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Na super dachte ich so und schaute mich ein wenig um. Da kam mir auch schon ein Herr entgegen und ich fragte nach dem Beamten. Der ist momentan im Einsatz wurde mir gesagt. Na super dachte ich mir so. Und jetzt? Auf einmal kam er dann doch um die Ecke in den Flur und ich stellte mich mit meinem Anliegen vor.

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Er kam zurück und lehnte sich wieder mit seinem Hintern an die Tischplatte….direkt neben mir. Wieder grinste er und sagte SCHAU MAL HIER und zeigte auf seinen Schritt. Ich nahm meine Hand und fing an seine Jeans zu kneten . Dabei öffnete er seine Gürtelschnalle und seine Knöpfe. UND WENN JETZT JEMAND ZU DIR WILL fragte ich ihn. Keine Antwort. Ich stand auf und er zog mich an sich und wir fingen an uns wild zu küssen. Ich spürte seine Beule und er wohl auch meine. Hastig fing er an meine Jeans zu öffnen und fing an meine Short zu massieren. Ich tat es ihm gleich und wir küssten uns immer schneller und hastiger. Dann zogen wir uns die Hosen runter und fingen an uns aneinander zu reiben. Ich tastete nach seiner geilen Beule in der Short und spürte wie nass diese wurde. Mir ging es nicht anders.

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A Sean Carrington Adventure.

My First Time On A Cruise Ship.

My name is Craig and I have been on here before. I am now twenty years old and working as a Junior Purser on a Cruise Ship in the Mediterranean. Originally I came from Stornoway in Scotland but had to finish my studies at Universities in Ayr and Glasgow to gain qualifications in business and maritime; this is my story.

Initially I lived in Halls of Residence in Ayr but they had a major flooding following a water pipe bursting in the roof. We were all decanted to various local B but never were.

I tried to find somewhere to live, that I could afford; they were all too expensive. Although I did have a part time job in a local Morrison’s store stacking shelves at night it still wasn’t enough. I also met Jason, Paul and Adam there they were late night shelf stackers too, we became good friends as we all played badminton together.

One night on my way back from Glasgow University I went to the ‘Underground’ venue to check it out, some girl students had recommended it to me. This was where I met Malcolm, we both lived in Ayr and travelled back together that very cold wet and windy night. When we were passing Malcom’s luxury apartment near the sea front he invited me in to dry off and have something warm to drink.

I didn’t know at the time but the ‘Underground’ was a gay venue, the girls had tricked me into going. Malcolm was gay but we seemed to get on very well with each other; I liked him. He asked me if I was gay or ever thought that I was gay. I had thought that I may be gay, nothing specific just a lot of little things, not that I had ever had any gay sex or any sex for that.

As we had arrived back very wet at Malcolm’s I had taken my wet clothes off to dry and put on one of Malcolm’s dressing gowns. Malcolm was dressed in a similar way as we sat there together talking about wither I was gay or not. I got very aroused by the discussion we were having, I think it was then that I decided to see if I was gay.

My first introduction to gay sex was a disaster, all my fault, but I did stay the night with him, also the thought of going back to my B&B spurred me on to stay the night. We didn’t actually have sex that night as I said I made a complete mess of things, but I did enjoy sharing with him.

The next morning I met two of his friends Tim and Mike when I inadvertently walked into the line of vision of a Skype call he was having with them. I was only wearing bikini type underwear at the time, I was very embarrassed about it but they were very supportive which made me feel comfortable with them. Not like the last time something similar happened to me, when one of my sister’s friends took a photograph of me similarly dressed on a skype call that I had inadvertently walked into its line of vision and posted it around the island; I was very embarrassed about it. Islands are small places where everyone knows everyone.

They invited Malcom and me round to their apartment for drinks and a Chinese meal that night, it was a toga themed night where we all dressed up as Romans. That was one of the best parties I was ever at, no sex or anything like that just free flowing talk and fun. I think it was then that I was adopted as a project by them.

That night I went back to Malcom’s apartment and we did have sex together, because I knew I wanted to, this time it wasn’t a complete disaster but very nice; I enjoyed it. My accommodation problem was resolved a few weeks later when I moved in with Malcolm. For all intents and purposes Malcom became my sugar daddy, Tim and Mike sort of became my surrogate sugar daddies, although I never had sex with either of them, only Malcolm. They took me on holidays with them too.

My friend Jason was a bit unsure of my relationship with Malcolm but was openly very supportive of me, particularly when anyone made derogatory comments about me being gay and living with a sugar daddy. As he often got tarnished by the same brush.

Paul and Adam my other badminton friends were very much more aggressive in my and Jason’s defence, they were both very big guys and could be intimidating when they wanted to be. They often all came round to Malcolm’s and Mike and Tim’s place for parties and meals, no sex or anything like that just banter about sex.

When I went round to Jason’s place to help him with his college accountancy studies, which he was struggling with. His parents although wary of me being their son’s friend, never said anything and always made me feel at home.

Although I had strong feelings for Jason, as I think he had for me, we never took it any further than friendship. He was still unsure of his preferences in life I think. We often posed for Tim on some of his photoshoots, which he paid us for. We posed and modelled swimwear and underwear for him, every time he had one of his pictures published or sold we got an additional commission too.

One escort acıbadem of the times when we were down on the beach, it was one of those very hot lazy sunny days. After a swimwear shoot we posed in the nude for a naturist magazine, as it was a naturist beach it was ok to do this. In one of the poses I was to hold Jason intimately, we were embracing each other seductively, when I had a sudden arousal which triggered one off by Jason. We stood there as Tim took numerous shots of us, not wanting to move in case he saw what had just happened. If he did he never said anything.

I think Jason was at a loss as to what he felt or should do about it, I didn’t peruse it, although I wanted to. After that we posed together on a number of occasions in Tim’s flat and studio, for what can be best described as erotic photographs. Tim managed to sell quite a few of our photographs to magazines; particularly to a well-known Dutch magazines.

I came across one of these magazines, with our picture in it, on a port visit to Amsterdam and a passenger once asked if that was it me in the photograph. I said ‘I wish’ although they were very good, they were just erotic, not full frontal or anything like that, I didn’t get embarrassed by them.

I passed all my exams with honours and graduated from the business Studies University and the Maritime University which I had to wear my Naval Cadet Uniform for; I was told that I looked stunning in it. My parents and my friends came to my Maritime graduation, including Jason and his parents, Malcolm, Tim and Mike. Tim was our official photographer for the day.

About two weeks later I received my first posting, I was to join my first Cruise Ship as a Cadet Junior Purser in Palma in ten days’ time; my dream job. Before joining my ship, as I would be away for at least six months, I wanted to go and see my parents. Jason came with me as he never been to the Isle of Lewis on the west coast of Scotland before.

We travelled there by train, bus and ferry, it was an adventure in its own right particularly for Jason. We also had to stay overnight, while waiting on a ferry that was delayed due to bad weather, in a B&B in Ullapool, we shared the last room which only had one double bed in it.

I was ok about it but Jason was a bit unsure initially, it worked out ok and we didn’t do anything. Although we did wake up during the night spooning each other, we just laughed it off. The landlady though we were brothers, and as her brothers used to share the very same bed she thought nothing off it.

We arrive at my parents’ house the next morning, my father was at work he was a Master on one of the small inter island ferries. My sister was staying at her friend’s house overnight to allow us a room each. I didn’t know at that time that my sister was gay too and often shared a bed with her friend.

My mother lent me her car and Jason and I along with my sister and her friend toured the island, visiting my school friends and obligatory relatives.

One night in a pub in Stornoway, someone with too much to drink openly accused me and Jason, my sister and her friend as being gay faggots. Many Islanders are like, alcoholic’s one day, religious zealot’s the next and the downtrodden for the rest of the week. We left to defuse the situation; embarrassed but we just left as we were leaving the next day. The journey back to Glasgow and Ayr was uneventful, fortunately.

We found out later that my school friend’s had openly condemned the drunk on Social Media; which is now a way of life on the islands. Openly supported us condemning him as a moronic drunk; the following summer Stornoway had its biggest and most colourful Gay Pride parade ever. I missed it.

My preferred epilogue story of that event was that he repeated this to my father’s face in the pub one night and he decked him in one on the spot. Although he had the same build as me and a lot smaller than the drunk, he was with 2 Para for ten years. Before he met my mother and settled down on the Islands.

By chance the local policeman was also in the pub at the time and arrested the drunk for being drunk and disorderly. He was my God Father and had ultimately married my mother’s cousin after visiting my father; he had also served in 2 Para with my father.

Malcolm, Jason, Tim and Mike all came with me and my big wheelie case to get my early morning flight to Palma, from Glasgow airport one dark and wet morning. They saw me off, although I was quite emotional about leaving I tried not to show it.

When I arrived in Palma, it was very hot and sunny, I though what a contrast to my lonely travel thoughts of leaving my friends, in particular Jason and Malcolm, all quickly disappeared with the sun and warmth. I travelled in the bus that took the tourists, soon to be my guests, from the airport to the dock. Thirty minutes later I boarded my first ship, it was a new ship to the company’s istanbul eskort fleet, which I though was magnificent and beautiful; my excitement was now in overdrive.

I met my soon to be boss in his office, his name was Lee and from Southampton, he introduced me to his team. I had never met so many nationalities at the one time before, I didn’t know how I would remember their names or pronounce them.

Fortunately they all had name badges on, I was handed mine, it had my name, Cadet Officer, Junior Purser on it. I was to wear it any time I was on duty and for the first week or so when I was off duty in the crew area. It was then that I felt I was part of the crew. Lee asked Alex, his deputy, to take me down to my quarters.

He knocked the cabin door and went straight in, my cabin mate was lying in his bunk reading a book. He stood up and came over to greet me, it was a very strange introduction as he was standing there naked apart from a pair of very tight fitting bikini underwear. He was tall and had a fantastic physic, firm and muscular not an ounce of fat that you could see, his skin was a fantastic light olive brown colour.

Alex said, Peter will be your mentor for next three months and left us to introduce ourselves, my case arrive just as Alex was leaving and said he hoped I had remembered to pack my teddy bear. Turned out that was one of his stock statements, but at the time I did know what he had meant by it, if anything.

Peter my roommate was a dancer in the entertainment team, although he was Spanish, his mother and father were Irish. They moved to a town outside Madrid from the troubles in Ireland and opened, a now very popular Irish bar long before Peter was born, he was two years older than me.

He then said that it was very unusual to have entertainers share with hotel staff. He assumed that it was because he was gay and had a sugar daddy once; just like me. My first lesson on board you don’t have any secrets and you have to fit in; that’s part of your job. I liked Peter’s light hearted live and let live attitude. I knew from that point we would get on very well.

Peter helped me unpack, then got dressed into his white shorts, trainers and sports shirt and said that I was to dress down like him, so we can mingle with the guests as though we were guests too. We did a tour of the ship, helping guests as we went along who looked lost or looking for inspiration as what to do next, this was to be our way of life on board; and it is a great way to live, all the guests were your friends and you theirs.

After about an hour we met up with another new start and her mentor, Annie the mentor was from Oklahoma in the US. Her name was Ansoo from Malaya and would be working in the front house like me. We were both lost, too many new things at once. Ansoo was reserved and quiet, five foot four petite with jet black hair, very stunning in her own way and had a very sexy mischievous smile.

When Peter and Annie went away to discuss something in private, we went onto the promenade deck, got a coffee and sat at a table in the sun enjoying the gentle breeze, it was still quite as guests were still arriving. I started to tell Ansoo about me and Scotland, as she asked me. What it was like to be gay and have a sugar daddy?

Before I could answer, she said that she had a sugar mamma back home that was not very nice to her and wanted her have sex with other people for money. That’s why she left and joined a cruise ship as some of her friends had done.

I told her about Malcolm and how we met, and how it was then that I found out that I was gay. Malcolm allowed me to live with him and how he helped fund my University studies. He also had gay friends Mike and Tim, they all were great to me also took me on holiday with them. I also had a friend who was called Jason that I played badminton with, he wasn’t sure if he was gay though.

Ansoo said she did not know if she was gay too, sometimes she thought she was but didn’t know. I said, don’t worry if you are you will know when it happens like I did. That day we became great friends as did Peter and Annie.

When Peter and Annie returned they asked me how they can get services they provide to guests on a private basis charged on the guests key cards. Cruise ships are a cashless society, which is very good when you adapt to it. And how would they get paid for it. I said I don’t know but I can ask Lee, my boss, if you like. At that time I didn’t know what they were talking about or what I was about to get myself involved with.

After our tour of the ship Ansoo and I reported to Lee, the senior purser. He handed both of us an agenda for our shipboard training which we had three months to complete and pass. We had to do ships fire drills, work fire systems, lifeboat training; which was fun, security {Both Ansoo and I liked the self-defence training, given by some on board security ex-Gurkhas; they bounced us and escort şerifali their other students about the gym floor until we knew how to fall and defend ourselves then restrain someone.}. We had to complete at least two modules a week.

That night I went with Ansoo to see a show with Peter in it, Annie was the duty photographer and took photographs of all the guests, including Ansoo and me. The show was great as was Annie’s picture of us, after it we went down to my cabin to look at the training manuals that Lee had given us. We sat on my bunk together, I think we both felt strange doing that, but were very comfortable in each other’s presence.

After Ansoo left I went to bed that night, my mind was racing with what had happened that day. It was cofounded further with the feelings I was having about Peter standing there almost naked and Ansoo sitting beside me on my bunk bed. I was exhausted and fell asleep.

I was wakened when Peter returned about three in the morning, which would be his normal time which was determined when the guests stopped partying. I could see him getting undressed in the glow of the blue night light, I started to get aroused at seeing him and his muscular body in front of me. I was awakened about six in the morning by my alarm.

As I dressed, I don’t know why but I seemed to parade about the cabin in my seductive underwear, that Tim and Mike had bought me as a going away present. When I was fully dressed in my uniform whites, checking everything was correct. Peter stirred and said I like you in your whites, nice butt, we can work on your muscular toning later. I felt really great when he said that.

I met Ansoo when I left my cabin, her and Annie’s cabin was directly opposite mine. My and Ansoo’s first day went well, we also had lunch together. Just before we finished Lee gave us a debriefing on our first day, which he was very upbeat about. I asked him about what Peter and Annie had asked us about charging for services through guest key accounts.

He told us what the services were for, not that that was a surprise, what was was the scale of it. From laundry to personal security, private parties including other discreet private services rendered, onshore and offshore. Then the bombshell dropped Ansoo and me were to work out how it should be done, not if, including payments to those rendering the services and their currency exchange and tax payment requirements.

