Aylar: Ekim 2023

I was staring out my office window at the worst blizzard in New York history when the phone rang. I answered the ring and recognized the voice on the other end. Eric was calling from his house in the Keys.

Eric is a successful advertising executive with a house in Key Largo, a condo in New York, and offices in New York and Miami.

In addition, Eric is an alpha male muscle bear who I have been enthralled with since I first saw him working out at the gym.

“How are you doing little buddy?” he asked.

“I saw on the Weather Channel that you were right in the middle of a huge blizzard and thought that you should get away for the weekend and head down here.”

“Eric thanks for the invitation but I’m so busy with work there is no way I can get away even for a day.”

“Little buddy I don’t think you understand what I’m saying. I’m not inviting you. I’m telling you I want you here on Friday.”

Well Eric is clearly an alpha male who, when he tells me to do something, expects me to do it.

I knew I could rearrange the things I needed to get done at work and that I could also work on the plane.

Eric gave me the confirmation number of my ticket, the code to get into his house, and told me what time a driver would pick me up to take me to the airport.

We talked for several minutes. He joked that after word had gotten out that he was in the Keys, except for the husbands who enjoyed being cuckold by Eric, it seemed the other husbands in the neighborhood had a close watch on their wives and weren’t letting them out to play.

I think he was alerting me to the fact that he was horny and that when I got to Key Largo it would be my job to take care of that.

He also told me that he had been working out with a Personal Trainer six days a week Kadıköy travesti for the past couple months, and was looking forward to showing me the results. Eric had always enjoyed working out and had a muscular body that responded well to lifting weights. He had decided to see just what the results would be if he went all out.

When I arrived in Miami on Friday, Eric had a limo meet me at the airport to take me down to his house in Key Largo. He had told me he had a business meeting Friday afternoon and that I should make myself at home until he got there.

The first thing I did when I got to his house was to change into my swimming briefs and head out to the pool. Catching a few rays in February would be a real treat.

After an hour or so I heard a car door slam. I looked through the slats in the pool cage and saw it was Eric being dropped off by company limo.

Although I also had been working out and was looking forward to showing off for Eric, I still felt a little self conscious greeting him in his business suit and me only wearing swimming briefs. But wanting to show off over came being self conscious and I was wearing the briefs when I went to the front door to greet him.

When he opened the front door and saw me, he smiled, gave me a big bear hug, lifted me up, and gave me a deep tongue kiss.

He set me down and said “Little buddy it’s great to see you. You’re really looking good. Fix me a drink while I change out of this suit and into something more comfortable and I’ll meet you at the pool.”

When Eric came back out I saw he hadn’t changed into something more comfortable. He was naked, and the first thing that always gets my attention when I see him naked is that big man’s cock of his. But apart from that, I just wasn’t prepared Kurtköy travesti for the results he had gotten from his six day a week workouts. He was bigger and more ripped than I’d ever seen.

“Well what do you think?” he asked as he flexed.

“You look awesome. What I think is that when your sessions with this Personal Trainer are over you’re going to need to give him a big tip” I said.

“I’m glad you’re impressed” he said.

He smiled, flexed again to show off his new muscles, took the drink I handed him, and walked over and sat down on one of the deck chairs.

I joined him. We talked, but after a few minutes he could tell I was distracted as I kept glancing at the results of his current workout routine. Seeing this new and even more impressive Eric had gotten my dick standing at attention.

He looked at my crotch and said “I think it might be a good idea to cool you down a bit. Let’s get in the water.”

He took me by the hand and walked me over to where we each picked out a float. Before we got into the pool, he bent down and gave me another deep tongue kiss. As we floated around the pool the contrast between his hirsute muscular body and my decidedly smoother smaller dimensions was pretty striking.

I finally said “Eric, I’ve never seen you look more powerful.”

He smiled. Lifted me off my float, flipped me over his shoulder, carried me into the house, and threw me on the bed. With a quick movement he pulled my briefs off with one hand and wrapped his other hand around my hard dick and began to stroke it.

He then let loose of my dick and went down between my legs and began to give me a fantastic blow job. When I erupted he took in every last drop of my cum, not spilling a drop. I was surprised that alpha male Eric Pendik travesti would swallow another man’s cum. He never had before.

But the surprise didn’t last long because Eric then moved up to my mouth and with his thick tongue forced me to take in every drop of my own cum.

He said “Swallow little man.” Which I obediently did.

Eric laid on his stomach. “Little buddy before I put that talented mouth of yours to work, I think I’d like one of your famous back rubs.”

I straddled his body, positioned my dick on his butt crack, and began to massage the muscles of his shoulders and arms. His muscles felt like steel velvet. It wasn’t long before I was hard again.

When my massage was done Eric began to roll over.

“All right little buddy, brace yourself.”

What came into view was Eric’s huge throbbing cock; bigger than I’d ever seen it.

Eric laid me on my back, grabbed my ankles, and pushed my knees to my chest. He began to rub his big man’s cock on my much smaller hard dick. It wasn’t long before Eric erupted a huge volume of cum and spewed all over my chest and face.

He rolled onto his back, pulled me to his chest, and put a muscular arm around me. I curled into his chest and laid there contentedly for several minutes.

When I squirmed to get up, he asked “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I thought we were done” I said.

“Little buddy we’re done when I say we’re done.” he said.

As Eric said that his cock began to twitch and grow hard again. When his cock was fully erect and throbbing it seemed even bigger than it had been the first time. I grabbed his huge hard-on and began to rub it, lick it, kiss it , stroke it, and suck it for all I was worth.

Eric soon erupted again and spewed cum everywhere. Eric smiled and it seemed to me that he was getting a real kick covering me with his cum.

After laying there for a while, Eric said “Little buddy that was fun. But I don’t want to wear you out just yet. I say we hop into the shower and then head out and get a bite to eat.”

Ryan looked around the restaurant he worked in one last time at the end of his shift. By this time tomorrow he would be far away from the little town he had been born and raised in. Now all he had to do was tell Chris, who was about the closest thing he had to a friend.

Chris and Ryan had worked together for close on a year and even though, at twenty two, Chris was a year younger he had always seemed older to Ryan. Perhaps that was because he was fairly level headed, or perhaps it was because of all that dark, silky fir on his chest and arms. It was Chris who had shown Ryan the ropes at the restaurant and taught him the job, so it was only fair that he say goodbye. Ryan wasn’t even going to bother telling his boss; the first he would know that Ryan wasn’t coming back was when he didn’t show up for his shift.

