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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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The next day Seema arrived at my house at 12:00 noon. I chatted with her some time. Then I veered the subject to her develop of breast. She shied and said,

“Yesterday my breast were paining for the whole night. I had a hard time to sleep.”

I said, “No Gains without Pains”

Seema took the book lying on the table. She reached the next step and read it.

ALLOW THE PARTNER STRETCH YOUR NIPPLES A FEW TIMES

Seema was wearing a T-shirt and jeans pant. I told her to get rid of her T-shirt. She shyly caught hold of it at the bottom and whisked it out in one movement. Her small delicate tits were exposed. She sat on the sofa. My penis was again tight with the anticipation of the things I was going to do with Seema that day. I sat beside her saying,

“I think, they are looking better today.”

I gently moved my hands on her breasts. Seema just moaned. I was excited. I also moved my hands on her naked back. Her fair complexioned body started to quiver. I was enjoying this beyond imagination. Again I pressed her tits a few times then focussed my attention to her erect nipples. I held them in between my two finger and pressed them hard. Seema screamed. I then pulled on her nipples to draw out her tits. Seema blocked me by catching my hands saying,

“No it is paining. Please release them”.

I continued the good work slowly, pushing and pulling the nipples from her body. Seema calmed down and started enjoying it. I encouraged her saying that I could see some enhancement in her breast already. This had a positive impact on her behaviour.

I handed her the book again, she read the next step aloud.

ALLOW YOUR PARTNER TO SLAP YOUR TITS

Seema’s eyes became large with fear. She looked at me inquiring,

“Oh!! This is gross, would you be slapping it?”

I was waiting for this step for so long. I said,

“I have to. The book says so.”

I made Seema lie on her back on the sofa. After a bit of hesitation I straddled with my knees on her side on either side. I had her between my knees while I was almost sitting on her tummy. Seema was terrified. I gently brought my hand close to her right tit and slowly struck it from a very small distance. I did the same to the other tit with my other hand simultaneously. Seema just moaned. She was actually moaning. I was not sure but it seemed that she was enjoying this breast play. I continued this slow tit spanking exercise. Seema observed for the first time the movement in my pants as my penis was dancing up and down in its confinements. She asked,

“What is that in your pants? Are you hiding a reptile in your pocket.”

I was amazed at her innocence. I interrogated,

“Have you never seen a boy without his clothes?”

Seema replied, “Yes, they have a dirty looking small bulb there from where they pee”

I calmed her saying, “May be the book might recommend its use. Up to that time let it be a suspense.”

Seema fell for it but her eyes were still glued at that location. Seema escort ümraniye was actually playing along. Taking this opportunity I placed her hands by her side and held it securely between her body and my knees so that I could now proceed with more vigour. I moved my hand well away from her tits and then slapped her right breast with a bit more force from the side. Seema jumped. But she could not do anything but scream. I slapped her left tit and then on her nipple. She moaned louder but played along. I slapped both her nipples hard and said,

“I don’t like to do it. It is hurting to see you this way.”

I started caressing her nipples and continued,

“I even can’t see you in any kind of pain, but I have to do all this for your own benefit. Rest assured, whatever I am doing is only for you. I am not at all enjoying doing this.”

Seema had a weird look on her face. I am not sure if she was just verbally saying something but internally was somehow pleasing her. I again slapped her both the tits from the side, then from the top, bottom, between her cleavage. I was gentle with her and she too seem to be enjoying it. Her eyes were looking into my eyes and I was getting uncomfortable with it. This was a play for me but she seemed to the completely invested in this act. Her tits had become red and hot from my beating. It was looking like a hot spot on her white skin background. Seema coaxed me to continue. I slapped her tits once more from all the angles and then stopped. As soon as I got up, she withdrew her hands, took held of her breast delicately and pampered it to sooth the pain. I kept my hand gently on her tits and said,

“Don’t worry, everything would be ok”

She winced when I delicately just brushed her breast. I knew she was in pain so I suggested,

“Why don’t we take a break? We can have tea.”

Seema was more than happy to hear this. She at once wore her T-shirt back on. I prepared the tea. Now my penis had calmed down but I could feel all the wetness in my underwear. Seema was chattering about how her other friends got their homework done from their brothers. She was of the opinion that if she had an elder sibling, her life would have been smoother academically. She had now forgotten about the pain in her tits. Then finally as the clock was striking 2 pm, I told Seema,

“Let us start. Then even you have to go home and I have to study.”

Seema looked lovingly at me. I now felt a different affection for Seema. What was budding between us was now called infatuation. But I was so involved in this that I could not stop now. I took the book and read the next step:

APPLY THE CREAM FROM YOUR PARTNER’S PRIVATE PART ALL OVER YOUR TITS. ALLOW TO DRY FOR HALF HOUR. FOR THE CREAM, DO WHAT THE PARTNER SAYS.

Seema looked puzzled. She inquired,

“What cream?”

I had to delicately handle this situation. I said,

“When our private part is handled properly, it gives out white cream from escort istanbul it.”

Seema was still confused. MY penis was red hot and waiting to come out of its hiding. I gently unzipped my pants, moved my underwear exposing my erect 7 inch penis. Seema was amazed at the sight. She had just lost her visual virginity to my penis. The dark pinkish head was all wet with my precum. My circumcised penis fascinated her. I said,

“This is my private part. You see this eye here”, pointing at the aperture on the penis.

“This is where the cream comes from”

Seema came close to me and moved her hand on my penis. I held my breath. This was awesome. But I moved her away. I did not want to orgasm by a hand job. She asked,

“Where is the cream?”

I undid my pants & underwear and got rid of them. I hiked my shirt and showed her my balls under the penis. I added,

“The cream is stored here. In order to get it out, one has to manipulate it”

Seema asked,

“Every man has it, right.”

I knew this would be a tough one to answer. Because if she started looking and going with other guys I would lose her so I said,

“Yes, but beware not everybody is good. All men are not selfless. They use girls. Only your husband would be a gentleman. And yes don’t tell anyone about this treatment. Everybody is not that literate to know the treatment.”

Seema nodded. She asked,

“How do you manipulate to get the cream?”

I said, “Oh! It’s very easy. You just have to kiss it, lick it like an ice cream, suck it sometime by taking it into your mouth like a Chocolate bar. That’s it.”

Seema was shocked. But I could also see she was excited. Seema felt a weird tinge in her private part too. She told me that she felt like peeing and she rushed to the toilet. She would have gone for nearly 10 minutes. I went close to the toilet and she just opened the door. She said that she had to answer the nature’s call and hence took the time. We moved back to the living room.

I told her, “OK, I will sit on this chair. You sit on your knees and do the licking & sucking. And when I say stop release my private.”

Seema nodded hesitantly.

I sat on the chair. She did as she was told. She held my penis. The penis started moving up and down in excitement. She drew out her tongue from her mouth and touched the prick head. She kissed the head a few times. Then she licked the head making it glisten with her saliva. I told her to lick the shaft as well. She did it. Oh! I was in a different world with all the exquisite pleasure of hot breath and cool saliva on my penis. She was not taking the penis in her mouth. I held her face by one hand and positioned my devil at her mouth. I told her,

“Open your mouth. After it has gone in close your mouth around it and suck on it.”

