, so he now my little bitch.”

“Wow, he’s got a bottomless throat. No way I could take all that cock, Mr. Fong,” Suzy said. “I had no idea you were so big.”

The girls went on giggling and commenting on my skills as I doubled my efforts to get Fong off. He had incredible stamina and my jaw ached painfully. Tears were running down my cheeks as my eyes were watering uncontrollably.

“Look how hard his weenie is,” Suzy’s girlfriend commented, pointing at my throbbing boner. “It’s dripping so much, he left a pool of spooge on the floor.”

“I think Mr. Simpson likes giving head as much as Mr. Fong likes getting it,” Suzy snickered.

“Oh, I like fucking his mouth,” Mr. Fong replied. “Too bad he not pretty like you girls.”

With that comment, Suzy reached into her purse and pulled out a lipstick. “I can make him prettier for you,” she giggled.

“You funny girl,” Fong commented as he pulled his tool from my tortured jaw long enough for Suzy to apply a thick coat of ruby red to my lips.

“Open wide my pretty bitch,” Fong snarled as he drove his boner back into my throat.

The humiliation was almost unbearable, yet I couldn’t wait to swallow Fong’s creamy load.

Suzy jumped up on the checkout counter and pulled up her short skirt. Her skimpy pink panties had a huge wet spot. “This is so fucking hot,” she squealed as she started fingering her pussy through her panties. “I’ve got another idea how to make Mr. Simpson even prettier.”

She peeled off her pink panties and dangled them in my face, the smell of her pussy juice driving me crazy as I continued to deepthroat Fong.

“How about putting my panties on him?” Suzy quipped.

“You nasty girl,” Fong laughed. “Stand up bitch, Suzy put panties on my cocksucker. Keep his dirty seed from dripping on my floor.”

I did as instructed and Suzy pulled her panties up and over my raging cock. They were very tight and the thin material was sucked deeply into my ass crack. My boner tented the front of the panties lewdly, my own dripping precum now mingling with Suzy’s already soaked pussy juices. The silky panties felt awesome against my skin.

Fong put his hand on my head and forced me back to my knees where he again began to feed me his cock.

“Finish job, bitch,” he commanded. “Show Fong what a good little slut you are.”

Suzy pulled out her smartphone and started snapping photos of me sucking off Fong. I had no idea what she was going to do with the pics, but at this point, I was in no position to argue.

“Yes, take pictures. Can e-mail me later, please. Will go nicely with my video.” He pointed to the TV screen on the counter and I realized my cocksucking exhibition was being recorded by his security system. I was in deep shit. Fong had me over a barrel; looked like I was going to stay at his mercy.

“I’m sure Simpson not want these pictures to get posted on internet. He be my personal btich, now, huh fagboy?”

I assumed the question was rhetorical, so I didn’t try to answer, knowing my fate was completely in his hands.

Suzy jumped back up on the counter and her friend crouched down next to me, her head between Suzy’s legs, staring straight into her now bare twat. With a flick of her tongue, she made Suzy moan with pleasure.

“Watching Simpson suck cock make you girls horny, heh?” Fong chuckled.

Suzy lovingly grasped her friend’s head and started to grind her pussy against the smoking hot redheads tongue. The store was filed with the sound and smells of sex as the two of us performed oral sex side by side, me on Fong and Rachel on Suzy.

Between moans of pleasure, Suzy asked, “So are you gonna fuck your new bitch, Mr. Fong?”

“I save his ass for later,” Fong laughed. “He my bitch now and I take my time training him.”

I knew my virgin ass could never accommodate his massive girth, but at the moment, the thought of getting bent over and submitting my hole to this stud of a man made me squirm with anticipation.

Suzy began to pant furiously, and I knew the tongue fucking she was getting had her close to orgasm. She squeezed her thighs around the redhead’s face and with a mighty groan screamed, “God, I’m fucking cummingggggggggggggg!”

The hot action escort göztepe between the girls had a positive effect on Fong as I felt him tense and if possible, his thick tool actually grew bigger. He was on the brink. My arms had been restrained for some period of time and were aching painfully, as was my jaw and throat. I was thankful that this experience was nearing an end, and equally happy that I would soon be getting fed his salty load.

“I cum too,” Fong announced as he pulled my head roughly forward, burying every last inch of his tool down my throat. My nose was pressed against his pelvis as I felt the first jets of his cream spurting down my throat. He slowly pulled his rod out, shooting jizz first into my mouth and finally erupting the last few torrents on my face.

The girls began clapping, “That was cool, Mr. Fong. His face is covered in your cum, and look how he’s trying to slurp those big, thick ropes off his chin and upper lip. You are a cum hungry pig, huh Mr. Simpson?”

I could only hang my head in shame. It was true, I was a cum hungry pig. I was smacking my lips and trying to taste every last drop of Mr. Fong’s jizz.

“Answer the pretty girls,” Fong insisted as he slapped my face with his big fleshy member, big thick drops of spunk still oozing from his piss hole.

“Yes, I’m a hungry cum-pig,” I admitted. Never thought those words would be escaping my mouth.

Fong reinserted his now deflating dick back into my mouth, “Clean me whore.”

I eagerly sucked and nursed on his softening cock, getting several more dollops of tasty cream as a reward. Fong must have cum a gallon, but I was still hungry for more.

“That was so fucking nasty,” Suzy announced as she pulled down her skimpy skirt. “I’ve never seen anything so hot.”

She jumped down off the counter and grabbed her girlfriends hand. “Come on sweety, let’s head back to my place and I’ll return the favor.”

“You want panties back?” Fong asked.

“Keep them,” Suzy replied. “You’ll probably want Mr. Simpson to wear them next time. Hope you invite us to Mr. Simpson’s cherry popping ceremony.”

“Good idea, and I will,” Fong chuckled as he reached for a keychain hanging by the cash register and thankfully unlocked my aching wrists. Standing up, I was woozy, my legs completely unstable from being on my knees for so long on the hard concrete floor. “Give me panties, bitch.”

“Get out now,” Fong demanded as he picked up my clothes and tossed them out the door into the parking lot.

I scurried out and scanned the area. Luckily it was late at night and nobody was around. I grabbed my clothes and sprinted to my car.

Fong opened the store door and tossed my porn magazines at me, “You probably still need, huh bitch? I know you be fantasizing about sucking my dick when you jerking off.”

As I reached my car, the horn beeped. Fuck, I’d forgotten my keys in the store. I turned to see Fong standing at the glass door, dangling my keys. He’d just locked my car and was now laughing at me.

The intercom system crackled alive, “You forget keys, heh, cocksucker?”

As I looked up to the intercom, I noticed the TV screens over the gas pumps were running a video loop from the closed circuit security camera. There I was, naked, on my knees, deepthroating a thick cock, a look of pure lust in my eyes. He wasn’t letting me off easy. This sadistic bastard was loving every second of my discomfort.

“Come get keys, boy,” he laughed.

I started to pull on my pants, but the intercom blurted, “No, leave clothes and come naked.”

I jogged back to the store, my still rock hard dick bouncing wildly. I pushed on the big glass door, but it didn’t budge. The old fucker had locked me out.

“You jerk off now bitch,” he yelled through the door, “Then I give you back keys.”

I didn’t have much of an option, besides, as hardup as I was, it would only take a couple of strokes to blow my load. I grabbed my boner and started to jerk, standing only a couple of feet from Mr. Wong, but separated by the thick security glass.

Fong pulled down his sweatpants, revealing his still obscenely large dong. He thrust his hips forward and his huge cock was smashed against the glass. “Shoot load on my cock, boy.”

Damn, I think I actually started to drool seeing his big schlong again. With one more stroke, I exploded, coating the glass door in jet after sticky jet of hot man seed.

“Get on knees and clean my door with your tongue, you slutty cumeater.”

I was still completely at his mercy, and I did as instructed, licking my own cum from the glass, my tongue less than one inch from his thick member.