‘I just wanted to say goodbye,’ Ryan said as he stuck out his hand. ‘I’m leaving town tomorrow.’

‘Why do you want to do that?’ Chris asked.

‘There are things I need that I just can’t get in a place like this.’ Ryan said.

Suddenly Chris’ curiosity was aroused. His face flushed and his mouth felt like sandpaper as he tried to speak.

‘I…I don’t understand.’ Chris lowered his voice as he looked directly into Ryan’s big blue eyes. ‘What is it you need that you can’t get here?’

‘I can’t talk about it.’ Ryan replied. He was torn: a part of him was secretly pleased that Chris looked so cut up that he was leaving – at least now he knew that someone would miss him when he left – but he was sad too that he couldn’t share his secret with Chris.

‘So that’s it huh?’ Chris sounded wounded. ‘You’re just gonna up sticks and leave without even saying why.’

‘Look, I’m gay, okay.’ The words just tumbled out of Ryan’s mouth before he could reign them in. ‘I’m probably the only gay guy in this whole damn place and I’m never gonna get any action. Not like you and all the girls you keep dating.’

Chris was nervous as he looked around, not only that other people might hear was he was about to tell Ryan, but it was something he had hardly admitted to himself.

‘It’s not all you think it is.’ Chris said softly. ‘I’m still a virgin.’

‘Really?’ Ryan was surprised and somehow secretly delighted. ‘Why? I don’t understand.’

The boss was waiting to lock up so they moved from the back of the restaurant to the exit. There was an awkward moment in the car park as the stood in silence, each unsure if they had revealed too much.

‘Come back to my place.’ Chris said and the tension, of one kind, was broken but another was surfacing in Ryan’s work pants. His cock throbbed all the way over on the short drive to Chris’ place. Where was this heading, he wondered, and could he handle it? Ryan told himself that at least if he fucked up tonight and embarrassed himself with Chris he was leaving in the morning and could put it all behind him.

Chris had his own apartment Göztepe travesti which was something that Ryan envied. Part of the reason he wanted to get out of town was to be independent and get out from under his parents’ feet; he knew that as long as he lived in the same town as them they would never understand why he would want to live on his own when they had plenty of room in the house. How Chris was able to afford his own apartment was something that Ryan could never quite work out but when he saw how run-down and stark the apartment was he began to understand.

‘Sorry, it’s a bit of dump.’ Chris apologised.

‘At least it is your own, to do what you like in.’ Ryan said.

‘Yeah, but the thing I want to do here I can’t do because I can’t find anyone to do it with.’ Chris said.

Ryan was suddenly aware of the pounding of his heart. It was so loud and insistent he was certain that the people in the house at the end of the street could hear it. His head was in a spin and he felt decidedly giddy. He gratefully accepted the cold beer Chris pressed into his hand and took a long swig.

‘What…what..er…ummm..what is it you want to do?’ he stammered.

‘You might think you’re the only gay guy in town but you’d be wrong.’ Chris said.

It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He saw Ryan’s already big blue eyes widen in surprise and his thick black eyebrows lift higher. His usually pink cheeks were flushed a deep red and his tongue darted out and licked his sexy red lips. Chris had never seen him looking so hot before and he knew in that instant he had to take a chance.

‘You mean you’re…’ Ryan didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence as Chris stepped up to him and took him in his arms and pressed his lips up close and Ryan melted in his arm as his lips parted and Chris tongue traced over his neat, straight teeth before duelling with his tongue. In his excitement Ryan dropped his beer and pulled away to see it pouring into the carpet.

‘Leave that.’ Chris said as he once more took the sexy young stud into his arms. Chris’ cock felt full to bursting point. In all the times he had fooled around with girls it had never felt so hard and a kiss had never been so sweet. He now knew the answer to the question that he had been bugging him for the last six months. He could feel Ryan’s hard cock crushed up against his own as their hands roamed all over each other’s backs and tight little bubble butts.

It was Ryan who pulled away first. He cupped his hands around Chris’ handsome face and gazed into his warm brown eyes.

‘What?’ Chris asked.

‘I think I’m in love already.’

In reply Chris moved in for another desperately hunger yet achingly tender kiss. Electric sparks raced through his veins and stimulated nerves he didn’t even know he had. His thick cock was glued to his underpants where all of his excitement juice had oozed out; the Küçükyalı travesti hunger in his loins was growing ever more urgent and he grabbed a hold of Ryan’s firm, round ass to let him know just exactly what he wanted tonight.

Wild horses couldn’t have dragged Ryan away from that apartment and his date with destiny. Tonight he would achieve all he had ever longed for and with the very person that he had so often daydreamed about. He had to pinch himself to make sure it wasn’t a dream. He had fully expected his first time to be with some older man in a dark alley with a whole lot of lust but not much love. But here he was being kissed like his were the most precious pair of lips in the world, and the hunger he could feel through Chris’ work pants made his asshole twitch. This was the man of his dreams and young love heightened all of his senses.

‘You’re beautiful.’ Chris whispered as he began to unbutton Ryan’s shirt. The younger guy kissed his lover’s neck as his hands stroked the warm, smooth skin of his chest. A surge of excitement shot through Chris as his fingers brushed over the tiny little nubs of Ryan’s nipples. He pushed Ryan’s arms up above his head and very gently kissed his little soldiers until they jutted out away from his chest. Ryan’s moan was just the horniest thing Chris had ever heard, hornier even than the moans that escaped Missy’ throat every time Chris had fingered her. Chris was in a daze as he came off his lover’s nipples and saw his closed eyes with their long, long lashes and that pretty face all flushed with excitement. He buried his face in Ryan’s left armpit and licked it, making Ryan quiver in delight.

When Chris was done licking both armpits he kissed down Ryan’s neck and onto his shoulders and then slowly kissed down his smooth chest and flat stomach. Ryan moaned out loud as Chris dropped to his knees and tugged on Ryan’s fly. A few moments later Ryan’s eight inch cock sprung free as Chris tugged his pants and underpants down to his ankles. Ryan’s cock head felt so incredibly delicious as his foreskin had retracted and the secretion coated surface was now exposed to the air. Seconds later he groaned out loud in astonishment as the warmth and slickness of Chris mouth enveloped his straining cock. Shit! The feeling was just plain out of this world. He could feel his knees buckle as he pressed his hands onto Chris’ broad shoulders for support. Seconds later the world stopped turning as his cock started to spew the most amazing volume of joy juice he had ever known.

‘I’m sorry…I’m sorry.’ He apologised as he floated back down to earth and saw Chris rise to his feet, still licking his lips.