Seema made a face opening her mouth. I pushed my penis through her partly opened lips. The pleasure was unbelievable. The hot wet confinement in which my penis was moving was sending escort göztepe currents through my frame. I was around one fourth in when Seema started to move her tongue very erratically. This was way above my expectation. I would have released some pre-cum from this excitement and Seema made a face. So I withdrew my penis a bit only to push it in again. Seema was looking sexy with her mouth wide open and sucking my wet penis.

I could not hold it any longer. I was about to cum. I told Seema to stop. She stood aside. I stood up and held my hand at the aperture. Soon the jets of my hot sperms shot out accumulating on my palm. The discharge was sufficient. Seema saw the process with at most awe. She was leaning close and watching the penis spitting the cream out. As my penis started shrinking Seema asked,

“What happened to your private part. It is dying.”

I said, “After it gives cream it has to rest for a few minutes before it is ready to give cream again. Remove your T shirt and let me apply this.”

Seema removed her T-shirt without hesitation and slept on the sofa. I slowly dripped my sperms on her breasts, massaging each tit from the base to her nipple making it sticky and hot. Seema touched her breast and the sticky juice stuck to her fingers. I sat aside. Seema closed her eyes. She was looking gorgeous. Her breast were really delicate and I was the lucky one to have massaged it with my cream. I was very happy to get my first orgasm with a girl. Seema was sweating and seem to be emanating some odour. I recalled that when she was sucking me, she had her one hand on her jeans pant. I was not sure if she was massaging her pussy over the pants.

I turned on the fan. She looked at me. I had worn my clothes back on. I went approached her, kissed her lips. She did not resist, in fact, she kissed me back with a different vigour. I told her,

“The steps are over. Wait for some time. Then go home and press your tits daily. Surely it will develop and become big.”

Seema smiled gladly that it was over at last. She said,

“I was feeling bad at the start & till the tea time. But I enjoyed the after tea session today.”

I said,

“If you like, we can have this step again any day you feel like.”

Seema inquired,

“What about my Ass Development?”

I replied, “Come after three days, I am sure you would enjoy that too.”

Soon Seema left. I was happy but I was having a terrible headache. So I slept for the day. I was lagging behind in my studies so next day I woke up early. I could not get Seema out of my mind. I was thinking about the Ass Development steps.

My head was paining again. I looked for medicine but there were none in my house. So I went to Sarla Aunt’s house. She was looking mind boggling in the saree. I was constantly looking at her tits which were so big compared to that of Seema. I was imaging how delightful it would be to press these big globes. I took the medicine and returned to my house. My penis was standing erect. Sarla was on my mind. I sat in my room, pants down, penis in hand, fantasising about pressing Sarla Aunty’s tits & fucking her cunt very hard. Soon my hand was beating my meat and I orgasmed.

In short, in the next two days I made up the book for the Ass Development ready.

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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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They took a shower and went to the kitchen where Annie prepared them bread and omelettes.

Emmy and Annie wore light night gowns, with nothing underneath.

Annie was still highly aroused by her witnessing of Emmy and Harold’s recent mating frenzy.

So, she involuntarily did her best to please Harold, to entice him to make love to her. She did not miss an opportunity to let him ‘spy’ on her cleavage.

It was much easier than she imagined.

Harold just could not take his eyes of her huge bosom. He vividly remembered the hot night he had spent with this deliciously voluptuous woman.

There was a definite erotic tension in the air.

Annie was the first to succumb.

She went up to Harold and embraced him from behind; her heavy breasts leaning on his shoulders.

She reached down to feel his erection.

“Shall we go upstairs again?” she asked with a hoarse voice, almost imploringly.

Harold did not need convincing and in no time they were in Annie’s bed, eagerly feeling, groping ad kissing all parts of each other’s body.

Emmy followed them to the room and watched the two savouring each other.

She apparently knew what was to come as she came up with a large towel and spread it on the bed.

Harold revelled in the abundance of warm femininity that she so readily offered to him.

He sat on his knees beside her on the bed.

Annie rolled onto her back on the towel. Her heavy breasts fell sidewards, and she opened her thighs. With her hand she directed Harold’s hand towards her now fully exposed vulva.

When he gently caressed the swollen labia she whispered, “Yes, yes, over there.”

He ran his forefinger along the cleavage between the lips, and he felt the heavy woman’s body shudder.

At a particular moment Annie took the middle and forefinger of Harold’s hand with her hand and pulled them into the slit between the labia. These were sopping wet so there was almost no resistance.

Harold was not sure what she wanted so he let her guide him.

“Deeper,” she whispered,” deeper.” He felt a sense of urgency in her action.

When his fingers had entered her vagina Annie grasped the pulse of his hand and pulled it further in.

She was sighing and gasping.

“Deeper, deeper,” she urged with a coarse voice.

Harold was anxious not to hurt her, and he asked, “Am I not hurting you Annie?”

“No, no, please deeper, deeper!”

She almost cried imploringly.

Harold felt the labia giving way whilst escort kartal she pulled his whole hand into her vagina.

A deep moan escaped her mouth.

He kept his fingers together to make the insertion easier.

When his hand had fully disappeared beyond his pulse into the hot vagina, Annie grasped his arm and pulled and pushed it in a reciprocating movement.

“Like this, fuck me like this,” she moaned.

Harold now understood what she wanted. He now made the movement of his arm himself, as if it were a giant penis fucking her, with his fist being the glans.

Annie was shuddering.

She twisted her body from pleasure, and she kept spurring him, “Deeper, deeper…faster, faster, yes!”

Her heavy breasts shook under her jolting.

She kept her eyes closed.

Harold pushed his hand ever deeper into the silky soft and soaking wet vagina and he gradually accelerated the ‘fucking’ movement.

“Go on, yes! Deeper, faster!” she yelled.

Suddenly she drew her legs up and pushed her lower body upwards as if to absorb even more of Harold’s arm.

She came…

Her whole body shuddered now, and she let out a long-protracted moan.

Harold looked in awe at the big climaxing woman under him with his hand still buried in her vagina.

When her orgasm finally subsided, her legs fell back on the bed, and she gasped and panted heavily.

After a few minutes the worst was over, and she opened her eyes.

Harold felt that he could withdraw his hand and when it left her drenched vagina she sighed.

“Pity, I feel so empty now,” she said and smiled.

“That was good, I want you to do that more often.”

She pulled Harold’s head down and gave him a long and intense kiss.

She guessed that he was impressed by his new experience, and she noticed that he was very aroused.

When she grasped his erect penis, she felt him shudder.

“It hurts?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Harold. Come let me help you out of your misery.”

She opened her thighs again and Harold knew at once what she offered.

“Come on, don’t hold back. Fuck me now with your cock, fuck me hard!”

After the preceding ‘fist fucking’, his penis found little resistance in her vagina and with a few thrusts he entered her up to his balls.

Annie first embraced him with her arms and legs and whispered encouragements in his ear.

He felt her breasts as cushions against his chest.

Then Harold bayan escort raised his body on his stretched arms so that he could freely thrust his lower body.

