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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”.

Pats Schwanz ist plötzlich wieder Stahlhart. escort içerenköy Der dunkelhäutige dringt immer tiefer in den Arsch der jungen Blondine ein. Sie Schreit in einer Mischung aus Schmerz und Geilheit.

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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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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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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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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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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Kayley was nearly skipping with joy as she and her friends walked into the music festival, huge grins plastered on their faces.

“Are you feeling it, Kayley?” her roommate Emily said with a knowing grin, eyes sparkling, brushing her dirty blonde hair behind her ear with a forearm wrapped in bright plastic kandy raver bracelets.

“I think so, yeah!” Kayley said, beaming. “The music sounds AMAZING all the sudden… and my skin feels all tingly… and every time I stretch a muscle it feels… oooooh!”

She closed her eyes in delight, letting out a sigh of pure bliss as she raised her arms above her head, “Soooo gooood!”

Emily laughed and darted over to hug Kayley tight. Her touch felt like an electric shock of pleasure, tingles reverberating from her warm arms around Kayley’s neck. “I’m so glad you came, Kay!”

Kayley clasped Emily in her arms and the two friends hugged tight. “I’m so glad I came too, Em.”

She almost hadn’t. Kayley had always been shy, never one for loud concerts or crazy parties. Growing up in a small town in the midwest, in a religious family, these things weren’t really part of her culture. You were expected to graduate high school, get a working class job, and pop out a few kids by your mid-twenties.

But Kayley wanted something different, something more. And that’s why she was so excited to get to go off to college, flying across the country to become a freshman at UCLA.

Before moving to Westwood, Kayley had resolved herself not to do a lot of drinking or partying. She was here to study, after all, to prepare herself for something better than the life she’d left behind.

But her roommates were so fun to hang out with that her resolve began to weaken. She got so envious when they all came back from Bruin Bash or a frat row party drunk and happy and gushed to her about how much fun they’d had, the friends they’d made, the cute boys they’d kissed.

Kayley had kissed a boy once. But nothing more than that. She was eighteen now, and it felt like she was only one she knew who hadn’t had sex yet.

She was 5’5″ and chubby, and she didn’t have a lot of self-confidence about how she looked. She was big but not flabby, her chub filling out smooth curves nearly free of stretch marks or cellulite, blessed with those rare and exceptionally fertile genes that distributed her fat disproportionately to her thighs, breasts, ass, and beautifully tumescent little round tummy. Her wide child-bearing hips, thick thighs, and pudgy little belly jiggled as she walked, but she kept them hidden behind loose high-wasted jeans. Her enormous, round 38DD melon breasts were surprisingly firm and perky, with light areolas and thick pink nipples pointing upward, but she habitually hid them underneath a one-size-too-big dark blue UCLA sweatshirt. Even her long, silky brown hair was locked into a ponytail most of the time.

She just couldn’t believe anyone could look at her fertility-goddess body and feel desire. That just wasn’t what the hot boys wanted these days.

She yearned to be like the cute skinny girls she bunked with. Emily and Hannah we so fun to be around, and unlike the bitchy cliquey girls at her high school, they were actually nice to her.

This could be a fresh start, she’d thought, if only she could muster the nerve to put herself out there.

And so, even though it was only her second week of classes, Kayley had decided to cross the Rubicon and tag along with the others at her coed dorm to a music festival, and she’d nodded along when they’d asked her if she wanted them to pick her up some ecstasy pills. She’d gone out shopping with her roommates and bought the tight black lacy top they recommended, and the daisy duke jean shorts. She’d gulped the thick pressed ecstasy pill, a pink Snapchat logo stamped into it, in the backseat of Emily’s old Hyundai halfway between Los Angeles and San Bernardino. And as the roll began to kick into high gear, she walked arm in arm with them through the music festival gates.

Kayley’s hips swayed and her bulging breasts strained against her black lace top in the dim light of the distant stages, and the sweat glistened on her gently bouncing curves. She’d felt awkward in this sexy outfit that showed off her big boobs at first, but the rising MDMA roll was making the nervousness start to melt away. A big smile formed dimples in her cute chubby cheeks. Her eyes were wide open and sparkling, pupils obscenely dilated to dinner-plate width.

Oh my god, she thought, this is it. I’m rolling.

Hard. Really… fucking… hard.

As the group arrived at one of the main festival stages and began to post up toward the back-middle of the crowd, a surge of warmth rose up through her spine and cascaded across her skull. Taking her place in the circle of dorm friends, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, inhaled deep, and then exhaled. Tingles of pleasure reverberated up and down her body.

Walking up beside her, a boy leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. It was Chris, one of the guys from escort tuzla the adjoining suite in her dorm. He’d tagged along with the group.

“Hey Kay! You look like you’re rolling!”

She smiled wide. Wow! He was… soooo… cute? How… how hadn’t she noticed before?

They’d only talked briefly, once or twice… and now he was… singling her out, talking to her, his hand on the small of her back? Her mind was sloshing with serotonin and spinning with a surge of emotion.

“Hey Chris! Yeah, it really feels… amazing!” she blurted out, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

He grinned back at her warmly. “Yeah I think so too!”

For a moment they just looked at each other. He was a little awkward, she thought, but then again, so was she. It just made him cuter, she thought.

“So,” he blurted out, “you… want a massage?”

Wow, she thought. Chris was cute. Like… really really cute. At least five foot ten, dark brown hair, thinner but athletic build. He could have been a popular kid at her high school. And here she was, this little chubby girl. And he wanted to give HER a massage?

That was so kind, so sweet of him. I mean, of COURSE she had to say yes to this cute boy who wanted to make her feel good.

A thrill of fear and hope rose in her chest. What if this… led somewhere? She’d never had a boyfriend before… maybe that could change.

For some reason, it felt like tonight was a convergence of destiny. Like it would change the course of her whole life.

“Oh my god, YES,” she squealed up at the tall boy, her jaw vibrating uncontrollably and her pupils wiggling in anticipation, “I bet that will feel SO good!”

She grinned as she spun around and brushed her brown hair away from her shoulders.

Chris smirked. “I think you’ll like this then, Kay. Just relax,” he said.

His strong hands rested on Kayley’s shoulders and began to slowly, deliberately knead her shoulder muscles.

Kayley gasped sharply.

Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck…

this felt so…

fucking…

incredible…

The speakers blared a low rumble as the house music bass drop kicked in, and another fat load of serotonin gushed into her overstimulated synapses. An unbearable, undeniable gravity made her want to touch him, to trust him, to surrender to the feelings of love welling up inside her.

It felt so natural, so good.

As Chris’s fingers dug into her back, the music swelled. Kayley closed her eyes, sighed in contentment, and leaned back against Chris’s chest. Her breasts straining against her blouse, heaving as she panted with pleasure, her nipples hardening through the thin material.

As the music pulsed across the crowd, Kayley and Chris swayed to the beat, their bodies intertwined. As he worked her shoulders, she brought her hands up to idly play with her torso, running her fingers across her belly, tracing lines around the button. The dim light of the stage lights against the night sky highlighted the sweat glistening on her skin.

Finally, her finished and then said, smiling, “How was that, Kay?”

With a sigh, she spun around and beamed up at him.

God, he was cute. And he was SO nice to give her a massage, it felt SO SO good.

He was incredible. And beautiful. A trail of cunt juice began to lazily drool from her engorging labia and pool in her panties.

“Oh my god, thank you so much, Chris! That was AMAZING. Jeez, I’m rolling so hard.” Kayley exclaimed, her voice barely above the music but full of excitement.

Chris grinned. “I know, right? This is so great!” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

Kayley hugged him, her face inches from his. He was so warm. God, it felt so good to be pressed against a hot boy like this. Her thoughts were spiraling in his arms. This might really be the start of something special.

“I’m so glad we’re here together,” she said softly, her eyes shining and glazed over.

Her lips were parted slightly, and her eyes darted to his lips briefly. She could feel their hot breath on her face. It made her shiver with delight, with possibility.