‘That’s okay.’ Chris said. ‘Come sit down a while. We’ve got loads to talk about.’

But as much as he wanted to talk Ryan knew that would have to wait. As soon as they were on the beat-up sofa he began tugging on Chris clothes and soon had him naked. And Avrupa yakası travesti what a fine sight he was. His olive skin was warm and surprisingly soft and silky where it wasn’t covered by sexy, dark fur. His body was muscular and well developed, especially his hairy thighs; and as for the size of his furry nuts and thick cock, Ryan lust just rose higher and higher the longer he gazed at them. He was torn between going straight in for cock and balls or savouring the whole delicious package that was Chris with his handsome face and sexy eyes and firm, hard young body.

Ryan moved in closer and stroked Chris’ furry chest. His red nipples might have been lost in all that fur if they hadn’t been so prominent and Ryan took a few moments to worry them between his teeth and tongue. His own cock was starting to re-inflate as he kissed his lover’s neck and then moved onto his shapely lips. Their tongues once more probed each other’s mouths as Chris pulled Ryan towards him. Ryan straddled Chris’ lap and he could feel Chris’ thick cock and hairy balls mashed up against his own smooth balls and slender eight inch wanger. As he kissed he gently brushed his body up and down against Chris’, leaving snails’ trails of precum on Chris’ thick cock and belly. He could feel Chris’ warm hands stroking down his back and now stroking lower, cupping the cheeks of his ass and pulling them apart. Ryan just about jumped out of his skin as Chris finger brushed past his virgin pucker hole.

‘I need to cum, I need to come real quick.’ Chris pleaded.

As much as Ryan would have loved to have that big cock up his chute he knew that would have to wait until some other time. He climbed off Chris and got down on his knees in front of him. Ryan’s hands stroked up and down Chris’ hairy thighs a couple of times as the young stud bucked about on the sofa, thrusting his thick cock into his fist. He was absolutely desperate to get his rocks off; it was as if his cum was burning a hole in his ball sac. Ryan lowered his head now and unclenched Chris fist and replaced it with his own. He started nibbling on Chris’ big nuts, intoxicated by the sexual heat and funk of a pair of big, hairy balls. He could tell that Chris was real close so he came off his balls and took his crimson cock head into his mouth. His lips and mouth suctioned as his hand stroked that thick, beautiful piece of meat. Chris grabbed hold of Ryan’s pretty head as the magic of his warm, wet mouth brought him closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly he could fight it no more and he groaned out loud as his big balls lasted out a red hot load of tasty jizz.

When Ryan came up for air he still had a string of jism drooling out the corner of his mouth and Chris pulled him close and tasted his own tangy fuck sauce on his lover’s lips.

‘We need to find somewhere decent for us to live.’ Chris said when at last he was able to speak.

‘Does that mean that you…me, us?’ Ryan was so emotional that he could hardly get the words out.

‘It sure does,’ Chris replied ‘for as long as you want me,’

‘That will be forever and ever, then.’ Ryan replied as he snuggled up to his newfound lover and felt his strong arms close about him.

Copyright Daniel Blue

The road was desolate, owing to the late hour. Duke checked his watch. It was 2 AM and the moon was high in the sky. He walked silently towards the destination he had visited many times before. Only this time, it would not be for merriment or for drinks.

The red and blue neon sign at Crazy Mongers was still on, dazzling brightly on the otherwise deserted road. He crossed the road treading softly, easily walking across the junction that would be any pedestrian’s nightmare during daytime.

And as he headed towards the unknown, he could not help but think back to the conversation that he had had with Christian just before they parted a couple of hours earlier; when they stood at the expressway intersection that would branch them off into different cities.

“So BadgerKing, I guess we part ways here.”

Duke, a little peeved had haughtily answered back. “Yeah Chris, I guess we do.”

Christian looked to his companion’s face, trying to read his expression in the dark.

“No one calls me Chris you know. In fact I’m not too fond of it.”

Duke pounced on that without missing a beat. “Then stop calling me BadgerKing!”

Duke’s reply had been a forced one; almost spiteful. The two had stood silently for a minute before Christian patted his shoulder and headed off into the darkness.

Duke swallowed as the memory played itself through his head. He had not been so much annoyed at being called BadgerKing as he had at the overwhelming probability of the fact that they would never meet again. And now walking towards the bar that Christian had told him to head towards to find Zelderman, he wished he had never met Christian in the first place, and that though made his stomach churn. Then maybe he wouldn’t have been in such a pathetic position now.

He sighed as he pushed the maze of thoughts out of his head and stood looking up at the glowing sign of the bar. It was beckoning him to come inside, like a spider enticing a fly to enter its lair.

He gulped and closed his eyes tight as he thought about meeting the beautiful and lethal Miss Zelderman. The last time he had met her, he could hardly wait to get out of her terrifying presence, being relieved beyond words to get out of her aura when he had finally acquired what he wanted form her. And now he was being forced to walk right back to her. He reopened his eyes and with newly mustered courage walked into the bar, swinging the door open.

The insides were sparsely lit. It took a few moments for his eyes to get accustomed to the dim lighting. And when they did, he could make out that the bar was now closed, or almost was.

The first thing Duke noticed as he glanced around was that the place was in a mess, or rather very different from when he usually visited it. There was the silhouette of an old-fashioned movie projector stationed on its tall tripod legs at the entrance and bags of pop corn and party hats and ribbons were strewn everywhere. The place apparently had had some sort of a theme party night. He had been dragged to Crazy Mongers on ample occasions earlier by an over eager Damien to know that the place was famous for its themed nights. A crazy thought went through his head as he thought about how he had missed out on the festivities which must have been taking place till about an hour or so ago.

He never stayed back so late at Crazy Mongers to actually know what time the bar would shut its doors to customers, but at the time there was not a single patron left in the bar. All save the massive frame of a very large and obese man who barely fit on a barstool with his head buried in his arms, peacefully snoring away at the counter, slumping his massive frame which threatened to tip over and crash to the floor at any instant.

And there was the bartender, Duke recognized him from his bald head and signature apron, polishing away glasses and bottles with a white kerchief; an activity he stopped as soon as his eyes fell on Duke. Something along the lines of “We’re closed”, was about to leave his mouth before he suddenly paused and fished out a cell phone.

Apparently Duke’s arrival was being awaited.