Annie grasped his buttocks and started to squeeze them to further prod him.

“Look at me,” she said, “look me in the eyes!”

And when their eyes met, “Now fuck me, will you, fill me, don’t spare me please!”

He suddenly felt completely overwhelmed by the voracious femininity of the mature woman.

It made him go wild and soon he was pounding her. His belly slapping onto hers.

In flashes he saw her huge breasts undulating below him.

Annie kept encouraging him with a hoarse voice and with her grasping hands.

“Don’t hold back when you need to come,” she hissed.

When he came, she gave him all the time he needed for his ejaculation.

His face was contorted in a grimace as if in great pain.

She was surprised by the volume of semen that he pumped into her, given that Emmy said he had given her a lot when she sucked him off.

She felt her vagina quickly filling up.

“Come on, give it to me, give it to Annie, all of it,” she urged him whispering.

After his final pumping spasms, he collapsed onto her body, and he buried his face in her abundant hair next to her head.

She put her arms around the panting youngster and caressed his head, his neck and his shoulders.

“Seems like it was hard work for you, but I hope you are relieved now, “she whispered in his ear.

After a while he tried to pull himself up, but he still felt too weak and fell back on her again.

“Stay still baby, relax, let Annie hold you for a while,” she said, and she kissed him on the ear.

She felt the huge penis slowly contracting.

Because of its size it remained lodged in her vagina.

Semen was seeping out along the labia. The towel was now wet through.

Eventually Harold drew his flaccid penis out, crawled up and shook his head as if to wake up.

Annie looked admiringly at the virile young man who had just taken her so vigorously.

His muscular body glistening with sweat and his still impressive male member, even when not erect.

The sight of the huge penis swaying between Harold’s legs reminded her again of the studs at her parents farm, just after they had mounted a mare.

“I thought I’d die again,” he said, “I come so bloody intensely in you Annie. You are so hot!”

“You may wake me up in the middle of the night for such a fuck,” she escort maltepe laughed, “that was damned good! You could make me pregnant again with such a load! Look at what you’ve done, how much you’ve given me!”

She pointed at her vulva from where semen continued to leak onto the bed.

“Give me another towel, will you?”

Emmy was there with a towel. She had been present all the time.

“God, you two have made me horny like hell,” she sighed, “what should I do now?”

Harold and Annie exchanged guilty looks. Emmy really looked desperate.

“Oh, Emmy, my love I’m so sorry,” Annie said, “let me help you now.”.

She stood up and walked to Emmy. They embraced each other and started kissing intensely.

Annie then whispered something in Emmy’s ear that made her smile.

Embracing and kissing again they moved sideways to the bed.

They sat down next to each other on the edge of the bed, where they sucked at each other’s breasts and exchanged their milk.

Annie then reclined and lay again on her back.

Emmy crept over her with her head over Annie’s belly and her legs astride over Annie’s head. Annie also spread her thighs so that their vulvas were fully exposed to each other.

Annie supported Emmy’s body with her arms.

Harold watched in awe the intimate lesbian love play of the two lovers.

Emmy lowered her body, allowing their mouths to reach their vulvas.

Being longtime lovers Annie and Emmy knew exactly how to give each other maximum pleasure.

They first lapped at each other’s vulva, with slow languishing movements of their tongues whilst the two bodies shuddered with pleasure and both women moaned softly.

Both eventually ended up with their lips around the other’s clitoris and sucking it gently.

The sounds of the sucking intermingled with those of the moaning of the two women.

Annie and Emmy approached their climaxes simultaneously, like one unified, shaking and moaning body.

First, they held on to the clitorises with their mouths, but they released them when their orgasms hit them.

The two women climaxed in different ways.

Emmy threw her head back and released a deep protracted groan.

Annie pulled up her legs and shook them during her orgasm. Then she let them fall back heavily on the bed.

Both women remained immobile for some time after their orgasm, still panting.

Then Emmy let herself slide off Annie’s body and turned around to face and kiss her lover tenderly on the mouth.

As all three were now satisfied for the moment.

They took a shower, dressed and made for the lounge for a drink.

After a pleasant chat with the two women and after he had promised that he would be back on Friday night, Harold left.

(to be continued)

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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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This is based on a true story…

My name is Nari, now 38 years old, living in the States. I’ve come to accept who I am. I’m a submissive Asian slut. I don’t fight it anymore. I cherish it. This is how it all started.

I was born and raised in Japan to a very traditional family where women are supposed to be compliant and take care of the extended family, while ignoring their needs to a large degree. That environment created limitations on understanding who I was. That all changed when I moved to the U.S. to attend art school. I was ready for a change, to branch out.

I recall seeing the American servicemen in Japan and was always drawn to them. Their fit, athletic bodies and blue eyes intrigued me but I never put it all together. Although I was only a teenager, I remember having a tingly feeling around them. I would only find out why years later.

After arriving in San Francisco, everything changed. I was in a new world, improving my English in a city with a large Asian population. I was able to blend in while experiencing something I never had before – all these attractive, hot white guys noticing me.

School was more intense than I realized it would be. The weeks of classes could be grueling, staying up late to finish projects and keeping it together on caffeine. After the first few weeks of school, I needed to get away and blow off steam. I’m not able to drink like so many others (I get the Asian glow and then feel sick) so that wasn’t an option. Another Asian female student that I met in the prior week suggested that I go to a night club with her to dance and get away. Although I was nervous, I agreed to go.

I was nervous yet excited as I slipped my thin red mini dress over my almost non existent thong and applied my makeup. I was determined to turn heads by looking slightly naughty. The strapless dress accentuated my neck and shoulders but didn’t allow for a bra. I was a little concerned by the dress because my Asian nipples tend to get very hard when I’m excited and in this dress there is no way to hide my excitement. With my long dark hair teased and my my small Asian feet wedged into my high heels, we made our way to the club.

When we arrived, I couldn’t believe my eyes! Hordes of hot white guys dancing and milling about the floor. I cant lie. I was a bit intimidated by the scene but determined to make the most of the night. After all, I looked delicious! As we made our way threw the crowd, I received several longing stares as guys looked me up and down. The attention was getting to me and I felt my nipples harden. After several more minutes, the vibe and the music began to relax me, as I took it all in. Although I can’t drink, my girlfriend offered me a sip of her champagne which only enhanced my mood. Just enough to relax but not enough for any ill effects to kick.

After 30 minutes of observing the crowd of bodies moving to the house music, my girlfriend grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. The thump of the music and the comfort of my wing man (or woman) allowed me to flow with the rhythm and lose myself in the atmosphere. I was feeling incredibly sexy with this feeling of anonymity, realizing that no one knows me here so I can do anything I’d like without judgment. My hips becames looser, my ass prominently displayed, as the stares became longer and more inviting.

I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t initially recognize the hot white stranger dancing close to me. Before I knew it, I felt him begin to grind against me. The thin fabric of my dress did nothing to suppress the sensation of his long thick cock rubbing against my Asian ass. At first I was startled but then I realized how amazing it felt. I felt empowered to be this shy, petite Asian in a fuck-me dress, having this effect on this hot, athletic blue eyed beauty. Looking escort kadiköy at him reminded me of the Americans back home and how I would feel this tingling between my legs when near the servicemen.