It took Ansoo and me about a week to work out how to do it, including a test demonstration model, the system we had on board allowed you to do that. Then we had to present it to the Purser and the two ship Captains and a Company Executive who was on board visiting and who all had to approve it. The Purser and the Company Executive both added significant improvements to it based on their international and competitor experiences.

We modified it and reran the test model it worked. It was approved. Our next task was to train the relevant ship’s company, the participants, discreetly, in how to use it. There was a crew of over 1,000 on the ship, all looking to earn more money. That’s what they went to sea for nine months at a time. Although we were not part of the services, we still had a great time implementing it. Some of them more than doubled their earnings from it.

This was also used for other unusual but conventional arrangements that guests may require, like hiring a car or a private excursion or service somewhere. Of course these costs are very discreetly listed on their end of week account; that is automatically debited to their credit card.

One mandatory rest day, no courses on and we were at sea I had a luxurious extra hour in my bunk, Peter had an early preceding night. It was one of the few times that we were in the cabin together. I went for my morning shower and came out with only my towel on, as normal.

As I stood there, I felt a presence, turned, Peter was standing there naked fully aroused, which instantly turned me on. He undid my towel and let it drop, then embraced me, his warm muscular body pressing on mine was fantastic; we were both fully aroused. Without saying a word we started to caress each other, enhancing our arousal and desires. We lay on my bunk and had sex together for the first of many times.

I felt him seductively enter me and start to undulate within me, it was my first time since being with Malcolm or with someone other than Malcolm; I really enjoyed it. Peter being a dancer was very athletic with me and I learnt a lot that fantastic day. We swapped who was active and I tried to replicate what Peter had just done. I didn’t get it right but I enjoyed learning how to, first time I climaxed with Peter was unbelievably sublime.

We had an open relationship, which at my time of life was a normal thing to have, our fling together lasted three months until Peter’s next posting took him to another ship. I also had fun with three of Peter’s friends in the entertainment team, I bed hopped for the first time in my life. It was a fantastic first three months at sea.

My and Ansoo’s on board training was now complete and we both passed with high marks. We had achieved a lot together. Ansoo had also made new friends, including Annie who she sometimes shared a bunk with; why not.

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This was my first gay experience that could be called such. I had mutually wanked off with over boys in the past when learning about sex but never further than that. This happened in 1968 in London.

I was eighteen, on my way home from leave in the Royal Navy which I had joined as a boy at 15. Having got to Charing Cross station I saw that I had missed my last train down to Kent. While looking at the timetables I was approached by this guy, I guess in his late 40’s, who asked if I needed any help. I explained about the last train having gone etc and he mentioned a Navy past and asked if I fancied a late drink. In those days I was never one to refuse a drink!

I thought we were going to a late bar but we turned down a side road neat the station and entered a house converted into flats. He reassured me I guess sensing my nervousness. Up in his flat the drink came out and we were soon chatting away.

He asked about girlfriends, sexual experience (other than wanking = none!), although I probably didn’t admit to that. Every time he offered a light for a cigarette his had rested further up on my thigh, again this didn’t warn me of anything that might be about to happen. You have to remember I was so naïve and unworldly at the time. This guy wasn’t the vision of a pouf, queer or whatever they were labelled at the time. He spoke normally and was not at all effeminate.

By this time I was quite drunk although still aware. He asked me where I was going to stay for the night and I said on a bench at the station. He said not to do that and stay in the flat. Well it WAS a cold night and the couch looked comfortable.

He pointed me in the direction of the bathroom and said to feel free to use the shower to freshen up from the journey. Showers were a novelty in those days so I jumped at the chance. While in the shower the curtain was pulled back and there he was with a towel in his hand telling me I had forgotten it. My hands immediately went to cover myself as I was always embarrassed about the size of my equipment. He apologised and said he would leave the towel. I finished and as I was drying he came in and said he was having one too. Off came his clothes and I couldn’t help but look and he had to me what was an enormous cock. I think he saw me looking but never said.

I dried off and went back into the lounge to wait for blankets. When he came in with his towel around his waist and asked why I was in there. I said waiting for a blanket for the couch. Use the bed he said I don’t treat guests like that. The drink I suppose made me say OK. I asked for a pair of pj’s to wear, don’t use them he said I sleep naked. Well I died at that point, I couldn’t do that. Since leaving school and joining the navy I had realised that I was under-endowed and always did my best to hide what I had. Not easy in the navy believe me!

He must have seen the worry in my face. Come on he said we are all the same and suddenly whipped off my towel! I must have been as red as a beetroot, hands straight to my crotch to cover up. Off came his towel and he hopped into the bed. Come on he said I won’t bite or look. He turned away and I slid in staying on my edge of the bed.

You have to put yourself in my shoes at this time. There I was this naïve 17/18 year old virgin, worse for wear over alcohol, who wouldn’t say boo to a goose lying naked next to another man. I was almost in a trance like a rabbit in headlights.

He turned toward me and started chatting again. Asking things about my self consciousness and again about sexual experiences. In the end I said I had a small cock which I was embarrassed about, which was I suppose the reason for lack of sex. He said from what he saw of it the size looked ok. He said its cold in here so that shrinks things anyway, escort çekmeköy look at mine he said. He pulled back the cover on his side to reveal this flaccid cock lying on his thigh. Mines not even that size when hard I thought! He said just ignore your size and flaunt it and you will grow in confidence. There’s only me here so why not make a start now he said. Bugger it I thought so I too pushed down the covers. Now he said just ignore the fact that it is showing and we can chat. So that’s what we did for a while, again having a few more drinks and relaxing, the fact that he was still putting his hand on my thigh when giving me a light didn’t register. I even got up for a wee, so walked away and toward him completely naked without a thought. Hope you dried it off he said otherwise there will be a wet patch and with that he wiped a tissue which appeared from nowhere across my cock. Why I didn’t get up and run a mile I don’t know, I just lay there and laughed.

Anyway you must be bored so I will move on. Having chatted, drunk and smoked for a while I said I must sleep. I rolled with my back to him and settled down. Drifting off to sleep I felt him edge a little nearer to me. It is cold he said as he shuffled up close to me. I was fixed to the spot and just could not move. He slid his arm over me and pulled me tight to him. I could feel his still soft cock up against me right in my crack. His arm drifted down to my belly, his hand almost floating over my young soft skin. His hand passed on to my cock, just brushing it as it passed over it. Then he moved his hand back upward and it ran right over my cock lifting it upwards. To my horror I got an enormous (for me) erection. He must have felt me tense up as he said quietly to relax and enjoy. He continued to caress me running his hand up and down my belly brushing my dick and up on to my nipples.

He then pulled me over on to my back and pushed the covers down to lay me out naked. I was still too scared, excited or whatever to move. I could feel my cock standing upright and waving around madly as the blood ran into it. The room was softly lit and I saw him looking down at me. All the time he was telling me how beautiful my body was, how smooth and soft it felt. He was reassuring me all the time, whispering compliments for me as he slowly continued to caress my body. It felt wonderful and yet I was repulsed by what was happening. Why I didn’t go then I just don’t know, he wasn’t holding me against my will or anything and I certainly didn’t feel threatened.

Then I felt his tongue on my neck and he slowly moved down to my nipple. I couldn’t help but give out a little moan as it felt soooooooooo good. Never before had I felt anything as good. He really worked on both nipples all the time still just brushing my cock as he caressed me with his hand. My nipples were so sensitive, they must have been sticking out miles, it felt so good I didn’t want him to stop but he moved away from them and started down to my belly.

His tongue was into my belly button and then out slowly circling in ever increasing circles until he was just above my cock. Then he stopped and came and lay alongside me and asked how I was feeling. I think I mumbled something like I was alright. Good he said and kissed me on the cheek, nibbled my ear and neck and then down past my chest and belly to my throbbing cock. His tongue darted up and down making it jerk about even more. I think I heard him give a little laugh about that. Then for the first time he took hold of it and pulled the foreskin right back to expose the head fully. His tongue went to work on the head and I could feel myself about to cum. He must have felt it too as he worked a lot faster with his tongue and then the istanbul eskort flood was let loose. I think I nearly hit the ceiling with my spurts which just didn’t stop. It was a painfully wonderful feeling which I have never experienced since. I was covered in cum as it hit earth again, my chest, belly and face, it was everywhere. Come on he said lets clean you up as he led me back into the shower.

He showered off the cum and soaped me up. He worked around my nipples again and then down to my crotch. His soapy hands cleaned every piece of my cock and then under my balls and into my crack. He turned me around as he soaped up my backside working up and down the crack, just lingering each time around my hole. Relax he was saying all the time, just relax and enjoy. He asked me to bend over a little as he rinsed off the soap from my bum and I could feel his free hand pull my cheek aside as he rinsed. Out of the blue he said have you had a pooh recently, I shook my head No. You need to have a clean bum for the next bit so let me help you out a little. Before I knew it I had a jet of water shooting into me, hold it a bit Jack he said then pop over the loo and let it out. The water shot out along with…well no need to go there, I cleaned up and he ushered me back into the shower. He cleaned me again and this time he worked a finger just inside me but I was so tense that he stopped straight away.

I dried off and followed him back to the bed. I was already getting semi erect (oh those were the days!!). We laid there a while smoking and having another drink. I was just so relaxed. Let me give you a treat he said. He got me to slide down the bed then turn over and get on all fours. Put your head down onto the bed he said and part your legs. I did so without question as I did I felt him pull my cheeks wide apart exposing my bum hole. Oh it is gorgeous he said, so pink and tight I love it. Then he buried his head into my arse and let his tongue go to work on my hole. God what a feeling, it was wonderful. I could feel my self pushing my arse further towards him, my bum hole must have been relaxing as I could feel his tongue inside me. No wonder he made sure I was clean. I just cannot describe how wonderful it felt just then and I have searched for that same feeling for the last 40 years.

I must have been really groaning as he said shhh you’ll wake the neighbours as he pulled his head away. I felt something really cold on my hole and tensed again. It’s OK he said just something to ease things up a little. All this time he had continued to cup my balls and cock which was now ready to go again. He started a wonderful milking action on it for a while working back towards the rear. I felt some pressure on my hole and he spoke some reassuring words to relax me again then his finger was inside me. Only a little a first but enough to know it was there. Good boy he was saying all the time, that’s a good boy. More of the finger was going in now and I was not ready for it and pulled up. Ok he said just relax for a while. As we lay together he chatted as he did and I was soon calm again. He took my hand and placed it on his cock which was now almost erect. Just do the same as you did with the boys at school he said. So I did. There I was actually wanking a naked man off in a bed, WHAT WAS I DOING. I was enjoying it I know that much and I loved watching it grow as I worked on it. He enjoyed it too as he moaned a lot, I even relaxed enough to rest my head on his belly to watch my hand working on him. He suggested that I get nearer but that wasn’t going to happen at least not yet. Better stop now he said, I’m not as young as you and once it cums that’s it for the night.

We lay together again and he starts to caress me again the same as before. escort içerenköy It was just as exciting, they way his hand almost accidentally brushed my cock made it even more so. This time he spread my legs and worked his had under my bum, slowly working around my hole, I felt more relaxed this time and his finger went in easily. That’s good isn’t it he asked. I could only nod. Good boy now just relax as his finger went further in. oh that felt good believe me. The discomfort had gone and made way for ecstasy. I couldn’t keep my bum still; I pushed hard against his finger to drive it in deeper. Then it was out again and I was ready to beg him to do it again when he turned me over onto my front and got between my legs. To be honest at that moment he could have done anything to me and I wouldn’t have cared but to his credit he didn’t even try to fuck me. He lifted my arse up and laid his cock into my crack. You’re not ready for this Jack he said and I don’t want to spoil a great night. I think I was disappointed but only until he started with his tongue on my hole again. I was pushing back into him, spreading my legs as far as I could to expose it all for him.

I could feel myself cum in my bum if you understand what I mean, almost like a female orgasm I guess. I collapsed forward with him on top. We rolled over and cuddled each other and I grabbed his cock and started to wank it for him. Please please lick it for me he said. I was in another world now and went down on him. He pulled one leg of mine over him and we were in the 69 position. I licked along his shaft and mimicked what he was doing earlier and now. I saw some pre cum and thought what the hell and licked it. Salty but ok. Then I took him into my mouth. Not too far but he was big and I had a mouthful believe me.

He was working his magic on my cock with his mouth and his finger was working on my bum hole. I could feel my self starting to come again and went to pull away but he held me tight and sucked every drop that came out into his mouth. I was still working on his cock which was now throbbing and hot. I could feel something happening and pulled away slightly so I was looking at it rather that sucking. I still worked it with my hand and then it came, straight into my face, a creamy eruption which was all my own work.

A towel sufficed to clean my face and we turned and looked at each other and sunk into a deep passionate kiss. I could taste my cum in his mouth as our tongues drove into each others mouth. We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied. I must have fallen asleep almost immediately and woke up in the light next day with him cuddling me.

This is the part I feel bad about. I jumped out of bed, suddenly aware of what had happened the night before. What had I done, how could I have been so stupid? All this was racing through my head. I could feel the dry cum on my face and in my eyebrows. I raced into the bathroom and scrubbed my face. Toilet paper cleaned any lingering lubricant from my arse. He asked if I was ok and to come back to bed. All I wanted to do was to get out of there as soon as I could. I quickly got dressed and almost ran out of the door to the station and went home to visit Mum.

Why do I feel so bad about it? Because it was the most exciting sexual experience I have had in my life and I never said thank you to him. I have spent my life trying to re-create that night, a few have come close (which I will write about one day) but none have ever matched that night. I have never thought of myself as anything other than heterosexual and have been married for 30+ years have a wonderful wife and family and a good sex life but that night drives me to meet up with guys to find that perfection once again. I regret now in the cold light of day after many wanks thinking of that time not getting back into the bed in the morning because who knows what new pleasures that would have bought me.

I hope you enjoyed this story. It is the true story of me, Jack when 18 having my first sexual experience back in the swinging 60’s. Where was all the free love for me I wonder?

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Coffee on, Sunday paper spread flat on the table, and I was ready for a perfect morning. Well, almost perfect. It would be perfect with a little company I thought. As I began to read I heard the doorbell ring in the apartment next to mine. I’m somewhat nosy, so I peeked out my window and saw the sweetest little door to door religion boy I had ever seen.