Chris’s hands rested on her hips, guiding her movements as they swayed, dancing close like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“It’s like nothing else matters but this moment,” she breathed softly.

Their lips got closer and closer.

They were almost touching now.

She could feel his hot breath.

She parted her plump lips and began to close her eyes, and–

Suddenly Emily’s face appeared next to Chris’s. “Heeeeyyyyy girllll!” she said, smirking, and Kayley blushed. “You guys look like you’re enjoying yourselves!”

“Y-yeah,” Kayley blurted out, face against Chris’s shoulder, cheeks flushed a deep red. “This stuff is… amazing! You guys are, like, seriously my best friends.”

Emily grinned. “Okay well, me and Hannah and the boys are gonna make a bathroom run! We’ll be back before….” she looked down at her iPhone with wide, dilated eyes, istanbul escort bayan smack-smack-smacking her chewing gum, “…um, 12:30, when Tiesto comes on. Then we can all raver train to the main stage!”

Chris smiled. “Bet!”

“Can’t wait!” beamed Kayley.

“Awesome!” Emily said. “Okay, so you two…” she winked, “…don’t go anywhere until we get back, mmmkay? We’ll meet you back here.”

“Sure thing,” said Chris, and Emily skipped off to join the others, who had already set off for the Port-a-Potties, grabbing another girl’s am to become the caboose of the raver train and disappearing into the crowd.

All alone together with Chris now, Kayley turned to him and clutched him closer. As the music swelled, another wave of reverberating pleasure swept through her. Her soft curves pressed urgently into his tall, lanky, athletic form. Her whole body felt like it was floating, vibrating with bliss.

She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. “That massage was incredible, Chris. You have magic hands.”

Chris chuckled. “Thanks, I try my best. But I think it’s the molly that’s really making everything feel so good.”

Kayley’s eyes snapped open, and she smiled widely. “Definitely. I feel… so…. connected to you right now. Like we’re… on the same wavelength or something?”

“Yeah! Damn, I know exactly what you mean,” Chris said, his voice filled with empathy. “It’s like we can read each other’s minds. This is what I love about molly, dude. It makes everything feel, like, so real. Like this is who I really am.”

As they danced closer, their bodies almost touching, Kayley felt an overwhelming sense of trust and connection. “It’s weird, we just met, but… I feel like I can tell you anything,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chris’s eyes locked onto hers, filled with warmth and understanding. “Yeah, I feel the same way. Like we were meant to come here and be together.”

She gazed into his dilated pupils, her vision closing in, his cute face the only thing she could see. Her thoughts, her desires, were focusing in on this moment.

“Like tonight is fate,” he said.

A hot flood of serotonin-laced desire cascaded through her brain. The music reached its climax, and without thinking, Kayley bounced up to kiss Chris on the lips, hard.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intensity of their moment, wrapping their arms around each other tight as they sucked each other’s lips with the urgency of two desperate lovers suddenly released to each other. The festival crowd seemed to fade away around them.

As Kayley’s plump, wet lips slurped Chris’s mouth and tongue, shivers shot down her spine. Still locked onto her face, he brushed her hair away behind her ear like a gentle lover and cradled her head in his hands. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she tilted her head to the side. Their kisses were deep and urgent. With a slight moan Kayley’s tongue slid against Chris’s. Her big breasts squeezed against him and she could feel his heartbeat against her chest. It seemed to synchronize with her own.

She thought she could feel an erection growing in his pants, pressed against her crotch, which made her heart skip with joy. The world around them was a blur of sound and light melding into a singular glow that cocooned around them as they lost themselves in the moment, utterly consumed with sucking each other’s mouths and squeezing each other’s warm bodies.

Feelings cascaded through Kayley’s brain: trust, empathy, deep connection, excitement, promise. For some reason, it didn’t feel like just kissing any boy, it felt like kissing The Boy.

Like she had found her person.

Like this moment was the fulcrum of her entire future.

Was this just the molly? Or was this the beautiful, ultimate truth that shedding her inhibitions had unlocked? Was she really meant to spend the rest of her life with this hot boy?

A peak of MDMA crashed over her, her jaw vibrating manically as her lips softly gnawed his with a demanding insistence.

After several minutes (or maybe an hour? It was hard to say) they finally let go of each other for a moment to catch their breath. Kayley slowly realized that she was in the middle of the crowd at a music festival. She’d forgotten, so focused had she been on Chris.

Kayley’s eyes locked onto his, tears of joy welling up inside them.

“Wow,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.

Chris smiled back. “I know,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

Kayley spun around to face the stage, breasts protruding through her lace top, and leaned back against him. She turned her head to look back up at him over her shoulder and their lips met again.

It felt like this moment could last forever.

Chris held her waist tight, his hands clasped together against her chubby little tummy. Her soft, round butt cheeks pushed against his throbbing hard cock through her jean shorts.

He escort erenköy turned to kissed the back of her neck slowly and gently, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Each careful press of his lips against her tingling skin was like electric fire. Her eyes wiggled and her pussy clenched insistently with each wet touch of his lips against her, and she let out a few grunts and squeaks involuntarily as she spasmed with pleasure against him.

He raised his head next to her ear. She could feel the scruff of his stubble dragging against her soft cheek as he growled, “You taste so good, Kayley.”

She spun around to face him and without missing a beat he crouched to put his strong arms around her thick thighs and lifted her into the air. She locked her legs around him as he pressed his face back into hers, lips sucking hard against her puffy, panting mouth, her tongue darting into his without even thinking about it.

As he held her up, she was moving her hips against his waist without even thinking about it. Humping him subconsciously. She was getting so, so fucking wet, so goddamn horny for this hot boy.

“C-can we sit down?” she panted, “like in the grass? I… I wanna cuddle.”

He grinned and turned to push through the crowd, carrying her as she clutched him like a sweaty, chubby koala. He walked them over to a grassy spot by the side of the stage, then let her go and sat down.

A wild gleam of desire in her eye, she dropped to sit on his lap, facing him as she straddled him, hungrily leaning against him to continue their desperate makeout session.

“Mmmmf… mmmph…. unngh, Chris… mmmm…” she moaned over and over, dragging her fingertips down his back as he worked her scalp, digging in his fingers so hard against her skull it should have hurt.

Only… it didn’t. It felt fucking orgasmic.

As they clutched each other and groped each other and sucked each other’s moaning faces, she ground her dripping-wet cunt lips against his fully erect penis, rock hard and poking a tent through his shorts. Only the shorts and thin lace panties separated their engorged, throbbing reproductive organs.

“Uuungh! Unngh! Mmmmmnfff… fffuck…” the thick girl moaned, eyes closed and lips wide and trembling, as he moved his head to the side and began kissing and sucking a trail down her slim, vulnerable neck.

He moved his hands down from her head and slid them under her lacy top. A sigh of relief shuddered through her as the strong, warm fingers slid up to cup her round, heaving tits, hot with need.

“Fuck yes…” she breathed with contentment, chubby body shaking and jiggling as her roll peaked once again.

His breathing grew ragged and his eyes wide as he roughly kneaded and squeezed the fat mountains of hot, soft boob flesh. They were so warm, so unbelievably soft, like giant squishy pillows with big light-pink areolas and little hot-pink nipples. The most perfect toys imaginable when rolling really, really hard. Each squeeze sent a mini orgasm shooting up her spine until it was too much, and a real orgasm that had been bubbling up inside her overflowed and exploded. Her mouth was wide open, eyelids flickering and eyes rolled back, as she emitted a low guttural moan punctuated with uncontrollable high-pitched squeals of pleasure.

This was happening. It was really happening.

She was cumming.

She was cumming on this beautiful boy’s lap, his cock grinding against her soaking pussy, his hands on her big boobs.

She’d never had an orgasm before. This was the first time she’d ever cum.