And things happened quickly then. The rustle of curtains to the left of Duke signaled the entry of two large hulky men into the bar from a private area and Duke was caught hold of by both shoulders and forced to move in tandem with the two behemoths. A haze of stumbled movements, and growling titans shoved him past a colossal glass cuboid that was apparently a pop corn machine. The words ’60’s MOVIE NIGHT’ splashed in golden glitter that glowed in the dim light confirmed that it had indeed been a theme night. And Duke sighed as he realized the senseless thoughts running through his head at such a time.

The two led him towards a wooden staircase that he had never noticed before, dragging the half-complying man along, forcing him to take two steps at a time as they hurried him to what Duke knew was the inevitable.

“You’re in deep shit you know,” One of the guards snarled in his ear.

Duke nodded his head acknowledging he İzmir Travesti knew as he wondered if the two escorting him were the same two men that had ushered him to meet Zelderman earlier.

“Why the fuck you alone?” the other whispered leaving Duke puzzled.

But he hardly got the time to process what was said. They led him to a mahogany door rich in carvings and paused as they turned him round and about, frisking his jacket and pants. Duke watched in dismay as his Colt and cartridges were confiscated by the men and at last when they felt satisfied at having rummaged through him properly, they flung open the massive door and pushed Duke inside.

Duke shrugged his shoulders to straighten his jacket as the door slammed behind him; the two hulks folding their arms across their chests as they stood on either side of the door.

Duke’s eyes roamed across the room as he took in the sweet fragrance and the gaudy decoration of lilies and wooden carvings that adorned the room.

“So where’s your friend, favi?”

Duke’s body temperature dipped five degrees as he heard that unmistakable voice. He slowly turned towards the direction where it came from.

There was Zelderman, sitting on a tiger skin, draped over an auburn sofa, in a bright pink tight coat and white undershirt, her long legs crossed, jutting out of a short pink skirt. She had a cigarette in one hand and a flimsy flute in the other. The glass was filled with a fluorescent green fluid that glowed and bubbled eerily in the dark. Duke’s eyes almost hurt as he took note of Zelderman and her dazzling clash of colors through the floral display of white lilies.

He gulped as he regained some composure. And suddenly he realized he had no idea why he was there. His mind seemed to be betraying him too for all he could think of was whether he had disturbed Zelderman at this late hour.

“What do you mean where’s my friend?” He spat out surprising even himself. “You’ve taken him captive haven’t you?”

Duke thought Zelderman raised an eyebrow at his paroxysm, but the obtruding flower arrangement and the distance between them made it difficult for him to actually tell.

“C’mere Favi.” Zelderman gestured lifting a hand and flicking her index finger.

Duke stepped boldly towards her, walking firmly as his eyes once again took in the sight of her burnt face and the wrinkled skin veiled by curly blonde tresses that reached all the way to her breasts. She let out a puff of smoke in his direction as he moved to a spot directly in front of her.

“Your faggot friend is a guest of ours”, Zelderman began in a strangely calm voice as she stared squarely into Duke’s eyes who cold feel his courage melting away. “He’s living here quite fabulously and will continue to do so until I get Scott in my claws.”

“Sc.. Scott?” Duke stammered.

“Yes favi, Scott, Christian, Rumplestiltskin, whatever you want to call him, he’s scarred my poor Randy baby and I am going to have to get even with him for that.”

“Randy?”

Duke could hardly think straight as Zelderman’s two differently colored eyes drew his attention in the midst of the folds of seared flesh on her face. One of the eye colors was a perfect match to the effervescent drink she held in her hand.

“Yes. I said Randy Rodriguez favi, not the tooth fairy!”

Things were hardly making sense to Duke anymore. What the hell did Randy Rodriguez have to do with all this?

“So Damien…”

“Your friend is just piggy bait favi!” Zelderman raise her voice cutting Duke off as she slammed the flimsy looking glass on a side table beside her. Miraculously the glass survived the assault.

“What I am want to dig my claws into, is that brat Scott who messed up my poor Randy.” Zelderman clenched her teeth as she took Christian’s name.

“Although, I feel I did find the new scar kinda mannish.” Zelderman added the last bit as an afterthought.

The realization of what was going on finally hit Duke like a ton of bricks.

It was Christian she wanted; not him. Christian had conveniently dragged him into one more of his messes, and this time Damien had been tagged along. He cursed Christian in his mind, sidelining the fact that it was to save his own ass that Christian had trounced Randy for.