He was in his early twenty’s, short, maybe five four, with short sandy blond hair and huge bright blue eye’s. The big, old polyester suit he wore only added to the image of a little elf. A queer little elf I hoped. I had to stop staring because all of a sudden I had a lot to do in a very short time.

I have one couch and one chair in my apartment. Thinking fast I threw everything I could get my hands on into the chair so we would both have to sit on the couch. Then I ran upstairs and shucked my clothes. Rapping a towel around my waist, I wet my hair, turned the shower on, then sat on the top of the stairs to wait.

I felt my balls shift slightly and the first stirring of my eager cock. I hoped he would hurry. It might seem a little too staged if I greeted him with a hard-on.

I knew my neighbor well so was not surprised when I heard the slam of their door in my little elf’s face. My heart rate increased slightly. What if he skipped my apartment? I needn’t have worried, for the next second came a shy rap on my door. I yelled loud enough so I knew he could hear me, “Just a second!” And counted to ten slowly.

I turned the shower off and walked down the stairs. I had to concentrate now to keep my penis quiet just a few moments longer. Even if the young man ran scared at my pass at least I would have something to beat off about. My lower parts knew this and were eager to get off.

This next part was crucial. I threw open the door and, summoning my biggest smile boomed, “hello! Come right in, come in.” I gently took his arm and led him into my lair. As I pushed him toward the couch I couldn’t help thinking about his arm. Small like the rest of him but hard with the kind of muscle you only get from work. At this point I thought I might have to wipe drool of my chin if something didn’t happen quickly. I steered him towards the couch and invited him to sit. He was nervous. I’m sure he was more used to people slamming doors than inviting him in. He hesitated. I smiled patiently and told him not to be nervous. escort yakacık “I’m just eager to have some company,” I told him, “please sit.” He sat down and I joined him immediately, making sure our legs touched ever so slightly.

“My name is Todd,” he said, reaching across to shake my hand. I took it and held it longer than is polite for just a hand shake. I didn’t move it up or down, but just held it. “It’s very nice to meet you Todd,” I said. “Why don’t you tell me all about what brings you here.”

Todd began to talk all about God, and his son and salvation and damnation and on and on. I held his hand the whole time. I stared into his bright eye’s. I watched his cheeks flush. I felt my towel lifting and didn’t care. He had to know what I had in mind by now. “Stop for a second,” I told him. He did. Still holding his hand I asked his straight out, “Is being gay a sin?”

“I’ve talked to my minister about this,” Todd spoke into excitement, “and he says that its not a sin to be that way only it is sinful to act on it.” He seamed embarrassed and proud at the same time. I touched his blushing cheek with my free hand. “So you’ve never been with a man?”

“No, I haven’t”

“But you think about it?”

“Yes”

“Are you thinking about me right now?” He turned his head to look at the ground, but instead found my swelling manhood and left his eye’s there. “I am, but it’s a sin.” He said. I almost felt guilty for what I was putting him through, almost.

“Tell me this Todd,” I asked. “Do you think that God forgives our sins?”

He answered, “of course he does.”

I moved my towel aside and placed the hand I was holding on my swollen member. His hand was cool and sweaty. It was all I could do to not just grab his head and shove it onto me. I spoke through dry lips.” Todd, I think your God would forgive you just this once. What do you think?” I didn’t wait for his answer. I unzipped those baggy polyester pants and put my hand inside. I gently stoked his warm smooth cock, and smiled as he tried to stammer out an answer to my question. Finally, he gave up and lay back stoking my penis, exploring and giving me pleasure.

That was his answer then and I quickly took advantage nearly ripping his clothes off in my haste to get at that small hard frame. He was into it, but passive. When he was bayan escort istanbul naked I had to take my towel off as well. I led him by the cock upstairs to my bed.

Standing by my bed I saw Todd’s arms break out into goose pimples. “Are you scared?” I asked. He nodded mutely. I nodded understanding then pushed the boy face down onto my bed. He started to rise but a firm hand in the small of his back and gentle words telling him to relax seemed to do the trick. There is always some kind of oil on my night stand. Without looking I grabbed a bottle and pored a small amount on his back. He jumped again, but relaxed as I kneaded his back muscles and coaxed his hard body to relax further. My cock was aching and I made no secret that while I rubbed his back my Dick was rubbing his hard ass. I massaged his shoulders first then slowly, agonizingly slowly worked my way down his little elf body. When I reached the small of his back I let one hand wander down over his but cheeks, rubbing his balls, when I sensed that he was as relaxed as he could be I pushed one finger into his asshole. Todd groaned with pleasure. I slipped my other hand underneath him and felt even more blood rush to his cock. I couldn’t see it now, but knew that it was purple.

I simply could not wait another instant. I grabbed a lubricated condom from my night stand. (He said he was a virgin and I believe him, but there is a huge difference between belief and stupidity.) I put the thing on in record time, grabbed his legs and pulled them of the bed, then shoved myself hard inside that tight, eager ass.

I had Todd’s dick in my hand again and felt it grow harder than steel as I stroked it in time to my own thrusts. God this was good. I pushed my belly onto his cheeks and reveled in the contact. I used my hips to make small powerful thrusts. I felt my balls bang into his, not enough to hurt, but enough to know they were there. Todd turned his head enough to catch my eye. The twinkle in his eye’s told me that he was having the time of his life. I was too.

Lust got thick, more urgent. I increased my pace to match. Soon I was slamming my dick into his asshole harder and harder with each thrust. My hand flew across his purple cock. My grip tightened. We both panted heavy pleasure.

He came first. Cum exploded up to his belly then oozed out over my now still fist escort bağdat caddesi and onto my sheets, making then slick. I let go his cock and grabbed his shoulders with both hands. I pushed his whole body into every thrust and laughed my delight as his cum helped the boy slide further onto my speeding dick. My orgasm shook the house. At least it seemed that way as I collapsed into shivering spasms. I was unable to move. Each shift of his weight under me sent new exquisite pleasure, too intense to enjoy radiating out of my crotch and through my entire body. I just lay there on him smelling his clean sweat mixed with the oil and waiting for the tremors to subside enough to allow movement.

Finally I slid off him, running my tongue down his spine with the movement and watch goose pimples erupt anew over his skin. I made my slow way to the bathroom to discard my condom. While I was their I thought that my new lover deserved something special. First I soaped one hand with warm water, then after letting the water grow hot I wet a rag. On my way out I grabbed a dry towel.

In the bed room I rolled Todd over and grabbed his penis with my soapy hand. I cleaned his stomach, his dick, his balls, and down his legs with the soap then quickly wrapped the hot cloth around his penis. “oh my god, that’s wonderful,” he groaned as I cleaned all the evidence of our pleasure.

After he was completely dry and my sheets were as good as I could get them I touched his face again and said, “Sit up, I want to show you something.”

Todd said, “anything” and sat up. I stood naked in front of him and grabbed a bible from my book stand. He looked concerned. I beamed a, don’t worry smile at him and opened the book to Leviticus. Raising one hand and booming my best preacher imitation I read, “It is an abomination unto the lord for a man to have carnal knowledge of another man.”

Todd said, “That is not funny!” he made to leave, but my eye’s told him to sit still. Taking my pose again I read, “ It is an abomination unto the lord for a woman to cut her hair!”

“It says that?” Todd looked perplexed. I nodded and read one last time, “It is an abomination unto the lord to touch the skin of a dead pig!”

This time we both broke into huge shaking peals of clean laughter. I collapsed on the bed and into Todd’s arms as we both delighted in the absurdity of gods wrath.

I thought I would never see my little elf again, but about a week later he knocked on my door. He was dressed in the same suit. He had another young man with him. I invited them in and asked them to sit. At first I was a little nervous, but it quickly left as Todd said, eye’s twinkling mischief, “this is Bill, we were just talking about sin.

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My brother, Dean, and I always spent as much time together as we could during the summer. We were good friends and my big brother and I hung out together more than we did with our friends. I should actually say older brother. At six feet one inch tall I was actually three inches taller than he was and hovering around 230 pounds, I outweighed him by about fifty pounds of muscle. Before he had graduated, being only a year apart, we had played together on our high school’s football team. Even though I was larger than he was, I idolized my brother and there was no denying I practically worshiped the ground he walked on.

Even with our difference in size it was obvious to see that we were brothers. We both had short, brush cut straw colored hair, but his eyes were blue while mine were brown. We also shared the same pug nose and thick lips set in round, but not fat, faces. I had grown a neatly trimmed full beard that was a slightly darker shade than the hair on my head while Dean wore a similarly colored goatee around his mouth. We both had a decent coating of dark blonde hair elsewhere without it making us look like apes.

Despite our similarities, we had one major difference: I was gay and he was straight. I had come out years ago, and other than the family asking a few times “are you sure,” no one cared. The only problem that ever cropped up was Dean being suspended from school for one day because he had punched a guy who had said something derogatory about me that I didn’t even hear. After that, though at my size I didn’t need his protection, I knew Dean was there for me and no one at school ever said anything else about me.

Another difference was the fact that at eighteen, I was still a virgin while I knew Dean had lost his virginity when he was twelve. Now after his first year of college, he had had many different partners. When he had lived at home he had even snuck a few girlfriends into our shared room – we had a sister, who was three years younger than me, who had the third bedroom in our home – and fucked them with me pretending to be asleep in the bed across the room. From the stories he told me, both he and his roommate had no problem with each other having girls in their room.

Dean had been the high school campus stud and though I wouldn’t put out, the title of heir apparent fell to me as his younger brother. I was highly sought after by both boys and a few girls who thought they could change me. Despite regular dating, I had yet to have a steady boyfriend because I felt like most guys were after me for the challenge of being my first and not because they liked me. And while the opportunity frequently appeared, I never took advantage of the easy sex because I wanted my first time to be with someone I actually cared about.

One afternoon about three weeks after he came home, Dean and I were in the basement playing video games. In addition to being used for storage, it had been turned into a hangout for us. We had a ratty sofa, a small refrigerator, stereo, TV, and a few video game systems down there where Dean and I would be banished with our friends. This day, our parents were at work and each of us had the day off from our summer jobs. After breakfast, we had moved down there to spend the day together.

Eventually, the game became heated and as often happened with us, shoving tuned into a friendly wrestling match to settle matters. Though I was larger than he was and could easily win, I never used my full strength against my brother. It wasn’t to protect his ego but because as my older brother and my idol, I wanted to let him get the upper hand. Not only that, I secretly enjoyed being under him and the feel of his muscles pinning me. After a rough battle, I would let him win and he never questioned it.

Because we were having a lazy day, we each wore only boxers. As we wrestled, our arms and legs gripped and scooted across our otherwise bare bodies. Even though the room was cool, a thin sheen of sweat began to coat us making contact even more difficult. As we wrestled, I felt Dean’s dick swell and harden against me and mine responded. It wasn’t the first time that it had happened and I didn’t think much of it. We were horny teens and boners were just a way of life. That changed when our positions got flipped around to being head to toe. He was on top of me and his hard cock had escaped the fly of his shorts and was now pressed against the side of my face. Shocked, I fell still and felt him stop struggling as well. As we caught our breath, his hot shaft remained pressed against my cheek. In time with our breathing, it moved in shallow thrusts back and forth against me. He didn’t seem eager to move and, honestly, part of me didn’t want him to.

After a few quiet minutes, Dean rolled off me. “Oh, sorry,” he said as he tucked himself away. It was so slow and deliberate that I wondered if he had done it on purpose.

We went back to our game without discussing it however I couldn’t get the sight and feel of his dick out of my head. Even though we had shared escort dudullu a room, it was my first time seeing him erect and his cock looked nearly identical to mine. It curved upward at the root, pointing defiantly toward the sky and was thicker at the bottom, tapering to a still imposing pointed head at the uncircumcised tip. The only difference from mine was that his was significantly larger. My dick was a thick eight inches and his had at least two inches on me in length with a proportional increase in girth. I was acutely aware of it tenting his boxers for the rest of the afternoon and mine remained just as hard because of its presence. I couldn’t wait to get some time alone to stroke out a load thinking about it. Other than online porn, it was my first time seeing a real dick and there was an admittedly juvenile arousal of titillation coursing through me because of it.

A few days later it happened again. Not sure what to do, I ignored his erection while we continued to wrestle. As we slid against each other, I felt his sticky cock juice trail along my exposed skin wherever his crown touched. Once we were tired out, he pulled away from me and tucked himself away without acknowledging what had happened with a look of disappointment and frustration.

When it happened again a third time, I knew it was no longer accidental.

Our parents were home but they usually didn’t bother us when we were downstairs. It didn’t take long for us to again end up wrestling and it felt like we both were almost instantly hard as we grappled. Halfheartedly I struggled against Dean and was soon again positioned beneath him with his cock pressed against my face.

This time intending to tease him, I moved my mouth toward it and touched my tongue to his hard flesh, getting my first ever taste of cock. I heard him suck in a breath then let out a soft groan. When I repeated the motion, Dean raised his hips and used a hand to angle his cock downward, pointing it toward my mouth. Unsure if I wanted to do it or if I even should do it, my lips remained partially closed for a moment as he moved his already wet tip across my lips.

When I opened my mouth intending to tell him I had never sucked dick before, it was quickly filled with his shaft. He didn’t go too deep but set up a fairly quick pace fucking my mouth. Occasionally, he’d hiss and warn me about my teeth while I just laid there and let him use my mouth. Other than the game music in the background, the only sounds in the room were the wet sounds of his dick against my lips. We could hear our parents’ footsteps on the ceiling as they moved through the house above us but were otherwise unconcerned about being caught.

“Here it comes, Danny,” he said softly as his breathing increased.

It was the only warning I received before he shoved his cock into the top of my throat plugging the passage as it stiffened and began to pulse.

Unprepared and not knowing what to expect, I nearly choked when his first shot flew into my throat. As I coughed and spluttered trying to catch my breath, more shots quickly followed. I tried to push him up and off me but he held steady. His load, thinned by my spit, ran out the sides of my mouth as he pumped his ball juice into me. Through it all, I registered my first taste of semen. It was a surprisingly unpleasant bitter flavor with a hint of salty sweetness. I couldn’t imagine getting used to it but at the same time I realized that I had really enjoyed feeling his hardness in my mouth.

Even after his cock stopped twitching, Dean held steady inside my mouth for a few moments catching his breath before he pulled out.

“You made a mess,” he said as he tucked his softening cock away. “I thought you’d be better at that.”

I shrugged as I went to the small bathroom in the corner that contained a toilet and sink to clean my face. “It was my first time.”

Dean leaned in the doorway and crossed his arms. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. You know I’m a virgin.”

“But I thought you at least sucked dick.”