“You a nasty cocksucker,” Fong chuckled as he pushed my keys through the mail slot. “Damn glad you Fong’s new cocksucking bitch”

I grabbed my keys and sprinted back to the car. As I was opening the door, the intercom buzzed on again, “See you next Friday, same time. You not disappoint me, heh slut?”

Fong owned my ass and I only hoped he didn’t intend to share those videos with anybody else. The only thing I had in my control was being here next Friday to submit again to Fong’s dirty mind. As I started the car I realized I was already looking forward to next week.

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The house was built on a rise, and the garden sloped gently down to the banks of the Hunter River. Willows and reeds lined the shore, and a few ducks busied themselves feeding in the water occasionally turning their tails up, as they lowered their beaks to the muddy bottom. I looked behind me. The house was impressive, a fine Georgian style home with 15 rooms, not counting bathrooms or laundry.

It was very pleasant, but so were a lot of other houses. What I needed if I was going to decide to buy this one was some sort of extra inducement. Wild salmon or trout in the river, a healthy artistically inclined community. I needed something more than just a nice building in a convenient location to make any house grab me.

The pavilion was set down near the river to the left of the parklike grounds. So that from the house it was a pretty structure on one side, and on the other was a collection of Japanese maples, which would glow with shades of red and orange in the right season. They formed a picture, the sloping green lawn with darker old pines at the sides of it, and at the end, the river, and sitting just in front of it on the left was the white, French inspired pavilion.

The pavilion created a romantic effect with its pointed roof and high round topped window, opening out as they were now, their fine curtains catching in the breeze and drifting out of them occasionally, adding to the lightness and romance of it. And to the right of the vista, in the right season, would be the blaze of crimson from the Japanese maples. A bit lairy for my tastes, but still effective I imagined. It was summer now and the trees were not at their finest.

I wandered down to the pavilion for a closer look. It was octagonal, with a tall wide curved topped French window set in each of it’s sides, and today those on the sides facing the river and the park were open. I stepped up into the cool dimness of the interior. Pleasant, I thought.

But for some reason it was furnished in Balinese carved teak furniture, the busyness and darkness of the timber at odds with the lightness and fragility of the pavilion itself. To one side was a canopied day bed, its three sides intricately carved, the cushions though cream and soft looking and the muslin curtains matching the fabric framing the tall glass windows. Two lounges escort kartal cushioned in the same cream fabric faced each other across a full sized ‘opium bed’ coffee table.

And to the side a small marble topped Dutch Indonesian reproduction table stood with two matching chairs. Again cushioned in cream. An ancient willow patterned tureen stood on top of it filled with overblown blossoms, the petals falling artistically on the marble.

The only interior decoration that really appealed to me was the young man sleeping naked on the day bed. I had been encouraged to wander down this way by the real estate agent, Rosemary, who had implied I might find something here to help encourage me to buy the house.

If the dark haired young man was meant to induce me, well he was certainly appealing to me in the right way now. And he was definitely causing a reaction.

His back was towards me and his firm rounded butt, and full muscular thighs, were right there in front of me as I stepped up to the bed.

I bent and kissed each firm round cheek and ran my tongue over them, he tasted fresh, just a hint of salt on a warm day.

I ran a hand up over his thigh and along his side to the hidden head, nestled in a pillow cradled in his arms up in the far corner, where the day bed’s side and back met. I ran my hand back down to the glossy hair on the back of his thighs and then slipped my fingers between his thighs.

He moved languidly and made little muttering noises as if he was deeply asleep. I slipped my fingers out and was excited by his game. I bent and nibbled and licked his butt cheeks again. Then I continued on, up his muscular back as he moaned, and moved slightly, as if to escape me.

He was a very good actor I decided. I was leaning over him now and ran my free hand over his hip and down into the hidden mass of his pubic hair, feeling his thick but still soft cock, and his balls hanging loosely across his lower thigh.. The pubic hair was thick, and his cock was already filling out under my exploring hand. Reasonable, I thought, as he moaned in his pretend sleep. I continued to stroke his dick playing with his cap and the slit, just enjoying the feeling of him stiffening. I was sitting on the edge of the bed now, and my other hand couldn’t bayan escort help moving between his cheeks. I stroked a finger across his hidden entrance. He twitched and seemed to jerk, as if waking suddenly, and then he was pulling his legs away and throwing an arm wildly back at me.

“Hey,” he cried, “Who are you?” as he crawled away, across the bed.

I grabbed at his hips and pulled him back to me, as he pretended to escape. Now I knelt on the bed straddling his upper thighs, just below his butt, and gripped him tight between my knees. One hand planted itself in between his shoulder blades and I leant half my weight there, pinning him down. He stopped struggling as I licked two fingers, and he began moaning as I played them over his hole and pressed into it.

“Who are you?” he suddenly asked again.

“You’re a god actor,” I said and leant into him. “Give me a kiss.”

The first part of one finger took the first small step to the coming fuck, by passing through his puckered rim. And he turned his face to the side and let his lips meet mine. When our lips finally parted that finger, and the other, were both buried inside him, to the limit. He had gasped and tried to twist away at first as I moved them in and twisted them inside him, but I had held him fast. Now he was moaning in pleasure. Begging for more.

I let him lift his arse then, and he pushed it back to me and spread his thighs further apart. I removed my fingers and kneeling on the bed between his spread thighs bent my head to lick him, as one hand went under and found his flapping, dripping rod and stroked that. I was using the pre cum to lubricate the helmet with my thumb, while my other hand tugged and rolled his balls. He came in shuddering bursts, spilling his cream out in long arcs over the cream covered bed.

I returned my fingers to his passage. He moaned and I soon had worked in two from each hand, set at each side, pulling and spreading him so my tongue flicked in and out of the open entrance.

He hissed, “Yes. Oh yes,” and arched back to me.

He reached back between his legs for my hard cock. I rolled him over then and he lifted one leg wide and planted the foot high up on one of the beds corner posts. The other he rested on my shoulder. I could see the dark escort maltepe pools of his eyes in the curtained dimness at the back of the bed, and saw his hands were white knuckled, gripping the carved wood of the back of the day bed frame.

He was still tight, but I worked my cock in a couple of inches and twisted it. He arched his back, opening fractionally and I was in another inch. Pleased with his hissed cries of strain at taking me. I ran my hand up and down his arched torso rolling his hard nipples between finger and thumb, rubbing his belly to relax him, then forcing my way in as he cried out, “Yes. Yes.”

I took hold of his hips and moved up higher on the bed and moved to the side, not losing my place inside him as I turned him. He had known exactly what to do and now had his legs wide with each foot resting against a corner post as I knelt between his thighs fucking down into him, watching his face, and playing with his body. He still gripped the back of the day bed with one hand, the other gripping the side of it as he worked his arse back and forth in opposition to my fucking cock. And he cried out with pain and pleasure as I rode him and he vigorously joined the ride

I came deep inside him, spilling several bursts into his channel, filling him and stroking his heaving belly as if easing the cum deeper into him. He wrapped his legs around me holding me there, sweat now glistening on both our bodies as our breathing settled.

“So who are you?” he asked again.

“The one you are supposed to be encouraging to buy this place,” I replied smiling.

As if he didn’t already know. I was happy feeling his dick filling again under my stroking fingers, and filled and played his leaking slit with the tip of my little finger.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. You know that? I knew Kyle was trying to sell this place, but there’s no reason for me to try to induce you to buy it.”

“Sure,” I said. “Anyway, what’s the deal, do you come with the house?” I asked, smiling at him, because he was tempting me. .

He laughed, and began to massage my dick with his arse.

“And if I did? Would that really induce you to buy it?” he asked.

I paused, looking down at him. “You, I want,” I said, feeling my cock reloading inside him. “The house? Well there are lots of houses,” I had no idea what I wanted except another round with his passage.