As she came, shuddering wildly, Chris grunted with a singleminded focus on working the overflowing chest of the sweat-gleaming fertility goddess grinding and squealing above him. Her trembling chub sent flecks of sweat flying everywhere as she vibrated violently on top of him. She squealed herself hoarse as he rolled and played with the rock-hard nipples poking straight out, sending the orgasm cascading into wave after wave after unimaginably pleasurable wave.

“Fuck… you’re so… fucking… hot, Kayley…” he growled as she began to come down from the molly-soaked orgasm, between lip-smacking sucks of her trembling neck. His lips and teeth left a line of blotchy red hickies behind. Each time he bit into her neck, breaking a new set of capillaries, it felt like a delicious tickle of utter ecstasy.

“….y-yesss… that f-feels… so f… f.. fucking… g-good, Chrissss…” she moaned, gradually regaining control of her vocal chords as she ground harder and harder against his cock. Her sopping wet cunt had gushed so much pussy juice it had soaked through their shorts, coating his arrow-straight fuck rod in gushing cunt honey.

“Did… did you just…” he ventured.

She nodded vigorously, smiling wide. “Yeah. That… that’s never happened before.”

His eyes widened. “Like… NEVER never?”

She grinned. “Mmm-hmmm.”

He grinned and began sucking harder as his hands moved down from her scalp to begin slowly peeling her lace top up and off the fat, sweaty tits it was clinging to.

A surge of horny excitement shot up her spine.

He was so bold. But it felt so right? She just… wanted to be under his control right now. Wanted to let him do whatever he wanted. Wanted to be subservient to his desires.

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‘Iron’ Mike Tyson once said “Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.”

I used to think this was about losing, and specifically about me losing. I’d lost my dignity, self-belief and manhood. I was a beaten whelp of a man; no, a boy. I never felt I’d grown up enough to compete in the ‘real world’ and the Tyson quote was a reminder that I never would. The focus of this utter despair was my disfigured cock that I’d broken during an accident at, of all places, the Olympics.

The end of my cock had gone from a smooth bell shape to a hexagonal, cube-like shape about half as big again as it originally was. The shaft went from square, to oval, then round. It started thick at the end and went gradually thinner to the base. That’s not the worst of it. It had two new bends, one directly down, and one directly up. It meant my dick made a U-shape. I tried to tell myself that it was thicker than before, but because of the bends it looked half the length. I’d nick-named it Frankencock.

Two years after my humiliation, I won an Iron Man competition at my first attempt as a novice competitor. Then, almost immediately, I had anal sex with a two-time gold medal winning Olympian. This should have been the beginning of a more positive outlook on life but no, it was further dig at my dignity. Despite winning against seasoned athletes, I didn’t see myself as a winner. I’d beaten them for sure, but I’d not beaten my own feelings of inadequacy.

I’d fucked an elite athlete in the ass, and not just fucked her but much to both our surprise left her ruined — but who could I tell? Who would believe me? Despite how amazing it was, and how thrilled I felt, it was like a punch in the face. I already felt like a fraud, and trying to explain this to anyone would have led to even greater mockery. The only positive from this whole sorry episode was that Esher ‘Ezy’ Bartlett didn’t get to see the focus of my humiliation — my broken cock.

However, the Tyson quote isn’t about losing, it’s about showing adaptability. Over the next few months I was about to learn a valuable lesson in adaptability, but right about now life was about to kick me down again.

When I arrived home late after the race my parents both assumed that it had taken longer to complete the race than average, so assumed the worse. I got a hug from mom and a ‘good effort’ from my dad.

So I was a bit sheepish when I said that I’d won, and both asked what I’d won. I tried to explain I’d won the race, and honestly, I don’t think either of them believed me. Out of the sponsors holdall ‘Ezy’ had given me, I pulled out my medal and cup, and also the dirty sportswear Esher had been wearing.

I think both parents were speechless for a while, but as I sat down for second dinner, I made a footnote in the late news sports section bringing it all into sharp focus.

The following day was Sunday and I didn’t do much, just rested. Mom continued to feed me like I’d never eaten before and dad seemed to want to say something but as always didn’t. I think he wanted to say I needed to get a job, or do better at college, or both. As usual we avoided each other. I went to bed early, but heard heated voices as I fell asleep.

I was up early, before dawn. I had my usual massive breakfast and was out on the bike before anyone else got up. Riding is something that I loved doing, and found it easy to push myself to the upper limits of my endurance. It also helped me reflect on life which, personally, took ages for me to work out. From my ride I went to the local pool and swam when it was quiet. I generally swam for a couple of hours then I’d get a snack from the shop and run — a long out and back loop before coming back, picking up my bike and cycling home.

By the time I got back home there had clearly been an argument and my arrival was a reminder. Dad asked me what I wanted to do with my life, mom said I was already doing it. Dad said I should get a job or go to university or both; mom said I didn’t have to rush into any of that.

I left them to it. I trained to avoid all of this bullshit.

Monday evening I got a call from the local insurance company called Whiteleaf Insurance, the largest employer where I lived.

They heard that I was the ‘local boy done good’ and wanted to sponsor me. In fact, they had some sponsorship at the race and apparently I’d spoken to them after the race. I just hoped they had left before I ended up with ‘Ezy’ in the Portakabin. She screamed out enough to leave me with a ringing in my ears.

The call was over an hour, and at the end of it they’d offered me a pick-up truck, fuel, travel expenses to and from the race, and some race gear including a new bike. In return, I’d need to do some publicity, meet their staff for a presentation once a month, and absolutely and under no circumstances damage the pick-up truck. Not even a parking accident. Not so much a scratch.

By the time I was off the phone, I was pretty excited. Mom was elated; dad less so. They wanted to meet me at the local outdoor pool for a presentation the following Saturday. I was to get my wheels, both two escort bostancı and four, and some sponsored sportswear.

On Monday I started my usual training routine; up before dawn to ride, then a lunchtime swim in the outdoor pool, then a run, then a ride home. Today was different though. I arrived at the pool and locked my bike up. The pool manager and team came out, and as I tried to pay, he said that until further notice, access to the pool was free. As I walked to the changing rooms, people started applauding. I got changed, and by the time I came out the pool was lined with people who not only clapped, but cheered too. I wasn’t sure how to respond, so put my goggles on and dived in. However, I usually dropped into the pool and then put my goggles on. So when I dived in, they pinged off my head as I hit the water and sank to the bottom of the pool. I didn’t know what to do, so I put in some lengths with my eyes stinging, then got out well short of the 5k swim I usually did.

Before I could dry off and get changed the manager came up to me. He said that he wanted to offer the use of a private changing room. I’m all for a free upgrade. He explained how the alarm and keys to the pool worked so that I could swim whenever I wanted. I signed some forms in his office and explained that I was going to get sponsorship from Whiteleaf. He said that they’d already called him and arranged a presentation ceremony for this Saturday.

He showed me the private changing room. There was enough space for some fancy lockers, two huge showers, luxury towels and equipment storage. The lockers had a drying feature for wetsuits and there was bike storage with a lockable hook. Before I could try out the shower and put some clothes after my swim on I was given a staff swipe card. On the wall next to the pool I’d got my own name to say I was ‘on duty’ to tell everyone I was swimming.

As we returned poolside the staff lined up and applauded me. I flushed as red as the lifeguard uniforms the staff wore. The manager, Ash, introduced me to each of them. I was still in my speedos, which were basically a tiny strip of nylon and lycra. Each time I shook hands with the female staff, they all gave me a look up and down which embarrassed me as I was trying to remember their names and not feel my cock stir.

After saying goodbye I finally tried the shower out and changed to cycle home early. Mom fed me as I got in and I explained what had happened at the pool, excluding getting looks from the female staff. Mom said that she’d try and get down to the pool to support me, and I wondered how she might feel if the female staff were keeping a ‘close eye’ on me.