Soon it wasn’t just his cock that I felt. His hands began running down the sides of my body and over my hips. When I didn’t resist, they started to roam down over my ass. The feeling of his big strong hands groping me on the dance floor was electric. As his hands fondled my ass, my Asian pussy began to moisten and my nipples were standing at attention. My obvious physical reaction emboldened him as he moved behind me, grinding his crotch into my ass while his hands brushed over my tits. The gasp that I let out only encouraged him further because he maneuvered me towards a dark corner of the dance floor.

Now slightly more isolated, he grabbed my head and leaned in for a forceful kiss. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth and found my wiling tongue, swirling in the inside of my mouth in an aggressive but highly sexual overture. As this new sensation coursed through my body, I began to melt. My body softened, focusing solely on the feeling, while his hands continued the assault on the rest of me. I had never felt so naughty or so alive in my life. I was powerless.

After what seemed like hours of dance floor foreplay (it was likely only 30 minutes), he leaned in and whispered, “Do you want to get out of here?”

At that point, there was only one response.

“Yes”, I muttered breathlessly barely conscious of my surroundings or what was happening to me.

As he led me through the crowd and towards the exit, he wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me tight, and unexpectedly reached his hand under my dress and placed it on my ass. It was like he wanted everyone to know that I was his, that he owned me. He was marking his territory. Although startled, I didn’t knock his hand out of the way because his strength was too alluring. It felt amazing to have him treat me like an object for his carnal pleasure. Who am I?

I knew everyone could see us and being on display only heightened the sensation. When his hand slipped under my dress, he realized that there was little to protect me other than a thin spaghetti thong. I could almost here him thinking that only a slut would wear something so revealing. It’s as if he realized that this seemingly innocent petite Asian came to club for only one reason and he was going to be certain I didn’t leave disappointed.

In the elevator, he spun me around and again attacked my mouth with his. At the same time, he grabbed my hand and moved it to his crotch. I couldn’t believe how big, thick and hard he was. Up until then, I had only ever been with Asian men so this was all new to me. He forced me to rub his cock from the outside of his pants and I remember being mesmerized by its size, snapping back awake only when the elevator beeped and the doors opened.

We made it to his car, not speaking as we drove to his apartment. Fortunately he didn’t live far away because my body was on fire. As we entered his apartment, he turned me around and pushed me up against the wall so that my ass was pushing back into him. He pinned my arms above my head with his left hand and used his right to reach under my dress and grope my ass.

“Spread your legs”, he commanded.

I complied by parting my legs enough to increase his access. Then he ran his fingers between my legs, feeling my moisture as he cupped my pussy. One finger slid between my lips and ran the length of my slit, easily sliding up and down, lubricated with my own juices. The sensation of this strong powerful white hand toying with me was almost too much to bare. I started breathing heavily as the pleasure coursed through my body. It was at this point escort bayan that he knew had owned me. He turned me back around, kissed me hard again and pushed me down on my knees in front of him. He fumbled for his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled out the most magnificent cock I had ever seen. It was majestic, long, thick, throbbing. I could only stare in awe.

“Do you like my white cock,” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” I muttered in a barely audible response.

He grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his cock. I could barely get my tiny Asian fingers around its shaft. One hand only covered half of his manhood. I was in disbelief of its size and strenght. My mouth was watering as he began to stroke his cock, with his hand on top of mine, forcing me to pleasure him. It radiated heat and somehow became even bigger, reaching at least 8 inches long. He then grabbed my head with both hands and pulled it towards his cock.

“Suck my white cock,” he commanded knowing that the fact that it was white made a difference, turned me on more.

As he forced himself into my mouth, I gagged at its size but quickly adjusted to it and began licking and sucking his long shaft, alternating between using me tongue along its sides and swallowing it. I was obsessed with this cock and wanted to please him. Wanted him to love how I sucked his cock. Wanted him to want me back. After several minutes of enjoying pleasing him, I heard him grunt as he spewed thick, hot white cum into the back of my throat. I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted more. I wanted to show him how I could take care of all his needs. After I swallowed his thick load, I pulled his cock out of my mouth, stared at it once again, marveled at how it remained so stiff and cleaned it up, licking the sides of his shaft, swirling my tongue over his head until all the cum was gone.

Having cum for the first time, he pulled me up, stared at me and said, “You’re an Asian slut, aren’t you? You love white cock. I’ve never had anyone want my cock so badly.”

Calling me a slut for the first time sent a thrill through my body. I realized that he was right. I was an Asian slut, a slut for white cock.

He then guided me to his bed, pushed me onto my back and ordered me to spread my legs. I did.

“Take off your thong,” he ordered.

I pulled my panties down over my legs.

“Show me your slutty pussy!”

“Yes,,” I breathed.

“Spread your lips. Open it up for me.”

I lowered my fingers to my pussy and spread my lips wide so he could see the pink inside my asian lips. Juice was already flowing and running down the crack of my ass. I felt so naughty opening up to a complete stranger, so easily able to comply with his request. As his tongue hit my clit, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body as I couldn’t hold back the moan.

“Ahhhhhhhh”, I whimpered.

He lapped at my outer lips, gently licked my clit, pushed his tongue in my hole then replaced his tongue with a finger, returning to again lick my clit. The sensation was so overwhelming that I found myself arching my back and moaning. As he continued his onslaught, he reached up and roughly pulled my tits out from my dress. My nipples ached, begging for attention. With one hand, he pinched and pulled on my Asian nipples as his tongue continued between my legs. I didn’t think that he could have taken my pleasure to another level but with my tits now free from constraint, I reached a new height. After another minutes, I exploded on him, cumming for the first time that night.

“I, I, Oh, I’m cumming! Oh, fuck. Oh, that feels sooo good. Oh, don’t stop. Right there. Ohhhh.”

I had never experienced the kind of pleasure that he was delivering, but I wanted more. It wasn’t enough. Now that I new what an intense orgasm felt escort ataşehir like, I needed more.

As I recovered, he pulled away from my pussy and straightened up. Thats when I saw his cock again. It was like I was seeing it for the first time. It was huge.

He noticed that I was staring so he asked me,”Do you want this? Do you want my cock?”

“I want your cock.”

“Are you an Asian slut?”

“Yes.”

“Say it. If you want my cock, tell me you’re a slut, that you want my cock.”

I was losing my mind. He so easily controlled me through my desires. He knew he was in control. And I knew that I couldn’t resist.

“I’m an Asian slut. I want your white cock. I need your white cock.”

“Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want my cock in your Asian pussy?”

“Yes, I want it. I want your cock in my pussy. Please. Please fuck me.”

Submitting to this stranger with a thick white cock changed everything for me. I could only focus on my body’s pleasure. Everything else faded to gray. I could only think about cumming. I needed to cum again. I felt his big head press against my tiny hole and gasped when it first pushed in slightly. I felt a combination of ecstasy and a bit of pain, wondering if my pussy would be able to adjust to its size.

“Do you want more?”

“I want more.”