“True,” he said, “But my house is right on the other side of the river from this one,” he added, looking up at me, smiling with lust filed eyes and arching his back and reaching to push my t shirt off, as I grew inside him.

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The house felt vacant, hollow, and huge after everyone left.

The whole Marco family went one by one for their three-week individual summer trips. The master and his wife, Mr and Mrs Marco—in whose household and care I have the honour to serve for the past several years—took a cruise, though I know for other personal reasons than the usual tour.

“I’ll go wakeboarding, guys—two weeks in Thailand,” Mongo said, the eldest of the kids: sports fanatic, tall and handsome, muscles bulging with tattoos on either shoulders running down both arms like past girlfriends running after him. “I found a fantastic bitch, you know,” he continued, smirking, the lovely Asian teens posted hot and alluring in their thongs in the resort site fresh in his eyes, describing it to me. He’ll beach-bum with his gang, he said, in a secluded spot off the coast of Thailand where he intends to drop his girl also, already sliding away from his mind.

Mongo and I share more than casual secrets, kept hidden from the whole family. Aroused perhaps or out of curiosity, I caught him once peeping inside my room. He was eighteen, at the peak of his macho popularity enjoying the adoration of college girls, ticking them off like discarded playing cards. I was twenty seven—sexy, aware and in full bloom.

Taking my noon break after my chores, I was sure the closed door, though unlocked, was clear enough to show anyone I needed privacy. The weather was hot and I was tired and sleepy. I removed my undies and wore only a short chemise, translucent in its silky, delicate softness.

Comfortable and refreshed, I was tickled by my little indecency, preening in the mirror. The luscious slopes of my breasts half-revealed in the low neckline, my nipples and cone areolas visible, puffy against the light cloth, while the laced hem glided up the delicate smoothness of my inner thighs. I eked out a girlish giggle, elated at my seductive charm, unaware the door was ajar.

I massaged my tired legs and arms with body lotion, preparing for my nap. My drowsiness slowly replaced by a warm, intimate quiver in my flesh as my hands kneaded the smoothness of my knees, caressed higher the glossy silkiness of my thighs—when I noticed Mongo’s face in the mirror peering in, watching me, devouring my sexuality.

“Mongo—you need something?” I said, catching his embarrassment, as I whirled in my seat to face him. My body exposed indecent before his sinful eyes, as my knees locked tight to cover my shaven pussy.

“Jeez—I-I thought—shit!” he said, fumbling for explanation, opening the door fast and closing it after him, standing flat against it. “It’s true what they say—you’re fucking gorgeous, Omma!” he said, hushed, keeping his excitement down. His cock bobbed, struggled hard against his shorts, bigger than I imagined or supposed. A tingle of mischievous pride coursed through my body, shameless in my malicious response—smiling, I grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to me, locking the door behind.

I was thrilled by the trembling arousal of the boy, his hands eager to touch my breasts, to slide underneath my legs and play with my pussy. I glided from him backing away and lay in bed provoking his arousals more, opening my legs slightly enjoying his wide-eyed stare. I allowed him to gloat at my succulent flesh, my wet nakedness—I was so aroused I didn’t think of any consequences. I am only an unschooled household help.

I gave Mongo a blowjob after he ate my breasts and fingered my sex, more than delighted to lick and touch my wet pussy, stout and warm in his shaking palm as he exploded in my mouth in our cavorting sixty-nine in bed. Soon, it became our secret sport, sneaking into my room whenever he feels horny and wants quick, satisfying eruptions. In return, I enjoyed his sexual excitement, admiration, and lies, coming to me as my secret lover hidden in the house.

But I did not allow Mongo to fuck me, for reasons we both understood. After all, he has more girlfriends to choose from, and I am not prepared for it yet.

“And your last week?” I heard Rica said, breaking my pleasant, amoral thoughts. The only girl in the brood, she opted for a mountain climb with her friends in the Cordillera. To hone their strength and stamina for the international rock-climbing competition, she told me then, beaming, their college team sponsored by the school. Yet I know Rica plans to enjoy some outdoor fun with her girlfriend, the kid growing into a bouncy, athletic lesbian.

Didn’t Rica knock on my door too? Didn’t the young butch, intrigued of the gossips she heard about me from the other servants, almost begged for lessons in erotic, female to female love play? Didn’t she entice me with her toys, intriguing me and promising to show me how to use and enjoy it?

Of course, I obliged. I have nothing to lose, and the girl at twenty is attractive and sexy. We woke up naked and exhausted each following morning, unable to untangle ourselves from our sweet, delicious embrace—tonguing our wet kisses, exploring our sex escort bostancı with gentle fingers, moaning in excited pleasures as we exploded again and again, her dildo strapped on me. It lasted for us, for no one knew I was Rica’s personal coach—climbing, assaulting, challenging my carnal perversity—her sweet lips and lascivious tongue in my asshole and pussy.

“N.Y.F.B., baby—NYFB!” Mongo said now, almost giving his sister the finger. Then abruptly turned in my direction, winking, our little bitch secret secured like the others.

“C’mon, moron—you’ll bring Jen?” Rica continued, amused, provoking her brother in front of their parents.

“Who’s JEN? Jenna? Jennifer? Jenjen?” Mongo said, clowning, both hands flying in hip hop innocence and surprise, and got hit with a throw pillow fast.

“Wait—what’s that? What’s N…Y…D—?” Mr Teddy Marco said, a CFO for an overseas bank, stopping a pillow fight between the shouts and laughter of his kids. At fifty six, he’d become used to the riots that usually happened when the family plan their vacations. For him, it’s all in the budget, like his intended stopover in Singapore on the way home.

The fuck can’t wait to see the newest casino, a dream of beginner’s luck in the sky park rousing his appetite. These I overheard, with Mr Marco talking on the phone, bragging about his gambling plans. The same way he bragged about his potency, when he burst inside the servants’ bathroom catching me all naked and wet, slippery as spit, gagging me with his erect cock.

True, he was potent, not mucho or macho but close enough. He made me sucked his cock. “Deep throat me, Omma—ooh, ooh!” he whined, ordering me, gripping my head, fucking my face with ravenous delight, inserting the whole length of his cock in my mouth.

For several seconds I sucked, pulled, and gobbled, using all the techniques I learned and tried, his cock stretching harder like a pipe until finally he exploded, full and at the hilt, choking me. “Swallow it, bitch! Swallow my cum! Beg for moo—oohh!—you fucking whore!!” he screamed, his dirty abuse ringing in my ears, hurrying me as his body writhed and convulsed.

We lay in the bathroom floor…Unmindful of our sweat, our saliva, the smell and touch of cum that squirted uncontrolled all over our trembling flesh. The master opened the warm shower—refreshing, washing, falling lightly on our skin as we entangled again, comfortable with our naked selves, fondling me as I stroked his cock once more.

“Only gays can give the best bjs, Omma,” Mr Marco said, hugging me closer to him, caressing my head, shoulders and back, pampering me with temporary affection, admiration, and lust—my delicate fingers tightening around the shaft of his cock.

“Is that true, Sir?” I said, and petted the swollen head with my lips, my tongue pointed, darting in and out fast to lick the slit. Mr Marco moaned, legs kicking out, lifting his crotch from the floor, his hands squeezing, gripping my breasts. He gasped, groaned and squealed like a pig with mouth wide open unable to answer or mumble his filth.

My tongue swirled slow around the crown of his cock, red and engorged inside my mouth. He squirmed, twisted and trembled exploding once more, shuddering hard. I felt feverish, filled with cum and malicious bliss. My decency already ignored, trampled, dissolving in the lewdness of my humiliations, my immoral submissions, all wicked and depraved in my mind’s eyes.