That night I decided to rearrange my training regime using the pool as a start and end point, and so I’d start with a swim, then change and go out for my cycle, then return back to change for a run. I planned on training for the next Iron Man which was just a couple of months away which I should explain. Anyone over the age of 18 can compete in an Iron Man, but if you’ve not done one before you start in the open category where I’d completed from and won. My next race would be in my age category, 18-24 and I was hoping that Whiteleaf Insurance would help out with the cost.

I cycled to the pool early in the morning, arriving just before 6am. As I got there, the front gates were already opened and after a quick check of the panel found the alarm was disabled, which was a relief. After a quick look around I could see the cleaners getting ready to start their shift. I headed to the private changing room. I only needed to get changed, so I fished out my speedos and goggles and placed them on the changing room table before taking off my cycling shoes. I then pulled off my cycling shirt and dropped my shorts.

“Erm, hello?” A tiny voice squeaked from behind me.

I grabbed my shorts and covered myself before turning around to see who it was.

“Sorry, hello?”

The door opened a crack and I could see a mop of red hair. Was it Chrissy or Christina?

“Oh, morning Andy. Can I get you a, erm, hot drink?”

Not sure what the right answer was, I took a page from the book of good manners.

“Yes please, could I have a black coffee?”

“Sh-sure! Coming right up!”

I wasn’t altogether sure who she was, so quickly slipped my speedos on before sorting out my locker. Before I’d gotten the locker closed, the door opened and Chrissy stepped in, closing the door behind her and standing with her back against it. I turned to face her, looking both surprised she’d got a coffee so quickly and shocked that she’d come in.

“Hey, Andy…” Chrissy’s eyes went wide, staring at my speedos. After an intake of breath she continued. “Coffee.”

I stepped towards her and took the hot mug.

“That’s great. Thanks…” I gave her my thinking expression. “…Chrissy?”

“You remembered my name!” She squeaked. Her breathing was becoming laborious. “Wow, just wow…”

I just needed to put my riding shoes away. As I turned away, Chrissy moved with me, and pressed her back against the lockers.

“It’s escort bayan istanbul so hot in here.” Chrissy gave me a light giggle, but continued to breathe hard. She made a point of unzipping her hoodie for me, and I suspected her red lifeguard uniform wasn’t regulation. Chrissy’s breasts nearly fell out as she undid the zip. My cock lurched.

“Umm, Chrissy, I need to, erm, swim.”

I don’t think my words had the conviction it needed and unfortunately my eyes wandered down to Chrissy’s breasts. As enjoyed her cleavage, she dropped her hoodie to the floor.

“You’re sooo fit, Andy.” She sighed the words then took another deep breath. “You’ve got an amazing body can I touch it?” and before I could agree or otherwise she ran her fingers down my six pack down to the top of my pelvis. My cock gave another lurch.

Chrissy giggled again and squeaked. “Oh my, just look at me.” And then proceeded to remove her red one-piece. She had a swimmers body, lithe and strong, except for her breasts that seemed unaware of the effects of gravity. As my mouth opened and I stared at her naked body, she stepped forward.

She now had both her hands running up and down my torso, not once taking her eyes off my body.

“Fuck me.” Her voice was an octave lower, and carried both passion and urgency and none of the falsetto insecurity from a moment ago. My cock lurched again, now fighting to try and get out of my speedos.

As much as I wanted to fuck Chrissy I was loathed to show her my crippled, curled cock. However, my cock was now ready and Chrissy was keen. I felt I was about to be outvoted.

Realising she liked my muscles, came up with an idea. I put my arms under her butt and picked her up, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck and thighs around my back.

“Oh my god you’re so strong.” She gasped.

“Put your arms around my neck.”

Chrissy didn’t need an invite and she planted a deep kiss on my lips and explored my mouth with her tongue. As she did this, I pulled out my erection, and started to line the tip up with her vagina. It wasn’t difficult to find either; she was dripping her wetness signalling how much she wanted me.

Using my hand I pushed the first few inches into her, then moved my hand to squeeze her ass.

“Oh god you feel so good.” Chrissy moaned into my ear, kissing and licking it. I wasn’t sure what to make of her answer, given she’d only got a few inches. I pushed again, past the first ‘bend’ in my cock, to the start of the second ‘bend’.

“Oh fuck.” She quickly lost her seductive voice for something more matter-of-fact.

“Fuck you feel…. Big.” She stopped kissing and her eyes were wide. Now it was my turn to be seductive.

“Do you want the rest?”

She took a deep breath.

“Oh god, yes, I wa….. FUCK. FUUUCK… Fuuuuurgh…” I pushed the rest of my cock into Chrissy and she screamed.

“Slow, slow, oh wow, just it’s really, shit…. Andy!” she squealed “What the fuck?”

Chrissy went from cautious to confused. While I had her in my arms it was simple to just lift her up and down a couple of inches to fuck her. Her eyes went wide when I did this.

“Oh god oh god oh god…” Chrissy was hyperventilating as I fucked her.

I didn’t quite appreciate it as I fucked her, as I had only previously had anal sex prior to this, and had no idea how the mechanics would work either lying down or standing up.

“Andy, oh wow, that’s so… I can’t… How are you doing that?”

I pulled her up, and felt a familiar ‘hook’ sensation that I’d felt having anal sex. My cock locked inside her and I tried lowering her, rolling my hips to penetrate her, then pulling her back up to feel her pussy lock at the ‘bend’ of my cock.

“Oh shit… that’s right on… oh god…. That’s on…”

I wasn’t sure what I was on, so I bounced her up and down on my cock. She locked her legs tight around me and let out a long, low growl. As she did, I felt a warm, wet liquid squirt from her. It splashed over my hips, thighs and dripped down my legs.

“Oh fuck my life. I think I’ve squirted…”

She wrapped her arms around my back and rested her head on my shoulder while I gently continued to fuck her.

As she sighed, I picked up the pace again, needing to get to my own orgasm.

“Oh my god, you’re touching me again… oh god, oh god, oh god… fuuuaaahh…”

I got another soaking across my hips and felt the familiar warm, wet sensation from a moment ago. I was close now close to my own climax, and rather than slow down I fucked Chrissy harder and harder. I was also starting to feel my arms and legs beginning to burn from lactic acid so I pinned Chrissy up against the changing room lockers using more of my body to press her into place. With some of the pressure off my legs I was able to swivel my hips more and, as I’d found with anal, I could only pull out about a third of the way before my cock seemed to ‘lock’. From this semi-seated position I fucked Chrissy with more power and speed.

She let out a long, long groan. By now I was grunting from exertion, and escort beykoz each pump took a little more wind from me. I needed to quickly tip myself over the edge, and harder seemed to work, so I applied myself to driving up and into Chrissy.

Her loud, deep groan slowly rose in pitch and lost some of its volume. However, her legs began to crush my hips and her fingers sank into the muscles across my shoulders. As I got closer to my orgasm I lost some of my rhythm; my hips either spiked or pressed into her. When I was almost to the point of orgasm, Chrissy bit into my left shoulder.

“FFFF…… aaaaugh god fuck, FUCK, FUCK….FUCK”

I orgasmed as she reached another climax. She again gushed over both of us, down my legs and onto the floor. As soon as she orgasmed her legs started an intense tremble and she let out a long, rasping gasp.

I was now terrified that someone would have heard us. She bellowed so loudly that my left ear was ringing and I’d got a sharp pain from her bite. Weirdly, the bite was the tipping point for me, and I seemed to climax because of it.

“Fuck, Andy, I never knew… I just… I never knew…”

She wriggled a little on my thighs, and took a long, lost look into my eyes. She had the same far-away look I got from ‘Ezy’ Bartlett. I needed to figure out what this meant.

“Let’s shower.”

“Oh Andy, I’m so sorry but you’ve made me squirt.” She paused and gave me an apologetic frown. “No one’s ever done that to me before.”

“It’s okay Chrissy.” I gave her a smile. “Let me wash you.”