“Nope.” I brushed passed him and returned to my spot on the sofa. “You were my first.”

“Wow.” He sat next to me and patted my leg. “You okay?”

“Why do you ask?” I asked sarcastically. “Because the first cock I ever sucked was attached to my brother? Yeah, I guess I’m okay.”

“Cool.”

That was the only discussion we had about it. There was no awkwardness between us and we continued on as if it never happened.

—

A few days later, I awoke before Dean and decided to get into the bathroom to shower while he slept. I had been in there a few minutes when I heard the door open and Dean sleepily announce his presence with a greeting. With three children to one bathroom, it was not uncommon for Dean and I to be in the bathroom at the same time, one of us showering while the other used the toilet or sink, so I didn’t think much of it. At least not until he cursed softly.

Acknowledging his frustration, istanbul bayan escort I stuck my head out around the curtain and asked, “What’s up?”

“My cock,” he said looking down at his erection sticking out of the fly of his boxers. Even though I had already seen, and sucked it, I was surprised by how huge it looked spreading apart the flaps of fabric. “Got a bad case of morning wood.”

“That sucks.” With the way our hard dicks curved upward, I knew he would end up shooting a stream everywhere except into the bowl if he didn’t wait until it went down some. Understanding his pain but considering myself unable to help, I closed the curtain to resume my shower.

“So do you, bro,” Dean said as he pulled back the curtain startling me. “Help me out?”

“Get the fuck out of here,” I said as I tried to reclose the curtain.

“Come on, bro,” Dean said as he held the curtain open with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other. “You know you want to.”

“Like hell I do.” Though my voice was angry, I quickly realized that my own hardening dick gave me away.

Dean released his grip on his dick and grabbed my free hand to pull it down to grab his shaft. “I think you do. At least your dick thinks you should.”

“Fuck you,” I said though I didn’t try to remove my hand.

“Maybe later,” he said with a smirk and wink. “Right now, just suck.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this again,” I muttered as I got to my knees. After cleaning off the soap that had been deposited by my hand, I took my brother’s dick into my mouth. I felt him place a heavy, guiding hand on my head as he began to thrust into my mouth. Making a liar out of me, my own dick was now rock hard and I couldn’t resist letting one of my hands reach down and begin to stroke it.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.

“Hurry up,” our sister, Debbie, called through the door. “I need to use the toilet.”

“I’m on the pot,” Dean yelled as he continued to fuck my face, “and Danny’s beating off. Go downstairs.”

“You guys are so disgusting,” she said huffily. “Just hurry up, please. Jenny’s parents are going to be here in half an hour to pick me up and I need to get ready.”

“Fine,” Dean said as his hips sped up. His breathing was heavier and while I knew the truth, to her it probably sound like he was straining on the toilet. “I’m almost finished.”

I could tell his statement was not just for Debbie but also warning me that he was about to cum. After a few more thrusts his dick began to shoot into my mouth. He remained motionless as his dick pulsed pushing his ball juice into me. Though it was only my second time, I did a better job of swallowing his load but I still felt some of it escape the corners of my mouth. As I sucked out the dregs of his load from his softening dick, I shot my own load onto the side of the tub.

“Thanks,” he said softly as he pulled out with a sigh of relief. “Guess we need to get out of here.”

Cursing the fact that I was only half washed due to his interruption, I hurriedly finished cleaning myself and turned off the water just as he opened the door. As he left the bathroom, I toweled myself dry and was rushed out by Debbie.

After dressing, I went downstairs where Dean and our parents were having breakfast. I fixed myself a bowl of cereal and juice then took my seat at the table. About halfway through, Dean gave me a curious look then smirked. I was going to ask him what he was laughing at when he got a worried look on his face and shook his head no. As much as I wanted to knock him on his ass for the way my day had started, I let it go to bring up later. Once our parents left the table, I was going to ask him about it but he beat me to the topic.

“Dude,” he said shaking his head slowly. “Your beard’s all clumpy and crunchy looking. Something you ate?”

I raised a hand and felt what he was talking about. It took me a minute before I realized I was feeling the result of his dried semen. “Fuck, man. This is your fault.”

“Sorry, but I’m not sorry,” Dean said as he stood and took his dishes to the sink, leaving me to sort out how to avoid our parents noticing until they left for the day.

—

I had just gotten home from work and went upstairs to change and when I entered the room, Dean was bottomless on his bed balancing his laptop on his legs while masturbating.

“Sorry,” I said as I backed out of the room.

“I don’t mind if you don’t,” he said.

While we knew the other masturbated, up until this point it had been when alone in the shower or in the middle of the night in our dark room so the other couldn’t see. It was definitely not something we did during the day with our mother and sister running through the house like they were now. Though I went ahead and changed, it was odd doing it with my brother across the room pleasuring himself. I knew I shouldn’t have felt awkward being there since I had already sucked him off twice by this point, but escort kozyatağı I still did.

I had my back to him, pulling on a shirt when I heard him shift on the bed behind me and close his computer. When I turned, he was sitting on the edge of the bed slowly stroking himself.

“Feel like getting some practice in?”

“Dean,” I said not hiding my hesitation. “I don’t think I should.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re my brother,” I said slowly, enunciating each word.

“So. Didn’t stop you before. Get your ass over here.”

I knew I should have said no and left. Instead, I complied with my older brother’s command and reluctantly walked over and kneeled between his legs. Dean released his hold on his dick and I gripped it in his place then gave him a few exploratory strokes. His cock was rock hard and even though his foreskin was retracted, it flowed easily over three-quarters of his crown on the up strokes. The surface of his shaft was bumpy and muscular looking from the thick blood vessels running under the surface. Beneath the upward turned cock swung a hefty sack of balls. His scrotum wasn’t loose and low-hanging but remained fairly close to his body and was covered with a bit of wispy blonde hair.

“This is big,” I said with a bit of awe, the first time I had acknowledged his size. His cock grudgingly allowed me to pull it slightly toward me “And hard.”

“Fuck, yeah it is,” Dean said with an unquestionably horny voice. “I haven’t fucked anything but your mouth since before I left school so I’m horny as shit. Get your mouth on it.”

Obeying my brother’s command, I lowered my head and took his tip into my mouth.

“Play with the foreskin,” Dean said softly as he rested heavy hand on my head. “Stick your tongue in it.”

I did as he requested, finding it difficult to get my tongue under the tight ring of skin. It fled from me and I chased it as it retreated below his crown. With it retracted, I continued to play with it, running my tongue along it and the ridge of his head.

“That’s nice,” Dean said softly. He began to slowly thrust up into my mouth. “Suck a little harder. Keep moving your tongue. Just like that. And play with my balls. Not too hard.”

I followed my brother’s instructions as he taught me how to really suck dick. Though it was weird that it was him, I found that I was really enjoying it. I had heard about guys who were natural born cock suckers but always thought they were promiscuous femmes. For it only being my third time with a dick in my mouth, I was beginning to understand the draw and silently apologized to all those guys I had inwardly criticized. With a moan of happiness, I reached down, lowered my shorts and began to rapidly fist myself.

“Damn, bro,” Dean said with a chuckle. “Slow down. No need to beat it into submission. I don’t care if you blow before me, just know that you’re taking my load regardless.”

I slowed my fist and took my time enjoying his dick in my mouth. As he began to increase the speed of his thrusts, I too increased the speed on my dick. With a deep growl, he came in my mouth. Knowing what to expect, I had better success swallowing his load. I started shooting my own load onto the floor as his third volley left his dick.

Once his dick had calmed and I sucked it clean, Dean put on the shorts that were balled on his bed then said, “You really are gay.”

Not knowing how to respond, I went with, “And sucking your dick twice before didn’t give it away?”

“Well, there is that,” he said drily. “I mean you really get off on sucking dick, don’t you?”

I gave him a glare as I responded, “Next time I’ll wait until you’re finished and leave before I cum if it’s a problem.”

“Next time?” Dean raised an eyebrow and gave me a knowing smirk.

I raised my hand and extended my middle finger in front of his face. “Fuck you. Like you aren’t already thinking about it.”

—

There was no longer any hesitation when Dean asked for a blow job, or more accurately when he put his dick in my face. Every few days, I would suck him off down in the basement while we played video games or up in our room as we prepared for bed with our parents blissfully unaware of what we were doing.

I did enjoy sucking my brother off and began to approach him for my own needs. Whenever I wanted to stroke out my own load, I usually waited until I could have Dean’s dick in my mouth and he never protested. I quickly learned that I liked sucking him off in the morning best. There was something special about taking his hard morning wood into my mouth. It wasn’t just the steely hardness of his piss-stiffened cock that I liked, there was an unwashed, sweaty, musky odor to it that I couldn’t get enough of. And his cock, specifically his foreskin, gathered all of those masculine, fermented flavors overnight seemingly just for me. Even when I sucked him off in the evening after he got home from his summer job, his flavor and scent weren’t quite ripe enough for me and left me unsatisfied.

One morning after going a few days without seeing each other, I crawled onto his bed between his legs to suck him off. He had had a late night out with friends and was still sleeping as I pulled his cock out of his fly. After positioning myself so I could suck him and stroke myself with ease, I relaxed into my work.

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First off – hi there, I’m Michael – Mike, I prefer. I’m now in my early 20s; I’m 6’1″ tall and I weigh in at about 170 pounds. I have two parents as usual and a sister who’s three years older than I am and who is currently living away from home near her university. Nowadays, I’m a fitness trainer – with a sideline studying computer programming that had been brought about by being a bit of a recluse and nerd in my early years. And this story is why…..

When I was about six, something happened that was a) the most painful thing I can ever remember and b) was the turning point…..for the rest of my life.

I’d been playing in the garden with our boisterous German Shepherd dog. It was mid summer and we were having one of those so-rare English heatwaves, so I’d taken my shorts off and was bare-arse naked, all the better to enjoy the cooling water from the hosepipe my dad had connected up and turned on for me. At six years old – so what!

In between splashing water around, I’d been chucking the dog’s toy bone for him and he’d been fetching it back to me endlessly. Eventually I started to get bored and refused to throw it. Instead I held it above my head while he jumped at me to try to get it – and then I lowered it and held it close to me and spun around, trying to confuse him. Unwittingly at one point, I held it near my groin as he lunged for it – and then whipped it away.

I don’t really remember much about what happened next except to say that I was suddenly in intense pain, covered in blood and was screaming. My mum ran out, screamed as well and ran back indoors, reappearing a moment later with a large towel. She grabbed me, slammed the towel into my groin, picked me up and raced back indoors, calling out to my dad to get the car out.

Seemingly hours later (probably just moments) we were racing towards the local hospital – dad driving; me on my mum’s lap and her doing her best to cuddle me, control the blood flow and phone the hospital to alert them. I heard the words “dog bite” but the pain was too much to let me concentrate on what she was telling them…..and anyway, it wasn’t long before we were screeching into the A & E parking bay, to be met by two nurses who lifted me away from mum and hustled me into a cubicle where my ‘care’ began.

Anyway, to cut a long introduction short, after an operation and almost a week in hospital, they let me go home but only after a long talk with the urologist. Basically, the dog had bitten off well over half of my little penis. It wasn’t his fault and at least it had been a ‘clean’ bite – no tearing or ripping – so they were able to do a basic rebuild to what was left. I could still pee, although I had a catheter for another week or so. And at six, there wasn’t much else for me to use my penis for.

The worst part, I think, was that they told me that they couldn’t do any real restorative plastic surgery until I’d fully grown up – I was going to have to put up with what I’d got until I was perhaps 18…..

Obviously my parents and sister knew everything that there was to know and, to their credit, they were very supportive. Not only that, although my mum occasionally talked with me about ‘my problem’ it never became a major talking point, so my embarrassment was kept to a minimum. I do know that my parents occasionally spoke to the urologist and even met him a couple of times, but my involvement wasn’t needed at that stage.

Oddly enough, the delay in dealing with ‘my problem’ was a blessing in disguise even though I had to undergo many years of teasing and ridicule, but I could cope with that.

The week after I became 18 I returned to a different hospital; one that specialised in bionic limbs and the blessing was that in the intervening 12 years, what I had of a penis had at least grown in all the right ways and was now suitable to be the base of my new cock. The other blessing was that electronics, medicine and bionics had moved on enormously and they were now going to try out a (hopefully) brilliant new plan. The stump of my penis was to be removed and a donor organ would be grafted in place – fair enough. But since, in penile surgery, it’s often impossible to restore all the normal sexual functions, they were incorporating (and this was the really clever bit), a micro-computer which would be placed in a soft sack inside my scrotum, like a third testicle. Its tiny battery would need to be replaced about every ten years. To save my embarrassment at having three balls they would remove one of my testicles, while doing some stem cell treatment to the other one to make it produce more sperm in compensation. And in addition, the computer ‘bag’ would contain ten years supply of slow-release anti-rejection medication.

The computer would deal with everything my new penis couldn’t handle; in particular it would help it to become erect and it would stimulate the nerves to produce an orgasm and ejaculation…..all automatically. But one thing they did warn me (and my parents) about was that as this was somewhat experimental, they didn’t quite know escort tuzla what else the computer could do for me!

At 18, this was all a real “Wow!” moment. Until now I hadn’t even been able to wank properly but now I was about to have a genuine penis so I’d be able to shower without embarrassment; I’d fill out my swimming trunks properly and I might even be able to get and hang onto a girlfriend. To me the possibilities were endless – there was just so much to take in. Mind you, sitting there with my parents and the specialist, talking about “my penis” was probably as embarrassing as anything I’d had to put up with so far and tended to overrule any exciting thoughts.

Anyway, the operation was approved and we awaited news of a donor…..and we got ‘the call’ less than a week later. My dad drove us back to the hospital where we were shown to my private room. I undressed and put on my horrible hospital gown. My parents and I all met the surgeon. He had some great news – the donor organ was a remarkably close genetic match to me and he was very optimistic of a totally successful operation and outcome.

Then my parents hugged and kissed me and departed and I was left to await my fate…..in the form of a couple of cheerful nurses who soon added to my embarrassment by shaving me and who then gave me my pre-med jab. Soon I was at least half asleep and before long I was being wheeled down the corridor to the operating theatre.

And that’s about as much as I remember of that. I seem to remember going to sleep and then waking up again back in my room. A nurse was holding my hand and talking to me – and then I drifted off again.

I’m not going to bore you with all the details of my recovery because everything went even better than they hoped and when I went back for my six month check-up I was told it was my last visit, except for some clinical tests and examinations which they wanted to perform over the next few weeks.