The master came back like the rest, equipped with his sex toys, plastic rings and long rubber tubings. “Shit, Omma—if only every woman is like you—oohh!” he said, writhing, exploding in our slippery, untidy mess. He woke me one late evening and ordered me to masturbate under the breakfast table, lying in the clammy tiles of the kitchen floor—my trembling legs wide open and fastened to the table’s posts—while he used his tools with batteries and little strings.

Mr Marco recognized I was ripe and did not hesitate to claim his rights. I was only an obedient slave to his master, after all. He tied me and gagged my mouth with his brief already moist with our sweat, saliva and cum. My breasts reddish, swollen, held and strapped up high with loops of plastic rings. His rubber tubings coiled tight around my body with my arms and legs fastened and opened apart—the lips of my pussy and the cheeks of my butt spread wide.

The master poked and probed, opening my asshole loose with his slurping tongue and eager lips. Then he inserted his throbbing cock—tearing, pounding, ravaging me without let up. He baptized me in a cock-numbing, cunt-squirting butt fuck –my first and not the last—my asshole tightening harder than my mouth, gripping the bulbous head of his cock, holding his orgasms at bay, which made him buckle and bounce noisily on the floor. Without my gag, I think the whole household would have woken and found us.

“Nevvah-evah-Yearn-Fellah’s-Babe-ah,” Mongo said, looking at me, sticking his tongue out, tickling escort bayan istanbul my senses with another erotic hint—will he come tonight before they leave tomorrow?—fingers rapping in tune. More laughter erupted, pillows raining on him.

“Hey, hey—wait! I asked a question here,” Mr Marco said, faking seriousness.

“That’s ‘None-of-Your-Fucking-Business’, Dad,” Pico said, sniggering, catching the glares of his Dad and Mom. “I mean—that’s what it means, Daddy—ha-ha!” And pandemonium broke loose.

The youngest at twelve and my favourite, Pico camps and treks with his classmates and teachers in a mountain resort in China. An effeminate leaning more towards gay dispositions and practices—how many times did I catch him putting on my lipsticks while wearing a pink wig?—Pico acts as the clown in the family: laughing on the outside. The latest I heard, the boy’s attitude is condoned by his art teachers.

“Watch your tongue, Pico—there’s a lady in da house!” Mongo said, pointing to me with a tilt of his head while I prepared some snacks and drinks, all eyes in my direction at once.

“Omma is not a lady!” Pico shouted running to me, hugging me, tickling me, teasing me. I love the boy like my own.

“Oh, Pico—Omma will poison you soon, you’ll see,” Mrs Flora Marco said, shaking her head, ruffling her son’s hair as everybody laughed. Flory to her fellow dermatologists and still attractive in her early fifties, she insisted on a cruise intrigued by the lavish ballroom parties. Of course, the handsome and beautiful D.I.s presented to the guests are always a remarkable collection available for all sexes. And with Mr Marco glued in the casino, the old lady can have her ways, her secret bi-ways. This, I am privy, too, as Mrs Marco often confided to me, sharing a lot of her sexual wishes and activities.

Yes, I was not exempted from Flory’s sexual needs. The woman actually likes me, admires me, covets my youthful looks. And because she was instrumental in my growth and confidence as a woman—guiding, soothing, assuring my personal doubts—I always obliged. I kept my little secrets safe this way, since each one except the youngest, Pico, were all involved in our sexual family escapades.

Flory would come to my room unannounced when she’s feeling ugly and old, desperate of her advancing years no cosmetics or surgery can cover or avoid. We would undress; shave our pussy before we rub our favourite scented oils on each other, slowly building the heat of our arousals for whoever man or woman interested us both, identities hidden, giggled fantasies unspoken, remaining untold.

And then we fucked. I strapped on her glass dildo, straddling her while she ate my breasts, fingered my sex, as I mashed and squeezed hers, too, until we both collapsed on my bed, suppressing our screams and delirious agonies until our depravities subside in the early mornings. That way, my benefactor and friend, Mrs Flory Marco, remained happy and at ease while my secrets stayed safe.

With everybody gone for three weeks, and all the important responsibilities dumped in my care as the official housekeeper, I’d be alone in the house. I require no compulsory services of the other servants and caretakers. I can manage by myself, and if I need any of them, each one is a phone call away.

Thus, with kisses of goodbyes and “take cares” smothering me, the family left in a rush—school kids out for recess. “Goodbye, Omma—we’ll see you soon!” said Mrs Marco, hugging me, kissing my cheeks before handing me the keys, the couple, the last to leave.

Omma, an endearing mispronunciation of Mongo at two years old, unable to say my real name, Roman, and got stuck. After more than thirty years, the name filled and flowered with sincerity and love, an honest acceptance of everyone for what I am—a homosexual at birth—adopting the name and staying here longer than I planned or thought I could endure. After all, I was only eight when my parents sold me as domestic help…One less mouth to feed in our family of thirteen kids.

Alone to contemplate my future in the near cavernous silence of the quaint villa, I welcomed with excited restlessness the recurring desires and past experiences coming so vivid and private during the summer months: My dirty little escapades, treasured and kept intact, spicing my uneventful life somehow.

Uneducated, with only the ability of a Prep School kid to read or write, and without social grace or special skills to balance my disadvantages except for the unusual provocative allure my body acquired, I acknowledged with shame and secrecy my physical abnormalities. Though feeling distraught and confused, I accepted my continuing transformation, adapting everything like my new name.

Yet I became conscious, more than embarrassed. My breasts swelled when aroused, the nipples stretching hard, aching with a desire to be touched, to be milked, squeezed and sucked. But what surprised me most was the ticklish sensation of wetness spreading escort beykoz warm inside and around my pubic mound, awakening sensual urges new and exciting to me—a yearning to be fucked.

I discovered quite late I was born a hermaphrodite, as Mrs Marco disclosed, with me even unable to pronounce or spell the word. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Omma—you’re so unique!” the woman said, gushing with admiration at my slender built and silken flesh. “You’re delicately attractive and girls your age will surely die for your unblemished, soft skin.”

At eighteen, my breasts blossomed, already full like a woman, with wide cone areolas and long nipples. My waist, small and supple, curves along my generous hips and butt, sliding down the length of my smooth, hairless, shapely legs. While my male genitals developed more like a cunt: My pubic mound a cupped hand where my tiny prick receded, behaving like a large clit enclosed in the folds of the foreskin and embedded deep within the velvety cheeks of my hollow balls forming stout luscious lips. Sensitive and ticklish, my sex becomes moist and profusely wet, especially, when I’m wearing a dress and ogled and gawked at by men.

The gardener, on an excuse asking for a glass of water, groped between my legs early on. The driver displayed an erection protruding in his pants each time the brute catches me alone. And the cook enticed me with pastries while the old man ogled the swells of my breasts. Each man and those like them provided me life lessons I nibbled quick and spat out, more concerned in keeping my decency and pride intact, yet treasuring my pleasures that remained unforgettable even now.

“Come often, Omma…eat my delicious cakes,” the cook said, giving me a small plate. His eyes glued in front of my delicate blouse, my breasts bobbing and bloated, restrained only in my low-cut bra. “Look, your tits will grow bigger and more beautiful,” the old man whispered, excited. His warm breath caressed my ears while his eyes licked the soft swells of my breasts, my nipples titillated and aroused, unmistakable in my flimsy top.

For who else would buy my seductive clothes but Mrs Marco? All my sexy lingerie, nighties, and revealing dresses handpicked and given by the woman thrilled to shop for me, exhilarated when I wore a stylish, expensive dress for the first time.

“Oh, you’re lovely, Omma—you look gorgeous! How I wish I have your tits!” Mrs Marco said, as I pranced and pirouetted, giggling in front of the mirror, already a woman.

Tits, though I heard it often from the gardener, the driver, and the cook every chance they got to corner me, I tried to ignore it. A gentle tremor so perverse wakens in my flesh each time I remember the look in their greedy eyes—devouring, undressing, molesting my feminine reality—sending ripples of excitement from my nipples way down deep my inner thighs. My breasts ached, tight and swollen, while my sex felt on fire, moist and slippery, burning with an itch my fingers cannot reach or satisfy.