She squealed as I carried her to the shower, still in my arms. “Oh wow, I can feel you inside me while you carry me.” Her eyes went wide. “You’re so strong! It feels amazing…”

Chrissy seemed to enjoy being manhandled as I carried her into the shower. I turned on the water which brought out another squeal; it was cold. “Andy, you beast!” She tried to wriggle out of my arms and I laughed as I held her tight around me.

“That’s cold! Make it hot!”

I let the cold water play between us for a moment. It had the desired effect for me; I felt my erection fade in the cold and slip out of Chrissy. I now felt confident enough to let her stand so she could let her hands wander over me.

The water quickly warmed and we took a moment to wash each other. Chrissy rubbed and washed my body thoroughly – she seemed to really enjoy running her hands over my six-pack. I found myself drawn to her big, firm breasts so I spent time washing them. I kept my hips pressed into hers for most of our shower; still feeling self-conscious that even my flaccid cock might give away a clue to it’s true nature.

Showering with Chrissy was a new thrill to me, and she seemed to enjoy letting me give her breasts a soapy massage. We seemed to mutually agree that it was time to step out and dry and we both felt a sense of urgency after loitering in the changing room for so long.

Stepping outside in my speedos into the bright morning light was jarring. As I adjusted to the sunshine I looked around, trying to ascertain if we might have been caught. The only people were the cleaners at the far end of the outdoor pool. I looked at the staff duty board and besides Chrissy and myself being ‘on duty’ was Helen who would have been at the entrance.

The pool was perfectly still; deep blue and inviting. I adjusted my goggles so they didn’t ping off when I hit the water and dived in from the deep end. Had I waited a moment longer, I’d have seen Chrissy and Helen stepping out from the changing area. Instead, I eased through the mental gears and swept from one end of the pool to the other. Both Chrissy and Helen watched intently as I rotated my arms and kicked with my legs. I’d got blue speedos with diagonal white stripes which in the blue shimmer from the water gave the appearance that I was almost naked. Not only was the cold water cooling my balls and cock, it chilled my burning ears.

I continued to swim until just before lunchtime. I’d lost track of time as either Chrissy or Helen had put the ‘lane out’ signs at both ends so I had my lane to myself, allowing my mind to focus. I only stopped when the reflections on the bottom of the pool went as the sky clouded over, and as I got to the shallow end I stood up and took a look around.

I headed to the private changing room, showered and smiled at the two damp towels already in the basket by the door. I took out my lunch, and decided I’d sit outside and eat before starting my bike ride.

I should explain the outdoor pool. The design is what’s known as a lido. Next to the ten lane, 50 meter pool was the changing room and lockers. The men’s and women’s changing rooms had an ‘in’ and ‘out’ entrance, separated by lots of outdoor lockers. The changing room was clad in teak wood and curved around one side of the pool. The other three sides of the pool are grassed and rise gently from the pool to allow people to lie or sit nearby. In the summer the banking became packed with people sunning themselves after a swim. The grassed banking had various sail sheets and outdoor umbrellas for shade. Next to the pool, on the opposite side of the changing rooms are basic tiered seating, again in teak. The seating is deep enough to allow people to lie back if they wish. Finally, next to the shallow end of the pool are some paddling pools and water features for babies and finally the cafe and entrance.

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Dear Readers,

the following story actually happened in every detail as I tell it. I have added nothing, nor omitted anything. I first published this story more than fifteen years ago in a significantly toned-down version on the website of the tantric massage practice to which I owe this experience. The publication was in German, my native language.

Although I spent many years of my childhood in the USA and am therefore fluent in English, I confess to having used the assistance of an online translator for the translation. Nevertheless, I have endeavored to use all phrasing as closely as possible to the original. Please forgive me if any linguistic slip-ups have crept in. While I speak the language almost as fluently as my native tongue, I simply lack the necessary vocabulary in the field of eroticism. Please be gracious to me and take this fact into account if you do me the honor of rating and perhaps even commenting on the story.

And now I wish you lots of fun immersing yourself in my experiences with an infinitely soulful, sensitive, and truly divine tantric masseuse!

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When I opened the envelope my wife gave me for my forty-fifth birthday, I was amazed. It was a voucher for a two-hour tantric massage, from a tantric practice in Leipzig, a beautiful city in Saxonx, Germany. Now that was truly something unusual! Just a few days earlier, my wife Lexie (her nickname) and I had watched a documentary on TV about tantric massage, which probably gave my wife the idea for a suitable birthday present. Since I had to go to Leipzig anyway to give a lecture at a medical conference, this gift was a perfect fit!

When I arrived home from work that evening, my wife was already waiting for me in the living room, looking cheerful. The Tantra practice’s website lit up at me from the laptop monitor. The attractively designed site provided clear information about the historical roots of this form of massage, the massage process, and the practice’s diverse range of services. The spectrum ranged from a one-hour, sensual massage without intimate contact to a three-hour luxury massage, including an extensive yoni or lingam massage, which could also be booked with four hands upon request. Since my business trip to Leipzig was only a few days away, my wife dialed the number listed on the website and, after getting a dial tone, handed me the phone. A very cheerful, female voice answered, which I immediately liked. There was something magical about this voice that immediately touched my soul. The friendly lady on the phone was delighted to hear my question about whether I could receive the massage from her in person. She readily agreed to my request and a suitable appointment was quickly found.

The next few days dragged on, but finally, the day of my departure for Leipzig arrived! For once, the train wasn’t delayed, and I arrived in Leipzig in time to check into my hotel and prepare my materials for my presentation scheduled for the next morning. I still had a few hours until my massage, so I called again as agreed to confirm the appointment.

After going through my PowerPoint presentation again and having a small snack, I went back to the Leipzig main train station to pick up a small gift for my masseuse. I didn’t want to show up to my appointment without a little something, because after all, I was also supposed to be richly rewarded with the massage. In a flower shop, I found a beautifully arranged bouquet in a glass bowl filled with gemstones. With the bouquet under my arm, I continued on foot and found the nearby Leibnitzstrasse in a formerly middle-class residential area with multi-story old apartment buildings. One could almost have imagined oneself in an old residential district of Paris, were it not for the occasional Trabant and Wartburg cars, which still claimed the odd parking space here and there as relics of a thankfully bygone era. [Leipzig was located in the Soviet-occupied eastern zone of Germany before it was reunited with the western part of the country in 1990. At the time this story takes place, relics of the communist era could still be seen in many places, including old cars, especially Trabant and Wartburg.] I quickly found number 16, where, among a multitude of doorbells, I found one with the inscription “LaLita” at the very bottom. My heart was pounding in my throat, like a young man before his first date…

Before I rang the doorbell, I pulled out my cell phone to call Lexie and tell her I’d arrived at the tantra practice. “Well, let her pamper you, my darling. And when you get home, maybe you can even teach me something!”

I escort kartal could practically hear Lexie’s wink through the phone, and I was already looking forward to holding her in my arms again in two days.

It took a moment until the already familiar voice answered the intercom. “Michael, is that you?” and immediately after my confirmation, “Just to the right, up the small staircase!” The door opener buzzed, and I entered a dark entrance, only dimly lit by the light coming from the open door of the tantra practice. My masseuse greeted me at the stairs and hugged me warmly, like a good friend or family member. She radiated a friendliness and warmth that instantly melted away any tension I felt. I guessed she was in her late thirties, although I’m not good at judging women’s ages. Only much later, after the massage, did she reveal to me that she was already in her early fifties and the proud granny of a two-year-old granddaughter. She was very petite, barely five foot three. Shoulder-length, curly brunette hair framed her pretty face. Beneath a black cape made of loose-knit mesh, she wore a skin-tight body suit that revealed her athletically slim figure.

My masseuse, whose name I will not disclose here for reasons of discretion, invited me in and took my jacket. When I handed her the floral arrangement I had brought with me, she was completely overwhelmed. Her joy about this small gesture was immense and obviously came from the heart. She told me that she had never received such a gift from one of her guests before. Her reaction made me rejoice inside, and I was pleased that I had obviously the right idea with this small gesture. So the ice was broken! My masseuse blew a kiss on my cheek and took my jacket, hung it on the coat rack, and invited me into a large room romantically lit by candles and indirect light. She offered me a comfortable chair and sat opposite me in a similar one. On a small glass table stood a bottle of mineral water and a glass, which my masseuse immediately filled and handed to me.