And I had to agree that there was little more they could do. I now had a nice ‘normal’ penis and if you ignored the stitches near the base, you wouldn’t know that it was grafted in place. I thanked the surgeons and also the donor, whoever he’d been.

So, the following Wednesday (it was around the end of August, from memory) I was back there again. I’d caught the bus in, because my dad was off on a business trip and my mum had to drop the car off for its annual service, but since the bus almost passed our door and took only 15 minutes to the hospital, it was no real hardship. My visit was to a different part of the hospital and as you realise, I was alone this time, thank heavens! Thank heavens, because of what happened!

At the reception desk I was told to go down a corridor to the third door on the right, which I did, with some trepidation. ‘Bionics’ the sign on the door said. It was ajar but I knocked anyway.

“Enter!” came a young man’s voice and so I went into the room – well more of a laboratory, I reckon. “Hi – I’m Paul” he said, “Come and make yourself comfy. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

As I moved from the door, I heard it shut behind me and there was a gentle click.

“Automatic door lock” said the man, “Because of the, shall I say, “delicate” nature of the work here, we have total privacy, so please feel free to completely relax.”

There was an easy chair near his desk and I sat down and cast my eyes over him as he finished the task he was doing. Paul must have been perhaps 30 at the oldest. He was a clean-shaven guy, slim and healthy-looking, probably a little taller than me and he looked to have long slim fingers, I noted. ‘Surgeon’s fingers’, I thought.

Soon he turned to me and shook my hand.

“Mike – great to see you. So glad everything has worked out well – how you getting on with it?”

I was a bit taken aback at the quick and direct approach to a delicate subject and I sort-of stuttered my reply.

“I-I-I’m fine. It’s great, thanks,” not really knowing what else to say.

“Ok Mike,” he said, getting straight to the point of my visit, “You’re here today so that I can help you to help yourself really. But we both want to learn things – I don’t quite know what my computer inside you can do – and nor do you yet. So we’re here to find out. So let’s get going. Firstly, you’ll have to strip off and perhaps you could lie down on that couch,” he said as he waved at an examination bed.

“Strip off? All of me? Here? Now?” I was a bit incredulous and not just a bit shy.

“Hey Mike. I’m like your doctor only I’m ‘doctoring’ your computer, so don’t be shy. I haven’t had to do this stuff before, well, not on a penis-with-a-computer, but I have been involved in penile restorative surgery, so I’m quite used to seeing men’s equipment – so come on, get over it – I won’t bite! And yes, take it all off because I’ll be needing to attach some electrodes to monitor your heart and circulation and such later on.”

Taking a deep breath, I slowly undressed completely and then lay istanbul escort bayan down. Paul rolled his chair and a computer across the floor until he was beside me.

“Right, where shall we start?” he said, rhetorically. “Ok – can you get an erection for me, to start with?”

“W-w-w-what?” I nearly choked.

“Oh come on!” he said, “How can I do my tests if you won’t help? What do you want – some help….?”

“N-n-n-no! Y-y-you’re a bloke! I don’t want you to see me hard, it’s not nice” I said, in panic.

Paul chuckled. “Tell you what; I’ll do it for you!”

“Eh? Do what?” I questioned….but Paul ignored me as he did something at his keyboard.

And in moments I felt something happening – nerves were twitching deep down inside me – a warm feeling swept over me – muscles pulsed and I suddenly felt my cock start to fill out and rise. I gasped and quickly put my hands over my rapidly hardening cock, but Paul pulled them away and defeated, I let them drop to my sides.

And there it was – I had a really full-blown erection right there in front of another man! Horrors! Panic…..well, almost, only to be calmed by Paul’s voice.

“Brilliant! Nice one!” he said, “Program works perfectly. Looks good. Now, how does it feel?”

“Well, good, I suppose” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“Does it feel natural” he asked, “Can you move it?”

Well obviously I could move it – I’d played with it enough since all the stitches had been removed! But to prove to Paul that it worked, I squeezed my muscles and jerked my cock several times before shyness overcame me again.

Mike could see my reactions, so he changed the subject, in a way.

“Right – so far so good. Now, I need some measurements as a kind of base line. Hold on a mo.” He swivelled towards me and I saw he had a tape measure in his hand.

“Ok – this won’t hurt, but I’ve got to hold you” he said.

I shut my eyes – but I could feel and hear him talking quietly….”18 year old male patient. Surgically grafted donor uncut penis. Stitches have healed cleanly. No oedema. Nice job!” He chuckled through the last words. Then his cool hand wrapped itself round my cock and he held it upright while his other hand did the measuring. “Hmmm – 19.5 centimetres and….15 centimetres round – not bad” he said more or less to himself – well, to his voice recorder actually. He could see I was looking a bit blank.

“Say 7 and a half inches long and 6 inches round. Pretty good – they found you a nice donor organ,” he said. He entered some figures into his computer.

“Ok – that’s the easy part!” he said, “Now, sit back and I’ll adjust the bed.” He pressed more buttons somewhere and the bed became a reclining couch onto which I collapsed.

“Now things get a bit more personal” he smiled. “So, first question – can you masturbate?”

“Do what?” I said, taken aback once again.

“Well then, can you wank?” he said, as if I hadn’t understood his question.

If I wasn’t a bit red before, I certainly was now – I’d never in my life discussed my personal details – he might as well have asked to watch me shit! Talk about personal – this was too much! I tried to stutter a reply but nothing coherent would come out.

“Mike,” he said, resting his hand on my lower abdomen, “all I want to know is whether or not your equipment works properly. We’ve done some amazing surgery and stuff and we need your total cooperation – not just to help you, but to help with the ongoing program of developing this kind of bionic implant elsewhere. So please don’t be embarrassed – just ignore the facts that a) we’re both blokes and b) that you’re naked and erect. Can you do that? For me? Please?”

And as he said that, he wrapped his hand around my shaft and squeezed me, gently at first and then firmly before letting go. I got the message – he could be a friend or a doctor….so I decided to just let things happen.

“I’m sorry Paul. I’ve never been in this situation before and I don’t know how to react. It feels kind of gay but then I realise that you’re not doing these things for fun, so I’ll try to behave,” I said, somewhat contritely.

“Oh, we could have fun, if you like,” he said somewhat conspiratorially “but first let’s get the job done. So, back to my question – can you masturbate?”

‘Oh well, here goes,’ I thought, as I said “Yes, I’ve done it a few times since the op, but I haven’t had an orgasm yet. The feelings aren’t bad, in fact they’re quite good, but somehow I never seem to get there and eventually I give up.”

“Do you have wet dreams?” he asked….”nocturnal emissions?”

“Oh yes – regularly,” I said, “I reckon every few days I wake up with spunk all over me and the bed. There’s always a heck of a lot too I think.” I mumbled the last as I realised that I was stretching way beyond my personal boundaries by discussing such matters.

“That’s excellent then – things obviously work well enough, although it sounds as if we need to tweak the computer a bit to escort erenköy help you orgasm when you masturbate.” And so saying, he turned to his computer and began adjusting levels on assorted displayed graphs.

“Ok – let’s see if this helps” he said, as he tapped what must have been a “run program” key.

Suddenly my somewhat flagging erection stiffened and throbbed. It strained and pointed up my body half way to vertical and I watched in some amazement as it began leaking drip after drip of clear, slippery, viscous precum. And then, as I sat and stared, open-mouthed, my cock just jumped violently; I felt my abdominal muscles spasm and my penis spat out a huge squirt of cum – rapidly followed by several more and then settled back to just ooze more cum out onto my pubes.

“Aaaagghh! Aaaagghh!” I cried as my orgasm pulsed through me.

The first big jet had, almost inevitably, been vectored straight at its “target” – my open mouth – and I reacted as if I’d swallowed a fly! I spat, I choked and I was almost sick but the sticky cum remained, splashed across my tongue and on the roof of my mouth. Finally I overcame my revulsion as I realised I hadn’t been poisoned – to find Paul busy muttering and entering more data in his computer.

“Too much! Too much!” he was saying, and “Sorry! Sorry!”

Eventually he looked up at me. “Ah – we, er, need a cloth or something” he said as he rolled across the floor and came back with some tissues.

“Very sorry about that!” he said.

“I should think so!” I chuckled – but I was quite happy now – my cock had worked properly for the very first time and my ejaculation had been large enough to be proud of. I wasn’t so shy any more!

“Well, at least it worked, but I’ve adjusted things down a bit and it shouldn’t happen like that again,” Paul said, “But that was a good cum, if you don’t mind me saying so. The work we’ve done on your sperm production obviously works too.” He chuckled. “Got me going a bit as well!”

And at Paul’s groin I could clearly see that his cock was also erect and had leaked through his pants.

I sniggered – “Well, at least I came – you haven’t!”

“I could soon remedy that, if you’d let me!” he said as he ran his fingers up and down his bulge.

“Eh?” I said, bemused, “How do you mean?”

“If you wouldn’t object I could have a wank too and then we’d be even” he said and I saw his cock twitch as he said it.

Now this would be a new one on me – I’d never seen a man (or woman or anyone else, for that matter) play with themselves and to watch a man do it would be a real eye-opener. My newly liberated self couldn’t help it…..

“Go on then – do it!” I said, “So long as you let me watch!”

Standing up, Paul undid his belt and trouser clip and lowered his zip. His trousers fell to his ankles leaving him clad in a t-shirt and his snug-fitting underpants. His cock made a long bulge to one side, almost to his hip it seemed and there was a big damp patch by the head.

He stuck his thumbs in the sides of his pants and lowered them to join his trousers – and for the first time in my life, there was someone else’s totally erect cock right in front of me. Through shyness, I didn’t really want to look, but my curiosity made me insist on looking. He too was uncut and probably about the same length as me and as I looked at his now-released cock, the foreskin slowly slid back from his glans. A little bubble of precum appeared and slowly, viscously, dripped to the floor.

“Ooops! Don’t want to waste that!” said Paul, wrapping his hand round his knob and squeezing out a larger glob of precum onto his hand. He smeared the liquid over his knob until it was bright and shiny and started to run his hand up and down his shaft slowly.

“This might interest you” he said as he tapped on his keyboard, “This is a recording of your orgasm and I’ll play it on a short loop for you.” And on the screen by my couch/bed appeared an overhead shot of my penis as it jerked and fired cum up into my mouth and onto my chest….over and over again – a 20 second repeating loop.

My cock immediately jumped into erect mode and I just couldn’t help grasping it and copying Paul’s actions. We both watched endless spurts of my cum firing from my pulsing penis as we wanked silently, side by side.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” said Paul breathlessly, “Have you got those tissues handy?”

“Oh damn, they’re on the floor behind the couch,” I panted, feeling my own eruption to be not far off. There was no way that I wanted to interrupt my wank as I was too busy enjoying the newly heightened feelings and also enjoying watching Paul’s cock, as well as mine on the screen. But Paul’s was more exciting – it was really happening and I was about to see another man cum!

“Tissues, tissues….,” said Paul and he bent over the couch to try to reach them. As he did so he released his hold on his cock and it bumped gently against my spare hand. Automatically, I closed my fingers around him. I’d never, ever, done anything like this and it was SO exciting that I just couldn’t help myself. His cock was hard and yet soft, solid and yet yielding and felt so erotically slippery. I held on and started to rub my fist up and down his cock as he stood up straight again. A pulse of precum oozed from his tip and I copied his action and spread it over the knob.

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Millstone – ONE – (Hanging the Chimney Hook)

All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen

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

Chapter Eight

Before Detective Edgerton gave me the go-ahead to poke around in the Tommy Haines case, we had to tread lightly to not ruffle his feathers or draw the attention of the guy from the tailoring shop. As it stood, we only had to concern ourselves with the man at the shop that I believed threatened us, and while that threat, as oblique as he made it, might prove an empty one, we had to be cautious. I regretted not accosting the guy, frisking him for his wallet, and checking his I.D.; I should have done that, that way we wouldn’t have to guess so hard later, and we could get on with our inquiries. I made a note to myself to never make that mistake again.

On the average day, I don’t like pointing fingers without evidence, but after Edgerton’s assent about my involvement, my poking around could cause trouble, so we needed to find that guy from the shop. I figured I would switch-on the diplomacy, apply little tact, and ask Grey what he knew before we left the mansion that morning.

On the pea gravel out front, as Grey locked the door behind us, I said to him, “So, did Taylor the tailor make that suit?”

“Yes, he did. He told me that because I’m so slender, a tailor would find it easier to make a suit for me from scratch than alter one from the rack.”

“I have a similar problem,” said Max.

Grey smiled. “With your proportions, I’ve no doubt you do.”

“While at the tailor,” I said, “a young man, about 23 or so, came into the shop. He had pale skin, average height, slim build, long dark hair in a ponytail. Would you happen to know anyone that fits his description?”

“He doesn’t sound familiar,” said Grey. “Have you any reason I should know him?”

“He told me to leave the Tommy Haines case alone. That the police said Tommy killed himself, and that I should leave it at that.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What are you implying?”

“I’m doing my damnedest not to imply, but unless your dining room is bugged, there’s no way for anyone to know that I had any connection to the case, and where we would be, unless you or your Auntie Winter mentioned it to someone, somehow. I’m not suggesting any malicious intent, and I wouldn’t mention it now, but the guy threatened us, and that’s a problem.”

“He threatened you?”

“Not in so many words, but I know a threat when I hear one. Have you mentioned it to anyone?”

“Okay, I had coffee with my boyfriend that day, and I mentioned it in conversation, but he’s not the man you describe; Derek is Japanese, and he wouldn’t bother to repeat it. The description of your guy fits a lot of men in this city.”

“Not all of them have a connection to Tommy Haines.”

“Oh…,” he said.

Max asked him, “Do you know the guy?”

“No, but my boyfriend has a connection to Tommy. They both worked for Alliance Construction. Derek still works there as a journeyman to a master electrician, and when that’s not needed, he’s a painter, but Tommy had quit. I met Derek while he worked on the mansion.” He thumbed over his shoulder.

“Where were you when you had the conversation with him?” I asked.

“I meet him at The Coffee Dungeon on Baxter Avenue every morning. You’ll find it across from where he works. They have excellent coffee, so all the Alliance employees go there, some even on their off-days.”

“Have you not seen anyone who fits the description while going there?” I asked.

“I don’t remember, so I couldn’t say. I know that’s unhelpful, and I’m sorry. Derek and I could sit in the middle of a crowded room, and as far as I’m concerned, we’re alone. I apologize if my indiscretion has cause you a problem.”

“Do you know where Derek is working right now?” I asked.