Until one afternoon without cause or reason, the cook grabbed me and squeezed my breasts. The tingling pleasures of his touch electrified me, shocked my senses as I reeled disoriented, unprepared for the peculiar sensation quivering in my flesh. He fondled my tits, eyes wild and excited—mashing, kneading the luscious yielding roundness. I screamed in silent revulsion of my desecration, and ran away from him.

My whole body trembled as I hurried in tears for the privacy of my room—angry, disgusted, and irritated with myself—I cannot understand what I felt and why I did not resist. Why did I allow him to fondle my breasts, to grope free inside my blouse? Oh, how long did his hands enjoy touching me, stroking my breasts?

The immorality of his indecency wriggled in my sleep even as I prayed, stirring forbidden scenes of sinful acts I dared not dream or imagine. His stout warm hands came anxious and alive once more—cupping the roundness of my breasts from below, stroking slow the smoothness upwards removing my bra—baring the luscious ripeness, titillating my flesh. Goose bumps crawled and bristled all over my body. I felt a delicious tingle kicked in my sex, squirting my pleasures as his fingers teased my puffy areolas, squeezing, stretching the nipples—his unclean desires enfolding, fondling my breasts, uncontrolled.

The lewdness of the thrill pressed down on me, crushed my body while I lay excited restless in bed. The erotic recollection of his hands squashing my breasts—oohh!—more than alive as I groped and touched myself.

Yet to my surprise, it shredded away my inhibitions and taboos, absorbed my anger, my indignation and fears. My whole being overwhelmed and dumbfounded—quivering, craving for the joy of human intimacy, of male strength, dominance, and passion that made me embrace, relish, and understand more a woman’s delicate, vulnerable beauty—and came back, without hesitation, for more.

The gardener no longer made an excuse to slide his hands between my legs and fondle my arousal, stroking the smoothness within, pushing higher and higher as I squeezed my thighs together hoping to stop him…Yet letting go with a squirm when he touched the wetness of my panties, caressed the soft delicate lips of my sex, spreading wide my legs to let him in with a shudder and a bitten, muted scream.

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When Brandon left for college, I’d never felt so alone, confused or out of place. He’d always looked out for me, being a 19-year-old guy who stands only 5’4″ and weighing in at just over 110lbs, I needed his protection! We met during my junior year in high school, but got closer during our final year. Without him, my last two years of school would have been unbearable. Over time, I’d learned of ways to repay his kindness. I don’t think anyone could have guessed what we did when we were alone, except for his dad.

Mr. Reynolds had caught us in a couple of awkward situations. He’d once walked into his living room while I knelt naked between his son’s legs and was giving him my very best blowjob. Brandon was able to simply slip his erection back into his pants. I on the other hand, had to run across the room naked because Brandon had stripped me in his bedroom. That was the same day Mr. Reynolds learned I kept my body smooth, mostly because Brandon liked me that way. Even my small, pinkish erection is kept completely without hair. On another occasion, I happened to look up from Brandon’s eyes while I practiced giving him a lap-dance to see Mr. Reynolds staring at me! The craziest thing was that Mr. Reynolds looked just as aroused as Brandon!

Three long lonely months passed slowly after he left. During that time, I found myself thinking more and more about Mr. Reynolds. To me completely honest, I was missing him just as much as I missed his son! It sounds terrible I know. But I couldn’t help it.

I must’ve wandered by his home a dozen times before he finally noticed me. I was a little ways down the street when I heard him open his front door and call out, “Bailey”. Hearing his deep voice call out my name sent a shiver up my spine. Biting my lower lip and spinning around, I waved and began to quickly walk back toward him. I watched his eyes wander up and down my body as I approached. Wearing a simple white t-shirt, light denim shorts, white tennis shoes and ankle socks, I hoped he liked how I looked.

He stood on the porch, leaning against a post with a big smile on his face. He was wearing a blue dress shirt with khaki’s and brown dress shoes. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone exposing the white t-shirt wore beneath. Just like his son, Mr. Reynolds towered over me by almost a foot. He had broad shoulders, deep brown eyes and his dark brown hair had barely receded. When I got within a few steps of him, I said “Hi Mr. Reynolds. I haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been?”

He smiled and allowed his eyes to wander back down to my shoes and all the way back up before he answered. “I’ve been good. I’m missing Brandon, but seeing you has completely cured me of that.”

I smiled brightly and told him that I’d been missing his son too. We chatted for a little longer on his porch before he invited me inside so we could continue talking over a cool drink. All I could think about was him remembering the compromising positions he’d caught me in. I thought he was attracted to me, but I really hoped he liked me as much as I liked him. I knew, if he ever made a pass at me, I’d let him do whatever he wanted. With that thought in mind, I’m sure I blushed deeply when I accepted his invitation. He held the door open for me and as I passed through, he stepped right in behind me and I felt his hand on my lower back, gently guiding me into his living room. I swear I nearly squirted my juices right there!

Mr. Reynolds had be sit on his couch, the same couch where I’d done terribly naughty things with his son. Some of which he’d seen with his own eyes. He told me to get comfortable while he got drinks for us. I seriously considered stripping naked while he was gone. He returned carrying two glasses of soda. He handed me one of the glasses and asked “Diet, right?” I giggled and said, “You remembered.” While he sat down with his own drink, he smiled and told me that I didn’t need diet, I looked just perfect the way I was.

Once we were sitting side-by-side, smell of his cologne filled my nostrils, it was intoxicating. It was a woodsy, musky smell that was perfectly masculine and fit him perfectly. I’d always found his 5 o’clock shadow to be extremely sexy. Sitting there beside him on the couch, I wondered what it would feel like for him to kiss me. I felt my face heat up and the thought and immediately tried to focus on anything else. I sipped on my drink and smiled at him.

There was something about the way he looked into my eyes that made me feel very vulnerable. It was like he knew what I was thinking, like he knew all my secrets. I had the hardest time looking up at him. My eyes kept drifting back down to the drink in my hands. After I’d done that a few times, he gently reached over and set two fingers under my chin to coax me to look at him. I slowly looked up to see him smiling warmly. He told me I didn’t need to be nervous. He went on to tell me that he hoped I would be just as comfortable in his home as I was when Brandon was still there. I smiled escort tuzla and told him thank you.

At those words, Mr. Reynolds’ eyes opened wide. While he stood up, he explained that while he was cleaning up Brandon’s room, he found a backpack that was mine. I cringed, Brandon had told me he’d get rid of it before he left! I knew what was in that backpack and there was no way he could have known it was mine without looking. Oh Gawd! I wanted to disappear! I almost stood up and raced out of the house, but for some reason, I stayed right where I was. Squirming on the sofa, blushing like crazy and waiting for him to return.

He came back into the room carrying my red backpack as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Seeing it in his hands had my heart racing. He sat down beside me, closer than he had before. My left leg was touching his right. He held the backpack on his lap and didn’t say a word for what seemed like eternity.

I couldn’t help but stare at the backpack until I felt his fingers under my chin again. Slowly looking up into his warm brown eyes, I know I was blushing like crazy. In almost a whisper he said, “I wasn’t sure this bag was yours” he paused while holding my gaze, “until I opened it.” I heard myself whimper before I even realized I was making a sound.

The sound of the zipper brought my attention back to the bag. I tried to say something, but all I could do was mumble a little. Biting my lower lip as he held the bag closed but finished unzipping it all the way. I looked up into his eyes, panicking hoping he’d just zip it back up. But, while still looking at me, he spread the flap of the backpack all the way open. I almost cried I was so embarrassed, and worried, and I don’t know! I was freaking out!

