Aylar: Ocak 2023

We reach an age, at our own pace, when retrospection, current events, and our personal timelines begin to clash. This is a difficult time to live through, for regrets and sorrow come out of hiding like destructive tsunami waves. Charting a steady course now is difficult. Yet we, I, got here as a traveler on the wrong road; and I am through with drowning. The right path exists. I have a duty, to myself, to find it.

“Fuck age. It’s just a number. It really is.” Nathan sounds supportive; I like that.

“That’s how I feel, Nathan; but I had some deep reservations about how someone else would react…or no one.” It’s our first phone conversation. He asked for this right after responding to my gay singles dating profile. Said he did not want to waste time in waiting to hear my voice. Now time is ticking as I wait for his response.

“I bit. One’s enough, right?!” I let out an uncontrolled chuckle. “The only reservation I have with you is for dinner on me this Saturday at seven. Good?” Smiling translates into the voice. I hope he notices in my reply.

“Yes. Good. Text me the details, please. Thank you, Nathan.”

“For what?

“For being real.”

After a few more sentences, we break off the chat. I am euphoric. Settle down, Michael. Although I have only made failed attempts at connection along the way…this may or may not be different, right? But it sure is nice to feel wanted! I have three days to think about all of this before our first face-to-face meeting. Let’s get busy!

“It looks good on you.” Salesmen. To trust or not to trust, that is the question. I should have brought my friend Linda with me.

“Thanks. I’ll be back this afternoon.”

“It sounds promising, Michael. how old is he?” Linda knows I am gay. We had been friends forever before she started to make suggestive advances a few months ago. I finally knew it was time to come out to her, for her sake and for mine. She took it well – told me she assumed…but did not want to pry. Linda is a good egg; old fashioned with a modern twist. I trust her friendship completely.

“Sixty eight. Six years younger than me. Am I robbing the cradle, Lin?” Laughter.

“Absolutely. Go for it.” Billy Joel sang about Linda in ‘Only The Good Die Young’. I mean that in a good way. She was married once. A real progressive lady.

“I wish I had your confidence.”

“You do. You just need to believe it.”

Part 2 –

Linda helped me pick out an outfit for Saturday. Her own ‘look’ is conservative. I valued that. No way did I want to look like I was trying too hard. So the slacks are tight in all the right places – I do have a nicely rounded ass – but no stretch fabric, or skin-tight legs. We chose a window pane dress shirt, my favorite, in a tailored cut. Traditional cuts are just too sloppy looking for my build.

“Michael. I would be glowing if you were my date dressed like this.”

“Thanks, Lin.” We share a ‘hug of friendship’, and I’m off to work on…other things.

Self-confidence left me completely, at too young an age. It was crushed by a PTSD type experience that I could not correctly process at the time. My ability to feel accepted, loved, and ‘good-enough’ never had a chance to develop properly. I do not want that to come across when I meet Nathan. I did not lie about my age in my online profile, but I also did not include everything about my mental state…my life-long disabilities. We’ll see how this goes.

“Real leather dress shoes. He must be something.” David is my go-to guy for shoes. I’m usually in Sketchers.

“Don’t know yet, D. First date.” He puts on a faux astonished grin.

“Oh…Okay. Details. Remember everything.” I nod.

The mirror does not lie. I (think I) look good. My young-at-heart attitude, at least around others, istanbul travesti has gifted me with a rather ageless, for my age, physical appearance – if that makes any sense to you. My face is without major wrinkles. My body has its issues…but my posture, gait, muscle tone and overall appearance is that of a much younger man. No judgements.

“Michael. You look great! We have a table in the corner.” Nathan and I just shared a bro hug, which we had earlier agreed to, so as not to feel awkward about what to do at first meet. Observations: he has a mustache, which I adore on a man. He does not color it or his hair, which is salt and pepper alluring. (My hair keeps its ‘natural’ color with the help of a monthly box from Garnier) He is just a tad shorter than me – an inch or so. Good. I am most comfortable around men who are either my height or shorter. He and I both fill out our look nicely – no overhanging bellies (no judgements). I have lusted for quite a few ‘large’ men in my day… unfortunately never had the opportunity to be bedded by one. I have only been bedded by – one man – ever.

“Really? Sorry.” We agreed to talk openly. His hand is on mine. Here come my issues. “So I’m dating a…near virgin?” He is laughing, politely.” I am with him – not feeling rejected, or humiliated in any way.

“I know where things go, Nathan. And I have my preferences.”

“Tell me.”

“You, for starters. You tick off all my boxes. Polite, cheerful, hot to look at…”

“You too.” Well. THAT’S a confidence builder. I just need someone to believe in me, so I can push past my tendency to not believe in myself. It’s called confirmation. I have yet to give that to myself. I still need it from others.

“You don’t believe me?” Oh, God. This is perceptive one.

“I do. Please say it often.” And so the rest of our first date was very pleasant. Nathan held nothing back. Neither did I. All questions were answered in good faith. Neither one of us was uncomfortable in any way. It is very true that it is easy to be open and truthful with a relative stranger…a new friend…a potential lover.

“Tomorrow night at my place.” He looks confident. It’s not a command. More like a done deal request.

“Absolutely.”

PART 3 –

“Linda. It’s me. I’m going to his place tomorrow night. What should I wear?”

“As little as possible, sweetie.” Laughter from both of us.

I do take her advice. I’ve got on my skimpiest bikini briefs – white ones to show what I’ve got to best effect. Jeans and a light pullover. And I tossed an overnight bag into my car – just in case. Nathan and I touched on ‘timing’ for new daters. We both agreed that when it’s right it will happen, and we should let it. BTW…I have not eaten all day. I did shower. I douched. I am ready for ‘it’s right, right now!’

“Come on in. I have everything ready…almost.”

“Can I help?” His place is really nice. Like really, as in lots of money nice.

“Sure. Pour the wine you brought. Glasses are on the table.” Nathan has on a kitchen apron. Under that, he is dressed pretty much as I am. Did he talk with Linda?

“There. Now we won’t starve.”

“It all looks wonderful, Nathan. I’m dating a chef!” He has that look in his eyes. There is heat at this table; and it is not coming only from the food. We clink glasses and take a sip. He is on his feet; with his hand outstretched to mine.

“Let’s have an appetizer, Michael.”

I would love for you to feel this kiss. With his hands cupping my head in a gentle embrace, I feel supported; and not a bit controlled. His lips are lightly grazing mine. Sometimes I like to imagine myself being devoured by a lover; helplessly accepting each and every manifestation of his ravenous desire. I suppose that could be fun. But istanbul travestileri this, this is real and it is wonderful beyond belief.

“I’ve hoped to find my very own life partner, Michael. You are by far the best candidate yet. No one has even come close.” Life partner? Has the Universe heard my cries and pleas? Is this really the man for me?

“Oh, Nathan. How I’ve longed…” With his tongue slowly moving onto mine, it seems we have done enough talking for a while. I can taste his tastes of dinner in his mouth; and for a brief second wonder when we will eat. What a thing to think of at a time like this!

“Dinner can wait?” I nod. Confirmation of our connections on so many levels is already certain. There is one important one remaining. We both know it is time.

Part 4 –

Like he is politely unwrapping a present, Nathan has pulled my shirt over my upstretched arms, sighed at my hairy pits, and has begun kissing my neck. He is starting to make love to me, and I am all in.

“ohhh.” The barest whisper escapes my throat and he responds.

“Can I fuck you?” I nod. During the flurry of undressing that is going on, we manage to lock lips three more times. At each stage I marvel to myself at the beauty of the man who will soon make me his. Nathan has the gracefully aged body of an athlete. Every part of him excites me completely. The visuals are combining with a scent that is unimaginably powerful on my senses. I feel flooded with him in a way that cries out for more.

“Your body excites me, Nathan.” He is pulling down my white bikini briefs.

“And yours is a feast for my eyes…the one I will feast on tonight!” Dropping to his knees, Nathan has me at his lips. Oh! This first touch of him to my flesh sends a massive shiver down my spine. I call this my ‘sex messenger’. It is what happens when my mind and body reach a certain tipping point during masturbation. It feels amazing; and primes me for what is to come. “Are you ready?”

“Completely.”

He is running his fingers over me – everywhere – with a light touch usually reserved for a newborn. It kind of tickles. I can’t help moving a bit; and my breathing is ragged. “I love touching you like this, Michael. Your body is…do you have a picture in one of your closets?” I know the reference, and we both laugh. My arms are reaching for him, and I pull him close as we kiss with the kind of passion I almost gave up on.

“Yes I do. And I have fangs to pierce you and make you cave to my will.” Nathan is stronger than me. He still has the dense work muscle of his youth. I am now hoisted in a seated position, my arms around his shoulders.

“That is my job tonight, lover.” With that I am placed on his bed, covered by his warm body, and I am feeling his teeth and mouth mark me on the neck. How many times can I swoon in one night?

“Let me go down on you.” He wriggles onto his back and spreads his legs for good access. I am a lick-kisser. With his neck and nipples sufficiently licked and kissed, I am headed south in kind of a hurry. I have seven and a half inches of beautiful manhood to play with. He is perfectly cut, perfectly hard, and perfectly delicious!

“OH. Oh, yes. Don’t stop.” Why would I stop? He is going to get edged until he begs me to let him cum. “Mi…Michael…I…” I know he is close. I can tell, so let the edging begin! Just enough so he has time to penetrate, please and plaster my insides with his cream.

“God, Michael, where did you…” It’s been twenty minutes, and Nathan has leaked a little four times; yet I have managed to squelch each rise of his impending orgasm. He has to beg me to stop before I will do so.

“Porn. Now you be sure and tell me when you can’t take anymore. I still want you inside of me tonight, Nath…..”

“Now!” travesti istanbul I just got flipped onto my back. Good thing his erection is very much wet at this point, because he is pushing at my entrance without added lube. Missionary is my favorite. I love seeing my man as he takes my body; as he moves closer and I feel the heat of his cock press against me. I memorize every determined muscular contraction, every grunt, every balletic move he is making. He is sliding into me with ease.

“Fuck me good. Make me scream your name.” With this first bottoming out inside of my chute, Nathan is breathing with an open mouth. He has a dazed look on his face. He is holding still inside of me…and I love the fullness that he brings. I may have taken him too far, because he looks as if one thrust will cause him to nut.

“I am sorry, Michael.” He is breathless. “I can…I can’t…”

“It’s GOOD!. Oh, God it’s GOOD. Cum inside me, Nathan. Please. Cum inside me…NOW!!!

“AAHHHH. AAHHHH. AAHHHH.” Oh the beautiful tortured look of a hunk in heat blowing his load. “UUHHNNN. UUHHNNN. UUHHNNN.” And now for the collapse.

Fully flattened onto my torso, yet still deep inside of me, Nathan and I are sticking together like two boards with glue in between us. The glue is the super big load that I shot while he was filling my rectum with his hot seed.

“You okay, lover?” He gives me a grunt. I love this time of sex play. Nathan has taken my body as his, and given up his body to me in the bargain. He really is a keeper.

“We should clean up before dinner.” But he hasn’t moved a muscle yet. He is savoring this moment as much as I am. “You are a keeper, Mr. Michael – a real fucking hot keeper!” Thank you, Universe.

Part 5 –

Our shower together is wonderful. As we go about soaping each other, the massaging feels great. Now that we have been intimate, I just want his hands to own me…and he seems to feel the same about me. No area is off limits. His finger has been probing my hole for a few minutes now.

“Your hole is so tight, Michael. I will have a hard time thinking of anything else for the next week.”

“Get it nice and clean for me, lover. It’s yours now, and I’ll make sure it stays at the ready for you.” He is behind me with my back leaning onto his chest; and his other hand is holding me at my waist. I get the feeling he has recovered.

“Round two?” He silently slips his soap covered phallus inside of me.

“Yes. Oh, yes. Take me again, Nathan. Please.” This time Nathan is able to last a lot longer inside of me. I luxuriate at the sensations his cock provides to my channel and to my prostate. He is sliding in and out with a slow piston tempo. Oh how hard my own cock is becoming. He is slowly fisting me in time with his thrusts. I am feeling what cum remains in me start to move and gurgle through my plumbing. “Fuck this is nice. This is….Oh, Nathan. This is…FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” My second load is splattering on the tiles of his shower walls. My ass muscles are involuntarily spasming around the thick cock inside of me.

“Yeah. That’s it. Oh, yeah, cum for me. I want to be the one to make you cum. To make you…to give you…to…” His grip on me is suddenly like a vise. “ANGH.” The sound is shrill and high pitched. “OUAHHH. OH. AAAAANGH!”

“You took the words right out of my mouth. You done cum-dumping into me yet?”

His face is nuzzling my shoulder and neck. It must be too soon for words.

“Mm hm.” Confirmation.

“Let’s eat!”

Our dinner is cold. We do not care. We sit together on the couch, and feed each other bits and pieces a what was once a meticulously prepared meal. It still tastes amazing to us. We talk about our lives. We talk about our possibilities together. We drink our wine, slide crème brulee into our bellies, and sleep the night away spooning each other. I have waited all my life to find a man like Nathan to spend my life with. He feels the same way about me. Now we are together. What more could we ask for? We will not ask again.

Mike—

Me: “Hey, any plans this Friday night?”

Lance: Fri — Studying. Then head to Cabazon Outlets with some besties. Why? Want a date?

Me: Ha…Hah…Funny…Funny.

Me: Scott and I want to see if you could make it to our wine party. Just a small one…at our house. But school first. Maybe some other time.

Lance: Fuck school. I’m all in! What should I bring? I prefer beer; wine is cool. :-P.

Me: LOL. Just bring yourself here. We’ll have tons of food.

Me: We want our guests to stay overnight so dress casually.

Lance: Oh, is that your plan trying to seduce me while I’m drunk? ;-P.

Me: Ha! Ha! Good one. We don’t want you guys to face DUI.

Me: Alright! See you then.

Lance—

“Fuck! Mike is inviting me to his party. Oh…how I wish to suck on that thick pole…then witness that same rod impaling my tight little hole. He’s married, but that makes things hotter.”

I continue daydreaming, “Kiss me please, and hold me tightly. Be my boyfriend forever and divorce your husband.”

I originally just wanted to flirt with Mike to kill time after becoming single. I’m starting to like this man a lot the more I get to know him. He’s such a gentleman for putting up with that putz.

“Hey guys! Something comes up…can’t go to the outlet on Friday. Sorry. TTYL.” I text the group.

Scott—

“Hey…take a look at this,” Jase is trying to show me something on his phone while I’m driving him to my place.

“I’m driving, hello!” I warn him but glance at it anyway.

“He is kind of cute. Who’s that?” I inquire.

“A new employee at my workplace.”

“You took his photo?! Slut! Did he know that?” I’m curious.

“Nope.”

Jase likes young hot hunks; therefore, he and I are just BFFs.

“You can invite him if you want to. What’s his name?” I tease.

“Rob. I wish. Hmmm…I don’t really know him, but he’s hot, isn’t he?” Jase is having a daydream.

“What about that white dude you told me the other day?”

“Tim? He’s just a friend, well…sort of. Anyway…Rob’s cubicle is right next to mine. I hope one day…” Jase flashes a mischievous grin.

“Well…I can’t wait to see you settle down with…you know…a nice guy who loves you. Now…will you please text Paul and see if he has left the house?” I ask Jase.

“Already at your house. Others are too.” Jase replies.

The party starts.

“Those wings look very delicious. You should try both flavors,” Julia, the wife of Tom, who is Mike’s friend, suggests while seeing Lance having difficulty with choosing.

“Oh…hmmm…Am I in your way?” Lance startles.

“No. You are fine. I don’t believe we have met.”

“Julia…That’s Lance…Rose’s friend,” Tom speaks as he walks toward them.

“He was at my birthday party.”

“Oh…I apologize…we couldn’t make it. Did you enjoy the indoor skydiving pass we sent you?” Julia asks.

“Oh yeah! Thanks! We haven’t used it yet. I’m sure it will be fun…just waiting for Scott…”

“Is someone talking behind my back?” I join the conversation.