“Do you need my cock?”

“Yes, I need your cock.”

“Are you a slut, my slut?”

“I’m your slut.”

With that, he plunged all the way in to the hilt of his glorious cock. And I went somewhere else, to a different place. I just needed his cock, needed to be fucked, needed to be treated like a slut. It didn’t take long before I exploded again. I came so hard that I thought I was going to pass out. But he wouldn’t let me off that easy. He was going to completely dominate me. Make me beg for more. And i was in no shape to resist. I could only think about cumming. Again. And again.

He turned me over and put me on all fours and ordered me to push back on his cock. I complied. As he fucked me hard from behind, my tits were swinging back and forth from all the punishment. As if he knew exactly what I wanted, he reached around and pulled on my nipples again. Then he did something to me that no one ever had. As he thrust inside me, he slipped his finger into my virgin ass. I never knew how naughty that could feel. With his thick cock in one hole and his white finger in the other, it was too much. I exploded again. He continued to fuck me mercilessly. He made me climb on top of him, grind on him while pinching my nipples. He made me beg him to suck my nipples. Made me feed my tits to him. He pushed me on my side and entered me from behind, his hands parting my ass as he punished me with his cock. I was delirious with pleasure, lost all track of time. He kept fucking me. He wouldn’t stop and I didn’t want him to. I found myself alternating between begging for more and recovering from another orgasm.

As he used my body, I forgot how many times I came. Then he announced that he was about ready.

“I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?”

“In my pussy. I want you to cum in my pussy.”

“Are you mine?”

“Yes, I’m yours. Im your Asian slut.”

“Can I fuck you whenever I want?”

“Yes, yes please. I’m your slut. You can fuck me whenever you want. I’m yours. Just fuck me.”

And with that he came deep inside my pussy and collapsed on top of me, exhausted. I kissed him gently to thank him for using me, for giving me a type of pleasure that I didn’t know existed. As he pulled out, he ordered me to clean up his cum covered cock, a combination of his thick white cum and my pussy juice. What else would a submissive Asian slut do? I complied.

After that experience, I realized how truly submissive I was. The more I would submit, the harder I would cum. I began clubbing every weekend in San Francisco, selecting a new, hot, white guy each time to fuck me. There was something hotter, sexier, sluttier about having a stranger dominate me, tell me what to do, make me admit that I’m an Asian slut for strange white cock.

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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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We had a good sex life until about six months before she passed away. Older people do not die below the waist, contrary to what young people believe. Even when I was cut off by her illness, I practiced self-abuse. A couple times, she suggested I find a lover. Even with her permission, I could not bring myself to cheat on her. It could be argued that it wouldn’t be cheating if she knew about it and/or condoned it. After 48 years of marriage, there was no way I could consider an affair.

The children and grandchildren came to the funeral, of course. Bereavement leaves are limited. The grands had to return to school. Within ten days, it was me and a big empty house. The holidays brought the youngsters home for a few days. All the conversations were about mom and grandma. When spring break rolled around, they announced another visit. I told them to stay home and get on with their lives. I loved them dearly, and they meant well, but the memories they insisted on discussing were getting too painful. I, too, had to begin a new life.

They may sound odd, but one of my biggest adjustments was grocery shopping. My wife had had a couple food allergies. I had liked the items she could not have, but I didn’t bring them into the house out of respect for her allergies, and to avoid rubbing it into her face that I could have them when she couldn’t. On one of my first shopping trips, I started to pass by one of her no-nos, then stopped. I could have that now, so I bought it. It was one of my early guilty pleasures.

Spousal estates are supposed to be simple to settle. That’s a big myth. I had to notify Social Security of her passing. Her name had to be removed from the bank accounts. Her cell phone had to be shut off. Her health and dental insurance had to be cancelled. Almost every office wanted an original death certificate. I went through ten at thirty dollars each.

My visits to Rosy Palm and her five daughters provided some relief. Those visits gradually became less frequent. Baby oil and petroleum jelly provided lubrication, but they were no substitutes for a tight, wet pussy.

Eventually I tried meeting some new women. I checked out the singles’ groups, but their members were not in my age range. My attendance at meetings was not rejected out right, but definitely not encouraged. Most of the women were divorced. The few people I talked with said they mostly talked about how terrible their exes were. After 48 years of wedded bliss, I didn’t need that.

One afternoon when I was checking my email, I received a message from a dating website. Horny women would contact me, it said. Signing up would be free. All I had to do was post a profile, and I would be propositioned by single women, divorcees, and cheating wives. What did I have to lose? Certainly not my virginity. That ship had sailed decades ago.

I signed on to fill out a profile. The first part was easy: a screen name, my age, a physical description. Then came the hard part. What kind of relationship was I looking for? Did I want to something long-term possibly leading to marriage? I hadn’t given any thought to remarrying, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. A single woman would probably want a man with that inclination. Perhaps a friend with benefits. An affair with a married woman. It might be fun to cuckold some guy behind his back, especially if his wife preferred me to him in bed. Her marriage would keep her from wanting to tie me down. What about a one-night stand? A prostitute would fill that niche. Why sign up at all? I finally entered that I was looking for someone between the ages of thirty and sixty-five and with no preference for type of relationship. What might work with one woman might not work with another. I attached a recent portrait because the site said it would generate more replies.

An hour later I had received twenty emails. All had photos attached. Three of the women were fully dressed in party attire showing strong legs. Two were completely naked and spreading their pussies with their fingers. A few showed their breasts, and the others were fully nude but tastefully posed. The list included wives looking for affairs, single women looking for husbands, and some who wished to date and see where things went. One was outside my desire age range. She was only eighteen. I started to erase her message but stopped to look at her picture again. She was completely naked. Her breasts were firm B-cups. Her pose was relaxed. What I noticed most was her smile. She made no attempt to be sexy. She simply was happy. Her name was Nancy.

I drafted a reply complimenting her on her looks and gently pointing out that not only was she outside my desired age range, but that I was also old enough to be her grandfather. When I clicked the send button, I learned why signing up was free. Sending messages was expensive. The introductory package was ten messages for twenty-five dollars. Other packages brought the per message cost down escort bostancı to a dollar, but it was priced at three hundred dollars for three hundred messages. I opted for the introductory package not expecting to continue my membership for very long.

Fifteen minutes after clicking on send, I received a reply. “Hi, Matt, I’m Nancy. Thank you for responding to my email. I realize I am much younger than your specified age range. I was very afraid you would consider me too young and not bother to reply. Your profile struck a chord with me that I really can’t describe. Unlike other men who have emailed me, you were the politest. Younger men want to get me into bed on a first date. Even though you were trying to discourage me because of our age difference, you weren’t condescending or mean.

“I’m not looking for a long-term relationship or a husband. I’m eighteen. After I graduate from high school, my family is taking a vacation to Europe before I go to college. I will major in music and minor in education. That way if I don’t become rich and famous by singing, I can teach music.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. Guys my age seem to only be interested in sex. What I really want is a friend I can talk to, who will listen to me without judging, who will hold me and make me feel safe, who will care for me without stifling me. If I read your profile correctly, I think I’m describing you. Please be my friend.