But where in the world was Christian right now?

~~~

A lone figure paced stony pavements in the darkness of the night. The voltages of the street lights had been turned low and they glowed ever so softly, casting pale shadows on concrete walls as the figure headed towards unknown destinations at an unearthly hour at night.

He clutched a black briefcase in one hand and walked keeping it at an even level. He was extremely conscious of its contents, hardly believing he had such a case with him. He stopped walking and lifted the case to an eye level, unlatching the levers that fastened it shut. A soft clicking ensured the case was open. He pulled up the lid ever so slightly to confirm its contents once more.

Christian drew in his breath sharply as Konya Travesti green bills of obscene denominations peered back at him. He immediately clicked the case shut and looked around warily before resuming his brisk walking pace, his mind wandering to what had happened some time before, to a meeting that had taken place between him and Stevenson.

He had been over cautious while entering Stevenson’s mansion, expecting anything to happen to him when he entered. Maybe he would be gunned down, maybe he would be restrained and taken in to meet the big man himself or maybe he would just be thrown out, but one thing he did know for sure was that no one around was going to be very friendly.

But his arrival had been portended, for he was immediately ushered in. And the next minute saw him standing inside Raphael Stevenson’s massive mansion, waiting in the palatial entrance hall, awaiting Stevenson’s descend from the grand staircase at the centre of the hall.

“And so the prodigal son returns.”

Those words had signaled Stevenson’s appearance on top of the imposing staircase, one hand stroking a large Labrador while the other slid over the banister as he descended.

Christian’s eyebrows had knit themselves as creases appeared on his forehead. This was Raphael Stevenson, dressed ever so immaculately, in all his 72 year glory. Christian wanted nothing more than to see the man dead.

“And he comes alone”, Stevenson had continued.

“Course he does”, Christian plastered a sweet smile on his face as he replied, “For his companion has been gleefully abducted by some unscrupulous scheming old geezer.”

Stevenson barely flinched at the name calling as he reached Christian’s floor level, the large beast at his side growling as it stared at Christian, its hackles raised.

“Yes obviously, the scheming old geezer assumed that inviting your sweetheart would entice you here as well, given that you hardly want to visit me nowadays, but this old man had someone else in mind too.”

Christian drew a blank at that, waiting for Stevenson to continue.

With a sharp turn Stevenson lurched at Christian, his face barely a centimeter from Christian’s as he hissed into his face.

“I want that lad who broke into the FBI database. And I want him now!”

Christian’s face registered a marked sign of confusion. “What?”

“The lad who worked with you in Salvia, I want him. And you know I’ll go to any lengths to get what I want.”

Christian fell silent. He had no idea where this was stemming from. He was still having difficulty grasping the situation.

Finally he spoke.

“So you kidnapped Vanessa to get BadgerKing? And I thought all along it was me you wanted.”

Stevenson launched himself back, throwing himself out of Christian’s face as he burst out into a deep baritone laughter, amplifying itself with every instant that passed; a laugh of contempt, of superiority and one that mocked the hilarity of Christian’s words.

“You? Who in the world wants you?”

“But why…?”

“My dear, you’re like dog poo when compared to the prodigy that lad is. I mean, there’re dozens like you, petty thieves, but he; he’s a true gem, a bona fide genius. And I want him working under me!”

Duke’s mind reeled under the shock of the surprise. There were a lot of scenarios that had played around in his head as to why Stevenson had abducted Vanessa, but this was definitely not one of them.

“But will he work for you?” Christian asked, though he knew it was a lame attempt at distracting himself.

“Funny question coming from you”, Stevenson chided. “Of course he will. After I’m done with him through my methods, the boy will do any thing I ask him for.”

Stevenson’s eyes took on an evil glint as he said the last bit and Christian shuddered as thoughts of those methods flooded his brain.

“Bu, but…?”

“Oh stop with the questioning already. I want that boy right now, and you’re going to help me get him. If you value your own freedom that is, for you already owe me too much considering the job you failed at back there in Mali.”

“The damn job was rigged!”

“Oh potato – patato, I don’t give a damn, the fact remains that you failed and caused much loss. And your life is in my hands for that.”

Christian had a pretty good idea who had rigged the job, but there was no point arguing here. He disliked whining anyway. And then a smile appeared across his face as he suddenly remembered Duke’s predicament.

“But you can’t have BadgerKing, you see he’s in Zelderman’s hands now.”

A bewildered expression appeared on Stevenson’s face as he heard that. “What’s he doing in that bi-yatch’s hands?”

“Oh she wanted a piece of him too.” Christian replied smugly, “So I guess he’s off limits now.”

Stevenson fell silent as he though for a moment.

“Still, you’re going to get him for me.”

“What?”

“So you’re going to get him for me.” Stevenson repeated smiling slightly. That bitch is not going to hand him over directly, so you’re Antalya Travesti gonna be the one to get him for me. After all, you can manipulate a teenie little nerd and pull some stunts on that bitch can’t you?”

Christian’s head was numb. What was Stevenson assuming he would do for him? He was certainly not going to push Duke into this cunning fox’s mouth.

“And I’m going to offer you a little incentive to make sure you take this up.”

Christian waited for Stevenson to continue and his mouth fell open when he heard Stevenson quote an obscene amount of money for doing the job.

The 72 year old man clapped his hands as an attendant rushed out of the room and returned hardly a minute later with a black briefcase. Christian’s eyes grew wide when Stevenson flashed its green contents to his guest.

“This is just the beginning, you’ll get the remaining after you’ve delivered him to me.”

Christian looked down at the case Stevenson held in his hand, his mind unable to comprehend anything at the stupendous amount being offered to him.

“And you are free wherever you want after this, I’ll personally cut off all ties with you.”

Christian looked up to the smug expression on the elder man’s face. His freedom from the jobs that bound him to this wicked man? Was it really possible?

“And keep in mind another reason you have for doing this.”

Christian looked to the sinister expression the elder man harbored on his face. He was obviously referring to Vanessa.

And jumbling with all those overwhelming reasons in his head, Christian had extended his hands slowly to accept the briefcase.

And he now clutched that very same briefcase in his hand as he made his way towards a destination unknown. His own freedom had been sworn by Stevenson, a risible sum had been offered to him with a significant starting remuneration already delivered. Vanessa’s life lay in his hands too.

And for obtaining all of it, he had to deliver BadgerKing into Stevenson’s hands.

Things had happened to quickly in Stevenson’s company. He had hardly thought over all of the aspects of Stevenson’s requests and the rewards yet. The decision he had to come to next would probably be the most difficult one in his life. And his sharp tactical mind was failing to aid him in it.

With a heavy heart, Christian trudged towards finding a way into the next city at the ungodly hour, wondering what BadgerKing was facing by now.

And unknown to him, Stevenson had called to his assistant to round up the best of his men to accompany him to Salvia immediately after Christian had left his company. His assistant had been surprised, given the odd time of the night.

“I have some plans you see”, he had told the doubting female as he rubbed his hands in glee. “The uproar Christian causes in Zelderman’s lair will give me the opportunity to get rid of her once and for all.”

The assistant stared waiting for an explanation.

“It’s called killing two birds with one stone dear, or actually. Its three birds.”

Fifteen minutes later, three black vans, stocked with sleep-disturbed but alert men in suits had set off into the darkness towards Salvia.

Stevenson was with them.

~~~

A helpless figure lay gagged and bound in one of the corner most rooms in the basement of Stevenson mansion. Strung out all alone for more than a dozen hours, Vanessa’s body was beginning to cramp at several places. And as much as she wanted to fall asleep, she could not. A few muffled voices and thumping outside her locked door had informed her that something had just happened outside. And ever since the brief commotion, there had been no more noises from outside, as if she was left all alone in the basement. Even now, straining her ears, she could not make out the presence of a single soul beyond the door that held her captive.

She wondered whether the confusion had been caused by Christian coming over to the mansion. She was a little uncertain if he would come for her, but knew that if he did, he would not try any fancy stunts in Stevenson’s heavily guarded mansion with all its Fort Knox qualities. But she knew something was up a few minutes earlier, and now all of it had faded away.

She was hungry by now, and her captors had not been kind enough to spare her a meal. She did not even know what the time was, but expected it to be way past midnight. And as her sleep deprived mind roamed aimlessly, her mind went back to how she and Christian had been trained together under Stevenson’s cruel tutelage.

She remembered being thrust into Stevenson’s grasp at an early age and leading a life of strict discipline, aimed at being an elite body guard for her cruel master. And then Christian had stepped onto the scene and her life had changed. She had almost fallen in love with him the very first moment she laid eyes on him, but circumstances and a better understanding of the man had later told her that it was not to be.

Stevenson had then unexpectedly deployed the two of them on tasks that involved more than being a mere body guard and pleased at their success had shoved more and more missions on the two of them. She was happy for she saw less and less of the wretched man and slowly and steadily she and her partner had worked towards loosening Stevenson’s iron-like grip over them.