“Hey you! looking good as usual,” Julia complements me.

“The skydiving pass,” Mike reminds me.

“Oh yeah…we will…soon…” I smile and wrap my right arm around Mike’s waist hoping to make Lance jealous.

“So…Lance…I suppose you’re in college?” Julia switches the topic.

“Yub. 1 more year to go! Keep my finger crossed.”

“What’s your major?”

“Well…business with an emphasis in marketing. I’m not sure though…really. It’s kind of hard to find a job in marketing nowadays.”

“Heh, Mike! That’s your field, right? Maybe you can help this young man out.” Julia now directs her question at Mike.

“No! Mike is in finance. He can’t help Lance.” I quickly interject even without being asked.

“Actually…I might switch to accounting or finance…more career opportunities…you know,” Lance fires back.

“Well…He’s very busy with his work,” I try to make a comeback.

“Well…finance ok, but accounting…eh,” Mike speaks genuinely.

“Good! You can be my tutor. We can do that in your office while Scott is at work. No back out.” Lance teases.

Mike’s comment is just a matter of fact, somehow, I feel embarrassed and pissed. He is supposed to go along with me. I’m his spouse. I can’t stand that grin on Lance’s face when he just witnessed Mike inadvertently defended him again.

“Well…maybe I should go into nursing…just kidding…can’t stand the hospital smell.” Julia and Mike are laughing with Lance.

Lance continues, “In all seriousness…I really admire nurses like Scott…you know…for taking care of us…it’s a noble thing.”

What’s his fucking motive here? Why suddenly praising me–I’m thinking.

The conversation ends a few minutes later.

While at the party, Jase cannot wait to show everyone Rob.

“Oh my! He’s a cutie pie. Have you guys…you know…humped?” Lance cuts to the chase.

“No! Dude…I barely know him…I guess? not even sure if he’s…you know…gay,” istanbul travesti Jase blushes.

“Here’s what you should do…carry with you some chewing gum at all times.” Everybody is looking at Lance confused.

“Wait! Here me out now. You will never know if he’s going to approach you and start chatting. That gum will save your day if you happen to…let’s just say have some garlic bread after lunch. And…and…just in case if you’re nervous…you know…with nothing good to say, you can always offer him a piece of your gum. He’ll thank you even if he doesn’t want it. A good way to break the ice, eh.”

“You have a point there,” Jase agrees.

“And…I’m not done…try to accidentally scratch your ass. If he’s into guys, you will know. Trust me,” Lance jokes. We all laugh.

Everybody is enjoying Lance’s company including me–sort of. At this moment, I don’t really hate him per se, but I don’t like him either. I guess I just want to be vigilant about his motives.

The party is going well. Even though it is a wine party, most of us choose beer and hard liquor instead.

At one point, somebody taps on my back, “Hey…sorry…you got any more ice?”

“Sure! Follow me.” We both head to the fridge.

“Shit! I’m so sorry…Can you wait for a bit? I’ll ask Mike to go get some,” I suggest.

Mike is no where to be found. “Hey Tom, hve you seen Mike?”

“Try the backyard patio lounge. He was with Jen there.”

Jen is one of my cousins.

That’s not my cousin! Sitting on the longue are Mike and Lance. I’m not sure what is going on, but right in front of my face is lance having his right back palm rested on my husband’s left thigh–inches away from his crotch. Mike is rubbing his fingers on Lance’s index finger trying to pinch something.

“Is everything alright?’ I startle them but not enough for the hands to retreat.

“He got some splinter on his finger,” Mike utters nonchalantly. “How does this feel?” Mike continues rubbing Lances finger.

“Ouch!” Lance screams using his other hand squeezing one of my husband’s biceps. Did I just witness Mike flexing his bicep muscle in response to Lance’s squeeze? Did I just see the injured hand inadvertently brush my husband’s crotch when it jerked? I must have had a little too much alcohol.

I’m just standing there observing the couple fucking with their fingers.

“Yes?” Mike asks.

“Oh…ice….we’re out of ice. I was just going to ask if you could drop by a store…”

“Later baby…busy right now,” Mike causally replies without even looking at me.

“It’s alright…I’ll take care of it.”

“Oh…before you go…get me a tweezer in the bathroom, will you?” It sounds like Mike’s command as opposed to his request.

“Alright.” As I start turning around, I take one last glance at the hand on my husband’ thigh to see that it’s still there–so close to his crotch.

Breathe and go ask someone else. Don’t be a jealous prick. You’re drunk. You can’t drive. I talk to myself.

I’m a social drinker, but tonight I’ve been downing quite a bit of beer — I guess I’m trying to suppress my nervousness and tension.

Most partygoers are starting to leave at around 8 P.M., contrary to our plan for them stay overnight. Julia and Tom are the first to go citing the need to check on their kids. I know Paul is not staying long so he has his brother come and pick him up. Jase is supposed to be sleeping over, but he bails out and leaves with Paul. By 10 P.M., most people are gone except for Rose, Lance, Mike, and me. We are still drinking and watching some late-night TV shows. I’m so inebriated that at one point I start puking in our living room creating a fucking mess. My head is exhaustingly pounding.

“It’s okay uncle. Why don’t you take Scott to rest? I’ll clean up,” Rose volunteers.

“Yeah, we’ll take care of it,” Lance agrees.

Mike—

“Shit, Scott!” My husband pukes on my polo shirt, and the vomit gets on my jeans as well while I’m trying to escort him to our bedroom.

“Are you alright? Let’s walk slowly. Here…this way,” I’m leading him to the bathroom downstairs instead, just in case if he needs to puke again. After giving Scott’s face a gentle wash, I slowly direct him to our bedroom upstairs.

“Hold on honey. Here…lay down,” I’m trying to make Scott feel as comfortable as possible.

“So sorry about the puke,” the inebriated Scott murmurs.

“It’s fine. You…okay?”

Scott says nothing.

“Just stay still. I’m here. I’ll get you some warm water.”

Scott has already dozed off when I return with the water. I place the glass on top of a cabinet then head to our en-suite bathroom trying to remove the stains from my clothes. The shirt is fucking smelly, so I decide to change into something more comfortable–gray sweats and a white sleeveless t-shirt. I’m staying with Scott for about 10 minutes just to make sure he is stable before returning to the living room.

“How’s is Scott?” Rose asks me.

“He’s asleep now.”

“Wait you have something istanbul travestileri on your sweatpants,” Lance utters as he extends his right hand out trying to remove it from my crotch. In doing so, he mindlessly touches the tip of my limp cock hidden in the sweats.

“Shit! I must have got that puke on when I changed the clothes.”

Lance passes me some napkins before excusing himself to the kitchen to rinse his hands.

“Ok guys…I’m going to call it a night.” Rose announces then makes a bee line for one of the guest rooms.

“Well…now just us two left. You…want to call it a night?” I ask Lance.

“Hmmm…isn’t it a bit too early? Even my mom stays up later than that,” Lance jokes. “Unless…you want to go in there and disturb your husband who’s trying to rest and recover?”

Having to know Lance for a short period of time, I’ve come to realize that he’s very witty, which I adore and respect.

“You’ve got a point. Yeah, let’s just watch some TV and chilled. Go get a few Coronas and some lime, will you?”

“Yes, Sir!” Lance hurries to the kitchen as I walk back to the living room. My cock twitches very slightly upon hearing the word “sir.”

I take the longest piece of the couch while Lance is sitting on one of the 2 smaller pieces adjacent to me. We resume drinking and watching some boring TV shows. We waste away for what seems to be almost 2 hours, then we switch to a flick when there’s nothing else on but informercials.

It’s about 2 A.M now, and I’m starting to doze off partly due to the alcohol. I feel a hand touching my shoulder.

“Mike…Mike,” Lance is trying to wake me up. “You want to turn in?”

“Let’s finish the movie. Can you get me another beer?” I say to Lance.

Lance comes back with 2 beers and place them on the coffee table. Instead of returning to his original seat, he is now resting right next to me.

We continue watching the flick in silence.

10 minutes later, my arms are starting to experience poor blood circulation, so I give them a good stretch then lay them flat on the upper frame of the couch. What happens next startles me–Lance scoops closer toward me and rest his head on my left shoulder!

“What are you doing?” I ask.

He just stares at me for a few seconds and whispers, “Is it ok?”

“No,” I’m mumbling but not pushing him away, nevertheless. I stay quiet, so Lance takes that as my approval. We continue sitting in that position for a bit longer.

The movie switches to a kissing scene.

Out of nowhere, Lance breaks the silence and whispers, “Those two are so romantic.”

I say nothing so Lance continues, “I like the smell of your hairy pits.”

This is getting weird, but I keep quiet. We continue watching the movie in silence.

About 5 minutes later, I sense a hand resting on my left thigh. Instinctively, I gaze down at Lance, whose head is still on my shoulder with his eyes focusing on the flick. His hand is starting to give my thigh a very subtle pinch. That eventually turns into a light rub. With my drunken state and a lack of sex recently, I say nothing but just stare at the TV mindlessly. Lance seemingly infers my quietness as my acceptance again; thus, he boldly persists squeezing my thigh with more pressure this time. In no time, he is slowly moving the hand further toward my crotch. Before I know it, his entire hand is now resting on my soft, warm groin.

“I’m married,” I remind him hoping to quell this forbidden sexual maneuver of his.

No word is coming out of Lance’s mouth as he is gently squeezing my groin.

“I love Scott, and…and…he’s upstairs.”

Again, Lance stays quiet.

“I can’t do this…” I try again.

Lance just ignores my gibberish and proceeds rubbing up and down on the confined outline of my growing penis.

“AWWW…” I close my eyes and moan. “Don’t do this.”

Lance manipulates my shaft until it gets rigid, then he moves down to my balls gently fondling them. His caress emits this ASMR that I wish would prolong forever. The groping is so sensual–soft, slow yet firm–probably better than Scott. I’m so hard and leaking precum as evidenced by a wet stain on my sweatpants. Without asking, Lance reaches inside the sweats and slowly strokes my dick up and down creating a friction that causes another involuntary moan from me.

“Take my cock out,” I can’t no longer think straight.

Lance is happy to comply and soon positions himself comfortably on the floor against my hairy legs. Slowly he pulls down my sweatpants enough to expose the solid hairy shaft and those two large saggy balls.

“It’s hard and huge,” he drools.

The sound of his soft voice causes my eyes to open momentarily only to witness that Lance has already pulled down his pants to his ankles revealing a nice thick cock. It really bewilders me that certain skinny guys do have big dicks. I’m bigger than Lance, but he seems to rival me in the dick thickness department, and his penis is cut with a large dark purple cockhead. Unlike Scott, Lance does have a travesti istanbul nicely trimmed bush of pubes.

Lance—

I can’t believe this is actually happening–a handsome, married hunk is drunkenly sitting here at my disposal while his husband is in the other room helpless. Mike is hard to break, but that only intensifies my determination to get in his pants.

Soon he is lost in his sexual ecstasy. I start stroking him fiercely until he is about to cum then I slow down. I occasionally stop completely just so that he can relish the sensation of his throbbing dick caused by my masturbation mastery. I can see his cockhead start leaking some precum on the slit. Without hesitation, I delicately descend my face to his cock deeply inhaling the manly aroma of his essence. Sticking my tongue out, I leisurely sample the sweet musky juice.

“Awwwww…” Mike moans.

“You like that?” I continue seductively rubbing his cock and balls and gingerly blowing some air into his cockhead just before I devour his whole cock, cramming the last inch down my throat.

“Awwwww…” Another louder moan escapes from Mike.

At this moment, I’m the center of Mike’s universe. Nothing is relevant except for my seductive mouth greedily sucking on his knob. When I sense his imminent orgasm, I quickly and completely pull down my pants, turn around, and sit on his lap. Mike is so aroused that he starts ejaculating the moment his dick head lightly penetrates my asshole.

“Awwwww…” We both moans in unison.

I can feel his baby-making sperms splashing all over my pussy wall. Unable to sustain, I quickly get up and start jerking furiously. In no time, I burst cum all over his still-pulsing cock with some landed on his upper lip. Mike instinctively sticks his tongue out licking the cum clean while his eyes are closed.

Fuck! Mike is still hard. Seeing his erect cock drenched with both of our fluids, I scoot down and start jerking his cock, marinating his meat with our essence creating this wet sticky sound. It doesn’t take Mike long to reach another volcanic orgasm. Just then, Mike opens his eyes staring at me attentively witnessing my cleaning our semen off my fingers. Oh boy! We are in heaven.

Mike—

I usually cum a lot, but not this much and this thick. Seeing Lance licking his cum-filled fingers while staring at me prevents my dick from going soft even after 2 orgasms. I’m so horny that I might be able to go for another round, but guilt starts to kick in destroying the mood.

“I’m going to turn in. Good night.” I head to my bedroom feeling like shit for what I just did. As I lay next to Scott, the remorse starts to manifest in my head. “Why did you do it? You could have just fucking jerked off and be done. You let someone else jerk you and suck you. The tip of your cockhead penetrated his ass! You tasted his cum. What if Scott caught you? You need to come clean.” I don’t know how long this self-talk lasts, but the next thing I know is hearing Scott say, “Wake up sleepyhead. It’s 10 A.M.”

Scott—

Fuck, I must have been so wasted last night. This headache! Thank God Mike was there to take care of me. Heading to the kitchen I make myself a ginger tea. Mom says this will cure a hangover. Lance is sleeping in the sofa in the living room as I pass by him to the kitchen. Soon he is awakened by my task.

“Morning!” Lance surprises me.

“Hey, Morning! How was your sleep?”

“Good! Ouch,” Lance makes a weird pain sound while reaching his left hand to feel his ass.

Did something happen last night? Why did he just scratch his ass? Did Mike fuck him in our own home while I passed out? Calm! You have no proof. But, no wonder the living room is redolent of cum smell!

Lance continues, “And how about you? You were pretty wasted last night…you know.”

“Yeah…it must have been food poisoning combined with alcohol. I’m better now,” I reply.

“Good! I’m going to head out. You mind if I use the restroom really quick?”

“Sure,” I say.

While standing in the kitchen, I keep thinking, “Did they fuck? Mike will never do such a thing to hurt me. And, that whore is conniving. Don’t get hard! Calm.”

I just have to take a sneak peek at the trash bin to see if there is a condom wrapper. Nothing. Then I check the dirty clothes in our laundry basket. There’s a mix of puke and semen smells. It’s not unusual to smell cum in there as it could be from either one of us. I feel a bit relieved.

A little bit later, Rose takes off as well.

I make an extra cup of tea for Mike just in case if he needs it.

“Wake up sleepyhead. It’s 10 A.M.” I want our day to be productive.

“Hey…How are you feeling?” Mike asks.

“Like shit,” I reply. “But better now. Here…drink this. I’ll make you breakfast.”

“No breakfast just yet.”

“Ok but get out of bed!” I’m aware of my demanding tone, and I know Mike is trying to put up with me.

Mike enters the kitchen while I’m surfing the net watching some hot guys going live on a website I frequent. It’s not an affair or that sort of thing; it’s just my kink of spying on hot guys. I seldom chat with them; I’m just a spectator. Mike doesn’t know about it, but I suspect that he does the same thing too privately. Mike startles me, but I close the browser before his suspicion.

Based on a real-life incident from the late 1980s, when I was in grad school.

I’d decided to stick around the University for the summer, since I really wanted to finish my dissertation and get the hell out of the decrepit East Coast city I’d called home for nearly five years. It was another stiflingly hot day, the fourth in a row over 90, so I decided to seek refuge in the air-conditioned library where I could concentrate.

I had my walkman on and was reading some boring book when I felt a boner coming on. That wasn’t unusual; in those days I would beat off at least three times a day whether or not I had sex. I walked over to the men’s room, but it was closed for cleaning. I decided to make my way across the plaza to the student union building, where I could also get a post-orgasm snack.

The heat outside hit me like a heavy wet towel. I moved as quickly as I could, and the sensation of the fabric of my shorts rubbing against the head of my cock made me want to get to my destination even quicker.