My eyes wandered through the room, which smelled of sweet floral fragrance, and took in the many little things there to discover. A very large futon dominated the space. Numerous pillows of various shapes and sizes lay on the comfortable bed. Arranged around the futon were rolled towels, silk scarves, a large feather, several long pearl necklaces, as well as numerous small bottles, cream jars, and tubes. A candle burned in a warmer, warming a bowl filled with water. In another water bath was a glass oil dispenser, also above a burning candle. A screen covered with semi-transparent paper occupied one corner of the room, bathed in a diffused twilight by a lamp placed behind it. A small Buddha stood opposite it, gazing benevolently at the futon. Flanking the Buddha was a small stereo system, next to which lay a stack of CDs. On top of it, I recognized “Paint the Sky with Stars” by Enya.

It seemed to me as if every object in this room had been deliberately placed exactly where it was. Everything seemed harmonious and coherent, arranged with sensitivity and love. With this multitude of sensory impressions, it occurred to me that anyone who considers Feng Shui to be esoteric nonsense has clearly not grasped the true magic of simple beauty and aesthetics! I was deeply impressed by the spirituality emanating from this wonderful space and noticed how my surroundings increasingly captivated me. This is what it feels like to feel completely safe and simply at ease in a place!

My masseuse moved her chair very close to me, took both my hands, and once again warmly welcomed me. She asked me if I’d like something other than water. “Tea, perhaps, or juice?” I thanked her for her offer, but settled for the water. “So, Michael, tell me how you found your way to me,” she asked, and I told her how it all began with the TV report. She thought it was really sweet of my wife to give me the voucher for this sensual experience and noted that we obviously have a wonderful marriage, one that many would envy.

Regarding the course of the massage, she then wanted to know if I had any special wishes, taboos, or physical ailments that she should take into consideration. After confirming that this was not the case and that I would entrust myself to her without any special wishes or taboos, she explained to me that during the massage I would assume the exclusive role of the passive receiver, while she would assume the role of the giver. I, she assured me, was the only important person in the room. Everything that would happen during the massage served the sole purpose of touching my soul deeply, awakening my sensual perception and my unrestricted sense of pleasure.

After this brief address, she took me by the hand, handed me a silk kimono and a pair of slippers, and showed me the bathroom. “Take as much time as you like in the shower. You’re my last guest today, bayan escort and there’s no time limit for you. I look forward to pampering you for as long as you like,” she whispered in my ear in her gentle voice. Wow, I thought. I felt like I was in heaven, and my masseuse was an angel sent by God!

I quickly removed my clothes, folding them carefully and placing them on one of the wicker chairs. Under no circumstances did I want to disturb the karma of the room by carelessly flinging them onto the chair. The kimono was as light as a feather and felt pleasant against my bare skin. With fluffy terry cloth slippers on my feet, I went into the bathroom. Here, too, the Feng Shui atmosphere that had already surrounded me in the massage room dominated. Everything coordinated harmoniously in terms of color and design, conveying the same sense of comfort I’d experienced before, without seeming in any way forced.

I set the shower to a comfortable temperature, removed my kimono, and stepped under the warm shower. I took a fragrant shower gel from a wall-mounted dispenser and used it to thoroughly clean myself from head to toe. Despite my masseuse’s offer, I didn’t want to spend any more time on this ritual than necessary, because I was really itching for my first tantric massage!

When I re-entered the massage room, Enya was already playing in the background. “Orinoco Flow” played softly from the speakers, acoustically underscoring the cozy atmosphere of the room. Only a few moments passed before my masseuse also re-entered the room. She had changed out of her black gymnastic dress into a sheer silk lunghi, which enveloped her like a breath of nothing. The silk was held together with a knot tied above her breasts. The sheer fabric revealed my masseuse’s small but shapely breasts, whose nipples were visible through the light fabric. I could clearly see that she had shaved her pubic area except for a narrow strip.

My masseuse took me by the hand again and led me to the center of the futon, where she instructed me to close my eyes. She spoke softly into my ear with a tender voice. “So, Michael, I now invite you to experience two sensual hours in which you can completely surrender to your feelings. Embark with me on a wonderful journey of pleasure through your body, where there will be no limits to your sensations. Let me wrap you in a golden thread of warmth, love, and boundless pleasure, which I will now wrap around you. This thread will keep all unpleasant sensations away from you and direct your awareness entirely to my hands, which will now accompany you on the path to the peak of your pleasure.”

While she spoke these warm-hearted words that touched me in the depths of my soul, she slowly walked around me, gently stroking my entire body with her hands. I could practically feel the virtual thread she was wrapping around me. First, her hands stroked my face before they circled my body a little lower, resting on my neck. The journey continued, stroking my nipples, sending pleasant shivers down my spine, following a steady downward path beneath my shoulder blades, over my belly button, and through the hollow of my lumbar spine. The masseuse guided her gently stroking hands deeper and deeper over my body. I felt my penis begin to enlarge in anticipation of the imminent touch, and stiffen against the sheer barrier of fabric. My masseuse playfully stroked my penis with a very fine and infinitely tender touch, first with her left hand and then with her right, leaving it almost fully expanded to its full size, before immediately tracing the contours of my testicles in the next round.

If only this touch would never end! But no, my silent plea for more touch went unheard, as my masseuse continued her way down to my feet. There, she crouched down as if she wanted to worship me and my body before she breathed a tender kiss, first on the toes of one of my feet, then on the toes of the other. She remained in this position for a few moments, and I clearly felt the sensory stimulation of the soles of my feet, whose perception now controlled my balance on the unstable surface of the futon. All of my tactile sensors now switched to full receptivity, transmitting even the slightest touch from my masseuse with full awareness to the control centers of my nervous system. Never before have I been able to experience such a presence of my own nervous system so consciously!

As my masseuse remained in her worshipful position, I heard her breathing in deep, steady inhales that faded into a drawn-out hum on her exhalation. Wordlessly, I felt inspired to adapt to her breathing rhythm and do the same, for which she thanked me with a gentle handshake of my feet.

Stroking her hands up the insides of my legs as if in slow motion, she slowly rose from the floor. When she reached the centre of my body, keeping what felt like only a hundredth of a millimeter from my testicles, which were burning with escort maltepe desire, her hands moved away. How much I wished for another touch in my midsection at that moment, for an incredible level of excitement and anticipation had built up within me!

But my masseuse didn’t make me wait long for the touch I longed for. I could clearly feel the futon sinking into the sole of my left foot as she shifted her position from my front to my back. My next sensation was the touch of her nipples, which I could feel so clearly at the level of my lower ribs, as if fingers had grown there. At first, I wasn’t sure of my perception. To intensify the contact between our bodies, she reached around me with one arm and placed her hand firmly on my chest. With gentle pressure, she pulled me towards her, and I felt that where I had just thought I could feel her nipples, two firm breasts followed suit and pressed against my back. As soon as I had confirmed my perception, she moved her other hand around my waist and wrapped a firm grip around my penis.

My masseuse hadn’t missed my level of arousal, and of course, she knew it was far too high at this early stage of the massage. Although she held my penis tightly in her hand, she somehow managed to calm me down. While she encouraged me to breathe deeply in and out, specifically toward her hand resting on my heart, she slowly but firmly pressed my penis downward, holding it in her gentle grip until my erection had completely subsided. “We still have plenty of time for that, dear Michel. Now I warmly invite you to slowly open your eyes again,” she whispered softly in my ear as she released my penis.