Star is my soul, my saviour, to think of him; battered and sick, abandoned and alone makes me shiver. I think of Sam and Alex and how the streets had ground them down and the thought of Star living like that makes me sick to my stomach. I want to take him in my arms and hold him. I want to make the pain go away, I want to make everything right. But he still hasn’t finished. He still needs to get it out.

“I made it on my own for over a year begging and then busking, but it all got too hard and there was no future in sight. What was the point going on from day to day struggling to make enough money to eat so I could live another one just the same? I was cold, dirty, often sick and hopeless. Two days after I turned eighteen I decided that I had two choices — prostitution or death. I had nothing and no one so I would either make enough from selling myself to live some kind of a life or give up and die.

“That’s about where you found me. I’d tried to force myself to take a trick but when it came to it I just couldn’t. It’s not as if I haven’t had offers through the years and that’s what gave me the idea to do it in the first place, but every time I tried I bottled out. That night at the bar was my second night trying, my second chance to myself. If I blew it, I’d walk out of the bar and find somewhere to die. I hadn’t quite worked out how but I figured it wouldn’t be that difficult.”

I stare at him as he looks up at me expectantly. My mind freezes and all I can think of to say is. “I thought you were older.”

At first, he just stares at me incredulously, then a smile creeps over his face until he can’t help but laugh. “You’re insane.” Then he looks sad again. “I think she’s been trying to contact me, to tell me that you were you…” He shakes his head, grimacing. “That doesn’t make sense but… I think part of the anger I have been feeling is with her. She abandoned me and now she’s trying to tell me that this sick freak is the hero I’ve been building up in my mind, pinning all my hopes on.”

“Sick freak is it?”

He looks up, alarmed then subsides and shakes his head. “I’m sorry Luma I… I’m just… lost.”

At last I let myself do what I have wanted to do all along. I slide off my seat and crawl over to him, pressing myself against him, between his knees. The silkiness of the robe is cool against my skin. The rest of him is hot. I lay my hand against the side of his face, gazing into his eyes.

“You’re not lost, Star, you’ve never been less lost. I’m here now and I will be your anchor, your navigator, your guiding star.”

He smiles, looking down at me, his eyes twinkling. Slowly he bends his head and I raise mine. His lips are soft, so soft and they part sweetly, the tip of his tongue flicking out to tease my lips. I sigh and run my hands around his ribs under his robe. He shivers and slouches lower in the chair, rubbing himself against me.

“If you keep doing that I am going to have to ravish you.”

“Ravish? That’s a fabulous word. Show me what it means.”

I get to my feet so fast he doesn’t see it and before his mind processes the fact I have moved I have him in my arms and I throw him on the bed.

“What…?” He says, blinking, confused. He doesn’t have a chance to say another word because I’m on him, pinning him to the bed with my body. I kiss him roughly, taking his breath away. His hands come up and hold me weakly. He’s still not quite sure what’s happening, but he rolls with it and his grip tightens, as he digs his fingers into my sides.

Releasing his lips so that he can gasp I kiss down his neck making him shudder, and over his collar bone to his nipples. I bite one and he squeaks. While I enthusiastically attack his nipple I let my hand slide down over his abs and start to massage his balls, no less enthusiastically. There is nothing gentle about ravishing and he’s not having gentle now.

He tries to respond but every time he raises his head or his hands I up the ante and send him moaning and shivering back to ground zero. When he is in a frenzy, I kneel between his legs and start to kiss upwards from his belly button, nipping the skin as I go. When I get to his throat I lick and kiss, grazing his skin with my teeth, making him writhe beneath me.

If I had been feeling Travesti more clear headed I might have prolonged the experience but, between the conversation we have just had, and the rise in temperature my rough handling has achieved I am in no condition to take it slow. Raising myself I slide my hands under his buttocks and lift his hips until I can get into position to tease his entrance with the head of my cock. He responds instantly by wrapping his legs around me, raising himself and freeing me to firmly grasp my cock and guide it into him, inch by inch, past his barriers.

He gives a long shuddering moan and starts to thrust his hips, using his legs to raise himself higher. Wow. But this is my ravishing and, grabbing his hips, digging my fingers in I steady him to allow me to start pumping him. At first, my movements are restricted by his legs but, after the first few strokes he loosens them and I really start to thrust, entering him harder and faster.

Growling low in his throat, his teeth bared Star grasps the bedclothes in both hands and thrusts up into me, tilting his hips for deeper penetration. He throws his head from side to side and almost reminds me of Serif in his wildness. I tilt back my head and close my eyes, revelling in the passion.

When I feel the tides rising, I force myself to focus not only on what I am doing but on him too. I grasp his shaft and take him with me on the ride that sends us both to orgasm sobbing and gasping. Thank Hel I am not too consumed that I lose control. I could not go through what happened to Taz, with Star.

When it is done, I collapse onto the bed and lie with my eyes closed, waiting for my breathing to slow and my heart to stop racing.

I feel something tickling my chest and open my eyes to find Star propped up on one elbow stroking me with the tips of his fingers.

“So that was ravishing?”

“Pretty much.”

“I like it. Next time I’m going to ravish you.”

“I think you did that already.”

There was a hesitant knock on the door and Sacha comes in, smiling to see us. “I checked in on Bridge but he’s fast asleep and I wondered where you were and…” He tapers off uncertainly as we turn blazing eyes on each other and grin.

“Ever been ravished, Sacha?” Star purrs. As Sacha’s eyes widen, I shoot off the bed and grab him from behind. As with Star, it takes him some time to process what is happening and, by the time he does, he is flat on his back on the bed with Star’s mouth pressed firmly over his, cutting off any chance of complaint which, from the signs I am getting from his body language, there wouldn’t have been anyway.

Leaving Star to take care of ravishing the top half of his body— and I notice that he is going to town on Sacha’s nipples even harder than I did his, I take control of the lower half and have him turned into a bowl of sex flavoured jelly in no time. I deliberately refrained from using my venom on Star but not so with Sacha.

I raise him up and crash him so many times I would be really surprised if he knows his own name right now. Star is excited by it too, I can see. He has watched in curiosity and amazement as Sacha loses himself more and more in what I am doing to him. He’s played to it too, adding to the experience as much as he can.

Sacha is starting to get exhausted and I am going to have to end it soon. He is approaching the limit of what he can take. Almost as if he can read my mind— or maybe he is just good at reading the signs—Star slides himself down the bed. Winking at me, he turns Sacha’s leaden body onto its stomach. Sacha is unable to move and I think he is actually glad of the reprieve. He lies panting as Star lifts his hips and I slide under him as he had done with Bridge.