“Yes, he gave me the address, I planned to pick him up so we could have lunch together.” (Grey texted me the address.) “Will you talk to him?”

“Yeah, I’m kind of hoping he isn’t as attentive as you.”

“Ugh! Well, that’s rude.”

“No offense intended,” I said. “For your sake, I hope he is. You’re a nice young man who deserves happiness, but we really need to find this guy before he decides to come looking for us.”

An investigation requires legwork, which means running-down leads and questioning people in person whenever possible. I prefer having those secondary and tertiary cues that indicate when someone is honest, hiding something, or flat out lying. Grey was obviously honest, and his attitude showed a genuine change upon hearing that the guy had threatened us. That demonstrated a positive moral code, and that was a good sign. He even gave us information of his own volition that might help when he couldn’t help otherwise.

Grey’s boyfriend was named Derek Oshiro escort bostancı and, according to the online map, we would find him working a few miles away at an estate in Estonia, a neighborhood on the wealthy side of the bay. The plots of land for that neighborhood had a decent size, probably no more than about five acres each, but they had lots of visual privacy with all the mature trees, and the homes had an interesting mixture of styles.

One of Alliance Construction’s brick red vans sat in the driveway of a two story Second Empire home, but with its Mansard roof it appeared to have three stories as the roof allowed the owner to take full advantage of the attic space. I parked behind the van, and we were met at the outer glass door by the owner, an older woman. I would guess her age as in her 80s, with a head of silvery white curls piled atop her head. She wore a pair of comfortable looking Capri jeans and a buttoned blouse with a striped bow tie. When she answered the door, we introduced ourselves.

“So, you’re the detectives my dream boat told me would come,” she said.

“Dream boat?” asked Max.

She smiled. “That’s what I call Mr. Oshiro, the handsome painter.” She had a British accent and seemed spry for her age. She stood straight, and her head reached the top of my shoulders. “I’m Vivian Baker. Do come in.” The foyer had drop cloths lining the walls and so did the living and dining rooms whose furniture they had shifted for the work. A light scent of fresh paint breezed through the door as we stepped inside, and the air had more movement inside the house than outside, as they had an air-mover in one of the windows. “Please excuse the mess, I’m having a few rooms repainted. I’m about to make tea, would either of you care for a cup? It’s no bother.”

We politely declined and heard the creaking sounds of someone descending a ladder in the living area. Derek came around the corner to greet us, and Ms. Baker invited us to join him there, while she left to make tea.

Immediately, I could see why Grey had eyes for no one else but Derek. He wore white painter’s pants, boots, and no shirt. The 25-year-old had attractive black hair, and a handsome square face with an angular jawline. His flawless, lightly tan skin had a detailed, symmetrical full-color tattoo that accentuated his full pecs, shoulders, upper back, and down both arms. He had a striking overall appearance. Max and I stood there for a moment as if we gazed upon a work of art; Max spoke first.

“My god you’re beautiful,” he said.

Derek smiled, laughed a little, and diverted his eyes downward. He was physically robust and preternaturally captivating, as well as adorably bashful and modest. Grey needed to hold onto Derek with both hands.

“We’re sorry to disturb you while you work,” I said. The living room had been painted a shade of blue but would be changed to some mushroom-like color. The paint job looked perfect, smooth, evenly coated, and the cut-in at the ceiling razor sharp. “You certainly do an excellent job. What color is that?”

“Thank you,” said Derek. “Would you believe it’s called Dorian Gray?”

Max and I both laughed. “Gotta name it something, I suppose.”

He asked, “What can I do for you, gentlemen? Grey told me you would come, but he didn’t say why.”

“We’re looking for a man. We think he may have sat nearby you at The Coffee Dungeon on Saturday, average height, slim but fit, long dark hair in a ponytail. We believe he overheard Grey talk to you about our working for his Aunt Winter.”

“That sounds like Douglas Chadwell, and he sometimes has his hair in a ponytail, but most of the time he keeps it shoved under a hat. They had him on the schedule to help me today, but he didn’t show.”

“What can you tell us about him?” Max asked.

“Not much. Everyone who works at Alliance has two jobs. Douglas worked removals and as an assistant painter. That’s about all. I had worked with him a few times, but he seemed unlikable.”

A thickly built, tough-looking young man with auburn hair, freckles, and scruffy beard, wearing painter’s pants and an extra-long, white t-shirt entered the house from the front door. He carried a couple of wet paint brushes. He gave us a wide-eyed stare. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“Hello, Mr. Malor,” I said.

“I haven’t done anything,” he said.

“We’re not here to accuse you,” said Max.

“What do you want then?” He dropped the brushes into an empty can, bristle side up.

“We’re private investigators, inquiring about a man that fits the description of Douglas Chadwell,” I said. “Do either of you know where we can find him?”

They both shook their heads. “He didn’t show today,” said James, “that’s why I’m here. I’m not even sure where he lives, but the main office at Alliance would know. Why don’t you go pester them?”

I turned to Derek. “Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Oshiro,” I said, “We appreciate your kindness.” I nodded my head to him, and we made to leave. “Mr. Malor, may we escort bayan istanbul speak to you outside for a moment?”

“The police asked more questions yesterday. I want no more hassles.”

“Since you’ve done nothing wrong,” said Max, “I imagine all this got old really quick. No one likes to feel they’re being accused; but talking to us will ensure that the hassles will stop far faster, and you’ll have the opportunity to put this behind you.”

Malor stared at Max while he made up his mind. In reluctance, he said, “Let’s do this,” and turned toward the front door.

We joined him at the back of the Alliance van. He had opened the rear doors of the vehicle and sat there. “What do you want to know? You want to know about Tommy and me? I’ll tell ya. Tommy and I met at work, and we were both in removals at the time. I got to know Tommy over a couple of weeks, and he wanted to go out. We went on a date, and he had a few drinks. We went back to his place and had sex. Since it was late, and I had to work the next day, I went home to sleep in my own bed. I snore like a buzzsaw, and I didn’t want to keep him awake. Tommy and I had a great time and planned to do it again. End of story.”

I said to him, “Tommy had quite a bit of alcohol in his system.”

“Yeah, so? He was plenty coherent during our playtime.”

“He had signs of having been raped,” said Max.

“Yes, of course he did,” said James.

“Of course?” asked Max. “What do you mean?”

“You have to understand Tommy,” he said. “He didn’t go around telling this to just anyone, he had a private life that he wanted to keep private. He knew that his father had messed him up, and that he probably wasn’t the typical victim of a father’s sexual abuse, but he learned to like aggressive sex, and I mean extremely aggressive. He told me that specifically before he and I ever went on the date. In fact, he started working for Alliance just to get close to me.”

“Why would he do that?” I asked.

“I have a reputation among the S&M community.” (He stood, pulled up his shirt, unbuttoned his pants and took out a massive cock that, without question, beat mine in thickness.) “I’ve got an unenhanced ten-inch cock that’s the thickest that anyone has ever seen, and I really enjoy using it.”

“You could seriously hurt someone with that,” said Max.

James winked at him and nodded. “Yeah, that’s kinda the idea. As you might imagine, I don’t get too many takers, but I found a real gem with Tommy. He fully consented and enjoyed the hell out of my fuck. What happened to Tommy-boy was a shame, but I’m a class two sadist, so if it was murder, I wouldn’t have done it. I wanted to pound his bubble on the regular.” He shoved his hog back into his pants and buttoned up.

Tommy-boy…he used the same words as the man in the shop.

“You know Douglas Chadwell,” I said.

“Yeah, I know him,” he said. “What of it?”

“Would his happen to be a bubble that you pound on the regular?” I asked.

“Maybe, what’s the difference?”

“Yes or no,” said Max.

“The answer is no,” he said. “He’s an oral man, and I don’t care for it. Humans haven’t the ability to unhinge their jaw like a snake, and I enjoy thrusting.”

“Who started calling him Tommy-boy?” I asked.

“I couldn’t say if he started it, but when the three of us worked removals, I heard Douglas call him that first. After that, I noticed many people at work were calling him Tommy-boy, even the manager who doted on him.”

“What exactly is removals?” asked Max.

“That’s a nice little term for someone who picks up things here and puts them over there. Perfect example, the Thornbrier mansion required a shit ton of removals. I worked at Alliance when we started that job; it was a nightmare. They left that place full of everything. Not only did we have to pack it all up, but there was so much of it that the company had a hard time finding places to store it. Over the three years we worked it, we shifted it around until we had it all stored under one roof. Removals is Alliance’s worst job, and unless an employee has skills in something more important, everyone starts there.”

“So, what two jobs do you have?” I asked him.

“Like this place, I assist with painting, but I’ve trained as a plumber because I have an affinity for laying pipe.” He gave us a toothy grin and laughed.

We watched Malor return to the house as we readied to leave in the roadster. No doubt about it, he was sadistic, but if what he said was true, Tommy Haines more than just consented, he pursued James. That is, if I could believe the word of a sadist.

Max turned to me and placed his hand on my arm. “I’m glad you’re not like him.”

“Me too. If I had my length and his thickness, I wouldn’t have a cock, I’d have a burden.”

“True,” he said, “but I meant someone who delights in hurting others. Malor sounds like a high-functioning psychopath.”

“Oh, I get it. No Honey Bear, I have too much empathy for that. He said he was a class two sadist; that’s a bit escort beykoz of a red flag.”

“I’m not familiar with that, what is it?”

“Forensic scientists label four classes of sadist,” I said, “and only in the first two does the sadist care about consent. The higher the number the more dangerous they get, but thankfully, also the rarer they are. Malor either knows about that because he’s a forensics buff, or he’s had other trouble in the past.”

We could see Malor through the windows walking around inside the living room.

Max asked, “Do you think he’s dangerous?”

“He’s a sadist, so he has to be (at least to a degree), but some people would find that part of the attraction.”

“And what he does is legal,” said Max.

“Yep, as long as he has consent, but the question is, whether he had that consent the entire time or if Tommy withdrew it when he realized his eyes were bigger than his asshole.”

I had Max search for the address of Alliance Construction on Baxter Avenue. We found it along a row of related businesses, a lumber company, a lighting store, and the like. Across the street sat The Coffee Dungeon, just as Grey said.

The reclaimed brick building for Alliance had an old-fashioned appearance, both solid and heavy-looking, a visual reminder of the days when companies would build structures to last and a shrewd psychological indicator of quality to customers.

When Max and I pulled into the parking lot, I felt that tell-tale sign near the head of my cock that I would soon have one of my spontaneous erections. “Fuck,” I said.

“What’s the matter?”

“The timing of my cock is really incon-fucking-venient.”

“Would you like some assistance? I’m willing 24/7, you know that.”

“I appreciate that, Honey Bear, but I just want to get this done. For now, let me do this.” I got out of the car and opened my pants. Once I pulled my growing schlong up my torso, I buttoned everything back up and loosely buckled my belt. My shirt covered me well enough, but if I weren’t careful, I’d end up with a huge wet spot, especially if I tried to sit.

The interior of the building had a concoction of scents, like new plastic mixed with unfamiliar odors that I couldn’t place but probably contained formaldehyde. The section toward the front held displays of samples and information on new products. The long counter to the rear had an edge whose height reached below the head of my cock, and I had a hard time not bouncing against it as I stood there. A female clerk wearing black lace and heavy eyeliner, whose name tag read Delilah, joined us there.

“Good morning and welcome to Alliance Construction, may I help you?”

“Yes, I’m Howard Millstone and this is my partner Max Roche, we’re private investigators, assisting the Franklin Police. Is it possible to speak to someone in charge?”

Delilah left and returned with a clean-shaven bald man about our age, he wore the company’s brick red colored uniform shirt. It had “Manager” embroidered over the right chest pocket and “Robert Neuhouser” above the left. “What can I do for you, gentlemen?” he asked.

“We would like to inquire about Douglas Chadwell. We understand that he’s employed here. It’s important we speak with him. We know he didn’t show up for the painting job in Estonia, was he reassigned elsewhere?”

“I’m sorry,” he said and shook his head, “our employees have a right to privacy, so I can’t give out information to the general public.”

Max asked, “Did Delilah tell you we were assisting the Franklin Police?”

“Yes, she did,” he said, “If you wish to have any information about employees, you will need a warrant, and be in the company of at least one police officer.”

A handsome, husky-built man about six-foot-four, wearing semi-casual clothing came from the back. He looked close to 40-years-old and had thick midnight brown hair and a full beard of medium length. “Delilah, I’m going to an early lunch, do you want the usual Indian food?”

“Yes, thank you, Bo.”

As he came from behind the counter, he glanced our way and paused. “Hey, I know you two!” He said with enthusiasm. He greeted us with a smile and shook our hands. “I’m Bo Pecker. It’s good to meet you. Is there something I can help you with?”

He was a member of the Minotaur club. I remembered his handsome face above the others among our audience in the shower that morning. I only saw him from the chest up, but he had a beefy muscular body and a dense mat of chest hair.

“Is it possible to speak with you alone?” I asked him.

“Sure, lunch can wait, come on back.”

I felt so horny, my stiff cock throbbed against my stomach, and when he led us to his office, I couldn’t help but notice that he had a well-shaped, beefy butt beneath his khaki stretch-fit chinos. I thought pants like his might fit Max well, we would have to ask him about them at a more appropriate time.

He unlocked his office door, ushered us inside, closed the door behind us. “I want to say that I’m a big fan of you two. Please, have a seat.”

I hoped I could avoid sitting, but it seemed rude and awkward to remain standing. I tried sitting with my back perfectly straight at the edge of the seat, but that didn’t work. I felt myself squirt a thick glob of precum beneath my shirt like I’d squeezed the trigger of a caulking gun the instant my ass hit the seat.

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***

“Are you almost here?” I texted out to the two movers I had hired off of Craigslist.

“Be there in 5.” I got back. They’re names were Darren and Chris and they seemed the most capable.

I waited until I finally heard their truck pull up and met them outside.

“Hey, thanks for helping me out.” I greeted them as they hopped out.

Both of them were pretty similar, about 5’8″, thick, muscular bodies, and big hands as we shook hands. Different from me, standing around 6 foot, average build, but smaller and thinner limbs and…elsewhere.

They got to work very fast and I’m not going to lie, even though I had a girlfriend and usually go for guys taller than me, my pants got tight watching them heave everything with ease.

Soon we were on the way to my new apartment and they were reversing everything out of the truck. I supplied water and made some lemonade but let them handle the unloading. Eventually I grabbed my phone and texted a friend of mine and sent him “damn, if I wasn’t with Ellie right now, I wouldn’t mind sandwiching between these moving guys!”