I opted for the quieter bathroom on the second floor. The student union building hadn’t been remodeled like most of the other buildings on the campus, so air conditioning was pretty spotty, and was nonexistent in the bathrooms. I didn’t care. It wouldn’t take long for me to get off.

As I entered the bathroom, I was met with that unmistakable smell of piss, cigarette smoke, and a bleachy odor that didn’t come from any cleaning products. Nobody else was there, so I chose the end stall, stripped off my shirt and my shorts, and sat on the toilet. I read the new graffiti on the walls, and admired the dried cum drips on the partitions. As was my habit, I scraped off some of the dried cum with my fingernail and licked it off my finger. Pity there wasn’t anything fresh, or I would have licked that right off the wall. I’d done it before!

I heard the door to the bathroom open, and someone walked in. I stopped stroking myself, since I usually can’t suppress istanbul travesti a throaty moan when I came. I prayed that this guy would just be there to piss so I could get off and get the hell out of that stifling room.

No, he wasn’t there to piss. He sat down in the stall next to mine and lit up a cigarette. I peeked under the partition and noticed that he was wearing dress shoes and slacks, not the typical student attire of shorts and sandals. I was still peering under the partition when he stood up and faced the wall between us. I heard “psst” coming from above me and looked up to find him poking his head over the partition. “Can you give me a hand with something?”

“Sure,” I said, and I stood up, my still-hard cock jutting out before me. I heard him open the stall door, and I opened mine. He pushed it open and I found before me a very tall, handsome guy in his late twenties, with a bushy brown moustache and just a hint of five-o-clock shadow at one in the afternoon, His dress shirt was open about halfway, revealing a very furry chest. He hadn’t pulled up his pants before leaving his stall, so poking between the front tails of his dress shirt was a beautiful rock-hard cock, cut, with just a hint of precum at the tip.

I sat down on the toilet again and pulled him close to me. I gingerly licked the precum from his cock, then slowly ran my tongue around the head before taking it all in my mouth.

Damn was it nice! The head was fairly fat and flared, so there was a prominent crown to catch my lips on as I moved back and forth on his dick. I pushed my face deeply into his dense bush and felt his cock fill the front part of my mouth, not quite reaching my tonsils. I grabbed his butt; his buns were surprisingly smooth considering how hairy his chest and bush were, but they fit my hands perfectly.

We were both sweating from the stifling room. We heard the door to the bathroom open, and quickly stopped what we were doing. He leaned forward istanbul travestileri so his head wouldn’t be visible above the stall partitions. Fortunately, the visitor was only there to piss, and he was gone within a minute.

“Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” my handsome stranger said, bending over to pull up his pants and fasten his belt. He buttoned his shirt, opened the stall door, and stepped out so I could recover my t-shirt and shorts from the hook on the door. He was standing in front of the mirror when I made it out of the stall, and with a knowing look, he led the way out of the bathroom.

The second floor of the student union had a number of meeting and small seminar rooms, all of which were empty during the summer session. We found one that was unlocked and went in, closing the door behind us. I quickly stripped off my skimpy summer outfit while he unbuttoned and removed his shirt and dropped his slacks and boxers to the ground.

His erection had faded, and his cock had pretty much retreated into the thick brown bush. His balls were so hairy they were hard to see under all the fur. I started to get down on my knees, but he shook his head and silently turned me around and had me lean on the conference table. Next thing I knew I felt his bushy moustache between my asscheeks, as his tongue started circling my twitching hole. I’d never been rimmed before, and I thought I had died and gone to heaven!. He gently but insistently probed my hole with his tongue, gradually working his way pretty far in. I was entering a trance-like state.

Then, he turned me around again and took my still-hard cock in his mouth. My dick is a pretty good size, and I’d had problems with inexperienced guys going at it with too much enthusiasm and gagging, but this guy was a pro. He took my cock in to the hilt on the third stroke, held me still, and did something magical with his throat that almost made me cum right then and there. He knew better, and travesti istanbul he resumed a steady pace, applying just enough pressure to make the sensation almost unbearable.

He grabbed my balls with one hand and carefully pulled on them. Then he gently pushed his middle finger into my still-slick asshole. Since it was the height of the AIDS crisis, my ass had been off-limits to anyone but myself. To that point I’d never had my ass penetrated by anything but my own index finger, and I didn’t really like that a stranger was attempting to finger me. I flinched, but he persisted. Once I relaxed a little, he got the finger fully in my ass, which I found unexpectedly pleasurable. Then he hit my prostate and I saw stars. I nearly blacked out as I gushed load after load into his mouth. He pulled back and the last two shots hit him, one in his moustache, one on his hairy chest.

I barely noticed when he turned and spit my load of cum into the wastebasket behind him. I was still a bit woozy a minute or so later when, with a thumb and forefinger, he rubbed out a nice-sized creamy load onto the carpeted floor.

Without a word, he buttoned up his shirt, pulled up his boxers and slacks, and turned to leave. “Hold on,” I said, and he turned to face me again. The glob of my cum was starting to soak through his dress shirt, and the other glob was still in his moustache. I motioned for him to wipe his upper lip and he did with a finger. He looked at the jizz on his finger, stuck it in his mouth, and cleaned it right off. As for his shirt, well, there wasn’t much that could be done.

I cruised that bathroom as often as I could during my final year in school, but I never saw him again. I got lucky a few times, including getting to suck a load out of a chubby middle-aged hairy Italian custodian who’d just come to change the paper towels, but it was never like that steamy summer day.

I still beat off from time to time thinking of that guy, wishing I’d had the opportunity to explore him more, to delve into his furry pits, to search for his nipples under the hair on his chest; to eat his ass as he had eaten mine. To lay him down on that table and fuck him. To bend over the table again and have him fuck me. Gets me off every time.

While what I wrote as How Jessi became an owned slut was fiction and fantasy, it inspired me to do what I did below. (Forgive the slow start but I want to tell the whole story for my own sake)

Understand while I would not call myself a prude, I have never been a slut. At 48 (basically married for 20 of them) I’ve had three female partners, one male one night stand, and one regular hook up. While I have done some wild things with some of them, bondage, blindfold, spanking, I’ve never really let go. With my regular hookup I’ve played around with Crossdressing. But never tried to be passable. But over the last six months I’ve fooled around with makeup, heels, nail polish, and a few nice outfits.

Last night changed all that. I knew there was a party Friday night at the Red Barn in Berlin New Jersey, and T-girls and CD got in free. So, I kept myself horny all week and decided I was going to drive the hour down there and let myself have some fun. I went to work in a red lace thong to keep myself horny all day. I came home from work and immediately showered and shaved. As I am doing this my regular hookup, who due to mutual scheduling issues, we haven’t met in over a year, called, and said he was free tonight. I told him I was getting ready for a party and would send him a picture as soon as I was ready and could head to his place first if he liked what he saw.

After I shaved, I painted my fingernails Torch Red, put on a coat of foundation as I have a 5 o’clock shadow as I shave, open the blush I just bought and apply it for the first time, then finish off with True Red lipstick. I put on my breast forms to go from a nothing to a solid C cup and try on some of the new lingerie that I ordered. None of the bras went well with the breast forms. So, I went with just my basic black bra. Then I added a thong that barely qualified as underwear, If it rode up at all my package would come free, and the back was no thicker then a shoe string. I put on a pair of fancy looking fishnets with built in garters, then put on my black leather mini skits and a shear cream top that only covers my belly if I hike the skirt up high, so I hike the skirt up and I am now almost ready. For shoes I decide to go all out and put on my knee-high black leather boots with 5-inch stiletto heels. To finish off the look I put on a dirty blond wig that goes down to the middle of my back and cascades down the sides of my face.

I take a selfie and send it to my friend he replies, “Fun party, I’d hit that” and with that I head out the door and drive over to his place. He lets me in we small talk a little he tells me to spin around so he can get a good look. I make one request of him I ask him not to make me cum, because the only way I will go to the party is if I am crazy horny, otherwise I know I will chicken out.

He says “You look amazing, it’s just a shame I will have to mess up that lipstick. “

I laugh, “I have it in the car so I can touch it up.”

With that he pulls down his shorts and shows me his cock held out by a chrome cock ring. I drop to my knees right there and kiss the tip of his 6-inch circumcised cock. I lick my way around his head, then down and back up his shaft, then I take him all the way in as I deep throat him her tells me to look to the left, I comply and see that he is taking a video, so I look lustfully at the camera and make a show of bobbing up and down on his cock taking him all the way in each time. He pulls away and comes out with an audible pop. He orders me over to the couch where he sits down and I crawl between his legs and really go to town on his cock, eventually I focus on sucking on the head of his cock while jerking him off.

He moans, “oh you want to make me cum” I redouble my efforts stroking faster wanting my tasty reward. Soon he grunts and I feel him unload his seed in my mouth. I hold it there and when he tells me to stop, I pull off and show him my mouth and swallow. As I gently stroke him I notice a drop of cum on the tip of his cock and I lick it up.

I drive the hour to the Red Barn in Berlin istanbul travesti New Jersey. I pull into the parking lot and find a space right up front. I am nervous as I said earlier, I am not a prude but have only every sucked two cocks, if I go in I know that number (among other things) will grow. I took a Viagra about 30 minutes before I got here, so that I am horny and worked up in an effort to get me to follow through. As I have never gone anywhere dressed like this before and I can only imagine what will happen if I let it.

About 10 minutes pass and I fix my lipstick, as I am doing this a gentleman in a car slowly drives by and waves, I wave back, as he drives by and leaves. I lock my phone and wallet in the car, taking only my ID, a credit card, and the fob to get back in my car. I take a deep breath and open the car door fixing my leather skirt and pulling down my top. I walk to the door my blond wig blowing gently in the crisp autumn breeze, which also send a cold jolt up my skirt. I reach the door and I open it and maybe a new phase of my life. I turn the corner into the store part of red barn and see 2 men and two beautiful women. As I start to head to the door for the booth and theater area the beautiful hosting in a stunning pink dress says, “You can go right in honey”. (since I was dressed as Jessie I get in free, SIS men have a $10 cover charge)

I do my best to raise the pitch of my voice and say a soft girly “thank you” as I open the door. As I have never been here before I don’t know what to expect layout or atmosphere wise. As I cross the threshold, I am stuck by how dark it is, and I am entering in the middle of a long hallway lined with booths. When the door behind me closes the only light is from the TVs in the few open booths.

I look to my right then my left and a man says, “hello beautiful”, and I am struck with terror. So, I dart into the booth right in front of me. I shut the door and notice it doesn’t latch. I am now wondering if he is going to come down and join me ignoring the one person per booth sign. I see the screen and there is a hot young white guy on his knees sucking a big brown cock. I start to watch, and my nerves start to calm. Then I see light as the door to the hallway opens, then shuts and I hear footsteps. This repeats three more times, the third time is just as the cut young man is open mouth tongue out waiting for his reward. I stand up and open the door to see a blond woman in a black dress walk down the hall to my left (The right from when I came in). I follow her and she makes a few turns. And we are greeting from the light of an 80+ inch TV showing straight porn to a room of several benches. I walk down the hall to see what the other small theaters look like and stop at the second one which is empty and showing gay porn, I feel several sets of eyes on me, but everyone keeps a distance.

I sit down on the bench and a towering man (I’m 6 ft 225, and he had to be at least 6ft 5) stands in the entrance way. I am siting very tight, legs shut, arms resting on my legs the only way I could look more nervous is if I was shaking. I focus on the small TV and notice the small low to the ground chair to the side of the TV. All the while keeping an eye on this man out of the corner of my eye. He wonders on to another area and a new man move into the edge of the room. I start to let myself relax. I move my arms to my side resting my right hand on the bench next to me and open my legs a little to seem more inviting. I start to alternate watching the TV and the 5ft 9 man in jeans and a dark tee-shirt inch a little closer and fully enter the room. He starts to fiddle around with his crotch, and I just stop the pretext of watching the TV and just watch him. He notices and pulls out 4 inches of hardening cock and turns towards me. He steps closer and closer, eventually I reach up with my hand and take a hold of his cock. As I stroke him, he fills out to a good 6 maybe 6.5 inches, and while staring at this stranger’s cock in my hand I say “I’ve never been to a place like this is it ok if istanbul travestileri I suck your cock”

He says, in a tone that can only be described as said with a soft smile. “You can do whatever you want sexy.”

I take that as an invitation and kneel in front of him and slowly take him in my mouth. Then lick all around his cock to make him nice and wet. He moans and I see movement out of the corner of my eye. To my left I now see a shorter man standing with his cock out, while he was a little shorter, 5.5 to 6 he was thick. I take the man who I am sucking deep and feel his short curly hair on my nose, and when I come up the other man has stepped closer. I do what comes naturally for a slut on her knees and I reach out with my free hand and start to stroke him. My fingers don’t touch my thumb.

As I am sucking the first man and stoking the second, I see a third man just behind them watching. The first man who I am know stroking and sucking, tells me to go ahead and try the other cock, I keep stroking him and turn my attention to the second cock, I lick the tip to get the precum that was forming, and I let out a moan. I open wide and take him all in in one shot, moving my hands to play with his balls. He lets out an excited grunt and I touch my nose to his belly and hold myself there sucking till I gag. I then took turns sucking each of them. The first guy eventually pulled away and left I quickly focused on the second guy and noticed a new cock right near my face, so I took him in hand and stroked him while going to town on the second guy. He either came very little or leaked a lot of precum in my mouth and then zipped up and left.

So, I sat down in the little chair (my knees were hurting and focused on the third cock. He was longer he might have broken 7 inches, but he was nowhere near as thick. I took turns deep throating him to the point where I gaged and stroking him while sucking the top half of his cock. As I pull up for a quick breather, I notice a man standing by the wall with his cock out and another sitting on the bench naked stroking himself. I reach out for the new man standing next to me and stroke his 5-inch uncircumcised cock. While I do this the third cock pulls away and leaves the room, so I kneel in front of the fourth man and put my first uncircumcised cock in my mouth.

I had hoped he would grow larger, but he never did, though it made it easier to deep throat him. I suck on him like his cock is the only water source and I am dying of thirst. I massage his balls while I have all of him in my mouth. At this point I feel a cock poke my shoulder, the man from the bench is standing really close right now. I keep my focus on the cock in my mouth pulling the foreskin back and sucking on his head while squeezing and massaging his balls. I feel the other guy poke my cheek with his cock and as I do the uncircumcised cock let loose several warm jets of cum in my mouth, and I just swallow each one. As he pulls out the fifth cock pushes its way into my mouth.

I turn to give him a better angle with me now facing the bench, I see a naked man sitting on the bench with a dark figure between his legs. I don’t get much of a look at them as the fifth man guides my head with both hands to take his 6.5 in cock deep in my mouth. Since he is the first cock without an upward curve, he is able to push just a bit into my throat. I reach up with both hands and grab his ass, pulling him in deeper. I feel his head slide into my throat, and he lets go of his grip and moans. I keep him there for as long as I can, swallowing to tighten around his head. I pull up take a breath and go right back down. (I think this is why I had a sore throat the next morning.) I do this five or six times and I feel him start to pulse, I pull out and suck on just the head and I am treated to a few very thick spurts of cum. I collect them and swallow when he stops cumming and pulls away.

I see another man has sat down next to the naked man being sucked off. I crawl over between his legs and lick at his cock. He is long, I think travesti istanbul he might be the third man with the 7-inch cock back for more or another man with a very similar cock. After a few licks as I am swirling my tongue around his cockhead, I hear “suck that cock bitch.” Not from the man I am licking, but from the other man on the bench being sucked.

Being a slut that has a hard time refusing commands I oblige and take his cock in my mouth and suck up and down about half his cock. He then says, “Take it all in! Deep throat that cock slut” I push my head down, so that I feel his ball on my chin and hold it there. “Oh, you really are a hungry cock slut aren’t you” I hear from the side commentator.

I pull off for a second and almost hiss “Yes” then go back and take him all the way in holding till I gag. I alternate between deep throating and sucking the top half of his cock. This continues for a few minutes and with a few small squirts he is done and pushes me off. I sit down on the bench to recover as it has been nonstop since I put my hand on that first cock.