He tastes hot and sweet and I close my eyes and savour him as I suck with long smooth strokes letting my teeth graze him, but keeping my venom to myself. Gradually, some strength returns to him and he moans with ecstasy. I know by the movement of his body that Star is being gentle with him, moving in and out slowly. After the passion he showed with me it is good to see that he has a gentler side too.

I feel Sacha’s climax approaching and I so want to sink my teeth into a vein and taste it but that would not be İstanbul Travesti the right thing to do, not now. Star is gripping his hips hard, although Sacha is steadier on his legs now, and he is speeding up. He knows the end is approaching too.

Sacha lets out a series of guttural moans and then shudders and expels. Hel he tastes good, he tastes so good.

I slide out to find Star with his head bent, kissing Sacha’s back, still inside him. Sacha is trembling all over but has managed not to collapse forwards. Star raises his head and meets my eyes, his are wide and sparkling.

Together, we turn Sacha over and lie down, one on each side of him. Star kisses him gently, propped and smiling lovingly down into the dazed eyes, while he runs his fingers lightly over his sweating chest. I stroke his hair.

As Sacha comes down, his shivering eases and his breathing deepens. Eventually, he becomes more aware of his surroundings. He has experienced me before and it is not such a shock for him anymore, but he will never completely get used to it. How could he? I am like a drug— the more you have the more you crave.

“What was that all about?” He asks with a huge smile on his face when he is able to speak again.

“I was having a lesson in ravishing. Luma showed me what it meant but I needed to practice on someone — and you were it.”

For a moment Sacha smiles fondly up at him and even reaches up to touch his face. Then he frowns. “Luma?” He asks puzzled. “I thought your name was Radu but it seems to have changed.”

Star bites his lip and looks at me anxiously. I smile reassuringly. “It’s a name Sacha, just like any other name. A name I was called a long time ago and don’t use any more. It is a name I would prefer not to hear outside these apartments. I suppose it is going to be asking too much of Star to stop him speaking that name to me as it’s the only name he has known me by for a long time, but I need to get used to it some more before I can handle hearing it on anyone else’s lips.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t…”

“I didn’t mean you, Sacha.” He has turned his head to face me, his eyes anxious. Do I do this to everyone, even those who love me? Am I such a monster that everyone walks on eggshells, desperate to please me? I smile as gently and tenderly as I can and stroke the damp hair out of his face. “Any name you choose to call me would sound sweet from your lips.”

It almost hurts me the way he lights up, the look of love that shines from his eyes. If only I could love him back. I pause for a moment, a strange thought popping into my head. I look again into those melting brown eyes and wonder why I had felt so badly about the expression they had held before. Why had it upset me to see him anxious because of my words? I think of Bridge; I think of Star. The way I feel about them is very different, very different from each other too, but…

“I love you, Sacha. You are beautiful and soft and sweet and gentle. You care about things so deeply, you seek to please me with no hope of return. You are honest and loyal and open and… and I don’t know when it happened, or how… but I love you.”

Tears spring to his eyes and for a moment he simply stares at me as they overflow and trickle down into his hair. His lip trembles and he catches it between his teeth to stop it. He looks as if he wants to speak but he can’t. I can’t bear it and I take him into my arms. He throws his around me and clings to me silently weeping. Star comes up close behind him and wraps his arms around him too.

“I love you too, Sacha. For all the same reasons and because you were kind to me when I was too lost and angry to see what was in front of my face. I will never forget the night we spent together, the things you said to me, the way you made me feel. That will always be ours, and just ours; but we will make more nights, many more nights that will belong to us all, Bridge too.”

Sacha sighs deeply and leans back, resting his head on Star’s shoulder and looking up into his face. “You are beautiful.” He whispers. “I adore you.” Star kisses him gently and suddenly we are… we are… different. We are whole… almost.

“We need Bridge.”

“Soon. At the moment he needs to rest.”

“He’s still Ankara Travesti asleep. Is that alright? He’s slept all day.”

“It’s Mario’s concoction. It knocked him out. He seems to be looking better for it though, not so… haunted.”

“Yes. He was smiling in his sleep when I looked in on him. That’s why I worked out you were in here… because I thought you would probably have wanted to not disturb him.”

“He hasn’t eaten much though, and that worries me. I think we will have dinner on the terrace tonight, all four of us. It’s going to be a lovely warm evening and maybe a bit of fresh air will do him good. I’ll ask Chancey to get the cook to make something light but appetising and maybe Mario can make him something that isn’t going to knock him out quite as much.”

“How long do you think it will be before you can stop draining him so much?”

“I’m not draining him.” I snap defensively and mentally kick myself at the flinch. I take a deep breath and consider, saying more calmly. “I have to admit though that what I do is draining him, his strength that is. I can’t give the healing without exchanging it for blood. I can only release that kind of venom when I’m feeding. If I could do it another way I would but it’s not that which is draining him.

“My venom is drawing the sickness out of him. You may as well know, he has cancer, a very virulent form and it had all but consumed him. His body was riddled with it and it was on the point of giving up.” The shocked intakes of breath and wide eyes hurt me but it’s best they know. “I have already drawn much of the cancer from him. His blood is so much cleaner that it was and in a few days it will be gone.

“It hasn’t been easy because the cancer wasn’t the only thing he had. He has been used and abused by men for so long he was infected with the diseases they carried and gave to him. He was very, very sick and would have died in a day or so.”

“I… I didn’t think it was that bad.” Sacha stutters.

“It isn’t, not any more. As I said, he is almost clean. Another few days and it will be gone; he will be well and can start getting strong again. But now… At the moment…” I sigh and shrug. “He’s balanced on the edge. I give him as much as I can, but his body is exhausted from fighting off all the diseases for so long. Every treatment I give him weakens him even more because now his body is able to fight it is fighting but doesn’t have the strength to do it. I am worried about him, very worried.”

“Why can’t you give him energy like you do with us? I know you can do it, I’ve felt you.”

“There are lots of reasons, Sacha. The main one is because a body, any body, can only take so much of my energy in one day or it will burn out. I have to concentrate all of my energy on drawing the sickness from his body. Whatever the reasons the facts are simple. I can’t do it. I can’t give him energy. I can only take away the sickness and I can’t do it all at once. Every day he gets better but he also gets weaker.”

“So what does that mean?”