“Nancy.”

Her words of desire for a romantic, yet platonic, relationship conflicted with the photo of her nude body. Was she as confused about what she wanted as I was? She acknowledged the gap in our ages but gave no sign as to whether it mattered to her. I was tempted to end the conversation, yet curiosity compelled me to write back: “You write well, and you are open your goals. Somehow, I wonder if you really understand what is at stake. You don’t want a committed relationship, yet you speak of the desirable attributes of commitment. On top of that you sent me a picture of your lovely body that awakens lust in me. Perhaps you should pursue a male peer whose needs are in tune with your own.

“Matt.”

“I guess it’s time for me to fess up. That picture was meant to make you horny. I want you to lust after me. This will probably make me look like a silly teenage girl. It’s call peer pressure. I’m still a virgin. Many of my friends are sexually active. They brag about having a man inside them, about sucking cocks, about having orgasms. I want to do those things. I want the same pleasure they are having.

“The ones that gave their cherries to their boyfriends complained about the guys’ ineptitude. They only wanted to stick their dicks into pussies. They didn’t care whether the girls were in pain. Others opted for older men who knew what they were doing. They were considerate of the girls and deflowered them gently. Sure, there was some pain; it’s part of being a girl.

“Matt, I want you to be my first. You’re sweet and caring and loving and kind and all the good things a man should be. I don’t care how old you are. Think about the girls you pleasured when you were young. You can do it again. I want you to teach me how to fuck a man. I want to give you the same pleasure that you will give me. I’m on the pill so you can cum inside me. I want to feel your man juices. After you’ve torn my hymen, you won’t have to see me again. Just fuck me! Please!

“Nancy.”

Nancy was right. I had no idea what to do the first time I bedded down with a girl. Fortunately, she was experienced and guided me through my first fuck. In my teenage excitement, I came very quickly. Even a half century later, I still remember her patience with me. Girls deserved the same patient treatment. Yet the fifty-four-year age gap did bother me. Chronologically she was a woman, but in my eyes, she was still a child. She was as desperate to be an adult as I had been at her age. The nude photo of her firm breasts and shaved pussy did excite me. I would have to shave too. “There is a lot more to ending your virginity than having your hymen torn. There is a learning curve to sex like any other skill, and sex is a skill. A proper setting is important. Your feelings and your lover’s must be considered. You will probably hold back initially because you expect it to be painful. Nature is unkind to human females in that respect. The pain will be brief, just a few minutes; however, it can’t be avoided. I would probably find the physical act enjoyable, but there is also an emotional factor. I have a granddaughter your age. I love her dearly, but I could never consider going to bed with her.

“Matt.”

“I understand where you are coming from. I wouldn’t sleep with my grandfathers, but you and I are not related. We could have a sex date. Lots of my friends do that. We could make it a business transaction. I’ll pay you fifty dollars to provide a service.

“Nancy.”

“I don’t think the fifty dollars would be appropriate.

“Matt.”

“Okay, I’ll make it a hundred.

“Nancy.”

I took a deep breath. She was not going escort bayan istanbul to be denied. I supposed deflowering a virgin could be considered a service. Maybe I should start a business. There would be the matter of marketing. I couldn’t run ads in the newspapers. “Okay. For legal reasons, I must see a photo ID confirming you are at least eighteen. I don’t want your parents to charge me with statutory rape. Let’s decide on where and when. I live alone so my house would work. Being retired, I’m basically available twenty-four/seven.

“Matt.”

The website would not allow us to exchange addresses or telephone numbers through it. We were able to set up a breakfast date at a nearby restaurant the following Saturday.

I was still wondering if I was doing the right thing when I arrived at nine a.m. The fifty-four-year age difference between us could never go away. I had made an agreement, and I find a way to convince myself to carry out my part of the bargain. When Nancy parked her car beside mine a minute later and got out of it, I became partially ready to proceed.

She was even prettier than in her profile. She wore knee-high, high heeled boots and a skirt that came down to mid-thigh. Her coat was appropriate for February. Once we were seated, we removed our coats. Her shirt was tucked tightly into her skirt. Although the fabric was opaque, her nipples were clearly outlined through it. After the server took our drink orders, she took her passport from her purse and handed it to me. She was indeed eighteen. A one-hundred-dollar bill was tucked inside it. I tucked the money into my shirt pocket and returned the document to her. Now there was no turning back. I had accepted her money. I was officially a gigolo.

After we ordered our meals, she leaned across the table toward me. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough for me to see the tops of her boobs. “Is it okay for me to be scared?” she asked quietly.

“Anything new is intimidating,” I said. “Your feelings are natural. If it helps, I’m nervous too. I haven’t had a new partner in fifty years. I’m praying I can please you.”

“Considering how kind you have been so far, I’m sure this will be a positive experience for both of us. I watched some porn movies on my computer, so I think I know what we will be doing. I did notice that many women kept their shoes on. Should I do that?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. Wear as much or as little that makes you comfortable. You might be interested in knowing my wife played the piano. I still have hers.”

“I should play for you. They make me play classical music in school. I like it okay, but I prefer the newer pieces. You probably wouldn’t care for them.”

“My wife was partial to Bach. I prefer Beethoven. When she was mad, I was treated to the 1812 Overture, but without the cannon. There were times she wished she had one.”

“I like you. It appears we have more in common than we suspected.”

Nancy followed me in her car to my house. As I closed the door, she asked, “What should we do first?”

“Let’s hang our coats up,” I said as I opened the closet door.

“Of course,” she said with a sheepish expression as she handed me her coat. She noticed the grand piano when we entered the living room. “May I?’ she asked.

“Be my guest,” I said.

She sat on the bench and opened the keyboard. She played a quick scale. “It’s even in tune. I want to play something for you.”

“The sheet music is in the bench.”

“That’s okay. I know a few by heart.” I recognized the piece at once. As I had done that last time I heard it, I sat beside her on the bench and put my arm around her waist just I had done every time my wife played Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Tears welled up as I recalled the many times she had played it for me. After about ten bars, Nancy heard me trying to stifle my emotions and stopped playing. “Am I playing the wrong number?”

“It’s the perfect one. I love the Moonlight. My wife played it for me all the time.”

“Matt, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“You couldn’t have known any more than I could have known it would be your choice. Please play it.”

She began again at the first measure. I closed my eyes and listened to the music. Gradually my tears ceased. The music calmed me, and I found the peace I so desperately needed. As she ended playing, Nancy turned to face me and saw my smile. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me softly. My free hand caressed her inner thigh beginning at her knee and slowly traveled up her leg under her skirt expecting to encounter panties, a thong, a G-string. No, there was a bare bald pussy. “You like?” she asked.

“Very much,” I said.

“I’m ready to go to the bedroom.”

We stretched out atop the bed covers facing each other. I brushed her cheek with the back of my fingers and gave her a brief kiss. She smiled, and we kissed again. “You are trying to get me to relax,” she said. “I appreciate that, but I’m still nervous. Maybe a little scared, but definitely nervous.”

“It’s called anticipation,” I said. “You know what’s escort beykoz coming, but you still wonder if are ready for it.”