With a casual movement, she untied her lunghi and let it slide slowly from her breasts to the floor. She then ran both hands under my kimono, across my chest, and then outward over my shoulders, so that my garment also came loose and slid down my body. Crouching at my feet, she picked up my kimono, unfolded it behind me, and stroked its taut fabric as lightly as a feather over the back of my body, from my legs, over my bottom, and up my back, until she finally stood in front of me again and pulled the fabric over both of our heads like a tent roof, before finally letting it slide down behind her.

We now stood facing each other, completely naked. Normally, my eyes would have wandered over her body at this moment, lingering on her breasts and examining her nipples before turning my gaze to her vulva. But she managed to catch my gaze with her deep blue eyes, so that I couldn’t tear myself away. Therefore, I only vaguely noticed her wonderful naked femininity as I lost myself in her eyes.

With both hands, my masseuse pulled me down onto the bed, where she first asked me to sit comfortably. Once I was sitting, she knelt behind me and gently pulled me towards her. Like a small child being comforted, she took me in her arms and rocked me gently back and forth, softly humming along to Enya’s song. Very slowly, she sank back, taking me with her, so that finally my full weight was on her. After what felt like an eternity, she skillfully liberated herself from her position and at the same time very carefully placed me on my back on the futon. By then, I had closed my eyes again when I suddenly felt a light breeze. It took a moment before I realized that this breeze was coming from a feather-light sheet of silk that was slowly descending onto me.

My masseuse slid two soft pillows under my knees and asked if I was comfortable. She crouched down next to me on the futon in a heel-sitting position and rested my forearm on her thigh. For the first time, I noticed the softness of her skin and felt the well-trained muscles hidden beneath. With breathtaking tenderness, she began to massage my palm and my arm alternately. Her touch was completely different from what I was used to from medical massages. It was more of an interplay of delicate touches, caresses, and gentle pressure where appropriate.

Every touch seemed to have its deeper meaning and a predetermined direction. I experienced inner peace and complete relaxation, while at the same time, all the energies within me seemed to begin to flow. This ritual was then repeated on the other side of my body, with the same attention from my masseuse, before she sat at my feet and, with unbeatable slowness, pulled the silk scarf off me. She gathered the fabric so that it slid directly over my midsection, which amounted to a never-ending, delicate caress of my penis. My masseuse then snuggled up close to me, gently placed one of her arms on my chest, and invited me to take a few deep breaths with her. “So, dear Michael, I would now like to invite you to slowly turn onto your stomach,” she whispered softly into my ear.

I slowly turned from my back to my stomach, while my attentive masseuse took the two pillows and immediately placed them under the insteps of my feet. She crouched down next to me again and took one of the small bottles that were ready next to the futon. I could hear her repeatedly activating a spray above me. She then swirled a large fan through the air, and I felt a refreshingly cool veil of fine droplets rain down on me, enveloping my surroundings in a pleasant citrus scent.

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All characters depicted are of legal age. This is a work of fiction.

Tina didn’t know she was being abused. She was a naive 18 year old virgin. Her parents had hired private tutors to school her in the subjects she needed to follow her chosen career.

Tina’s biology tutor was black, obese, 73, and very avuncular. He believed in practical lessons, that to learn about a flower one must have a fllower to examine and break down to it’s constituent parts. Similarly one must watch creatures mating to understand how sex works. His method was insidious. When the time came to learn about human physiology, anatomy and the like, Tina was conditioned to do just as she was told.

For the past few days Tina had been naked during the biology lessons. Her tutor touched the parts of her body pertaining to the current lesson. By the time Tina’s more intimate regions were being explained she was completely at ease with his hands touching her.

Tina hadn’t realised what was happening to her body but her nipples standing proud and her moistening pussy were signs of her arousal that her tutor inwardly smiled at.

It soon became time for Tina to learn about erogenous zones. Her tutor started with her ears, first gently touching and squeezing her lobes, then nibbling as his hands cupped her c cup breasts and played with her nipples. He showed Tina how much pleasure could be had from having the back of her neck kissed.

He was aching to fuck his student but he was a patient man. He stopped what he was doing so they could discuss the lesson. Tina was soon eager to continue the lesson so escort pendik he had her lay on the sofa.

As he touched her labia and her clitoris he explained their function. He told her he needed to put his fingers inside her. He noted to himself that though still a virgin her hymen was hardly in evidence, probably as a result of her athletic and gymnastic activities.

With his fingers deep in her cunt he told Tina to gently rub her finger around the area of her clitoris. Tina did so and let out a moan. He removed his fingers from Tina’s cunt, told her to stop playing with her clitoris and proceeded to show he the difference between her fingers and his tongue. Again they stopped to discuss the lesson.

Next item on the syllabus was male anatomy and physiology. He told Tina that it was necessary for them both to be naked. One look at his black cock and Tina decided that if that was an example of what had to enter her vagina to have sex with a guy then a virgin she would stay. Her tutor concentrated on the differences between men and women, which basically meant the sex organs.

He took Tina’s hand and turned it palm up. Cup my balls Tina, gently as though they are fragile. Take a closer look. Now watch as your ministrations encourage my penis to stiffen.

He asked, can you feel my balls tighten up a bit as my cock grows and see how much extra length and girth the blood rushing to my cock causes? Tina nodded and gazed on in fascination. He was going to stop the lesson there but Tina asked about the fluid dripping from the end of his penis. He istanbul escort told her about the precum men sometimes ooze, particularly as they age. Tina asked if it tasted of anything. He told her to get some on her finger and lick it. His cock twitched as she touched the oozing precum. Diffidently, Tina licked at her finger and told him it was slightly salty and that she had expected it to be horrible. He asked Tina if she would like to learn how to make a man shoot his semen from his cock. Tina nodded. He asked if she was sure because it would mean going beyond the syllabus. Again, Tina nodded.

He sat in an armchair and beckoned Tina to kneel before him. He told Tina to grasp his cock and slowly jerk it back and forth. She was fascinated with how his skin moved. He closed his eyes, his breathing quickened and his scrotum tightened. Before Tina knew what was happening his his cock spat out his cum onto her tits.

Tina’s immediate reaction was one of disgust, which quickly became amusement. Her tutor encouraged her to taste it. He ran his finger over her cum covered left nipple and offered it to her lips. She licked it off his finger and begged him to feed her more. He coated his thumb from the cum on her right breast. Not that Tina had ever sucked a cock but her tutor would not have known so from the way she took his thumb into her mouth to lick and suck the cum from it.

He very nearly pushed Tina head to his groin but he knew he would not be ready to go again so soon. Tina used her fingers to clear the rest of her tutors cum from her chest.

Tina seemed disappointed escort kurtköy when it was all gone.

Her tutor smiled at her liking for fresh black man’s cum.

I think we should keep this to ourselves Tina, you may be 18, and therefore legal, but you pleasuring your tutor is a breach of trust on my part and your parents would not like it. Tina agreed and in the next breath asked if they could repeat what the had just done.

He replied that he wasn’t a young man anymore and that it would take some time for him to recover. Tina asked if she could do anything to encourage him.

Well, now that you ask, using your lips and tongue to revive my cock may just work.

But isn’t that dirty, I mean do women really let men put their thingies in their mouths? asked Tina.

He assured her that it was a perfectly natural act and was a fantastic way of giving a man pleasure.

So once again Tina got on her knees, only this time she was told not to use her hands at all. As her face approached his cock he stiffened slightly. She lifted his cock with her tongue and marvelled at how it swelled in her mouth. Her tutor grabbed her hair and yanked her head forward. Tina gagged but carried on. She felt she was behaving like a whore. Used by a man for his pleasure. She found pleasure in that thought. She was enjoying being used. She hoped he would use her more. She even mused that other men might one day use her.

Her tutor let go of Tina’s head, she pulled it back slightly just as he let go of his load with accompanying words of degradation. She felt dirty, she felt like a slut, and she enjoyed that feeling more than she ever thought possible.

His slow seduction of her stopped that night. By morning she was a slut. By the following week he was letting his geriatric friends use her. By the end of the year she was seeking out men who would degrade her.