The man being sucked off says, “slide over here sexy” and being the good little slut that I have become I comply without objection. Sliding over he tells me to watch the young man on his knees sucking his cock. He reaches around and pulls me close, so I am pressed up against him. I half expected him to kiss me. He then reached over and feels up my fake tit groping them and squeezing them. If they were real, I bet it would have hurt. “Climb up on the bench so you can get a better look” I comply as if in a trance and while I am kneeling on the bench, he lifts up my skirt and says, “What slutty panties you are wearing.” Then he proceeds to treat my ass the same way he did my breasts. Squeezing and fondling it with a very firm touch. I moan and the man sucking his cock I guess had enough of sharing this man’s attention, so he gets up and quickly leaves.

“His loss your gain girl, get down there and suck me” he orders. I am tired, my mouth and knees are sore, but I can’t help myself I get down between his legs and take him in my mouth. I suck him for a few minutes, and he pulls out and rubs his wet cock all over my face. “Climb up here and suck me some more” I climb on the bench on all fours and take his cock head in my mouth and stroke him with a free hand. “Lay down” he commands, and I do, keeping his cock in my mouth the whole time. While I am laying down, he pulls up my skirt, exposing my shoestring black thong and exposes my pale white cheeks. I think I am glad I didn’t wear a temporary tattoo. He gropes me roughly and lands a single spank causing me to moan with him in my throat. “Maybe I should fuck you, I bet you would like that?” he says rubbing my wig and holding me down so I can’t say no.

I mumble with a mouth full of cock “Mo.”

He keeps groping me and says, “Maybe I’ll just rip the skirt off, climb on top of you and rape you? You’ll like it when I’m in you?” I start sucking harder and stroking his cock hoping to finish him quickly and head home. “Oh you want me to cum do you, do you want it in your ass?”

I say “Please no” and when he asks where do I want it I say “My mouth”

“On your knees slut, I will give you want you want.” He tells me sounding a bit disappointed that I didn’t offer my ass and I move back between his legs. I go to suck him, but instead of letting me take his cock in my mouth he slaps my face with it. He does this while stoking himself and slapping my mouth, cheeks, nose, forehead, glasses. And after a rough few minutes of this he barks “Open up.” I comply and stick my tongue out. He points his cock at my mouth and when I feel the first blast hit my tongue and upper lip, I take his head in and suck. He nearly fills my mouth; I swallow as he now looks asleep on the bench. I stand up, straighten up my clothes and make my way out to my car and then to home. In just over an hour I at least tripled my lifetime cock count, what a night.

As I type this there is another party this Friday. Do I go? Do I give up my ass? Do I let myself be spit roasted?

Let me know what you think. If ten people tell me to go I will, if 15 say and get fucked who am I to argue, and 20 what me spit roasted who am I to argue. If 40 people message me, I wont say no to anything that night…

Hunter wiped the sweat from his brow as he tossed the last bit of clean hay into the stall. “There you go, Maple,” he said to the chestnut mare in the opposite pen. “Nice and clean for you, old girl.”

He tossed to pitchfork aside and unbolted the door. With the click of his tongue, the young farmhand led Maple back to her cleaned stall. Hunter gave the horse a pat on the rump before bolting her inside.

He leaned on the door and smirked, “Your mama must loves you lots to set you up with that fine straw.” Looked softer than his mattress up in the loft, that was for sure.

“My daughter takes care of the things she loves.”

Hunter turned at the deep voice and was surprised to see his boss standing not far behind him. For such a bull of a man, Vernon moved damn near quiet as a cat. Vernon was a tall man with broad shoulders and muscles sculpted from years of working the fields. A greying beard framed his heavy jaw and barely brushed the top of his barrel chest.

In a way, Vernon was the type of man Hunter hoped he would become as he grew older. Though he knew he would never be as tall, he hoped the hard work would bulk his already hardy physique. He also wished his own short, somewhat patchy beard had the potential to one day be as refined as Vernon’s.

Vernon removed his cap and wiped his brow. It gave Hunter a moment to catch a brief glimpse of the older man’s receding grey hair before the hat was replaced. Part of him also hoped he would keep as much of his hair as his boss.

The old farmer crossed his arms and stared down at him from under heavy eyebrows.

“Something on your mind, boss?”

Vernon huffed. “You know my Claire has her eye on you?”

Hunter gulped- he had been aware that Maple’s mistress had been keeping an eye on him lately. Claire watched him as he worked like a vixen watching over a coop of chickens. She would come out in jeans that fit her like a second skin and shirts that were sure to show what God had gifted her during development. Claire often did things that got the other farmhands staring. Still, he knew she was trying to get his attention, specifically. It made him uncomfortable; too many times had someone he knew been fired for the advances of the farmer’s daughter.

“I uh, I haven’t made any advances toward her, sir.” Hunter could feel new sweat forming on his brow. Had Claire said anything about him flirting with her?

Vernon watched him for a moment and then smirked. “I know you haven’t, son, stop shakin’.” The older man stepped closer, and Hunter felt his back press against the support beam of the horse stall. “She don’t seem like your type, anyway.”

Hunter was about to ask what he meant when Vernon took his chin between his thumb and forefinger. Vernon tipped the shorter man’s head back, so they looked eye to eye. Hunter found himself stunned to silence as he stared into his boss’s harvest green eyes. They were lined with deep furrows, like tilled fields. The two of them stood almost chest to chest, and Hunter could feel the heat from one of Vernon’s legs as it moved between his.

“You like workin’ here, son?” the older man asked in a hushed voice.

“Yessir,” Hunter swallowed as Vernon’s thumb pressed against his bottom lip.

“I like having you around. You’re a real pretty man to look at.” Hunter nearly jumped when he felt his boss’s large hand firmly grasp his crotch. “Dadgum, boy, what you got goin’ on in there?” Vernon hummed thoughtfully before removing his hand.

Vernon’s fingers rubbed along Hunter’s istanbul travesti crotch, teasing along the seam of his jeans. It wasn’t long before he had the younger man groaning and grinding in rhythm. He chuckled when Hunter whined as he pulled his hand away. Unfastening the button on Hunter’s jeans, Vernon quickly replaced his hand inside the farmhand’s underwear.

His thick fingers slid along the wet slit until he found the aroused head of Hunter’s clit. He took the elongated organ between his fingers and began to stroke him. “So you’re one of those types, huh? No wonder you’re so pretty.”

Usually, Hunter would have taken offense to be called pretty. He had worked hard to leave that word in the past, but any thought of arguing left when Vernon’s lips met his. He could feel the full beard brushing against his chin as Vernon worked his mouth open. Hunter eagerly accepted the tongue that slipped inside. Finding the strength to move, he wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck to pull him closer.

Vernon’s fingers left Hunter’s throbbing clit only for two of them to bury themselves deep inside of him. The air around them filled with gasps and moans and the sounds of Hunter swearing as his boss fingered him against the horse stall. The old farmer’s other hand unbuttoned Hunter’s shirt and pushed it open until it hung loose on Hunter’s arms.

Vernon’s hand ran over the hairy plane of the younger man’s stomach and chest until it reached his nipple. The skin there buzzed with combined aroused sensitivity and residual numbness from when Hunter’s breasts had been removed. The faint scarring along the bottom of his pectorals hadn’t fully recovered after the surgery and usually felt weird to touch. However, he wanted nothing more than to have Vernon continue to pinch and twist the sensitive areola.

Reaching down, Hunter grasped the older man’s cock through his jeans. He was surprised by how thick it was and how rock solid it felt already. Hunter had Vernon’s belt unfastened with a deft motion of his fingers and his jeans unbuttoned and pulled the girthy member from his underwear. He could feel the precum leaking onto his forearm as he stroked.

Without warning, Vernon removed his hand from Hunter’s pants. The feeling of those strong fingers leaving his pussy made him whimper like a desperate girl. His clit throbbed from the sudden lack of contact, and Hunter became aware of how close he was to climax.

His boss grabbed him by the shoulders, and, in a blink, Hunter found himself on his back among the fresh straw pile to the right of Maple’s stall. His jeans were ripped off over his boots, and Vernon’s thick legs settled between his. Hunter watched in breathless awe as the older man stripped out of his shirt and tossed it aside. White hairs on his chest glistened in the light of the barn. Small streams of sweat streaked their way down to the thick patch of hair at the base of his cock.

Hunter’s eyes widened at the sight; he had felt the heaviness in his hand but seeing it now, his boss was a true stallion of a man. The organ pulsed as it stood erect from the older man’s body, shining precum oozing from the tip and dripping onto Hunter’s belly. It would be a stretch to make him- more of a stretch than anything Hunter had experienced in some time. His own miniature cock throbbed at the thought of feeling the thick shaft rub against it.

As if Vernon could read his thoughts, the old farmer grabbed Hunter by the back of the knees and pulled him closer. Pulling his hips istanbul travestileri back, Vernon began to stroke the length of his manhood along Hunter’s eager slit. He rested the shaft against Hunter’s clit and grinned as the younger man squirmed in his grasp.

“You like that, boy? Feelin’ another man’s cock up against yours?”

“Yessir.” Hunter managed to groan.

“You wanna feel this cock poundin’ yer insides?”

“Yessir!”

Vernon gave a devilish grin. “Good because I’ve been wantin’ to drain my balls in you for months. Git!” Without warning, Vernon bent Hunter’s legs back to his chest and plunged himself to the hilt.

Hunter let out a yelp that turned into a long groan as the older man drove his cock deep into Hunter’s pussy. The younger man’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the head of Vernon’s cock stroke all the way to his womb. No one had ever gone so far inside him, even before the transition.

Above him, his boss grunted like a bull. His hot breath blew against the side of Hunter’s face as he leaned in. Both of his strong arms braced themselves on either side of the younger man’s body, the angle effectively pinning him to the ground with his legs in the air. Hunter was at Vernon’s mercy, and he loved it.

The old farmer’s balls slapped against his ass. His pubic hair and stomach rubbed against Hunter’s clit, making him wetter and making him whine. The sound made Vernon laugh in a way both dominant and mocking.

“You sound like a desperate school girl, boy,” he said. “Bet you had old men like me fuckin’ yer pussy before you transitioned. You like ’em seasoned, don’t you boy?”

He grabbed Hunter by the hair and tilted his head back. When Hunter gasped, Vernon took the opportunity to push his tongue deep into the young man’s mouth. The speed didn’t slow, even as Vernon released Hunter’s legs to pin his hands above his head.

Hunter wrapped his legs around the older man’s waist, locking them at the ankles. This way, he could rock in time with each thrust and drive the old farmer deeper. It felt amazing! It had been a long time since someone had fucked him so thoroughly. He could feel himself growing lightheaded as his clit began to spasm.

“Oh fuck,” Vernon groaned. “You’re squeezing me so good.” He leaned back and slid his thumb into Hunter’s mouth, holding it open. “Look me in the eyes as you cum on my cock.”

Hunter’s vision started to tunnel as he stared up at his boss. This was way hotter than anything he could have dreamed of; Vernon’s chest shone with sweat and had bits of hay stuck to it. There were streaks down the side of his face where sweat had wiped away dirt from the day’s work. His boss’s cock filled him so effectively and rubbed him in all the right places.

Hunter’s back arched, and he let out a deep moan as his legs tightened around his boss’s waist. The muscles in his thighs trembled to hold on as the ones in his pussy clenched the heavy cock. Vernon’s free hand gave Hunter’s nipple a twist, and that was all he needed to finish.

The young farmhand was still shaking when he felt his legs get pulled apart and the filling cock leave his body. Hunter whimpered as emptiness overtook him, only to perk up when he saw Vernon take his throbbing cock in hand.

With his thumb still holding Hunter’s mouth open, Vernon squeezed his shaft with a bestial growl. In a few quick strokes, streams of thick cum sprayed from the head to coat Hunter’s face and tongue. Salty fluid filled his mouth to the point of overflowing. travesti istanbul It ran from his lips and down his chin, and he could feel it seeping under the collar of his shirt. His boss was leaving his mark, and it felt and tasted incredible.

When the old man was finally finished, his body relaxed, and he stood panting above his employee. He stared down at the cum-soaked young man, then crawled forward and held Hunter’s head to his deflating cock; ordering him to clean it up.

The farmhand lifted his hands to the older man’s hips and set to work immediately. He tended to his boss’s cock as thoroughly and eagerly as he would any other job the man asked of him. Hunter took great care in slurping up every drop of his and Vernon’s fluids, paying particular attention to the white-haired balls that hung low between the man’s legs.

Vernon groaned and gripped the back of Hunter’s head. The old man’s grip was tight as he slowly fucked Hunter’s mouth. His semi-flaccid cock returned to life under the young man’s ministrations until he was able to shove it down the farmhand’s throat.

His chest heaved with heavy breath. “You got me ready to cum again. You gonna drink it like a good boy?”

Hunter looked up at the older man with one eye as cum dripped down his face.

Vernon shuddered with pleasure at the sight. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you every chance I get, you hear?” He rocked his hips slowly, savoring the building pressure in his balls and the feeling of the younger man’s throat. “I’m gonna fill that pussy with so much cum. Gonna fuck this mouth. You’ll be wet just at the sight of me.”

Hunter couldn’t answer with anything more than the wet sucking sound of Vernon’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He didn’t need to respond. Instead, he closed his eyes and held onto Vernon’s hips as he sucked the older man off.

When he felt Vernon’s balls tighten against his chin, Hunter held his face pressed to Vernon’s belly. More streams of cum shot down his throat; he swore he felt it enter his belly even before the reflex to swallow took over.

Finally spent, Vernon pulled himself from Hunter’s mouth, leaving the young man panting for air. Vernon stooped down on one knee and took Hunter’s face in his hands before kissing him deeply. It didn’t bother him that he was coating his tongue in his semen. In fact, the salt of his seed tasted better coming from Hunter’s mouth.

Parting for air, Vernon gave the young man a pat on the cheek before rising to his feet. “Get cleaned up, boy,” he said as he stuffed himself into his jeans. “Better get some rest too. I expect you to be here just as bright and early as any other day.” He hooks his thumbs in his belt loops. “Maybe earlier so we can have some fun. I want to see how well you can work with cum leaking into your jeans.”

When Vernon left, Hunter sat in silence for a while until he could find his balance again. With some effort, he got himself dressed and used his sweat rag to clean his face. He still felt lightheaded as he walked to his truck.

What the fuck just happened? Did his boss really just give him the pounding of a lifetime? The memory felt unreal, yet the fluid that leaked into his briefs said it was.

He felt his clit getting hard again. Reaching down, he cupped the small erection and rubbed it through his jeans as he drove home. It was hard to operate as the images of his boss face-fucking him and cumming on his face flooded his mind.

“I’ll definitely be showing up early tomorrow,” he moaned. Pulling into his apartment, Hunter finished himself off in the dim light of the street lamp.

After a few deep breaths, he hopped out of his truck and headed inside. Sleep was going to be rough tonight, but at least all those spare toys will be put to good use.

I had still been reeling from my escapade a week ago. Not because of what had happened. Well, partially. But it was more what I had said. Not-Aaron and I had fully interacted for the night, with familiarity. Worse though, he heard me tell Aaron that I loved him. Which is probably not something that you should say while under the influence of copious amounts of drugs, but hell. It had been grueling to think about partially because I can’t really go to Aaron himself and say “Hey, I told one of your frat bros I love you and I was just wondering which of them has the hands of a god.” I’d get laughed out of the house and probably never spoken to again. Curiosity was pushing me to ask but I doubted Aaron even knew. Pulling out my phone, I check to see that Jamie was going to be meeting me outside of my class. For some reason, she’s trying to put in the detective work to find out my mysterious stranger.

“Trevor, if you tell me you don’t want to know one more time, I swear I’m throwing you a party to celebrate the fact you’re going to die alone. Let me help you,” her text reads. I sigh, knowing that fighting with her is something I couldn’t really do, and besides, her heart was in the right place. Fortunately for me, this is my only class today. It’s called Storytelling in Media, and it basically just highlights how to tell a story via a specific medium. For me, it’s creative writing. Last month, people showed their films. Someone brought in a photo album. Honestly, part of it all seemed to just stroke the Professor’s Ego as almost everyone did a thank you to the professor in the notes. To be fair, it’s a cream puff class that solely exists to get some extra credits for your degree.