He looked down into the bag and told me he was serious about me feeling comfortable in his house even though Brandon was no longer there. He reached in with his hand and pulled out a pair of pink booty shorts that were obviously made for girls. Holding them up as if he were examining them, then laying them neatly on the coffee table in front of us. “Very cute.” Were the only two words he spoke before his hand slipped back into the bag.

This time he withdrew a small stack of panties in a variety of colors. He set the stack on his knee and carefully picked up each pair, looking at each of them before laying them out on display on the coffee table. When all six pair were laid out, he pointed to a soft yellow and white plaid pair with lace around the legs and waist and told me those were his favorites. He then asked which ones were my favorites. I raised my hand and pointed to a pink pair of bikini panties. Even while I was doing it, I couldn’t believe I was telling this grown man which panties I liked to wear the most!

I’d never felt so embarrassed before! And I’d been in embarrassing situations before! This was almost too much. But for whatever reason, my little weenie was throbbing like crazy! And thinking back on it now, I’ll bet Mr. Reynolds knew exactly what that situation was doing to me.

His hand reaching back into the backpack, he came out with one of the items I’d been dreading most, a shiny metal butt plug with a pink jewel embedded on the base. He held it by its base with three fingers, the plug part was pointing straight up. He slowly moved that hand so it was right between our faces. With a teasing look in his eyes, he whispered, “This is a very lucky piece of steel.”

I gasped and felt my little weenie ooze its pre juices. I could feel his warm breath on my face, the plug that had spent so much time in my bottom was a few inches from my nose, and the things he said were driving me crazy. Somewhere along the lines, I’d gone from being insanely embarrassed to being incredibly horny. Or maybe I’d been like that all along. The sexual tension in the room was making it difficult for me to pay attention.

With the plug still between us, he whispered softly. “There is just one thing left in the backpack. Do you remember what it is?” I bit my lip hard and slowly nodded my head.

He gently set the butt plug down on the yellow panties which were his favorites. His hand then returned to the backpack and he slowly pulled out an envelope of pictures from a local drug store. He set the envelope down on my favorite pink bikini panties next to the yellow panties and butt plug. He slowly zipped up the pockets on the backpack and set it on the floor.

For whatever reason I couldn’t make myself move. I could have grabbed that envelope and ran, but I knew he’d already seen everything in there. If I were going to run, I should have done it when he first came out with the backpack! I guess deep down inside me, I wanted to stay. I wanted Mr. Reynolds to know everything. He’d seen me naked before, now he knew some of my deeper secrets.

He turned a little and looked at me. No, he looked through me. “Bailey, I want you to know. That I’ll never tell anyone istanbul escort bayan about any of this. I hope you know that. I’ve never mentioned the ‘conditions’ I’ve seen you in to anyone else. And I promise I won’t start now.”

I whimpered softly, “Thank you.” Biting my lip hard and struggling to look at him.

What happened next still confuses me. I’m not sure who leaned in, or if we both did. But the next thing I knew, my head was tilted to the side and Mr. Reynolds was kissing me. I’m not talking about a good-night bunny-kiss. I’m talking about a full on, kiss! Tongues dancing together, his hand behind my neck, pulling me in close KISS!! Without a doubt, it was the most erotic, passionate kiss of my life.

Eventually the kiss broke and it left me gasping. He leaned in until his lips were close to my ear and whispered, “I’ve wanted to do that for an awfully long time.” All I could do was whimper stupidly, “Me too.”

He sat back up and took the envelope of pictures in his hand, flipping it open and pulling out the stack of printed pictures without looking down at them. Then asked how embarrassed I was to have the images printed in a store. I ignored his question, leaned in and tried to kiss him again. But he avoided my lips. I tried to tell him we didn’t need to look at the pictures. But he would have none of it. And I sat back and pouted a little which only seemed to make him happier.

He looked down at the first picture. It showed me posing inside a dressing room in a department store at the mall. I was wearing a slightly see thru pink nightie and nothing else. “So tell me Bailey, does your, um, penis, always get hard when you are dressed like that? Or is it erect because you were almost naked in changing room?” He was definitely trying to embarrass me now. And at that point, what more could I be embarrassed about? He’d already seen the picture and my little weenie. I pulled myself together and managed to whisper “Both, I guess.”

He seemed happy with that and set the picture on my lap. I left it face up, what reason did I have to try and hide it now? He picked up the next one and we both looked at it, I remembered the day clearly. Brandon’s car had broken down and we had borrowed Mr. Reynolds’ Chrysler so we could go to the movies. On the way, I slowly undressed before we were even out of the neighborhood. I scooted down in the seat, not wearing a thing while he drove us to the matinee in the middle of the day. Brandon parked behind the theater, got his phone out and ran around to my side of the car. After opening my door, he snapped a few pictures of me while I rubbed myself and fingered my bottom. That was the picture Mr. Reynolds was looking at now. He held the picture in one hand and slowly ran the index finger of his other hand over my body in the photograph. He didn’t say a word while he set that picture on top of the previous one in my lap.

The next picture was taken at my house. My face wasn’t even visible, but I’m sure Mr. Reynolds knew it was me. I was naked and bent over the dining room table. On my butt cheeks were the bright red imprints of hands. The day that picture was taken was one of the many days I unsuccessfully tried to give my virginity to Brandon. On that particular day, I thought we should try it in my mother’s bed. He went slowly that day, but with only the head of his cock in my bottom, I screamed out in pain and begged him to pull out. Brandon was very understanding. But he thought I deserved a firm spanking for the failed attempt.

All Mr. Reynolds said was, “Naughty girl.” Perhaps I didn’t take it right, but I’m sure he emphasized the word ‘girl’ for my benefit. Brandon used to call me his girl when we were alone. And most times my mother didn’t bother correcting someone if they mistook me for a girl. So I was used to it. Honestly I took it as a compliment.

I really didn’t know what to say while he silently held the picture. The last thing I wanted him to know was how much I enjoyed a firm spanking from time to time. So I kept my mouth shut until he set that third picture on my lap. I asked him if we could please stop looking at pictures. He picked up the stack and thumbed through them, telling me just a few more.

After choosing two of them and holding them face down, he slipped the rest of them back into the envelope. He flipped the first picture over and my mouth fell open. In the picture, I stood naked in my living room except for a pair of panties around one ankle. I was looking particularly desperate while posing for the camera. Just around the corner, not more than 10 feet from where I stood, my mother sat with her back toward me at the kitchen table reading.

“You naughty, naughty girl. What would you have done if your mother would’ve seen you?” There was a sparkle in his eye. He was loving this. He must’ve known how much it embarrassed me to look at that picture with him. Brandon had dared me to do that. He’d teased me most of the day just so I would.

The escort erenköy smile from Mr. Reynolds’ face faded. He looked at me more sternly then he had since I’d arrived. “I asked you a question young lady. What would you have done if your mother would’ve turned her head and seen you so excited in the middle of the living room?”

I suppose I should explain a little about my mother. She has always been pretty overprotective of me. She insists on knowing where I am, when I’ll be back, who I’ll be with, and what we’ll be doing. Even during my senior year, she walked with me through my school hallways dozens of times, always holding my hand to meet with teachers who she believed weren’t treating me fairly. She still insisted on remaining in the doctor’s office during my annual physicals. She was a little shocked to see me without any body hair during that last visit. She still took me shopping for clothes and made me model them all for her. And being the size that I was, I would only fit in boy’s sizes. I finally had to stand up for myself, which I hate to do, to get her to let me try on unisex clothes or even girls pants. They at least fit me! One more thing, my mother stands a few inches taller than me and outweighs me by about 75 pounds. When she gets upset, she tends to frighten me, but deep down I know she loves me very much.

To answer Mr. Reynolds question, I bit my lip again and whispered, “I don’t know what I would have done if she would have seen me. I guess I didn’t think about that.”