“How do you know so much about being a girl?”

“It’s natural for everyone.” I kissed her again.

She placed her hand on my cheek and gazed into my eyes. This time she kissed me. My hand slid down her side. She giggled as I passed her waist. “I’m ticklish there.” My palm rested on her rump. I gave her a slight squeeze. “That feels nice.” My hand continued to the hemline of her skirt, then went underneath it and up her leg. She maintained eye contact with me as I caressed her warm flesh. Again she kissed me. “That feels even better. Is it okay if I do that to you?”

“I would love it.”

“Your pants are in the way.” I stood up long enough to completely undress, then returned to her side. “That’s much better.” She rubbed my bottom and gave it a squeeze. “I’ve never seen a naked man before. I’ve seen pictures, but they don’t compare to the real thing. I should be naked too.” She took off her shirt and skirt and struck a couple poses. “You did say I could keep my boots on?”

“If you so desire, yes. You look sexy with them on.”

She returned to the bed and pressed her chest against mine. My cock began to stir. “My nipples have never gotten hard before.” She ran her hand across my chest. “Yours are getting hard too.”

“That means we are becoming aroused.” I rolled her onto her back.

Slowly, softly, I kissed her cheeks, then her neck. Her eyes closed, and her breathing slowed. My fingertips drew circles around her nipples. Her breath became deeper. “That feels wonderful. You play my body like a violin.”

“This is only the first movement.” She gasped as I took a nipple between my lips and squeezed it. The other nipple soon received the same treatment. Her proud young breasts jutted upward as I smothered them with kisses. I attempted to kiss her ribs, but her ticklishness prevented me from doing so.

She looked down and saw my rigid cock sticking straight out. “The women in the movies put the men’s penises in their mouths. May I do that with yours?”

“Be my guest.” She kissed the tip a few times before placing the crown just inside her mouth. Her tongue touched my pee hole making me take a deep breath. She took another inch in, then another. Her head bobbed up and down as she strived to take my entire cock into her mouth. “Suck harder.” Her lips formed a seal around my shaft, and her lungs pulled on my dick. When I felt the urge to cum build in me, I had her lay on her back.

Starting at her knees, I kissed my way up her inner thighs toward her pussy. Her breathing slowed and deepened as I approached her slit with my mouth. It had opened a bit allowing my tongue to trace its folds from the lower end up to her clit. She gasped as my tongue touched it. A drop of moisture sparkled at the lower end as I licked her slit again. Her hands held my head as I continued to dine on her pussy lips and clit. Her panting became deep and rapid until her thighs clamped against my head. Her hips shook. When her body relaxed, she asked, “What happened?”

“You had an orgasm,” I said.

“I’ve never had one before. That’s amazing. It was so incredibly intense. I loved it. May I have another one?”

“You are going to have hundreds in your lifetime.”

“I meant now.”

“That can be arranged. I am going to use a different technique this time.” I crawled up atop her and rubbed my cock against her clit.

“Will doing that give me an orgasm?”

“This is the beginning.” I placed the tip of my cock just inside her pussy against her hymen. She tensed up as I touched the membrane.

“It’s that time, isn’t it?” I nodded my head. “It’s going to hurt. I knew it would, but I’m still scared.”

“I know this sounds silly, but it will hurt less if you can relax.”

“I can’t.” Her arms crossed over her chest in a protective pose. My fingertips lightly caressed her waist. She started to giggle. “Stop that.” I tickled her some more. “You know I’m ticklish.” Her giggles turned into laughter. “Please stop!” I felt her tension disappear and pushed my cock into her. “That hurts. It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! I don’t like it. I want to stay a virgin. Take it out.”

“Too late.” I laid still with my dick inside her. “The pain will go away.”

“Please take it out. It hurts too much.”

Slowly I withdrew from her vagina. I raised my hips. “Take a look.”

She glanced down at my cock. “You have blood on your penis.”

“It’s your blood.”

“How did it get there?”

“It’s from your hymen. You are no longer a virgin.”

Her eyes opened wide in astonishment. “Really?”

“Really. How is the pain now?”

“It’s going away.”

“I’m going to put it back in you. Tell me how it feels.” I slowly slid into her.

“It didn’t hurt. It feels strange. I guess it’s because it’s new.” I moved my shaft in and out of her. “Oooh, that feels good.” She pushed her pussy toward me as I pushed inward. We found a rhythm to our thrusts. Gradually our pace increased. She wrapped her legs around my waist. Her leather boots excited me even more as I thrust harder into her. Her screams told me she was approaching another climax. Her arms around my chest crushed her breasts against mine. “Yes! Yes!” Her vaginal muscles gripped my cock as I emptied my balls into her womb.

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I can’t believe I’m listening to my best friend’s heartbeat while I dance my fingertips over every part of him. We’re lying in the opposite direction we were last night. I don’t know how we ended up this way. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters right now. I feel satisfied for the first time in my life and will savor this feeling for as long as I can.

The night began when I heard a knock on the door. Realizing I was naked, I threw on pajama pants and a white tank top. I couldn’t be bothered searching through piles of moving boxes to find my underwear.

Reece was waiting at the door, looking cute, with his brown hair tucked under a beanie.

He was holding a box of ingredients.

‘What’s all that for?’ I asked.

‘I wanted your first night in your own place to be special,’ he replied, stepping inside and

pulling out a bag of corn chips.

‘Nachos!’ I yelled, overjoyed that he’d remembered my favorite meal.

I went to snatch the chips from him. Expecting it, he raised them above his head. We found ourselves in fits of laughter as he threw the bag of chips across the room. He pulled me closer, lifted me, and spun me around. While he held me, we both realized my shirt was coming up. He immediately put me down.

Silence followed.

Reece looked at me like he would pick me up and devour me. I’d seen him look at me

like this before. He’d looked at me like this when we went to the beach as teens. It had never lasted this long though. He’d always found a way to change the subject.

‘What movie do you want to watch?’ he asked, avoiding looking in my direction.

While I listed my ideas, I tried to stop thinking about his hands all over me but it was

hopeless when I saw how his eyes lingered on my lips while I spoke. I wanted him to keep looking at me like that. I wanted to tell him to rip my shirt off and do whatever he was thinking about. I couldn’t do that. We were just friends.

While we ate dinner on a mattress on the floor, I tried to push away the thought of our bodies pressed together. It was impossible. Remembering the way his eyes were undressing me in the doorway tempted me. I got wet when I thought about all the things he might want to do to me.

By the end of the meal, I’d decided it wasn’t worth pushing away these thoughts. Friends could have sex. Couldn’t they?

When the movie ended, I wrapped a blanket around myself and pretended to shiver.

Reece laughed. This wasn’t the first time I’d tried this little trick.

‘What? I’m cold,’ I lied.

‘Come here then,’ Reece rolled his eyes playfully. He put an arm out and motioned

towards his chest.

I lay my head on his chest and calmed to the gentle drum of his heart.

He wrapped his arm around me. His hand was higher than any other hug he’d given me.

It rested just escort tuzla on the cusp of where my breast began. My breathing intensified at the thought of his hand venturing to my nipple.

His hand stayed.