“-And that will be all for today. This month, the assignment is a more personal kind. I want something that speaks from the heart, and what you desire most. I expect headway on the check-in in two weeks. Lichen, I trust you have something prepared already.” Professor Talia Myko spoke. She was calling on me. Why was she calling on me?

“N-Not quite, ma’am. I was wondering if you had a preferred medium written for the assignment.” I was putting stuff in my messenger bag, glancing around the room, hoping no one was looking at me. Another student near the front, still sitting. I couldn’t tell if he was looking at me, given his sunglasses, but I was in his peripherals.

“If you’re asking for a challenge, I want a simple poetry collection from you. Ten Poems. Varying lengths and techniques. How does that sound?”

“I’ll do my best, ma’am!” I’ve got everything in my bag as she starts talking to a girl who was asking questions about the rating of the project. As I depart, there’s this sensation of eyes boring through me. Trying to communicate.

Once I’m outside the classroom, I just keep moving to the foyer, where Jamie is waiting. She gives me a hug and I return the kindness. “How was class?” Her question seems more like a prompt.

“Poetry Collection. About what the heart wants.” I look behind me, feeling those eyes still watching me.

“Oooh, gonna write some poems about the Magic Touch Guy?” She laughs a little, and it gets a smirk out of me. “I was thinking about that. Y’know. In case you were worried, you weren’t the intended victim of that drink. That weird guy that hit me up that night. He bought me that drink. I took the one he bought for himself and me and walked away. I must have, by extension, been the one to drug you, unintentionally.”

“I was squirming with the thought that you had drugged me with the intent to seduce me. Especially since I know you want to peg me.” Her laughter disrupts the nearest conversations. “Honestly, I don’t mind what happened. I was aware and cognizant enough to make a move with him. Even if I had wrongly identified him. And he DID say no to taking advantage of my mouth or anything like that.”

“You say that but I mean, he gave you a handjob.”

“If the worst I can expect of men is that they give me a handjob while I’m wrecked out of my mind, then the world has changed too much for me to keep living. But, you said you had an idea as to how to find this guy?”

“You could ask Aaron.”

“I’m not doing that,” I retort, coldly. I don’t want to tell him about any of this. I kind of don’t even want to chase this guy down, whenever I think of Aaron.

“Why? Listen to me. He’s not interested in that. A relationship. He’s never going to be-“

“Yeah. I know. He’s never going to be ready for a relationship because Lee broke his heart. That’s why he doesn’t stay in a relationship for longer than two months. But… It’s different between us. We understand each other.” She sighs at my response. It’s that dejected sigh of “I know you won’t listen to me.” I hear it every now and again. Mostly when we talk about Aaron.

“Fine. You don’t want to ask Aaron. We could ask the bouncer if he could give you a description of the guy you left with,” she offers “which would mean finding out who worked as the bouncer for the istanbul travesti beer garden and dance floor. Then see if he remembers you. Then see if he remembers who you left with. IF it was a he.”

“You’re going to make me ask Aaron, aren’t you?”

She laughs, and I groan. “Yup. You clearly loved the way that guy handled you. I mean you wouldn’t shut up about it for two days. So like, maybe just push in the direction of that.”

“Fine, I’ll go over there, later to-“

“Go now, so you don’t talk yourself out of it,” she interrupts.

It’s a short drive over there, as my mind races on how I can even approach the subject. How do I even start? I think about that moment, when me and the Stranger’s eyes met. How I felt at that moment, he had the power to ruin me. Did I like him having that power? That kind of intimacy. I’m standing on the front porch. I reach for the door as Thomas, Aaron’s boyfriend, opens it.

“Oh! Hey! How’s it going?” He asks. His voice is so chipper.

“Oh, I’m good! Just stopping by to see Aaron, cause uh… I had an important question to ask him about,” I fully blank out. Thinking about what I could say that’d make sense. “Business management?” Thomas smirks, his hair wet. He must have just showered.

“Fun! Well, I’ve gotta get to my shift at Starbucks. I’ll see you round, Trevor.” I praise any god who will listen that he didn’t investigate that topic with me. As he walks away, I can’t help but check him out. He’s very slim. He is double cheeked though. For a moment, I’m imagining hearing clapping as he walks away. I don’t blame Aaron for getting exclusive with that as soon as he can. Focusing on the matter at hand, I head inside. There’s a few frat bros that are gaming in the living room. I head upstairs to Aaron’s room and knock. His door opens, his shirt off. He’s sweaty and his abs look like they shine, or they would if he wasn’t ghostly pale. Well I guess that explains why Thomas looked freshly showered. I feel a surge of jealousy for a moment. It’s fine. Him and Thomas will break up in a couple of weeks and I’ll be the one leaving here after we hook up.

“Trevor? What’s up?” He asks, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Erm. I was wondering if you…” He’s looking at me. Finish the question. He can tell I’m blanking. “Could put me in touch with the photographer. I really liked my costume, and I was wondering if he had any decent shots of me.”

“That’s incredibly vain. And unlike you. But you would have seen all the shots on Phi Alpha Phi’s Instagram or website.” Aaron’s hazel eyes pierce through me, knowing I was full of shit.

“Well, maybe he didn’t send them for proofing. Y’know, I heard that photographers will take hundreds of shots that don’t even get a second look. Besides, I know a few cosplay groups that would probably pay good money for a professional shoot,” I respond, thinking rather quickly on my feet. I never liked being spoken down to. “It’s hard to get a professional shot of someone in costume, I feel.”

“Fine,” Aaron groans at me before leading me up another set of stairs to the third floor of the house, where there were only two bedrooms up here. I knew that the door on the right was a guest bedroom. However, the door on the left had two locks on it. I had always wondered what was going on in there. Aaron knocks twice. I hear both deadbolts lock, and then a chain lock drop. Opening the door is the guy from my Storytelling class in sunglasses. He’s got this blonde hair and sharp jawline. He’s incredibly handsome from what I can tell. It’s hard to get a real read on him, when part of his face is obscured by sunglasses. I was right on my first assumption that he had a muscular build, but I had underestimated how big his shoulders were, as well as his chest.”My friend, Trevor, would like to know if you got any good shots of him in costume at the party last week.”

“Hm? You were the,” I think his eyes scan my face for a moment, “Greaser Devil! Yeah, I got a couple of you in line.”

“G-Great! Can I see them?” He looks at Aaron who shrugs.

“Yeah, come on in. You want to see too, Aaron?”

“His nerd stuff doesn’t pique my interest, unfortunately. You’re in it alone, Mitchell,” replies Aaron, coolly. Like he’s too important to handle this stuff. He then walks down the stairs, disappearing into the hallway. Mitchell guides me into his room and walks me over to his desk. I’m surprised at how cold and how dark his room is. I nearly stumble over something.

“Oh! Sorry. I kinda forget that I didn’t turn the light on.” He leans over and flips the switch. Now that I can see much better, I notice a lot of nerd stuff on the shelves, like Figures from games, and a bookshelf full of Fantasy novels. Trying not to get caught snooping, I see the bottom shelf is filled with photo-albums, and next to the shelf is a locked safe. “So, you wanted to see the shots I got from the night of the party.”

“Can I ask how you see anything with your sunglasses on all the time?”

“I istanbul travestileri take them off for shoots and stuff like that. Don’t worry, they’re prescription. Okay, here are all the photos with you in them.” He shows me his computer screen and it’s an album of me bumping into him. There’s a couple that have noticeably been touched up.

“How late were you shooting?” I ask, clearly curious at the fact that a couple were of me on the dancefloor.

“Eh, I left at about midnight.” Well that sinks my hope that he caught who I left with. I can feel the disappointment on my face. And it’s clear he sees it.

“Oh. I was hoping you had seen who I left with,” my voice echoes in the room, I can hear my own dismay.

“Trevor. We left at the same time. I brought you here. What do you remember?” My heart skips a beat. This guy brought me here?

“Well… I remember freaking out on the dancefloor, and being dragged out of the Beer Garden. And then it’s a bit of a blur.” There’s relief in his eyes for a moment. I debate saying more. And then I hear Jamie’s voice in the back of my mind. Nothing good comes from drowning yourself in anxiety. “We shared an… experience.”

“And you told me, you loved Aaron,” he says calmly. Like he expected this conversation. “Which is kind of mind-blowing because fucking why?”

“Well, in my defence, I was incredibly high and also I just had what could only be described as the most sensual handy of my life,” I reply. My tone is sharp. Cutting. “And if it bothers you that I have feelings for him so much, then why did you say no to me?”

“Cause you were fucked up, dumbass,” his voice reflects his frustration. “In all the time, I had tried to start a conversation with you, I didn’t think you’d be this fucking oblivious. All the intrigue about you goes out the window the minute you open your mouth.”

I frown. I’d like to think I was rather insightful about people. Then again, I fully believed Mitchell was Aaron. “If you really wanted to start a conversation with me, why didn’t you actually have one with me in class? Or stop me on our way out of class?”

“And say what? ‘Hey, I think your short story really reflected your own personal loneliness and your deep seated personal feelings of self-inflicted isolation,'” He growls out. I didn’t think it was written with that intent. I’ve been told my subconscious voice often writes louder than my conscious one though. That short story he referenced was about a man in a locked room. He could leave but he never wanted to.

“You don’t even know me, Mitchell. You can’t speak to-” He cuts me off.

“I do know you, Trevor. Not as much as I’d like, but I know you. How you get this somber sad puppy look when someone tells you to stop talking about your passion. Or the smile you get when someone remembers a detail about something you mentioned earlier. Or the soft whimpers you make when something feels really good,” he says standing up. Even though he’s shorter than me by a couple of inches, I can feel him overpowering me already. “I know how much you wanted it to be Aaron. Because you think he’s the only person who can love you. Because you push away people who aren’t him, in hopes that he’ll notice how devoted you are.” Mitchell leans in, clearly proud of the way his words have gotten under my skin. “But most of all, I know how alone you feel, hoping someone would notice how desperately you’re hanging on. Can I-” I lean in and kiss him. Something about the way he spoke, told me to. He kisses me back. Softly at first as he pushes me into the wall, gently. I reach up to his face, pulling at his sunglasses. I think that was the worst thing about this. Was seeing myself, reflected in his glasses. Seeing everything he was saying, and knowing it. He smiles at me as he kisses at my neck, before pulling away and flicking the deadbolt. Turning to face me, I finally get to drink him in. For the first time, I get to see his eyes. I had always assumed that heterochromia was something that I’d never see in my life. I’d see it on TV and stuff like that, but I was surprised at how beautiful his eyes were. His left is the water of an island beach, that soft aqua blue, and his right is a lush emerald jungle with motes of sunlight refracting through the trees. And I realized how much I loved it. “I know it’s-“

“Amazing,” I cut him off. I pull him to me and he’s kissing me once more, a more renewed fervor than that first kiss. His hands had already gotten under my shirt, pulling it off. His left hand slides down my back as his right works it’s way around the front, sliding upwards. He laughs as I let out one of those whimpers. Immediately, my face reddens out of embarrassment. My hands are over his shoulders as he continues to kiss me. I’m choosing to just trust him. Let him guide me. It isn’t long before his hand is on my neck. Not pressuring or choking me. Just… there and it’s enough to get me to lean into his touch.

“I hope you realize how hard it was for me travesti istanbul to tell you no, now. On your knees.” I nod as his hand on my neck gently pulls me downwards, before moving to my shoulder. His other hand glides up my back as I descend before resting on the back of my head. I’m face to face with his bulge. I quickly undo his belt buckle and pull it off, but he stops me from throwing it away. “Maybe for later,” he says, looking down on me. His megawatt smile has me reaching for the button on his pants, but I fumble. He, literally, takes matters into his own hands, pulling his pants down for me. His underwear slid down with his pants, as his shirt is pulled up over his head. In front of me is nine solid inches of dick. I had thought this kind of dick only existed in porn. It had this upwards curve to it, with a surprising amount of girth. I reach up, putting my hand around the base of it, and my middle finger barely grazes my thumb, in contact. I do a soft stroke upwards, watching his balls move. They’re as big as ping pong balls, and hang pretty freely an inch down from his dick. As I bring the stroke down, I see myself having a staring contest with his one eyed snake. I lean forward licking the tip. He lets out a soft moan, before bringing his hand to the back of my head. He’s not forcing me further as I begin to suckle at the tip. Instead, his fingers gently brush through my hair. I continue to slowly work his dick with my mouth. I’m impressed. A few of my other partners weren’t big fans of the impromptu blowjobs but Mitchell’s sweat added an almost addictive taste to it.

It’s time to see how much I can take. As I stroke down, I follow my hand with my lips, getting about seven inches into my mouth. I hear him moan loudly as my tongue slips around the parts of his head that might not ever feel the touch of flesh. It becomes clear that we have the same goal as now he’s gently thrusting into my mouth. I let my hand release the grip on him as he pulls back and thrusts further in. I’ve got almost all of it in when I gag. Hard. My hands move up his thighs, sliding around to his ass. I grab a hold of the muscled mounds, and he really starts humping me. Even with the aggression and dominance of him moaning and fucking my face, there’s this tenderness. He’s very careful not to trigger my gag reflex again, edging himself further and further. I can taste the pre-cum he’s leaking as he pulls out to just the tip. Damn. If I thought his touch was enough to send me reeling in pleasure, that feeling was enough to shake me to my damn core. I shiver and his fingers find the scar on the back of my head. They move over it as he goes all the way into my throat. I don’t gag. I don’t move. I don’t push back or pull away. I simply pull him in.

“Holy fucking shit. You’ve got a deep throat,” his exclamation brings me a joy I didn’t know I could feel. I try to pull away to say more and he shoves his dick back in. “There’s no need to talk, babe. I’ll take care of you. You just need to take care of me.” Flustered, as he continues to go at my throat, I hold a hand up and give him a thumbs up, prompting a laugh. It’s enough to get him to double over and pull out of my mouth. “You’re so fucking cute. You know that?” My face reddens as his thumb comes to my lower jaw and I open wide. His left hand pulls on my head and I’m pulled into his sac. I suckle and lick at the bag, desperately wanting him to know how much I want this. I want him to fuck me. Looking up at him, I see him looking down. Like he’s drinking in every detail of me. And like he’s doing that with me, I’m committing his dick to memory. I’ll never forget the taste or how to make him feel this good. He smiles at me. Before too long, I’m back to working his shaft. He steps forward, pinning my head to the wall. There’s nowhere to go as he leans against the wall and begins thrusting in, fucking my mouth. And he’s not gentle. I can feel his balls slapping against my chin. I reach down, unbuckling my pants, and beginning to stroke myself. He’s moaning loudly. Loud enough Aaron can hear. I’m sure of it.

Good. Let him hear. Mitchell’s body tenses up and I notice that his stomach tightens, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s about to cum. He doesn’t, but he pauses. Pulling back, I see his penis in all it’s glory. He’s panting, as am I. “Why’d you stop?” I hear those words escape my mouth surprisingly quickly.

“Well, I wanted to ask but you got the better of me. Trevor, can I cum in your mouth?” The way he asks. Like there was ever a possibility of me saying no. This wasn’t the dominant tone from before. This was asking for explicit permission.

“You’re asking me for consent at this point?” I laugh, gently stroking him.

“I’ll start begging if it’ll do the trick for you. But I want to know that you want this too.” A sincerity in his voice that resounds through me. I was right about that look we shared because we’re sharing it once again. If I say yes to him right now, he’ll forever know how much I want him to burn away everything else. And I can feel how badly he wants me to say yes. Maybe it’s me having this introspective moment, but I can hear him moan from me stroking him. “If you want me to cum on your face, I’ll settle for that. I’d love to do that as well.”

Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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All characters are at least eighteen years old.