“My point exactly. If you are going to run around naked, you have to be careful where you do it. The last thing I want is for you to get into serious trouble. Now if your mother had seen you, I’m sure she would have punished you and you would have deserved it. But that wouldn’t be the kind of trouble I’m talking about. Indecent Exposure can land you in jail! I can’t imagine the things that could happen to you in a place like that.” He paused to let that sink in. I hadn’t really spent much time thinking about the consequences. It was always fun to do and it made me feel really naughty. I knew it was dangerous, but I didn’t realize how dangerous.

He went on to explain, “All that I’m trying to tell you is that you need to find a place where you can expose your cute little self without getting arrested. Do you understand?”

I looked up into his eyes and squeaked, “Yes, I understand. But, um, do you know where I could do it safely?” I lowered my chin a little and batted my eyelashes, while still looking up to see his reaction.

His eyes seemed to sparkle again, he reached over and laid his hand on my thigh, “Bailey, Sweetie, if you ever feel the need to take your clothes off, you can always do it here. It should be pretty obvious that I enjoy seeing you naked. And if you ever want to do it in a more public setting, I’m sure I could think of a safe place.” He then reached into his pocket, pulled out a key and told me I was always welcome in his home. Holding my hands in his, he laid the key in my palm.

I arched my back and leaned in to kiss him again. Our lips met, and the kiss was just as powerful as our first kiss, maybe even more. It made me dizzy and I felt a little light headed. Brandon was a good kisser, but Mr. Reynolds was in a whole different league. I could have kissed him all day long. But it ended all too soon.

“We still have one picture left.” He stated with a little excitement in his voice. Again, he waited while I anxiously sat beside him. He sat there for what seemed like forever without turning the picture over. I finally asked him if he was going to do it or not. Something about having Mr. Reynolds see all these things and know all of these secrets about me just made me feel free. Even more so than I felt with his son.

He turned the picture over and it showed me in my pink thong, I had been kneeling just in front of where Mr. Reynolds was now sitting. Brandon’s legs were on either side of me. I was happily looking up into the camera with my mouth opened wide. On my outstretched tongue, was a large glob of creamy cum.

Mr. Reynolds didn’t speak for a time. We both looked at the picture and up at each other several times, until I finally broke out in the giggles. He waited until I calmed down and then said, “I’m betting you didn’t get a spanking on that day.” That made me giggle all the more. It was so uncomfortable and tense and strange to have all this laid out in front of us. What else could I do but giggle?

He didn’t wait for me to calm down that time. He scooped up all the pictures and tossed them onto the table. Taking me into his arms, he kissed me again. One of his hands holding the back of my neck, the other wandering up and down my body. I looped my arms up and around his neck. My head tilted to the side, breathing heavily and moaning softly into his mouth. We kissed and squirmed together for quite a while until he took one of my legs in his hands and slowly raised it onto his lap. He untied my shoe and slipped it off with my sock, setting them both down on the cushion beside him. My other leg went to his lap next, my shoe and sock were soon resting by their pairs beside him. Slipped his hands under my arms and scooted me onto his lap. Facing away from him, I turned my head so we could keep kissing, but he had other ideas.

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This is a true story of how a military stud let me have him for a night. This was the first and only time I’ve made it with a straight guy.

I’m one who believes all the “straight guys” who get it on with dudes are gay or bi and simply can’t deal with it. I don’t blame them nor hold a grudge nor judge. I’m just sayin. However, I’m not so sure about my military buddy. I really do think he’s straight. The following events happened in the late 2000s at my brother’s wedding. Names are real. Some detail left vague.

First, a little backstory on how this came to pass. My brother left home in late 1990s to join the military. I wouldn’t describe us as extremely close. He traveled the world and a couple years later I went off to college. When he settled down, it was a 6 hour flight from home so it was a few years until I visited him. He was definitely living the military life. When we talked on the phone he would tell me crazy stories of how much he and his military buds would drink, the fights they would get into, and of the girls they would fuck both foreign and domestic.

I however, wasn’t a wild guy. I was closeted though college and until my early twenties, was rather tall and lanky. Definitely one who got teased in high school. I got into lifting weights, though, and by my mid-twenties, I started to come into my own and began to have friends and strangers alike tell me I’m an attractive guy.

After college, I continued to work out because I’m a sucker for a guy with muscles. I figured, “look like what you want to get.” Today I’m 6’2″, 200 pounds and pretty athletic looking. With dark hair, scruff, and a good smile, let’s just say I don’t get teased anymore. I’ve had strangers approach me to ask if they could feel my muscles which lets me know my hard work paid off.

After I came out to my family, my brother and I actually got a bit closer simply because we could talk openly about both our relationships, not just his. Of course my comments about guys grosses him out, in an endearing way, so I give him as much crap about it as I can.

In 2004, I went to visit him. This is where I met his military friends. You of course have preconceived notions about military guys, but disappointingly, I didn’t find any of them attractive. I love a beefy guy with a good set of pecs and a nice big muscled ass. His friends were none of that. It was obvious that some of them were a little uneasy around me initially, but by day two I was just one of the guys playing poker, etc.

For a fun evening, my brother and his girlfriend and their collective friends decided to take me to the gay bar in their town. It was going to be all people I had met plus one more guy: Steve. Most of the guys hadn’t been there before and wanted to leave as soon as we walked in, but my bro made them humor me. Steve showed up late. Honestly, all I recall from that first meeting is that he had a tank top on and that my brother said he knew that Steve had been to that bar before. It was a mixed bar, really, so I didn’t think much of it. He spent most of the time dancing with the girls in our group. I’m not sure if we even spoke ten words to each other. It was all so unassuming. Of all my brother’s friends, though, Steve looked like he actually used the gym on base. And if I was in a pinch, I would have opted for Steve. He was in decent shape, maybe 6′ tall, short dark hair, sharp jaw, kinda bad-ass looking; though nothing amazing as I don’t really recall too much about him that night. We left shortly after and that was that.

Fast forward to the late 2000s. My brother had a destination wedding and we were to spend a week in the sun before the date. Three of his military buds went, including Steve. The 5 of us guys were staying at a different hotel from everyone else because we knew we might get a little crazier than the rest of the family. We had two double queen rooms, my bro escort pendik and I in one, and his 3 military buds in the other room.

The first night, we went out for a reunion drink. I could tell Steve had been working out. He had a hoodie on as it was relatively cool, but I could tell he had filled out a bit. His pecs were visible through the thick material of his top. I immediately noted I needed to pick up my straight persona more because these guys were definitely military dudes. They hadn’t changed a bit.

The next morning, we went out to sit in the sun and shoot tequila. As soon as Steve walked out of his room in his tank top it was very obvious he had been hitting the gym. “Holy shit,” I thought, “This guy must have put on 20 lbs of muscle.” He was now no longer forgettable. He was sporting nice cantaloupe sized shoulders, big firm biceps with a few new tattoos on them, and from what I could tell, my favorites: a nice big chest and great muscled ass. Walking behind him, I couldn’t take my eyes away from his beautiful ass which was lifting and bouncing with every step he took.

As we planned to get a few drinks on a patio somewhere, it came out that Steve had been sober for 8 months. It was simply a personal decision as he felt he needed a break from the crazy life. However, he was planning to end his hiatus that week.

A few drinks in, we all got a little more lively and I remember Steve reporting that he was feeling his alcohol a little more because it had been so long since he had an alcoholic beverage. Conversation flowed between the guys’ shared memories and sex. It was what I would assume is normal military banter. As the guys gave each other shit, it came to light that Steve was apparently proud of his cock, as evidenced by his history of taking his dick out and waving it around. All the guys groaned as if it were something they’ve all seen way too many times. I figured the way the booze was flowing there was a chance I might be so lucky to see this muscle stud’s cock.