Rested gently on the edge.

Tempting me.

My legs lay at his side. I thought I’d be more comfortable with one of my legs wrapped around him. Well, to be honest, it wasn’t the comfort I was thinking about. I wanted to wrap my leg around him, rest my leg on his cock and feel his leg up against me. I needed to know what he was thinking about. I stopped myself, knowing that if I wrapped one of my legs around him, the other would follow and I’d be straddling him. I didn’t want to freak him out. It was too soon for any of that.

He sighed. The sound made my heart flutter.

‘You okay?’ I asked.

‘Yeah,’ he squeezed me like he never wanted to let go.

His hand teased as it slid down and rested on my side boob.

‘Whatcha thinking about?’ My heart raced as I waited for a response.

‘You and I…’ he hesitated. ‘…fighting over chips,’ I could hear his heart race and feel

the rise and fall of his chest quicken.

‘Why were you thinking about that?’ I asked, already knowing why.

Silence hung over us.

‘I thought I might kiss you,’ he confessed.

‘I thought you were going to do a lot more than kiss me!’ Before I could think, the words escaped.

He sat up.

Oh no, I’ve freaked him out now. This is why I should keep my thoughts to myself.

He straddled me, brushed my hair behind my ear, and leaned down.

‘Can I kiss you?’ he whispered.

‘Yes!’ I replied much louder than I had intended. Goosebumps rippled across my skin as the warmth of his breath tickled my earlobe.

He pulled away from my ear. Still straddling me, he closed his eyes and leaned forward to kiss me.

Finally. I thought.

Before he could reach my lips, I lifted my head to meet him.

He moaned in surprise as I pressed my lips against his.

‘Finally,’ he sighed, our lips still lightly touching.

I rested my head on the pillow and pulled him in close so that our lips were pressed together. As I grazed his lip with my teeth playfully, he kissed firmer.

He pulled away, looked me in the eyes, stroked a strand of hair behind my ear, and

pressed his hard cock against me. Even through both of our clothes, I could feel how hard he was.

A whimper escaped and he grinned. I couldn’t hold myself back. I sat up, pushed him down on the bed playfully and sat on him.

He reached up under my shirt and held my breasts in his hands. My nipples hardened.

While I unbuckled his belt, I thought about tasting him.

He shook his head and sat up.

‘No. Tonight is about you. Lay back down,’ he ordered. istanbul escort bayan He’d never spoken to me like this before. I’d never seen him this confident. He knew what he wanted and I loved it.

I couldn’t help but do as I was told.

I wanted him to tie me up, roll me over, and fuck me. I thought about all the times I had dreamt about him doing that to me.

He did something even better.

He pulled my pants down to see that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He was looking at me the same way he was earlier.

‘I could get used to this view,’ he lowered his head.

My breath deepened and my clit throbbed beneath him.

He kissed my thighs gently at first. Then, he bit and sucked the flesh causing pleasure to radiate from my clit and wash over my entire body. He kissed higher up my thighs until his tongue was stoking my clit. His hot breath on my clit made me writhe beneath him. He licked firmer. I couldn’t stop my legs from moving as he sucked.

As he circled his tongue around, I had to move my hips slightly so that I wouldn’t cum before he was inside me. I wanted to squeeze my pussy around his dick while I came. I needed to feel it inside me. I was the wettest I had ever been.

I was ready for him.

I had never been this close to orgasm before. A few times on my own or with boyfriends, I had gotten close. Never this close. He made it feel so easy. He asked me what felt good. No one had asked me that before. He took his time. No one had ever taken their time before. I let go of my fears and lay back so I could soak it all in.

While he ate me out, he grabbed my breasts and dug his nails in a little like he was trying to hold himself back. He played with my nipples delicately and fluttered his fingers. Then, he flicked and played a little rough.

His tongue moved down, circled my entrance, and slid inside He raised his eyebrows when he felt how wet I was. I lost all control of my body and thrust my hips closer to him.

‘Ah…Reece?’ I managed mid-moan.

He slid his tongue out of me and looked up. I gasped, regretting asking and wanting his tongue inside me again. He sat up and leaned over me so we were face to face.

‘Fuck you taste good,’ his chin was saturated.

‘I want you inside me right now,’ I reached my hand down to feel his dick through his pants. Somehow it was harder and larger than it was before.

He stood up and took his belt off slowly while he licked his lips.

I slipped my shirt off and watched his smile grow. I spread my legs. Seeing this, he

ripped his pants off and dropped to the ground, pushing his cock against my clit. There was no way I was going to go to sleep tonight without having had his dick inside of me.

He kissed my nipple while he slid his dick back and forth between my pussy lips, escort erenköy rubbing my clit. My body was warm all over. I threw my head back.

He was leaning over me with his arms pressed firmly against the mattress as he slid back and forth. His sleeves were rolled up from cooking. They were toned and his skin was soft. I caressed his arm and played with the buttons of his shirt until they were all undone. His skin was so smooth. I remembered all the times I had seen him shirtless in the past and wanted to touch him.

I didn’t have to just imagine anymore.

I sat up to start sliding my tongue across his chest. He grabbed my hair in his hands and pulled it gently before standing up and smiling down at me. I sighed in frustration. I wanted him so badly.

‘I’m coming back, I just have to get something from my bag,’ he assured me.

He came back with a condom and lube.

I smirked when I realized he might have been planning to have sex with me the whole time.

Before he put the condom on, he put the tip of his penis at my entrance, tempting me to wrap my legs around him and push him inside without anything on. When I went to wrap my legs around him, he pulled away and put the condom on.

He leaned down and kissed my earlobe. There were the goosebumps again.

‘Can I fuck you now?’ he whispered.

‘Yes,’ I said breathlessly. Before I knew it, I had rolled myself over onto all fours.

‘Oh my gosh. Did I already tell you that I could get used to this view?’ he whispered.

I gasped as he poured the lube on my butthole, and it dripped down to my vagina.

He slid in slowly.

‘ohh,’ I moaned. I would have cum right then and there if I didn’t hold myself back.

‘I’m only halfway,’ I could tell by his voice that he was so fucking happy with himself.

His movements were fast but gentle. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.

My pussy uncontrollably tightened around him. It relaxed and tightened again. Every time it tightened, I could feel how hard he was and an overwhelming pleasure coursed through my body.

He gripped one hand firmly on my waist and the other stroked down my side until two of his fingers were on my clit. He painted circles with his fingers. I closed my eyes and relished every second.

Pleasure cascaded through my entire body. My legs shook. I wanted that feeling to last forever. I clutched the bed sheets and backed into him so that he was even deeper inside me.

‘Oh!’ My pussy was dripping down my thigh. My body tingled all over and my knees

were so weak that I dropped onto my belly. He followed making sure he stayed inside me. I had never felt this good before. The warmth washed over me. I could have laid like that forever.

Every muscle in my body was rested. We lay still like that for a while, enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed together.

Eventually, he slid out of me.

‘What about you?’ I asked, breathlessly.

‘I told you that tonight was about you,’ he wrapped his arms around me as I nuzzled into his chest.

‘I could get used to this,’ I said as I stroked his chest.

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