Cut a deal with the devil and pay the price. And the price was one of his sons, so William Joe MacMurphy handed his middle son over to the devil at the old ruined plantation south of Laurel. No one would really notice Bobby Ray missing, anyway. Will and his wife had a dozen kids. Who would notice one missing? Although, his momma had been upset by it. That is until they hit the biggest lottery ever seen in Mississippi, and she got that new four-wheel drive pickup, painted teal green, like she always wanted.

Bobby Ray the payment for the winning lottery ticket was a typical Mississippi farm boy, with a nice body but a little plain in the face. Colonel Parker, the demon who worked for the Devil, was not your ordinary middle management demon. He was an improver when he wasn’t organizing social events or orgies. And the first thing he did when he saw the boy standing before him in the foyer was to get him out of those nasty overalls and burn them. Actually he burned everything Bobby Ray had on. Now he could really see what they had negotiated for. Nineteen and as white as a ghost, inside joke there that had the little demons laughing. Bobby Ray, they would have to change that name to something sexier, was too frightened to laugh. Give him time. But right now there was red dirt under the boy’s fingernails, which simply wouldn’t do. Bobby Ray needed a bath. He motioned for all of them to go into the living room and then the kitchen.

A fancy tub full of hot water materialized out of thin air, and Bobby Ray was plopped right in the middle of it. All the little demons jumped into the water with him to commence to scrubbing that boy clean. His hair was washed, his face was washed, each nipple was washed, his cock was washed, as was his tight little istanbul travesti ass. No boy was ever washed more thoroughly than Bobby Ray. When he stepped out of that water, he was squeaky clean, especially his cock which had grown a couple of inches after such a vigorous scrubbing.

Now Colonel Parker could go to work on improving what needed improving. He turned the boy to face a fancy full length mirror. Bobby Ray tried to hide his dick behind his hands, but the Colonel slapped them away. “When I am done with you, boy, you’ll wanna suck your own dick.” He stood behind the boy and reached around him, making Bobby Ray’s pencil thin lips fuller and sexier with the brush of this thumb. Bobby had never seen his mouth looking so pretty.

The Colonel’s fingers flitted over Bobby’s pale skin and turned it a deep golden brown, the way the devil liked his pets. Bobby was tall enough, but he could use a little muscle in some places. Reaching under Bobby Ray’s arms, he ran his fingers over the boy’s breast, deepening it and cutting the pecs a little sharper. Bobby nipples became exquisitely sensitive when the Colonel rolled them between his fingers. If he kept doing this, he would make the boy cum without even touching his cock.

Bobby Ray liked it, and his cock swelled proudly, but the Colonel wanted more. He moved to the side and took Bobby Ray’s cock in hand and stroked it until it was longer and fuller and harder than Bobby could even remember. With his other hand the Colonel squeezed Bobby Ray’s tight ass. A sharp slap had the boy jumping.

“Such a nice toy,” the Colonel purred. “Come lay across my lap.” Bobby Ray did as he was told, his head lower than his upturned ass. The Colonel stroked each hard butt cheek and worked his way to the sensitive place behind his testicles. Bobby moaned when the Colonel worked a finger into his virgin ass. “OH yes, our Master is going to love istanbul travestileri popping your cherry, Sugar,” the Colonel drawled and continued finger fucking the boy a little longer. And with the boy’s cock dangling between his legs, the Colonel reached down and milked the boy’s cock like a Guernsey cow. Every now and then he swatted that sweet upturned ass.

Billy Ray had never been with a girl…or a boy…so his hand was his only experience, but what the Colonel was doing to him had him nearly screaming with lust. The Colonel kept yanking on his cock until he came with a wild yell. The Colonel released Bobby’s cock and reached into a box on the table beside the chair, taking out a black curved toy. He worked the medium sized plug into Bobby’s tight ass to stretch him out a little. A small remote turned it on, but he did not want too much stimulation. Their master would be upset if he wasn’t still tight and sweet.

To keep him from touching his cock that now ached to be touched and was dripping precum, Bobby Ray was tied to an X shaped cross. His sensitive nipples were clamped with a silver chain connecting them. Anyone who wanted to just had to tug on the chain to drive him half out of his mind. His balls were secured with a silver band, On a whole Bobby Ray liked what he saw in the mirror. The only thing he did not like was no one touched or played with was his cock. He didn’t like that. All afternoon he was open and exposed, watching himself in the big mirror, his cock dripping from the vibrating plug

As time drew near, guests some of them distinctly non human began to arrive at the manson. It was the Devil’s birthday and Bobby Ray was his present. The little demons freed him from the cross and carried him to a net swing where he was secured with his legs opened wide and his ass easily accessible. His arms were secured overhead. A shiny blue ribbon and bow were attached travesti istanbul to his neck.

The vibrating plug that had tormented him all day was removed and the precum wiped off his belly. Everyone complimented the Colonel on what he had done to the boy. Why Bobby Ray looked absolutely delicious.

At the appointed time the honored guest arrived. The Devil himself looked like an ordinary man, but Bobby Ray was told that that was just one of his many faces. He’d see all of them eventually.

There was cake and ice cream, everyone singing Happy Birthday, and then the Devil got his present. Bobby Ray didn’t know if he ought to be afraid or excited when he was rolled towards the Prince of Hell. The Devil looked mighty pleased with him, and his hand running over his body sent spasms of pleasure through Bobby Ray. And he damn near came when the Devil picked up his cock and played with the foreskin.

“He’s lovely,” the Devil purred and moved between Bobby Ray’s legs. Without fanfare the Devil unzipped his trousers and pulled out the largest cock that Bobby Ray had ever seen on a human being. He didn’t know how he would survive it, but at the same time his ass ached to be filled. The Devil fingered the loosened opening and smiled. Magically lubing the hole up, the Devil slowly pushed his huge cock into the boy’s ass.

Bobby Ray screamed as one orgasm after another ripped through his body. The devil tugged on the silver chain until invisible hands removed the clamps and blood returned to his nipples. The mix of pain and acute pleasure nearly drove him out of his mind. The way they mingled and merged in his body while the Devil slow fucked him awakened every nerve in his ass., When the Devil finally pounded his hole, Bobby Ray almost fainted.

The Devil came with a violent thrust that left the boy exhausted but wanting more. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Bobby Ray thought “Now you are the Devil’s fuck toy.” The Devil withdrew his cock and zipped his pants back up.

At the end of the party, the Devil gathered his things including his new fuck toy and returned to Hell. Do you know who fucks mortals in Hell? Everyone.

I woke up the next morning to the feeling of Linc’s ass pressing into my cock which was hard and at its full 6 inches. I wasn’t sure if my cock had gotten hard from Linc’s ass pressing into it or if it was the thoughts of Vinh that had been going through my mind all night.

I heard him let out a sigh and leaned in kissing the back of his neck, ‘Morning babe, how was your sleep? You got pretty drunk last night.’

Linc rolled over turning to face me and I felt his morning wood press against mine. It sent I shiver of excitement through my body. ‘Man last night was crazy I haven’t drunk that much in a long time, sorry babe if I passed out. Vinh kept buying drinks and I guess I got caught up in the celebrations.’

I looked back at Linc, I couldn’t resist his face and though Vinh had a huge cock, Linc was still the hottest I thought. I asked ‘Do you remember anything from last night?’

Linc thought for a moment and replied, ‘Yeah I remember coming back here with Park and Vinh and then buzzing you upstairs. Oh shit we were all jacking off to porn when you arrived.’ I nodded and waited for Linc to continue curious to see if he remembered or even knew that Vinh and Park had fucked me and that Vinh and I had then fucked again in the shower.

He went on, ‘I remember we were sitting together and you wore that sexy outfit for me and then I think I had to throw up and Park helped me. I came back to the lounge and you and Vinh were sitting together and he was admiring your sexy thighs.’ Linc reached down and squeezed my left thigh as he said this grinning at me. ‘They are super sexy babe.’

He went on, ‘Then I think I passed out….there is something else but I can’t remember clearly. But no…. that couldn’t be real.’

He looked at me inquisitively and I grinned back at him, ‘What is it babe? Are you feeling ok?’

Linc grinned back at me and replied, ‘Yeah I was just remembering how sexy you looked in that black harness and bare butt briefs last night. Vinh and Park must have been so jealous seeing you and seeing your sexy body that I get to enjoy.’

‘Oh trust me, they were definitely jealous, especially Vinh.’ I said and shifted my position so that our cocks pressed closer against each istanbul travesti other.

Linc leaned in and kissed me on the lips, ‘I know you two have never really got along but how did it go after I passed out last night? I think I can remember glimpses but I’m not sure it’s all cloudy. Did Park and Vinh leave afterwards or did they stay longer?’

I must have blushed because I could feel my face reddening. Linc noticed this and my hesitation to answer, ‘What happened after I passed out Blake? I think I remember hearing Vinh say something about enjoying my birthday gift.’

My face was only getting redder and I looked down from Linc’s face, I was feeling ashamed at what I had done but lower down my cock as raging hard and pressing against Linc’s which he must have realised.

I stammered my response, ‘Well after you passed out on the armchair Vinh kept touching my thighs and he was still naked with his cock out and fully hard. I couldn’t help myself and was starring at it a lot which Vinh noticed. He kept squeezing my thighs and his forearm started to press against my briefs which made me hard and then the next thing I knew he had taken off my briefs and we were both sitting there with our hard dicks out.’

Linc was looking at me intently and I could feel his cock hard and pulsing against mine, he asked me to continue telling him what happened and I thought to myself he didn’t seem mad yet but instead turned on by it so I thought I may as well tell the truth.

I continued, ‘We sat there and watched the porn and then Vinh put his arm around me and started to tweak my nipples, you know how horny I get when you do that. Then he leaned across and started kissing my neck and I was so turned on I lost myself. I had been so horny anyway wanting to have our night of crazy sex and Vinh’s cock was so close to me and so big. I reached out and grabbed it while he kissed me and we both started to stroke each other.’

I stopped and waited for Linc’s reaction. He looked at me and I could still feel his cock which was raging hard like mine pressing against me. He smiled at me and said ‘Don’t worry babe I know you must have been super horny and it sounds like he was seducing you. Plus it was only istanbul travestileri a hand job.’

My face was still red and I replied, ‘Not just a hand job babe….it started that way but then Linc pushed my head into his lap and I didn’t stop him and I sucked his dick too.’

‘And did you do anything else?’ Linc said.

‘Yes….he fucked me too… twice, once on the couch and Park joined in when Vinh asked him to and I was so caught up in the sexual haze that I let them spit roast me and then later after Park left Vinh and I fucked again in the shower.’

I was silent after this and had been looking down telling the whole story to him and lifted my head up to look at Linc. He was staring back at me, his cock still noticeably throbbing against my own and then he leaned in and kissed me pressing his lips against mine and pushing his tongue into my mouth.

I was taken off guard thinking he was going to be angry at me and feeling his tongue in my mouth started to kiss him back, our tongues colliding as he moved closer to me pressing his whole body against mine.

He broke off the kiss as he rolled on top of me on the bed our cocks pressing against each other and looked down at me. ‘You’re not mad at me?’ I said looking up at him into his beautiful brown eyes.

‘Blake, how could I be mad at you? You came here last night all dressed up in a slutty outfit for me but thanks to Vinh I couldn’t be there for you because of all the drinks. He clearly seduced you and wanted to feel what it’s like to have a hot piece of white boy ass to have and is jealous of me.’

He looked down at me and continued, ‘So tell me the truth, did you like it?’

I was shocked at how well Linc was taking this and nervous about how I should respond. He noticed my hesitation and said again, ‘Come on Blake tell me the truth, did you like being fucked by Vinh? He does have that huge Vietnamese cock and I know how much you love to be fucked by my Taiwanese cock. You must have a weakness to us Asians.’

I couldn’t lie to Linc and as he started to tweak my nipples I let out a small moan and said, ‘Yes I did like it, his dick was so big and I wanted to know how it would feel.’

Linc grinned down travesti istanbul at me as he shifted his weight back down the bed and lifted my legs up onto his shoulders. He pulled me back so that his 6.5 inch Taiwanese cock was pressing against my ass cheeks and said, ‘Well babe, it’s time for me to show you what you missed out on last night. Better late than never for me to enjoy my birthday present.’

He aligned his cock with my ass and pushed forward entering my body and thrusting forward. His cock slide all the way into me balls deep and I groaned in pleasure.

Linc then commenced his assault and began to roughly ram his cock forward and back into my ass fucking me as hard as he could. He was groaning as well and started talking dirty to me as he slammed his cock deep into me. ‘Yeah that’s it Blake, take all of me, take my Asian cock. Who’s a slut for Asian cock? Tell me Blake, tell me how much you love Asian dicks.’

I was moaning in pleasure as being taken roughly by Linc and as he waited for my response he leaned down and started to press my nipples and then started to kiss me probing my mouth with his tongue all the while his cock was balls deep in me and he was grinding his cock into me.

He lifted is lips from mine and as he kissed my neck said ‘Oh yeah Blake you are a slut for Asian cock aren’t you. I’m thinking it’s time you moved in here with me so I can take your ass whenever I want.’

Linc lifted his chest back up off me and holding my hips he started to thrust forward and back. I was moaning below him and as he fucked me grabbed hold of the bed sheets and yelled out, ‘Yessss Linc yessss ohhhhh take me. This ass is yours I love taking Asian cock, give it to me ohhhhhh my god you’re so good. I’m close.’

Hearing me beg for him to fuck me and enjoying him taking my ass Linc bucked his hips faster, gliding in and out of my ass in long deep thrusts. Feeling I was close to blowing I grabbed hold of my cock as Linc fucked me and started to jerk myself until my cum started to erupt onto my abs.

Looking down at me blow my load Linc thrust forward and his cock began to pulse inside me as his cum filled my ass. He leaned down and kissed me again saying, ‘Oh fuck that was great Blake, looks like I got to enjoy my birthday present anyway.’

He then lifted himself up his cock sliding from my ass and stood up next to the bed. ‘I’m going to have a shower babe and when I’m back we can call Vinh and talk about what happened last night.

“How did you get here so fast?” He asks, as he lets me in.

His apartment has the same empty feeling as mine. Sarah left last week, and Tyler left earlier today. Their things are gone. The photographs Sarah took in Dubrovnik, that used to hang above the sofa, are gone. Nothing but nails and slight discolorations in the paint on the wall, lie in their wake. The pink feather boa, that was draped over the mirror in the hallway ever since Tyler’s hat party, is gone too.

Seeing his place like this and seeing him in it, surrounded by half packed boxes and empty space, makes me feel frantic. I feel wild. Terrified. More afraid than I’ve ever been. For the first time, I’m not just scared of losing him. I am scared of that. I’m scared shitless of that. But that’s not all I’m scared of now. I’m scared of more than that now. Much more. Now, I’m scared that if I don’t tell him how I feel, he’s going to drift away and I’m going to live the rest of my life living a half-life. I’m going to spend the rest of my life feeling him in my chest. Every year, life is going to take him further and further away from me. I’m going to live every day knowing I didn’t take a chance.

“I drove.” I say.

“What? Are you crazy? Have you been drinking?”

“No,” I say, though I can see how I might have sounded a little unhinged when I called him earlier.

“I thought you were fucked up.”

“I am fucked up. Believe me, I am, but not like that.”

He looks confused and a little upset. A little upset, turns to a lot upset. His eyes are huge and dark. Big, black pools. Glassy and shiny.

“I, uh, I kind of feel like we’re having a fight, but I’m not really sure what it’s about.” He says, biting the corner of his bottom lip.

“I feel like that too,” I say, before adding quietly, “but I do know what it’s about.”

He looks more confused, and his eyes are sadder than ever, “What’s going on with you, West?”

“I feel like everything is ending. I feel like this is the end.”

“Oh, West.” I can tell he’s trying really hard to be supportive but it’s taking a toll on him, “You’ll get back together with Ash. You always do. Don’t worry about it.”

“I won’t. It’s over. It’s done.”

He must hear something in my voice, because he looks a little taken aback. He doesn’t say anything. He just stands there, looking at me in a mixture of sympathy and something else. He looks tired. Weary.