I didn’t get a response by the time they finished shortly after and we were finishing the transaction when they glanced at each other.

Darren said to me, “Ya know, you should really double check who you text in the future.” He said holding up is phone, showing me the text I thought I sent my friend!

I felt my face go beet red as I stammer out an I’m sorry.

They chuckled and Chris said “No worries, you think you’re the only white boy who’s shown interest?” I must have looked confused because he continued, “I’d say most of these jobs end up with a white boy showing us what that ass can do.” He said looking escort ümraniye down at my hip.

I felt words come back to my dry mouth now that I realized they weren’t pissed. “Really, most jobs?”

“Hell yeah, and I really hope you serious.” Chris said and I felt his big hand reach around and squeeze my ass.

“I’m not that much of a tease…” I say smiling.

“Good, good.” Darren said squeezing my other ass cheek. “Well we gonna finish setting up that bed of yours, why don’t you get a little comfortable and join us in a couple minutes?”

“Sure thing.” I said biting my lip trying to be cool as I saw them go into my room and shut the door.

I immediately made over to my suitcase and stripped off my clothes quick and pulled a hot red thong up my legs and tucked my already hard cock into them before making my way to my room.

I opened the door and “oh my god…” was all I could say. They were both completely nude, muscles and veins on full display with matching cocks, both probably around 9 inches and thick as their torsos. Black cock rings framed the base of their shafts, making their erections that much more pointed!

“Get over here white boy.” Darren said and I made my way over. Immediately their hands were all over me. I’d never felt more glorified as they ran their hands up and down the outside, inside of my thighs, over my ass, my lower back, upper back and shoulders.

I felt Chris slap the underside of my butt. “Uh oh, Houston we got a jiggler! I love me a jiggly white booty!” He said as I blushed.

Chris kept feeling up my ass and around my thighs as I leaned over to kiss Darren. His powerful tongue pushed into my mouth and I moaned into his kiss. “That’s it white escort istanbul boy, get into it.” Chris said behind me.

Darren broke our kiss and Chris took his place at my lips. I felt Darren kiss down my neck and shoulders to my chest and I gasped when his tongue started to circle my right nipple. I have very sensitive nipples. “White boy is sensitive I guess!” He said as he switched to my other nipple, but started pinching and twisting the other wet one.

This went on for a few minutes until my nipples were rock hard. I reached down and grabbed their stiff cocks and slowly stroked them as we made out.

“Time for white boy to put that throat to use.” Chris said as they sat down on the edge of my bed. I knew what they wanted and kneeled between them. Keeping a hand on each of their cocks, I started to lean each way, sucking on their heads. I glanced up and they were kissing while i alternated between their full heavy cocks. I worked them slowly into my throat, getting maybe 3/4 of the way down now on each switch.

Chris suddenly stopped their kiss and stood up, “I can’t take this white boy he’s too much!” He pulled my head onto his shaft and started to fuck my mouth. All I could do was put my hand on his big thighs and relax my throat as he fucked my face. I heard Darren tell me to get ready seconds before Chris’s cock swelled and he pumped a massive load after load into my throat. He gripped my hair and held me tight while his orgasm expired then let me gasp for air.

Before I could get a breath, Darren was pulling me onto his lap and lubing his cock up. I felt him tug my thong to the side and lift me and slide into my ass. Fuck it took a minute but I was seated on his lap, grinding soon after. He was pinching and sucking my escort göztepe nipples this whole time until he stood up, lifting me with him! He started to fuck me mid air and as he growled that he was gonna breed my white ass, I felt my own orgasm shoot through me

My legs shook and I soaked the front of my thong while he filled my ass up.

We laid down and he slipped out and I went to clean up. I came back to them kissing and still rock hard! “I knew you two wouldn’t be satisfied after one round!” I said sliding in between them.

“Hell no white boy, big black cocks fuck you proper!” I moaned at the prospect of another round as we all kissed. This time Chris started kissing down my body, he yanked my panties off and threw them to the side. I kept kissing Darren as I felt him spread my legs, cover my cock with one whole hand and then lean down to start eating my ass out! Damn his tongue was magic. I was squirming and was getting really close to cumming again.

“Please fuck me, fuck my white ass with that big black cock! I wanna cum with you inside of me!” I cried out. I flipped onto all fours and I felt him get in position behind me, Darren lay in front of me and let me suck his cock while I felt Chris push into me. I moaned out loudly around Darren’s thick cock while Chris started to long stroke me. My orgasm wasn’t long behind and I came all over my bed and myself.

Chris really started pounding then, my ass shaking and quaking as he drilled me. “Ah yeah fuck take this BBC you little white slut.” He moaned behind me and I just moaned back around a mouth full of cock until he started to cum in my too. I moaned as he fucked me til his cock slid out, finally subsiding and I lowered down to a prone position to finish sucking Darren off. It didn’t take long with his view down at my well fucked ass to down deep in my belly.

I swallowed his cum and we lay together laughing at how hot the situation was. We kissed some more and then I jerked both of them off one more time before they said they had to run to another job but, “They were gonna remember where my ass was at!”

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I spent the first half of Friday judiciously hungover. Marie, Sloan and I ate sushi for lunch (our first meal of the day) at a place near to her condo in Celadon. The sky had remained solidly overcast throughout the night, trapping in a cradling warmth that now accompanied sunlight as the clouds began to part.

We sat out on the restaurant’s terrace along with several other souls clamoring for a brief glimpse at weather that wouldn’t find its permanence for another couple of months.

“February,” said Marie, “I’m beginning not to hate you so much.”

“Too late,” Sloan said. “March is two days away.”

She bore the expression of someone who had been robbed. “That’s ridiculous. It’s literally not possible.”

“It’s literally the end of February,” he said.

I, too, took unwarranted offense to this revelation. My six week verdict had shrunk surreptitiously to just over one month, a new span of time that felt vastly curtailed.

Sloan sat propped up on his elbows, purple hood pulled up over his head, the top half of his face mostly hidden behind an enormous pair of sunglasses. “Jesus, guys. At least it means summer is one month closer.”

We silently agreed.

I returned to my apartment around three o’clock, peered into the closet and fished Mikey’s note out of a pocket in the lining of my coat. I lay on my bed, opened it once again and studied the drawing. I discovered no palpable details beyond what I’d observed the first time. However I paid special attention to the way the quick pencil lines had fallen to paper, emerging one by one, less though mindfulness than with an effortlessness that saw me feeling, of all things, pacified. I left the paper unfolded and anchored it with a small, smooth stone on top of my dresser.

I estimated the past day to have spit me out sixty dollars poorer-completely unsustainable, although I anticipated no further haphazard spending.

Mikey texted me about an hour later. “Did you know that Yakima is the Palm Springs of Washington?”

“Could you clarify?” I responded.

“It says so on a billboard outside of town. I can’t confirm anything. I’ve never been to the real Palm Springs.”

“I haven’t either,” I texted. “That seems like a strange comparison though. What compelled you to text me about this?”

“Just thought you needed to know. You’re welcome.”

“Oh, excuse me. Thank you.”

He responded with a smiley face.

I did not hear from him again until just after midnight, when he texted to let me know he’d arrived safely at home. “Sorry for texting so late. I stopped in Seattle to see an old friend. I passed your street when I was on the highway. I wish it had been earlier. Maybe we could have hung out. Hope you are well.”

“I’m still up,” I texted. “Glad to hear you are safe at home. I am free to hang out tomorrow if you’re not busy.”

A few minutes later he texted, “That would be awesome. Want to go for a run? I can pick you up if you want.”

We relayed a few more messages back and forth, settling on three o’clock because Mikey had work obligations earlier in the day.

As I prepared for bed I recalled a conversation with my dad that had occurred a few years earlier. I’d returned home for Christmas from my first semester at college, where I had morphed into a kind of fortuitous advocate for open communication (something for which my adolescence had hungered in some ways, and by which was completely satisfied in others). I told him how I knew my being gay was not something we had ever truly discussed. I said that if my sexuality made him uncomfortable, we should talk about it. I remembered him foregoing an immediate response to instead stand and tread in his work boots over creaking slats to the fire, where he added a massive piece of chopped pine to the flames, tending it briefly. Once reseated in his worn cloth recliner he turned to me. “If your sexuality made me uncomfortable I would have told you already. That is my responsibility. But it doesn’t make me uncomfortable. In fact, I resent the idea that a person’s unchangeable qualities would make anyone uncomfortable. That’s just not fair, and I hate it.”

I lay in bed trying to call up the way Mikey had spoken about his own father. Within the context of who I was, he did not sound like a very accepting man. I sensed that Mikey carried a forceful deference to his parents, which, given what had happened, I supposed was all but inevitable. I turned inward. If Mikey had held up a mirror for me to regard myself, I would have seen someone frivolous and fortunate-a person whose experience had been unburdened, easy and painless. I felt a bitter pang of ungratefulness seep into my chest. These were not the quelling thoughts I usually focused on before sleep, and I suspected they were to blame, at least in part, for the unpleasant dreams that followed.

By the time Mikey was due to arrive the next day I felt much better. I had stumbled into a folder on my aging computer which held files containing various poems, snippets and one longer, unfinished escort pendik project that I’d written over several weeks at school. After inadvertently barring myself for months from accessing this particular interest, my eyes now fell to the words on the screen as if they were not my own. It was a rare and brief opportunity that lent me unencumbered perspective on my writing, to which my reaction was mostly favorable.

Mikey arrived in full running regalia, his hair now cut short of the sides. An easy few inches were also absent from the top.

“My god, your hair,” I said. “Take a look at that.”

“Got it cut before work this morning. It was time. Kicked myself for not doing it before the trip. I looked like a child before.”

“I really like it,” I said, surprised at my own audacity as I reached up and ran my hand over the top. He did look categorically older now. “I didn’t know you would already be changed,” I said. “Let me put some stuff on.”

“It’s a beautiful day,” he said. “Not too cold at all.”

“I know. Can you believe it?” I left the door to the bathroom ajar and asked him about his trip.

“It was really great, actually. This time I left myself a little room to explore. It’s not a bad place down there.”

“I liked your picture. And the Honda did okay?”

“The Honda was a complete sweetheart,” he said. “That’s the kind of driving I enjoy. Out on the open highway. The city commute just isn’t the same.”

“I’m the same way,” I said, emerging from the bathroom.

The levee seemed a natural destination. It was where our first impromptu run had occurred, after all. We descended the steps to where he had parked his car and on the landing between the first and second floors Mikey stopped and looked back at me. I halted behind him. His lips spread into a bashful smile. Within his eyes, chaperoned by forthright, inkwell brows that turned slightly downward at the ends, lived a child incapable of driving for hundreds of miles, negotiating with company reps and accepting whatever other liabilities arose from such a situation.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said. “Sorry. Happy to be back, that’s all.” He turned away and continued down the stairs.

Once underway I asked Mikey more about his trip.

“They put me up in a good hotel,” he said. “They took me around downtown…out to dinner…it was great. Actually, I spent a lot of time walking around on my own. I even took a little time to draw-on a business trip. I mean, fuck. Can’t say I’ve ever done that before.”

“That’s cool,” I said. “What do you think changed?”

He said nothing for a few seconds, then cleared his throat. “I guess I’m just thinking about my experience differently…or something. I’m not exactly sure.”

“No need to question what’s working,” I said.

“Exactly.” He signaled out of the passing lane. “So what did you do with the rest of your week?”

I thought a moment. “Nothing big. Actually, I went out late with friends Thursday night. Skipped work yesterday.”

“Oh, well that sounds big,” he said. “What did you do when you went out?”

“We just got drinks and went dancing. I had a little too much. Well, we all did.”

He smiled. “I’m jealous. Haven’t done that in a while. Did you meet anyone nice?”

“You mean, like, guys? No. I mean I’m sure they were around, but I wasn’t really looking.”

Mikey nodded. “Sorry, that’s kind of a weird question to ask.”

A small, focused arc of light strayed across the dashboard and I followed it with my index finger. “No it’s not,” I told him. “That’s definitely how some people hook up. Can’t say it’s happened for me very often, though.”

“But it’s happened?”

“Well, there was this guy in Germany,” I said. “His group joined ours at a club one night. He made a really good impression on me. Like, even the next day I was thinking, ‘I would bear this man’s children.'”

Mikey laughed and I smiled to myself at how much I’d just sounded like Marie.

“I take it you spent the night with him?” he asked.

“Well, yeah. It’s funny, though. We only fooled around a little. Mostly we just cuddled and talked and stuff. It was…I don’t know. Never mind.”

“It was what?”

I paused for a moment as my thoughts spooled up again. “It was, like, kind of sexy in its own way, I guess. I mean, when we weren’t messing around.” Unexpectedly, telling him this left me feeling awkward.

He moved a hand to the top of the steering wheel. “I think I understand what you mean.”

He asked me to tell him more about traveling in Europe. I had mentioned the trip to him before, but only in passing. Presently I attempted to stick to highlights from our travel schedule and list some of the well-known sites we’d visited, but kept lapsing into small, anecdotal pitfalls, in which I would explain how Marie’s hair once caught fire while we were in Italy, or about that one night in Prague when we’d become too drunk to locate our hostel. These stories istanbul escort seemed to interest Mikey the most anyway.

“I would really like to travel like that,” he said as my rambling waned and we entered a dirt parking lot next to the levee.

I nodded, but didn’t say anything in response until we stepped out onto the path, performing absent stretches. “Is there anything stopping you?” The breeze disagreed slightly with my bare arms and calves, but I knew I would warm up quickly once we started running.

“You mean from traveling?”

I nodded, tugging my left foot up to meet with my upper-thigh and butt before switching to the right.

“Just work,” he said. “Sophie could take care of things while I was gone. But if she went with me…we’d just have to plan ahead, I guess. It’s a worthwhile goal.” Suddenly Mikey turned toward the water. “It’s a cat,” he said, and was gone, stepping down the embankment toward a wall of reeds that grew near the base.

I followed and watched him tempt the siamese house cat out from where it crouched in the tall grass. It approached him with a casual, friendly demeanor, speaking in soft, quick mews. I knelt down next to Mikey and held out my hand. The cat sniffed inquisitively at my fingers, brilliant blue eyes wide and alert. Much of its body was covered in creamy fur, long and light, but the face, spine and tail dissolved into a rich coffee-brown.

“You’re such a sweetie,” Mikey said, running his hand over its back and up its tail. He looked over at me. “Do you like cats much?”

“I think so,” I said. “We had two dogs growing up, but never any cats.”