The next day, the five of us got drunk off tequila shooters and found ourselves back in one of the hotel rooms, mid-day, drinking more and joking around. Most of us were shirtless including Steve. I had my sunglasses on through the day so I got to stare at his hot body whenever I wanted. His big pecs and perfectly proportionate nipples took the brunt of my attention. Eventually, everyone got wild enough, wrestling, pillow fighting, etc, that Steve found the moment to whip out his dick and threatened to beat people with it. Who knows why. Everyone was yelling and trying to get away. I grabbed my camera and told him if he did it I was going to take pictures of the whole thing. Nothing phased him. He unzipped his fly and flopped out his tool. With my bro and his buds right there, I couldn’t do anything but laugh and snap some pictures. His huge shaft protruded out from under his tight, shaved stomach. He wasn’t hard, but it almost looked like he was. It had to be 5 inches long in whatever state it was in. to my surprise, he also had a big ol’ prince albert dangling on the end of his large cockhead. Steve waved his heavy tool around a bit as the guys continued to hide and throw things at him. I just sat in my chair and enjoyed the moment.

The following night was the bachelor party. I don’t remember too much of the night except for we went to a strip club. A strip club in a non-first-world country. I feared the worst. Surprisingly, it was nicer than most of the places we had been to. I remember getting my brother a private dance. Some of the other guys did as well. Later, it came to light that Steve actually messed around with one of them. Gross, but more power to ya’, buddy.

Status quo the following day and night. We rested in the sun during the day and drank by evening. It was the night before the wedding istanbul escort and my brother stayed with his fiancé’s family at a different hotel because they had to do errands for the wedding. It was pretty late and some of the guys wanted to stay out later. Steve and I were pretty drunk and somehow the two of us ended up walking back to the hotel together. We only had one room key which meant we would be staying in the same room. Because of the drinking, I don’t really remember what was said but I do remember initially, talking about Steve’s past and decision to stop drinking for a while. The guy was a little more sensitive and real that they all let on.

In his stupor, Steve eventually said, “Let’s go back to the strip club and find some girls to fuck.” To which I replied, “Why would I want to do that? Besides we have no way of getting there and we are drunk enough as it is.”

Steve eventually agreed to head back to the room, despite repeated comments about wanting to fuck some bitches. The next think I remember, we had made it back to the room. He crashed on one bed and fell onto the other. We didn’t even turn the lights on. He kept talking about wanting to find girls.

“Steve, I’m not going back out there,” I said.

He replied, “But I’m horny.”

Was this guy expressing he was willing to play? I had no idea and didn’t really get any vide earlier. Never before had I ever thought I would get it on with a straight guy, but if there ever was a chance, this was it. Without inhibition, I went for it.

Not exact quotes, but the next could seconds went something like: Me: “Why do you wanna find a girl? Guys give better head anyway.” Steve: “I’ve heard that. I don’t think I would care if it’s a guy or a girl, I just like sex.” Me: “Care to find out if it’s true?” Steve: (after a pause, either because he was thinking or due to his inebriation) “Sure.”

Holy shit! This straight, 6 foot tall, muscled military bad ass was going to let me suck his huge pierced cock. My stomach was in knots. But I was feeling abnormally confident. I vividly remember the rest of the night.

“Come over here, then,” I said. He responded with, “You come over here.”

I didn’t hesitate. I got up and walked over to the foot of his bed. He was lying on his back on top of the covers in his boxers. The only light was from what little could get through the curtains. Steve’s muscled chest, hard abs, and thick legs lain before me.

I went straight for his dick. I pulled off his boxers and his beautiful semi-hard cock was right in front of my mouth. He had very little pubic hair and his balls were shaved. I took his shaft in my hand and even semi-hard, his dick was longer than my hand. I took the tip in in mouth, prince albert and all, and began to service this muscle stud. As his cock grew to full size, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to deep throat him without puncturing a lung, but I kept at it. He moaned a little as my wet tongue round its way down to his big hairless sack, glided up his muscled thigh, and back to his cock. My other hand found its way to his balls and I pressed my thumb into his taint to stimulate his prostate from the outside while my other hand worked its way past his smooth six pack to his big pecs. I played with his hard nipple, which, at this point, pointed straight down from the ledge of his well-defined chest.

Steve’s moaning increased as I played with his taint so I figured I would take it a step further. I lifted one of his legs so his foot was on the bed, exposing an absolutely beautiful pink hairless asshole that begged to be licked.

I was a little tickled inside that this straight guy shaved his ass, but it only gave my tongue easier access. “Have you ever had anyone eat your ass?” I asked. He didn’t reply. Frankly, it was a rhetorical question. I was about to devour this stud’s escort kurtköy hot hole.

I worked my way down his balls, over his raised taint, and grazed the edge of his sweet hole. I heard him take in a small gasp of air. That was all I needed. I dove in. I lifted his cheeks off the bed so his virgin ass was in my face and, open mouthed, took his rim cherry. My tongue worked its way around and deep inside his hole and along the sides onto his round ass, only to dive back into his hole. I was in heaven. I could tell he liked it too because his heavy breathing was only interrupted by moaning.

Very shortly Steve’s weight became an issue for my arm and I put him back down. “Roll over,” I commanded. Steve didn’t fight it. He flipped over onto his stomach and in the low light, his perfect ass looked up at me from the bed. His skin was smooth, soft yet firm, and ready to be chewed on. Again I knelt down, positioning myself at the end of the bed.

I grabbed Steve’s hard dick and pulled it back. There was my favorite image of a man: hard dick sticking out between two muscled legs, topped by a great set of balls hanging from his taint. His taint begging to be licked, only second to his hot muscled hole nestled between his two beefy ass cheeks.

I took my time taking in the view before I descended upon his ass. For the next 15 minutes Steve let me lick, chew, and finger his hole, moaning the whole time. I was in heaven. I had long since kicked off my boxers as well and had myself on the edge of cumming, enjoying this incredibly erotic night.

Steve was loving it. He was extremely drunk, but was able to gyrate his ass enough to let me know when I was doing something he liked. Then he dropped the bomb: “I want you to fuck me,” he said.

I contemplated it for a sec, then, straight laced me, knowing that just the night before had been with some girl –and who knows where she had been—I decided against it.

I told him “No, you’re gonna lay here just like this while I go take a piss. Then I’m going to come back here and eat your ass until I cum all over you.”

Again, he didn’t protest. I came back from the toilet, knelt down again, and got back to this man’s hole. Within a couple minutes I felt my orgasm approaching. I have a pretty explosive cum shot and I wanted to sock this stud in my juice. I stood up over him and let it fly. My cum shot across the bed onto his upper back and Steve just moaned. He was rock hard, but I didn’t care and didn’t even ask if I could help him finish. I had just used this stud to get off.

“Thanks.” Was all I said.

I went bed and passed out, smiling, I’m sure. That was all so surreal and rather unlike me. The next morning, I woke up, Steve was still sleeping, and I went down to the hotel pool to find the other guys sitting in and around the pool. My brother was there too. We hung out for a bit, talking about the previous night. Out of nowhere, Steve appeared on the balcony overlooking the pool, and yelled out, “Your brother corn-holed me last night!”

The place erupted into chaos. They looked to me for affirmation or denial. I said “I didn’t corn-hole him, just gave him a rim job and came all over him.” That only set the guys off more. They pretty much thought it was hilarious. The rest of the wedding went off without a hitch and strangely, there wasn’t even the slightest bit of tension between Steve and I. I he was drunk enough that he didn’t remember too much about it.

If I had the chance to do it again, I would have spent more time licking and sucking his upper body and chest. I also would have tried to kiss him to see if he reciprocated. I’m not disappointed I didn’t fuck him simply from a ‘safety’ factor. All in all, though, it was one of the hottest experiences I’ve had.

Today we are facebook friends. I check up on his pics every now and then and we exchange messages infrequently (which is more than we do with a lot of our facebook ‘friends’, I guess). I know he did a true bodybuilding show not too long after my brother’s wedding, got married, and has a kid now.

Straight or bi? Probably bi-curious though I think his days of messing around are behind him. Lucky me.

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