“I had a dream about you the last night.” I say, “You were really, really far away. I was calling you, but you couldn’t hear me. I was upset when I woke up. I’m worried…I think that’s what’s going to happen. Our lives are going to take us in different directions, and we’ll drift apart. That’s what happens with college friends.”

He doesn’t reply.

“Andy, I don’t want that to happen with you.”

“I don’t want that either.”

“Our friendship is too important to me.”

“It’s important to me, too.”

“I know, but I think it’s more important to me. I’m the one who always makes all the effort. I think it means more to me than it does to you.”

He smiles a wry little smile, it’s the smile he always smiles when he thinks he knows more than I do, “No, it doesn’t.”

“I have to have you in my life. It’s like I, I won’t be okay without you. Andy, I don’t just want you in my life, I need you.”

His brow furrows for a second and then he looks down at his feet, “I need you, too.”

“I’m really, really scared of fucking our friendship up.” There’s fear in my voice. I can’t hide it, so I don’t even try.

“Me too.” He looks right at me when he says it. His voice is strong. Stronger than usual. He really means it.

I sigh. I look around the room for a second. I know I’m going to say it. I always do. I can’t help it. My heart starts sinking before I even say the words. I already know what his response is going to be, but I say it anyway.

“I love you, Andy.”

My chest squeezes as I wait. I’m expecting a, “Shut up,” or a, “Jesus.” He looks tired, so maybe, tonight, it will just be an, “Ugh,” or an eye roll. I keep waiting, but he doesn’t say anything. My heart starts pounding. I can feel it in my throat. I will my eyes to look up at him. I move them slowly. I move them up his body, his neck and his face. I move them up, until I get to his eyes.

He takes half a breath. A quick intake and then a strange, choked little exhale.

“I love you, too.” The words seem to spill out of his mouth, tumbling out fast.

His voice wavers as he says it. It sounds like a very fine blade has sliced through his larynx. The words travel slowly across the space between us. When they finally land, they land softly. They warm my chest. It starts to burn. I don’t move for a second. Maybe more.

He looks down and tries to smile. It’s a nervous, wobbly smile, “Bro.” He adds quickly.

It’s too late. He said it and I heard it. I felt it, too. I feel it. I start to smile. I feel it all over my body. The smile takes me over. I feel it in every cell in my body. Explosions. almanbahis Tiny explosions, rip through me. Every part of me is alight. On fire.

“I told you!” I cry. A wave of euphoria hits me, as I step towards him, “I told you. Didn’t I always tell you, one of these days, you’d say it back?”

“It’s uh, it’s no b-big deal.” He’s still trying to smile. He’s still not entirely successful.

“There’s one thing I didn’t tell you, you know that?” I take another step to him. He steps back a little. His eyes are huge. He looks nervous. He tries to move, to look away, but he doesn’t.

“W-what’s that?”

“I never told you what I swore to myself I’d do, if you said it back.”

He’s stepped back as far as he can. He’s up against the wall. I take one more step towards him. I’m so close, we’re almost touching. I can feel his heat from where I’m standing. It’s burning me through my clothes.

“W-what’s happening?” He whispers, so softly he’s barely mouthing the words.

“I’m going to kiss you, that’s what’s happening. I’m going to kiss you right n…”

I don’t finish my sentence. He cuts me off. He leans down and kisses me first. He kisses me with an intensity I’ve never felt before. A force, I’ve never even imagined. I lean up towards him. I open myself. I’m like a vessel, empty, but I want to be full. I lean up and open my mouth. He fills me. He pours himself into me and I let him fill me completely. I let him flow into me until I’m on fire. I’m burning. I’m burning and moaning. A deep, low sound is coming from my belly. I don’t sound like myself. I sound wild. I sound like an animal. The sound coming from me, isn’t a moan, it’s a call. A mating call. My mate hears me. He knows my call. He answers with a call of his own. A soft, low, growl. The sound reverberates through me. It echoes in my lips, my heart and every part of my body that’s pressed up against him.

My hands are around his neck and in his hair. We are both breathless. We’re gasping.

“What’s going on?” He says again.

“I want you.” I moan into his mouth, “I want you, Andy.”

Even though I know I should, I don’t wait. I can’t. I start pulling at his t-shirt. I start lifting it. He looks stunned and confused, but his eyes are dark with arousal. He lifts his arms up above his head and I pull his t-shirt off. I throw it down on the floor. A low moan rises up from my core. The sight of him like this, shirtless, open mouthed. In my grasp. It’s almost too much. My brain is thinking slowly. It’s not thinking in words. It’s thinking in sight and sound. It’s thinking in touch. My hands are shaking. They are shaking so much, but I touch him anyway. My hands are everywhere. They are all over his chest. I’m stroking his abs. I’m grabbing at his pecs and his arms. He’s hot and hard. I can’t get enough. My hands snake down. They are being pulled downward. Down to his dick.

The first time I touch him, I do it with a flat palm. The second I touch him, my hand curls around him. It clenches. I grab him hard. So hard, he gasps and bucks. He’s thick and solid. He pulses in my hand. I don’t stop. I stroke with one hand and I rip at his belt and his fly with the other. The whole time, my eyes don’t leave his. I see worlds in his eyes. Planets. Galaxies. I see the answers to every question I’ve ever had. I see it all. I don’t want to look away. Just the thought of it makes me ache. But another world is calling my name. A place that’s been calling me for a long time. Too long. Its call has gone unanswered for years. I have to answer now. I have to. It’s not calling vaguely now. Now, it’s saying my name. It’s calling loudly. It’s calling strong. I sink down to my knees. I do it without thinking. Without a clear plan. I simply answer the call.

“What’s happening right now?” He whispers.

He looks confused. His hair has fallen into his face. His lips are parted. Thick with desire. Even though he doesn’t understand exactly what’s happening, he knows what to do. He pushes his jeans and his briefs down. He shoves them out of the way.

I moan again, when I see him like that. His dick is perfection. It’s thick and straight. Uncut. It’s swollen and hard. Straining. My hands are on his hips and I pull him towards me. I lean my face into him. I press myself against him. I rub my face up and down the length of him. I press my nose as close to him as I can get and inhale deeply. He smells like Andy. Exactly like Andy. Just like the faint hint of him I’ve been smelling for years. This isn’t faint though. I found the source. I’m not just close, I’m shoved up against it. I rub my face and my mouth against him. He’s hot to the touch. Smooth and hot. I moan again. The sound rises inside me. It rises like a wave. It makes my back arch and just for a moment, I look up at him. He’s looking down at me in wonder. Awe. Astonishment. I don’t look for long. I take him in my hand and bring him to my mouth. He’s rigid and big. He fills my mouth. I lick him and stroke him. I take him into my mouth. I do it over and over. I try to consume almanbahis giriş him. I do it until he’s moaning, too. I do it until he steps back.

He pulls me up to my feet. My head spins from the sudden change in longitude. I’m dizzy. My vision is unclear. He kisses me again. This time, he kisses me like he owns me. He forces his tongue into my mouth. As he does it, he pushes me towards his bedroom. We stagger backwards. We crash into the door. He pulls off my t-shirt and then my belt. It lands on the floor with a hollow clank. He fumbles at my fly, stepping out of his own jeans at the same time. He pushes me down on the bed and pulls off my shoes and socks and then my jeans. We are both completely naked. I’m almost insane with desire. Seeing Andy like that, naked. Just muscle and skin. I can’t think. I can’t think anything. All I can do, is feel.

His hands are all over me. His big, beautiful hands. Hands that make art. Hands that make beautiful things. He inches them down my chest, down my belly. I try to lie still, but I can’t. My dick is screaming. It’s begging and straining. If he doesn’t touch me, I know I’ll go insane. I can’t talk though. I can’t form the words, so I can’t tell him. Thank God, it’s Andy and he knows me. He knows me better than anyone. He understands. He strokes me gently. Just a light touch. It’s enough though. It’s more than enough. Every muscle in my body tenses. They all tense hard. He takes me into his mouth, and I feel weak with relief. I look down and see myself disappear into his mouth, into his beautiful face. What he’s doing to me is unreal. He takes me and takes me. He takes more of me than I ever thought possible. Then he takes more. I feel the slick smoothness of his throat. It feels like he’s swallowing me. Swallowing me whole.

He has one hand on his dick. He’s stroking furiously. I can’t drag my eyes off him. I see the second he comes. He sprays all over. He moans on my dick. The sound resonates through me. I was hanging on by a thread anyway and the sound he makes reaches inside me and squeezes my soul. It damned nearly squeezes the life out of me. I come so hard everything goes black. It all goes away. The stress of the last couple of months, things with Ash, all the good-bye’s, the empty apartments, the thought of Andy drifting away, it all goes. It fades to black. Everything’s quiet. Perfect and peaceful. There’s nothing but pleasure. I feel like I’m floating. There’s nothing but Andy. There’s nothing but Andy and me.

“What the fuck is happening right now?” He whispers once more.

I can’t talk. I still don’t know words. So, I show him. I show him and then he shows me. We show each other until we can’t move. We show each other until we both fall asleep.

Falling asleep, is putting it mildly. Passing out, is probably a better description.

*

The next morning, I wake up late. It’s already light. I look around the room. Andy isn’t here, his side of the bed is cold. I notice there’s no pillow wedged between me and where he lay, so I guess that’s a good thing. I find my jeans in a crumpled heap on the floor and pull them on. I have a quick attack of nerves as I do it. Last night was wild. We were both out of control. It isn’t dark now. It’s light. That makes it feel different. That makes it feel real. I head into the living room to find him and to find out what reality looks like in the cold light of day.

He’s in the kitchen. He has his back turned to me. He has a pair of sweatpants on and nothing else.

“Hey.” I say.

It’s just a small word, but it doesn’t come out easily. It sounds a little breathless. Like I’ve been running, or something. His whole body tenses. I see the muscles in his back contract. He jumps noticeably at the sound of my voice and spins around quickly to face me.

“Morning,” he says, “a-are you okay?” His eyes are wide. He’s biting his top lip. Not biting it, really, just running his teeth over it, the way he does when he’s nervous, “Everything’s fine,” he adds quickly. So quickly, I’m not sure if he’s trying to convince me or if he’s trying to convince himself, “everything’s okay. It’s definitely all fine.”

I feel my eyebrows rising. I’ve seen him stressed and a little up-tight before, but I’ve never seen him like this.

“This kind of thing happens,” he continues, his voice is a little higher than usual and he’s talking so fast, his words are running into each other, “it happens from time to time. It doesn’t have to be a big deal. It’s fine. I mean, it’s weird, but it’s fine. I guess, i-it’s just one of those weird things that happened, but we won’t make it weird, so it just…it just won’t be weird.”

I burst out laughing at that. I don’t mean to, but I can’t help it. I can’t believe he’s using my line. I walk over to him. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter and I’m a metre or so away from him.

“Well,” I say, dragging my voice out as if I’m giving it serious thought. I dig deep. I dig deep into myself and find every shred of self-assurance I can muster, “I almanbahis yeni giriş think we could have got away with not making it weird, if we only came three times. I think the problem is the fourth time. I think that was one time too many. I think the fourth time just pushed this whole thing over the edge. Over the edge and right into serious weirdness.”

“It doesn’t have to.” He whispers, “It can still be fine. It doesn’t have change anything.”

I take another step towards him. “What if it does?” I’m so close to him now, we’re almost touching. I can see how much I’m affecting him. I can see how nervous he is. Seeing him like that, makes me feel better. I can see this means something to him. Hopefully, it means the same thing to him as it does to me. I take one more step, so that our hips are touching. “What if I want it to?”

He looks around the room in a daze. He blinks his eyes hard for a second and then looks at me, “What’s going on?”

“This.” I say, running my hand up his chest, curling my hand around his neck and pulling him towards me. I kiss him softly.

He gasps and pulls away, “But West, you’re straight. You, you like girls.”

Being close to him like this, is sending a charge through me. A deep, wave of desire. I’ve never felt less straight in my life. I shake my head, “Not straight,” I say, “definitely not straight.”

“But…”

“Want me to show you?”

He swallows hard. He looks confused, but he nods.

I take his hand and press it firmly against my dick. His eyes and his mouth fly open. I hold his hand against me and then I kiss him. The second my tongue finds his, my dick lurches. It lurches wildly, “See?”

He nods, but he still looks very uncertain.

“Okay,” I keep holding his hand in place and reach down with my other hand, I grab his dick and stroke it. The second I touch him, the effect of it hits me. Blood rushes south with such force, my head spins. My dick grows so hard and so fast, it makes him gasp, “See?” I say again.

His free hand flies up to his face. He presses it up against his lips. He dips his head slightly. He’s trying not to smile, but he can’t help it. His eyes are dancing. He likes what I’m saying. He likes what he has in his hand. He likes it, the same way I like what I have in my hand.

I can tell.

Even though Andy was making coffee when I found him, we don’t drink it. It goes cold. Ice cold. We get distracted. We get distracted all over the kitchen. All over the living room. We’re back in his bedroom, by the time we come up for air. He looks at his watch.

“My God,” he says, jumping up, “we’re supposed to be studying.”

It’s Saturday morning, it’s almost midday. My last exam is on Tuesday and Andy’s is on Wednesday. It’s crunch time.

“You’re right. We should study. We should eat something, then we should study.”

I feel lightheaded and shaky. We haven’t eaten all day. That’s at least part of the reason I’m shaky. The rest of the reason has something to do with the fact that Andy’s naked. Totally naked. He’s walking around without a stitch of clothing on. He’s moving around, the way he does. Languid. Slow. Sexy. He’s not covering himself with a towel, or trying to hide, the way he usually does when he gets changed in front of me. He’s not self-conscious at all. What he is, is beautiful. His body is beautiful. Long, lean limbs. Broad shoulders. Narrow hips. I already know his arms and his chest. I’ve been committing those parts of his body to memory for years. I’m used to seeing his legs. I see them when he swims or wears shorts. I haven’t seen the rest though. Not like this. I’ve only seen flashes of the rest. Stolen glances. He looks different like this. Naked everywhere. All at once. I can’t take my eyes off him.

He finds his sweatpants on the floor in the kitchen and pulls them on. I find mine, and get dressed, too. We make ourselves a sandwich and sit at the table and eat it. We don’t talk much. We were both starving. Every now and then he looks up at me and his eyes smile like crazy. They glisten as he looks across the table. He looks away when I catch him looking and takes another bite of his sandwich. His lips curl up as he does it. He’s trying not to smile, but he can’t help it. I’m smiling, too. I can’t help it either.

Afterwards, I ask if I can have a shower. He says, “Sure, the towels are in the cabinet and if you look in the top drawer, you should be able to find a toothbrush.”

I shower and then search the drawer for a toothbrush. I find a little stack of them. They’re the disposable toothbrushes you get on planes or in hotels. There are five or six of them, each individually wrapped.

I’m grateful to be cleaning my teeth, it’s not that I’m not. It’s just that as I do it, I can’t help thinking of all the other guys who have stood here in this bathroom, and cleaned their teeth, like I’m doing now. I feel a sick sense of dread. Of fear. Andy never keeps guys around for long.

Is it going to be different with me?

I hope so. I hope it’s different with me because it’s me. But I don’t really know this side of Andy and who knows what the future will bring? No one really knows. Especially not people who recently made a deliberate decision to choose the unknown.

The following is a swords and sorcery fantasy, with elements of magic, adventure, monsters, and lots of crazy sex. Please don’t take it too seriously, as its sensibilities are firmly tongue-in-cheek. My apologies to Howard, Tolkien, and Gygax.

All characters, locations, organizations, events, spells, unicorns, and fairies portrayed in this work are either products if the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, copyright 2021 by D. S. M. All persons involved are 18 years of age or older.

Chapter One: Into the Wild

Kasper Dunn lay awake in his bed, trying unsuccessfully to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be an eventful day and he knew he should rest, but his mind was racing. He was mentally preparing his backpack, running through check lists of items he would need for his great journey. Had he remembered to pack healing herbs in case he got injured? Divination crystals in case he got lost? An extra pairs of socks? He had to make sure he had everything he would need. Tomorrow was the day. Tomorrow he would become a man.