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Brian & Pookie helping me along my new Pathway!

“Wait…May I walk with you?” I did NOT want to forever lose these two. They’d just watched me suck 2 cocks, something I’d NEVER done before, and greedily swallow two loads of cum, something I had NEVER done before, and my cock was hard as a fucking rock! I wasn’t about to let my forest friend voyeurs leave without me!

Unbelievable! I am the straightest guy I know, and I just sucked two, count ’em, TWO cocks, draining both of them and HUNGRILY swallowing every drop of cum they could deliver! What the FUCK? Who the FUCK had I become? How in the world did this happen?

Okay, On a beautiful sunny Fall afternoon, I was walking down to enjoy the lapping waters of the Columbia River on the Vancouver WA side. Encountering a smiling ‘gentleman’ (read ‘gentleman’ = PERVERT) along the way, I was drawn to answer his invitation to step off the well trodden forest pathway leading to the river, only to find him stroking his rather large and VERY hard cock! Okay, this is where ‘straight’ is called into question!

“Come over here. You know you want to.” He beckoned me like a Siren’s Song urging a pirate ship onto the rocks to their utter destruction. I dutifully complied, and found myself on my knees, sucking this pervert’s massive cock! WHAT?

And THAT not being sick enough all by itself, I then had the pleasure of becoming the afternoon floor show for a young couple who had walked the very same path of destruction that I had been walking only minutes before. Loe and behold, they had apparently understood the afternoon’s performance to be ‘interactive’, and though initially, the ‘SHE’ half of the couple had been hesitant, the ‘HE’ half enthusiastically joined in, ordering his companion pull her top down so he could see her big bouncy tits, followed by shoving his hard and pulsing cock into the now, cum filled mouth of yours truly… you know, the ‘STRAIGHT’ guy?

Alright, escort ümraniye I think we’re up to the minute now, more or less.

“Wait. Let me walk you back to the parking lot.” I wasn’t quite begging, but, ALMOST! “Brian, isn’t it? Brian, come on, REALLY?”

Brian and his lady stopped and turned to face me. She was breathless, panting visibly and wanting very much at this point to get Brian somewhere semi private, I suspected, to scratch the pounding, demanding itch that had been provoked while stroking Brian’s cock and ultimately shoving it, on Brian’s rather insistent orders, into my hungry, cock sucking mouth!

“Brian, PLEASE! We need to go, NOW!”

I decided… What the fuck did I have to lose?

“Brian is spent,” I nearly shouted at her, “for at least a while, and I am the only HARD COCK within a mile of your aching pussy! And if you don’t want my cock. I will eat your hot cunt like Brian never has… I PROMISE!”

The look of haste and lust deepened in the heretofore voyeur’s eyes and she grabbed my hand also and dragged both Brian and me to the parking lot.

Unlocking the door to their car, my hungry mystery maiden ordered me to climb into the back seat. I was BACK! About to be STRAIGHT again! With a hot babe, and in the backseat of a Chevy for goodness sake!

And that hot babe, was so fucking horny to orgasm, that she hadn’t even realized that her very large, firm, beautiful tits were still unveiled subsequent to Brian having ordered her to pull her top down while stuffing his very hard and needy cock into my willing mouth! She needed a hard cock or hungry tongue to solve her current agitated dilemma, and I was just the STRAIGHT guy who was well equipped to meet her needs!

“Brian, I love you so much, but you made ME watch before, and I’m going to make YOU watch NOW! You, you, cock sucking guy… You are going to fuck the shit out of me while my husband watches! Do you understand? …………………BITCH!”

“Yes Mam.” It’s all I could think of to say.

…….

“Holy Fuck, Brian! Why didn’t you tell me that my top was still down? All that way with my boobs sticking out… all these people in the parking lot? Brian… oh … oh my!”

She escort istanbul started to pull her top back up and then realized she had just ordered me to fuck her in front of her husband. I was about to have full access to more than just her lovely breasts!

Turning her attention toward me, she said, “So, I can’t keep calling you ‘Cock Sucking Guy…What’s your actual name? I kinda giggled at the way she said that, and so did ‘still drained and limp as a 10 day old banana’, husband Brian..

“I’m Beau. And you?”

I’m Penelope, but Brian calls me ‘Pookie’. I like that better. Now, Beau, I need you to understand something… before we do this… okay? I love Brian totally and completely and there’s no way this means anything like you and I are going to be an item or anything. You listening to me Sweetheart? Brian! Are you listening?”

Brian was listening, but me having just sucked what was likely the biggest load of cum out of what had been Brian’s very hard cock, he was now ready to close his eyes and take a little NAP! Good god! No wonder women get so frustrated with us guys!

“Okay, well anyway, Beau, I need you to do what Mr. ‘I got mine, so leave me alone’ over there is NOT capable of doing right now. I need you to fuck me like a street tramp! Can you do that Mr. Cocksucker?”

“Pookie, my beautiful vixen, it will be my delight to fuck your slut pussy until you scream, and in the unlikely instance that your big, beautiful tits overwhelm me and I fill your hot pussy with my cum before I have thoroughly pleased you, I promise then, to slide down and eat your cum filled pussy until you scream so loud that you’ll actually wake your man up!”

Pookie had intended to drive home to do the big nasty there, but I had hardly made it into the backseat of their Suburban before I was pounding her VERY TIGHT and VERY WET pussy! Clearly, I was bigger and longer than ‘Hubby Brian’, cuz I was most assuredly touching Pookie’s insides where Brian had NOT EVER reached!

(Also, having had the considerable pleasure of sucking Brian’s cock at its absolute hardest, and being reasonably familiar with my own equipment, I felt confident that I had out lengthed AND out girthed him.)

Ah, but alas, Pookie’s escort göztepe beautiful breasts and tight pussy proved to be too much for me, and I filled her hot cunt with the most cum any 32 year old male has EVER generated! True to my word, I slid down her sexy body, pausing only long enough to suck each of her hard nipples on the way, until my lips and tongue were finishing the job my hard cock had begun! Pookie nearly shattered the windshield with her screaming orgasm, and… Brian woke up!

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YAY!!! MY FIRST 3 SOME! Scratch one from the bucket list!

Well kind of a 3 some I guess. Chapter One and then Chapter Two, really. I’d sucked Brian’s cock in the tall grass earlier, and now, I’d fucked and devoured wife Pookie in the backseat of their SUV with hubby in attendance. I guess that qualifies as a 3 some, doesn’t it?

Pookie had apparently decided that life was worth living again. Brian had a deeply puzzled look in his eyes as he gazed upon the thoroughly satisfied Pookie, his wife. He’d never dreamed she would so enthusiastically spread her legs for another man to fuck her, fill her, and then eat her so hungrily. Sure, he’d convinced her a couple of times to suck him off with people in the vicinity, and she’d jacked him off while near people a few times. Once, she’d sucked his cock on the freeway with an eighteen wheeler driver matching the speed of Brian’s convertible so he could watch the show…Rolling Porn, Brian called it.

Though always nervous and hesitant at first, Pookie would more and more become turned on as they continued their naughty public play. But THIS! THIS was different. This time, his wife had demanded to be fucked in their SUV in a very public parking lot, with another man, while her husband was right there! And why for goodness sake was Brian’s dick getting so hard again just thinking about it?

“Ooooh, Brian my love. Is that a bulge I’m seeing in your pants? I think you must have really liked watching Beau fuck me, didn’t you, Baby? Can we keep him, Brian? Can we? Can we, PLEASE?

Pookie was smiling a nasty little smile as she mockingly begged her hubby to add a new ‘Pet’ to their family. Mockingly? Yes, but … she definitely did want Beau’s nice cock and hungry tongue to be ‘On Tap’.

Brian was still sorting things out in his big head, but his other head had already decided…Undoing his pants, Brian looked at Beau and pulled out his hard cock. What’s a totally STRAIGHT guy to do? I swallowed his tool all the way to his balls, of course!

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