“We didn’t have any pets,” Mikey said. “Maybe I’ll get one someday.”

I stood and the creature became cautious, circling back into the limits of its grassy resting place. Before long it had disappeared completely into the taller reeds.

“Goodbye,” said Mikey. “Goodbye, my friend.”

We climbed back up the rocky slope and started together down the path.

“Did you write anything when I was away?” he asked.

I threw him a playful smirk. “What do you think?”

“You should seriously get back into it.”

“Actually, this morning I did find my stuff from when I was in school. If you want I’ll send you some of it.”

“I would like that very much,” he said.

We ran in silence for awhile. I was satisfied with the pace, but suspected that Mikey was going easy on me. However, he showed no will to increase his speed. He displayed admirable form, feet dragging minimally across the gravel, arms pumping efficiently at his sides, under apparently little tension.

“Did you ever run cross country?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, slotting his response between quick, easy breaths. “In high school. Did you?”

“Yeah. I wonder if were ever at the same meets.”

“Probably. I’m sure you guys cleaned house, too. Chickadees had a strong team, right?”

“Yeah, at least when I was there. I wasn’t on varsity, though.”

Mikey nodded.

After a few seconds I looked over at him, grinning. “You were, weren’t you? Of course you fucking ran varsity.”

He laughed. “Can I help it that I was fast?”

“You’re a pretty intimidating guy, you know that?”

“Hah.” He gathered together his saliva and spat down toward the water. “That’s all just perception.”

“What do you mean?”

He looked over at me. “You think I don’t find you intimidating?”

“I don’t know,” I said between breaths. “I hadn’t thought about it.”

He didn’t say anything in response and we were silent again for a while. Mikey carried his phone in his right hand. He eventually checked the time and suggested we turn around. “That’ll make it about forty-five minutes. Are you good with that?”

“Sounds great,” I said.

As we neared what I estimated to be about halfway back I started to feel significantly winded, though I was confident that I would finish in fine form. I distracted myself by making conversation. “You don’t usually work on Saturdays, do you?” I asked.

“No, never. Today was just an exception because Sophie and I didn’t want to wait until Monday to regroup. It was just us and our next-in-command guy.”

“Sounds pretty exclusive,” I said.

“Oh, yeah.” He laughed. “Let me tell you, we’re very exclusive. Anyway, it sucks but we might have to meet tomorrow, too. Probably just for an hour or two in the afternoon.”

“I guess it’s different when you’ve been away.”

“Right,” he said. “That’s true.”

We finished the run without incident and cooled down with a short walk around the parking lot. Mikey’s calves bulged from activity, large and lean, peppered with short, course black hairs. I drank endlessly from my water bottle and surveyed my environment with strange vitality as steady, relaxed breathing flowed incrementally back to me.

Today winter cloaked the swelling promise of spring like worn and dirty fabric, seams aching to split open. The air drifting in from the ocean brought escort kurtköy with it smells reminiscent of warmer months; sweet and pleasurable scents swept across the water from blossoming plants in the north part of the city. I welcomed even the occasional quivering odor of industry, diesel exhaust or organic decay that picked its way inland from the harbor.

During the ride home Mikey glanced down at my lap and said, “Those shorts don’t leave much to the imagination.”

We remained very warm after the run, and now that we’d connected onto the highway, wind trampled through the wide open car windows. So that we were heard, we spoke to one another with intent.

“I wore them just for you,” I teased. “Glad you noticed.”

Mikey shrunk against the driver door. I looked over and witnessed him adjusting himself through the silky fabric of his basketball shorts.

“You’re getting hard,” I said. “I can tell.”

“No I’m not,” he said quickly. “A little. Damn it. I rubbed one out this morning so I could avoid this exact situation.”

“So did I. Didn’t help much, did it?” I had become completely erect in a span of time I would have previously thought impossible.

“Oh my god. So fucking horny. This is ridiculous.” His voice tumbled earnestly forth, deep and hoarse and his hands fidgeted on the steering wheel.

“Pull over.”

“What?”

“Just pull over,” I repeated. “Now’s our chance. Take the next right. There’s a lot down the road that no one uses. My dad used to park his fishing boat on it.”

“Okay,” he said hastily, slowing the car a bit.

“I want to take care of that for you,” I told him, completely clueless as to what mysterious force had apparently just taken me over. “You just tell me if I’m doing anything you don’t like, okay?”

“Nope, we’re good,” he said, tearing off the highway, tires chirping in brief protest. He gunned the engine down the bleak, empty side road.

“Left here,” I said.

Mikey parked in the abandoned lot under a sulking oak tree and shut off the car. A meadowlark stated its business from a group of shrubs across the asphalt.

“I’ve never done this before,” he said. “Not in public like this. He handled himself a little through his shorts.

“I haven’t either,” I said. I’ll just jerk you, okay?”

He shimmied his shorts and underwear down around his legs and reseated his naked, dark backside against the cloth seat. “I’m still sweaty,” he stated, grinning.

“I don’t care,” I assured him, marveling at his middle section now as his striking presence swayed a little, directly upright and exposed in plain daylight. He looked over at me and muttered shyly, “You can touch it if you want.”

I extended my right hand and leaned over the center console, grasping his sturdiness in a loose fist.

“Fuck,” he said. “It feels so fucking strange. You feeling me like that.”

“It’s okay, though?” I asked.

He immediately nodded, as if to suggest that I would be crazy to stop. I pulled his foreskin downward, exposing the lighter flesh of the head. I then began to stroke him. I started very slowly, asking him once more if he was okay.

“Please don’t stop,” he said.

I increased the speed of motion only minutely, attempting to tug at him in the manner I imagined he would himself. Already he arched his back, his right hand balled into a furious, white-knuckled fist.

Perhaps owing to the run, his voice still emerged with slight rasp, heartbreakingly deep. “You’re doing it,” he said, gasping. “You fucking know how to do that just right-oh.” He lifted his shirt, abdominal muscles delineating themselves as he curled forward. I aimed against his stomach as he began to pulsate and felt rushes of fluid course up through his cock, just under the soft skin of its underside. The thin row of hairs marching down from his navel became drenched in semen as he came. His face and chest flushed slightly and he gritted his teeth.

I offered him time to recover, and after about ten seconds he turned to me and leaned his forehead against my shoulder.

“Thank you,” came his muffled voice. In another few seconds he sat up and looked around, as if he’d forgotten where he was. “Could you grab the towel from the backseat?” He held the damp gray cotton of his shirt away from the mess.

I handed it to him and let him clean himself up. A small amount of his sperm clung to my hand and I felt, with sudden alarm, the overwhelming urge to taste it. Unsure how he might receive this act of indulgence, I contained myself and waited until he was done with the towel.

Now that the moment was over, Mikey seemed eager to return to the highway. He went to start the car, but then stopped and looked at me with intense concern. “What about you? I need to return the favor.”

“Not right now,” I said. “When you’re ready.”

He looked out the windshield, pondering this for a moment. “Okay,” he said. “Deal.” Between shifts, as his Honda accelerated back toward the highway, he reached out and shook my knee affectionately. “That was incredible, Chickadee. Thank you.”

“Of course,” I said. I felt grateful for the certainty that he hadn’t done anything outside his comfort zone, and reflected that his decision against touching me in the moment stood as further evidence of the cautious nature of his development.

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My name’s Rick. My wife is Morgan. I’m 33 and she’s 35. I’m 5’10”, short light brown hair, 165 pounds and am reasonably smooth. Not muscular. Not skinny. Kind of just right if you know what I mean. Morgan is tall and slender. 5’9″ and maybe 145 pounds. She’s got medium length dishwater blonde hair, gorgeous green eyes, 34b breasts and has a short waistline and long legs.

We met ten years ago and started doing the casual dating thing. This was where I dated other women and she dated other men. We had a great friendship relationship going with a lot of hot sex to compliment it. Neither one of us took the relationship seriously for a couple of years. The emotional attachment wasn’t there and I think this led to our being much more open and free sexually with each other.

We did public sex together. We experimented with another girl. This was Morgan’s second time with same sex fun and for her it just wasn’t that great a deal. She decided that she just wasn’t into women. We watched a lot of porn of every type and variety from good stuff to lousy. We’d sit back on my couch naked watching and playing with each other for seemingly hours with her cumming numerous times while she brought me to the edge time after time until I begged her to make me shoot off. She liked watching gay porn as well as straight. She liked tranny flicks if they were hot. She loved ones where the woman dominated the man and made him do her bidding no matter how kinky it got.

This got us into her asking me to let her dominate me. I “reluctantly” agreed and let her tie me to the corners of the bed. She’d let her imagination run a little wild and would “force” me to suck big dildos. I bought her a strap on that had a double dick. She’d strap it on and a five inch cock would be in her while an eight inch one would stick out in front of her. She’d get blistering hot and would delight in fucking me while she jerked off my cock and came all over the cock in her pussy. She’d call me her slut boy cocksucker while she fucked me and we graduated to her sucking out all my cum and then feeding it to me in a hot French kiss.

What she didn’t know and still doesn’t know to this day is that I had always had a thing for cocks and hot guys. When I escort kartal was a younger this guy down the block named Jack who was a little older and I would look at his father’s skin mags and jerk off together. He was about my size but had a larger dick than my 6 ½ inch one. I’d watch his hand sliding up and down his longer and thicker shaft til he came which would push me over and I’d cum like a horse. One day he asked if I wanted to jerk him off. I laughed at him and told him no but I couldn’t take my eyes off of him while he stroked.

“Come on Rick. You can’t take your eyes off of me. And it’s just stroking it. Nothing else.” He said to me as I watched the head of his cock get redder and wetter with pre cum. My right hand seemed to have a mind of it’s own as I reached over and replaced his hand with mine. “That’s it Rick. Just do it like you do yours.” I jacked him up and down slowly relishing every stroke. I slid up and down the shaft with my right hand and then reached over with my left to cup the big head and massaged it with my palm. He lasted no more than a minute before he came what seemed like a cupful all over my hands. I kept it up until nothing else leaked out of his cock and it was so sensitive that he had to push my hand away. “Jesus that was fucking good Rick. You won’t have to go to college if you just give hand jobs!” I laughed and went to the bathroom to wash my hands.

We used to get together once a week or so but after the hand job it became three or four days a week. He’d be on the couch and I’d be on the floor next to him. I liked being up close to the action so to speak where I could see all the detail of his cock complete with big veins, red head and oozing pre cum. One day I was jacking him off. I liked using baby oil and getting his cock and balls all wet and slick. I’d gotten so good at it that I could make him last for ten minutes before he blasted big ropes of cum all over the place. I had been doing his dick for a few minutes and he was watching my hand slide over him. “You know what would be fucking unbelievable Rick?”

I didn’t miss a stroke as I looked at him and asked what.

“It’d be so hot if you sucked the head of bayan escort my cock while you stroked me. I’d give anything to see my dick in your hot looking mouth.” He said as he arched his hips up.

“Yeah right. I’m not a fucking fag Jack.” I said as I stared at my hand stroking his fat cock.

“Of course you aren’t a fag Ricky. You’re just a guy who likes to play with cocks. That doesn’t make you a fag. And you know you want to do it. Cmon Ricky, just this one time to see what it’s like.”

I was really into his cock at that moment. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. In my mind I already knew I was going to do it and I wanted it so bad. Wanted to taste it and feel it against my tongue. I had unconsciously moved to where his cock was just inches from my mouth. Jack kept talking to me about how he knew I wanted to do it and I finally just couldn’t resist any more. I moved my open mouth those last few inches and closed it over the head of his gorgeous cock.

“Oh fucking Jesus that’s fucking hot.” Moaned Jack as I swirled my tongue around the head while my hand was sliding up and down the shaft. He had his hand on the back of my head and was pushing me down onto his big dick until it slid into my throat and gagged me. I pulled back but he increased pressure and was suddenly thrusting his cock into my mouth. “Oh fucking yes you little slut. Suck my cock you little fag cocksucker.”

I was shocked at what he was saying to me but I was really into his cock fucking into my mouth. I liked the power of making him hump my face and suddenly I didn’t care what he called me I just wanted to make him cum with my mouth. He was pushing his cock into me and I was bobbing my head up and down while I stroked him. All of a sudden his cock seemed to swell a little bit and he pushed my head down hard. I felt a gush of hot cum shoot into my throat. It choked me and I pulled back while the rest of his cum poured into my mouth. I didn’t swallow it but held it in my mouth not knowing what to do. I straightened up and looked down at him as his chest heaved and he panted for breath. I had done this to him. I had the power to make him cum.

“Fuck that was hot Rick. You sucked me so fucking good. escort maltepe Now we have to make you cum.” He said as I looked at him. He had me sit on the couch so that my cock, balls and ass were over the edge of the cushion. He took the oil I used on him and for the first time ever he used it to get me slick and wet from my cock to my balls and down to my asshole. My cock was rock hard and the head was all red and hot to the touch. He slid his fingers down to my ass and started playing with my hole. I had played around with it on my own sticking one or two fingers in. Jack slid a finger into me as I stroked my cock up and down. “Yeah do your fag cock Ricky. Do it while I finger fuck your pussy.”

He held my balls with his other hand and squeezed them while I jacked off and then he stuck a second finger into me and started fucking in and out. I lasted seconds before shooting a huge load of cum that splattered onto my chest and near my face. Jack took his fingers out and scooped up my cum and then fed it to me.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun together Ricky baby.”

Over the next few weeks we were pretty much inseparable. Jack was totally addicted to my mouth and I was totally addicted to his cock. And of course the friendship changed from one of equality to one where he was in control. Contrary to what Jack had told me when he was coaxing me into sucking his cock and eating his cum, he now considered me a fag. He’d call me a cocksucker, blow job boy, pussy bitch and pretty much anything else humiliating that he could think of. But I didn’t care. I just wanted to suck his cock and eat his cum whenever I could.

One day we had gone to the movies together. In the theater he had his jacket over his lap and I had his cock out and was playing with it while we watched the film. When the movie was over we went into the restroom and I sucked him off in a stall while all these guys were coming in and out peeing. By now I had mastered getting his cock into my throat without gagging and I was swallowing the head of his dick with my throat muscles while I clenched his ass cheeks with my hands. He was shaking with intensity when he unloaded his cum into my throat. I never even tasted it. It went directly down. We went back to his parent’s place and to his room where we watched some porn and then he watched me jerk my cock off for him. When I came he made me scoop up the cum and eat it and then show it to him in my mouth before I swallowed it.

Things kept progressing with Jack. I’ll tell you more in part 2.

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