Well, maybe not tomorrow, specifically. But Kasper would be leaving his home in Port Toshiri to go on a pilgrimage to the monastery of Gai Sudor. There he would be anointed by the priests with the holy oil of Tarvo, a rite experienced by all young men in the land. When he returned to the little city on the Gulf of Ziag he would be a man in the eyes of the kingdom.

This was more than just a rite of passage. As a man, Kasper could finally begin his training to take his place at his father’s side, a full partner in their shipping business. Kasper loved his father very much and he yearned for the day he could be truly useful to his endeavors. He would ‘prentice with one of his father’s captains, sail the seas of the wild Aerth, and have adventures! He would bring back spices and gold from faraway lands! Most importantly, he would be able to do more for his father than be an errand boy.

But before any of that could happen, Kasper would have to fall asleep. His mind drifted away from his preparations to the leagues of wilderness between Port Toshiri and the monastery. It would be a long journey, but not particularly dangerous. Most pilgrims took the Dothan road to the east, then north along the eastern coast to the monastery. It was a well known and well-traveled road. There were always the possibility of getting lost, or falling down, or running into bandits, but those chances were slim. Kasper had training with a sword, and knew some basic magics so he wasn’t too worried. There was even a part of him that hoped he might run into a monster or two!

When Bollar Rast, one of the captains in his father’s fleet, heard Kaspar was preparing for his pilgrimage, he called the youth to the cabin of his ship, The Griffin. The captain was quite fond of Kasper, and wanted to give him a gift before he left port. Rast was a great bear of a man, tall, broad of chest and thick of arm. He had fiery red hair and a braided beard that Kasper envied. When Kasper arrived, the large man took him in his arms and gave him a bug hug.

“Kasper m’boy!”

“Hello Captain.”

“I heard you were leaving on your pilgrimage next month. Alas, I’ll be across the waters, but I wanted to give you this.

He handed the youth a book.

“What’s this Sir?”

“That is a copy of ‘Wyn and Dward’s Bestiary’. Study it well! It just might save your life when you are out in the wilderness!”

Kasper thanked him for the generous gift before taking his leave. And he took the handsome captains advice to heart. ‘The Bestiary’ was written by world famous dwarven biologists. The book detailed the various creatures one might encounter in the wild world. From imps to dragons, to things without name, Kaspar was enthralled by the strange monsters. He read the book from cover to cover many times over the following month. While he knew he would likely run into nothing more dangerous than the occasional band of thieving pixies on his pilgrimage, he still felt it was best to be prepared.

After hours of restlessness, Kasper’s eyes finally closed and he drifted off into a fitful to sleep. Thoughts of monsters and checklists filled his dreams.

Kasper was up well before dawn. Too excited to be tired, he ran from his small bedroom downstairs to the kitchen where he found his father and grandmother waiting. He father was checking his pack and his grandmother was busy at the stove.

The older man opened his arms wide in greeting. “There he is!” he boomed. Werner Dunn never said anything when he had the opportunity to bellow. “The day of his pilgrimage! Let me look at you boy!” He grabbed Kasper in a rough bear-hug.

Kasper was a good looking youth. Tall for his age, slender but well defined by his training and his work. He had blonde hair that hung to the nape of his neck, a length that his grandmother said was entirely too long to be respectable. His eyes were the blue of the sea, and had caught the attention of many of the ladies of the city, and quite a few of the almanbahis men.

For his part, Kasper felt he was too skinny, too youthful looking, and entirely too clumsy. He spent his days around the port and enjoyed the rough and tumble sailors as they brought their ships into the docks. He marveled at their agility as they flew across the rigging, and admired the way their muscles would bulge and move as they worked. He hoped that he could be like them one day. Kasper’s father had been slender in his youth too. Years of working as a sailor, then a ship captain, had shaped Werner into a big barrel of a man. Kasper had hoped he would follow his father’s example and would fill out as he got older.

“Dad, you’re squeezing me too tight!”

His father laughed and let him go. “Sorry, son. It wouldn’t do to send you out into the world with a cracked rib!”

Kasper sat down at the table. His grandmother brought over a bowl of steaming porridge. “My little boy. I can’t believe you are old enough to make the pilgrimage. It seems like I was just changing your little nappies.”

Kasper blushed. “Grandma-“

“Now you eat every bite of this. It will give you strength.” The older woman sighed. “I never understood this pilgrimage foolishness. Dangerous and stupid if you ask me.”

“Oh now, mother. All boys make the pilgrimage. It’s perfectly safe. This isn’t exactly the Northlands, you know.”

“You don’t see us women folk trekking halfway across the kingdom!”

Kasper smiled at the now familiar argument.

“That’s because it’s a guy thing, mother.”

“It’s because us women have more sense.”

Kasper heard his father “Harrumph” as he gulped down the last of his porridge. “I better get going.”

“That’s my boy. I’ll walk with you!”

After a hug and a few tears from his grandmother, Kasper walked out the door, his pack on his back. It was the last time he would leave his house as a boy. When he returned, he would be a man.

The father and son walked and talked until they reached the great gate in the outer wall. Kasper looked to the road that led out of the city. He could almost feel the wild world calling out to him. His father put his hand on Kasper’s shoulder. “Before you go, son, I have something for you.” He reached down, and unbuckled his sword from his belt. “I want you to take this with you.”

Kasper was surprised. It was his father’s best sword. “Really?”

“Yes, but you better bring it back in one piece.”

Kasper gave his father a hug. “Thank you!”

“Now, let me give you a little advice. I know you yearn for a bit of adventure. Skip the Dothan road. Head north along the coast for two days before cutting inland at the Vass River. Follow the river to the north east. It’s easy county and will save you at least a few days journey.”

“Thank you! I will.”

Kasper walked beyond the city wall, just at the sun’s first rays were bathing the countryside in a golden glow.

“Enjoy your pilgrimage, son. May the Gods keep you safe. And be careful!”

“I will! See you soon!”

With that, Kasper turned and walked away from Port Toshiri and into the wild world.

——–

Many hours later, Kasper found himself attempting to start a campfire but having little success. A traveling pyromancer had once taught him a quick-fire spell but Kasper had never been able to get it to work right. He made a gesture, said a couple of magic words…and nothing. Finally he gave up and struck a piece of flint into the tinder.

Kasper sat back as the fire took hold. The sun had set and he had made camp in the woods near the coast. He was pleased with the first day of his pilgrimage. The night was cool but not cold and the fire was warm. He couldn’t help but smile as he took a drink from one of his water skins. He had made good day’s progress. Things were going well.

The warm fire was quickly lulling him to sleep. The excitement and exertion of the last few days had caught up with him, and he was ready to crash. The boy had just settled into his bedroll when he heard a dry snap of a branch come echoing out of the surrounding woods. He was up in a flash, eyes, wide and searching all around. He strained to hear more, to see if he could hear the direction of the sounds, but heard nothing.

As his breathing returned to normal, he threw another log onto his camp fire and stoked the flames with a stick. Kasper lay back down, but sleep didn’t come immediately. He was listening to the darkness now. He heard the wind in the trees, the rustling of the leaves. He heard crickets singing, and frogs croaking. There must be a lake nearby, he thought, as his eyes blinked shut. I’ll need fresh water tomorrow…

He was quite soundly asleep when something landed with a thud on top of him. He flailed around wildly as he tried to fight it off, but his arms and legs were grabbed at by powerful claws. He tried to roll away but it was no use. The claws kept pulling him back. Jasper remembered his father’s sword. He looked around almanbahis giriş frantically before realizing he had left the weapon next to his pack, several arm lengths away. He was unarmed!

Three creatures had emerged from the darkness and were now holding him fast. In the dim light from his fire, Kasper could see that thy were pale green and naked except for crude leather loincloths wrapped around their waists. Their arms and legs slightly longer than Kasper’s own. They had long pointed ears set back from their flat faces. Their mouths were wide, and filled with sharp teeth and long tongues. Kasper’s eyes widened as he recognized the creatures. They were grimlyns!

Kasper had heard many tales of the creatures, and had studied their entry in ‘The Bestiary’. These creatures were well known for their troublesome and mischievous ways. The men on the docks would tell stories of grimlyns poking holes in boats, fouling fishing nets or stealing tackle. Sometimes they would climb up onto the sailing ships and tie knots in the rigging. There were even tales of the creatures luring sailors to their doom.

Jasper felt a pair of grimlyn claws grip his wrists like iron bands and another set locked onto his ankles. Their thin arms were surprisingly strong. They held him stretched out on the ground. The third grimlyn, the one that had landed on top of him, was slowly crawling up his body. It opened its mouth in a toothy grin. “Pretty,” it screeched.

Pretty? thought Kasper. Did it just say pretty? The creature was in Kasper’s face now. It leered down at him, an evil glint in its eye. It leaned in and licked him across his face. Kasper opened his mouth to shout but the creature unexpectedly swooped in for a slimy kiss. Before he knew what was happening, his mouth was full of the creature’s twisting tongue.

Kasper desperately wanted to cry out, but the long tongue snaking its way into his mouth kept him from making more than a whimper. He felt the creature probing into the back of his throat while the others began to tug at his clothes. His mouth started to tingle. He remembered reading something in ‘The Bestiary’ about grimlyns having toxic fluids. Was it poisoning him? Were they going to kill him?

Kasper felt something hard grinding into his abdomen. He jerked his head enough to see the creature’s sizable cock had been freed from its wrappings and was now pushing against his body. ‘Oh gods, thought Kasper. This can’t be happening to me!’

But something was happening to Kasper. His body felt strangely warm. Unbelievably, his cock was getting hard in his pants, and the grimlyn ground himself against it. It withdrew its tongue and licked him again across his face, leaving a slimy trail. The other two creatures continued to hold his arms and legs were now sporting erections of their own. The creature on top of him began to work open Kasper’s pants with its nimble claws. Soon Kasper’s cock was out, the creature licked it up and down. A sudden warmth filled the appendage, causing the young man to groan wantonly. With nothing else he could do, Kasper closed his eyes and waited for his fate.

Then, there was a crash, and the grimlyn on his body was gone. He could hear the creatures scream and hiss. There was another crash, and his hands and feet were free. Then silence. Kasper opened one eye. A man stood looking down at him.

“You looked like you could use some help, boy.”

Kasper pushed himself up and looked around. The three creatures lay dead, green blood soaking into the earth. He couldn’t believe it. He was free. He looked to his savior, at a complete loss for words.

“I…they were…I was…”

The man smirked. “You’re welcome.”

Kasper looked at the man. He held a sword, still dripping with ichor. He was wearing a dark green hood and cloak that seemed to shimmer in the darkness. An elven cloak…

“You’re a ranger?”

“That’s right. And you’re lucky I came along.”

The youth remembered that his cock was still hanging out. He went to push it back into his britches, but the touch caused a flash of heat that raced through Kasper’s body. His cock felt like iron. Something was wrong.

“I think it poisoned me.”

“Relax, boy. It’s just a little grimlyn kiss. It won’t hurt you…permanently. Stuff’s is a powerful aphrodisiac, though.”

“A what?”

The ranger laughed as he cleaned and sheathed his sword. “It’s going to make you a horny little bunny for a while.” He proceeded to kneel next to one of the dead grimlyns with a small glass bottle. He used it to scoop up some drool from its mouth and sealed it shut. “Quite useful stuff, actually.”

Kasper’s eyes grew wide. “Oh,” he stuttered. Despite growing up on the docks with the sailors and the dockworkers, Kasper was clueless when it came to sex. That is to say, he had heard many of the stories the men told, but little of the practical application.

“Gather your things. We’re moving upwind of the bodies.”

Kasper scrambled to grab his stuff while hiding his ranging almanbahis yeni giriş hard on. The ranger stomped out the little fire and moved into the darkness. Kasper quickly followed.

“Be grateful it was only spit. Had one of them shot its seed in you-” The man laughed. “You would have lost your mind. They would have used your holes for days and you would have been beyond caring, begging for more.”

Kasper shuddered, but was unsure if it was with fear or desire. He could feel the creatures’ toxins making him think strange thoughts. He stumbled behind the ranger as he moved through the trees.

“You can’t make your camp too close to the sea in the wilderness these days. There’s a little cove just beyond those trees. They must have come up from there.”

“Oh,” mumbled Kasper. They walked in silence for a few minutes. Kasper couldn’t seem to get his brain to work properly. His mind was fuzzy and his dick was still hard. Finally he asked, “What were you doing way out here, sir?”

“I’m a ranger. It’s kind of what we do.”

“Oh, right,”

The ranger moved on through the darkness, and Kasper followed behind. After some distance the ranger stopped in a clearing and started to build a fire. It was blazing nicely when Kasper finally caught up.

“Put your stuff down. This should be far enough. They won’t come this far from the water.”

Kasper dropped his pack before sitting on the ground beside the fire. The ranger had removed his cloak, and sat comfortably on a fallen log.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.” Kasper smiled. He felt more than fine. Warm too. And horny!

The man laughed. “I bet you are. Must have got a pretty good dose.”

In the firelight, Kasper was able to get a good look at the ranger. He found himself thinking that the man was handsome, in a rough sort of way. He had a hard face, a face that had seen trouble and battle. He was older, but not as old as his father. He wasn’t particularly tall, but he had a nice athletic build. He had long hair like Kasper, but it was tied back with a strip of leather. It was sexy.

“I can definitely feel it. My cock won’t go down.” Had he said that out loud?

“I noticed,” said the ranger. Kasper giggled. He couldn’t help but wonder why is this was all so funny.

“Well, by the Gods boy, do something about it! It’s like a troll fart in a crowded room: It can’t be ignored.”

Kasper was no stranger to the concept of self-love. He was a healthy adolescent, after all. And the grimlyn toxin had his libido working overtime. Still, he was surprised by the suggestion. He found himself reaching downward before he even realized his hand was moving. He began to rub his bulge through the fabric of his pants. His breathing grew heavy, his eyes half closed in pleasure. What was he doing?

Kasper stopped, shocked at his behavior. Was he really going to jerk off in front of a stranger? Guiltily he looked over at the man. “I…”

“Don’t stop on my account, boy. Hells, maybe I’ll join you.” The man reached down and grabbed his own growing bulge. A small groan slipped from Kasper’s lips.

“Like that idea, do ya? Why don’t you come over here?”

Kasper was up like a flash and sat next the handsome ranger. The younger man undid his pants, and his slim cock now waved in the wind. Kasper gripped it lightly, as even the slightest touch sent tingles though his body. The older man soon freed his own member, a modest piece that hardened quickly to a nice thickness.

Kasper watched with hooded eyes as the ranger began to pump up and down on his dick. While he had seen many a naked man, he had never seen another man jack off before.

“You like that, boy?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Why don’t you touch it?”

Without hesitation, Kasper reached out and took the man’s cock in his hand. It was warm and full. He worked his hand up and down the shaft, causing a drop of precum to leak from the head. The ranger reached over and grabbed the youngsters cock, and Kasper’s eyes rolled up into his head. He had jacked off lots of times but this time, the sensation was too intense. He had never felt anything like it. He pushed the man’s hand away.

“Too much.”

“No such thing,” the ranger grinned a roguish grin. “Why don’t you get down and give mine a closer look. Maybe give it a little kiss.”

Some part of Kasper’s mind wasn’t sure that was a good idea, but he found himself on his knees, the man’s cock looming up in front of him. He reached up and bought the tip to his mouth, and gave the soft tip a kiss. The taste of his precum hit his lips, and fireworks went off inside his brain. He wanted more!

Kasper licked the head of the rangers cock, and he felt the older man shudder.

“That’s nice,” he said. “Try sucking on it.”

Kasper was beyond thoughts of right or wrong. He just wanted more. He licked up and down the shaft a few times, before wrapping his lips around the glans. More precum leaked into his mouth and he savored the taste. He started sucking harder, moving his lips up and down.

“That’s it boy. Nice and easy. Watch your teeth,” the ranger coached as Kasper enjoyed sucking his first cock.

This is amazing, he thought. I’ve heard the stories but never really thought…