“It means that in another few days he’ll be free of sickness and I can give energy to him to help build him up again. In a week he’ll be better than ever before but until then, until I can start building him up, every time I treat him I’m sending him further down and I’m scared that I won’t get him clean before I push him beyond endurance and… and…”

I swallow, tears in my eyes. Somehow saying it, getting it out in the open just makes it worse, so much worse. No it is my turn to be sandwiched between them and we are all crying.

We are so lost in each other and our grief that no one hears the door open… not that I am entirely sure we would have heard it even if we had been listening for it. The first thing we are aware of is another pair of arms wrapping us and a soft voice saying. “It’s okay. Whatever’s wrong we can fix it.”

We freeze. Not one of us wants to move. Not one of us wants to look up into those emerald eyes and admit what we are upset about.

“Nothing’s wrong honey.” Of course it was Star. He’s the strong one. “We’re just emotional that’s all.”

“Is it because you’ve finally admitted how much you love him?”

My head snaps up and I stare at him incredulously. Star is smiling though and he hugs Bridge gently. “Yes, Bridge. I’ve finally admitted it.”

“Good. Maybe now we can settle down without all the drama.”

Star starts to giggle, then Sacha joins in and suddenly we collapse in a tangle of arms and legs and laugh like fools.

Marcia’s birthday party was strictly a family affair for her eighteenth birthday. Mom and Dad surprised her with a bank account that they had set for her a couple of years earlier. It had a several thousands of dollars in it. It was money they saved and put into “Marcia’s First Car Fund”. Then there were the usual gifts of clothes, CDs and DVDs. Mom gave Marcia a gag gift – a short beach cover up to wear over the bikini she liked to wear while sunbathing.

I gave her a couple of hundred dollars that I had saved and two promises – I promised to help her shop for a car and I promised to help her wash it and keep it clean. I took a lot of pictures of the party for the family picture album.

Late that evening I was in my room getting organized for the classes which I had signed up for at the Community College when there was a soft knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Marcia pushed the door open. She came over and stood behind where I was sitting at my desk. “Thank you for the neat birthday gifts, Gary.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I especially like your promises.” She put a hand on my shoulder. “I want to give you a hug.”

I pushed my chair back and stood up. My sister put her harms around me and hugged me tight. She was wearing her long sleep t-shirt. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I could feel her nipples through the two thin layers of cloth. I put my arms around her and hugged back. It felt like she didn’t have on a bra. “I love you, big brother.”

We loosened the hug and I looked down at her face, “I love you too, little sister. I don’t know exactly how to ask this, but where’s your bra?”

Marcia blushed a little, “I’m not wearing one. I’m not wearing panties either.”

“Oh! I hope Mom doesn’t find out. You know how she gets on your case when you wear your bikini when Dad or I are around.”

“I know. Sometimes, she’s such a prude.” Marcia grinned slyly, “She’d skin me alive if she knew I slept in the nude.”

“You what?”

“I sleep nude. I wear pajamas down to breakfast and so on so I have some in the laundry every week.”

“You’re pretty sly.”

Marcia smiled, “You remember that time we kissed?”

“Uh, yes. Why?”

“I want us to kiss like that again.”

“Uh, why?”

“Just because.” Marcia put her hand on my cheek. She stood up on her toes and her lips touched mine. Her tongue slipped through my lips. I kissed her back and the kiss turned into a deep mouth probing French kiss. I put one arm around her shoulders and one around her waist. My hand rested on the small of her back. My little sister was definitely not wearing any underwear.

“Whew! That was nice. You’re a good kisser, Gary. Goodnight.” She kissed me lightly on the lips, turned and left the room.

I had a restless night as I lay thinking about my sister’s smooth back and our kiss.

The first day of classes went well. We didn’t get much homework and I had enough time before lunch to do some of it. I stopped by Sandy and Dan’s office to pick up a set of keys for the house that Sandy and I had cleaned. Both of them were in the office. They were looking a something spread out on the desk in the front office.

Sandy looked up as I came in through the front door, “Hi, Gary, how was the first day of classes?”

“Just fine, Sandy. May I have a set of keys to the house that we’re working on? I thought I would do some paint prep this afternoon.”

“Sure, there’s a set in the key safe. I’ll get them for you.” Sandy went down the hall towards their private offices.

“Uh, Gary.”

“Yes, Dan?”

“Er, I wonder if we can get together for another conversation?”

“Uh, like our last one Dan?”

“Er, yes. Like our last one.”

“Sure. Anytime. Whenever it’s convenient for you.”

“When what is convenient?” Sandy returned and handed me a set of house keys.

“Oh, Gary has helped me with a couple of projects at home and I’ve got another project that I want to tell him about and see if he wants to help.”

“I can help you part of tomorrow, Gary, but on Wednesday I’m going to this property auction.” Sandy indicated the papers lying on the desk. “There are several homes and small apartments that we might try to buy through bids. Dan and I are dividing them up and looking at them tomorrow morning. Then the auction will probably run all day Wednesday. But I’ll be able to help you all day Thursday.”

“Any help will be greatly appreciated, Sandy. Well, I better get going, if I’m going to get much done this afternoon.”

“I might stop by the house Wednesday afternoon and see how things are going.”

“That’d be great, Dan, and you can tell me about your new project then too.”

Dan smiled, “See you then, Gary.”

I did a lot of taping windows and some scraping and priming before I locked the house up for the evening.

Tuesday morning I drove to the office and got the truck. Sandy and Dan were just leaving for the tour of the property to be auctioned. When I got to the house I opened all the windows Maltepe travesti then I spread drop cloths in a couple of the rooms and began to paint the ceilings. After lunch I moved the drop cloths into the remaining rooms. Sandy arrived shortly after I resumed work.

“Boy, you’ve gotten a lot done already, Gary. How about I start painting the living room walls.”

“That’d be great, Sandy. When I finish here, I’ll come help you.”

It was late afternoon, when I finished the last ceiling. After cleaning the roller and sealing the paint cans I went to see how Sandy was doing. She was standing on a step ladder. “I’m just touching up a few spots, Gary. How does it look?”

“I looks good, Sandy.” I stepped over to the ladder and looked up at her.

“There that’s it. Can you take the paint can and brush, please?”

I took the can off the tray and Sandy handed me the brush. I turned and set the can down near the wall and put the brush down in a tray. As I straightened up Sandy started down the ladder. Her foot slipped and she lost her balance. I put my arms out and caught her as she slipped off the ladder. Her back landed against my chest and I staggered backwards with her in my arms.

Sandy clutched my forearms with her hands. When we regained our balance, my arms were wrapped around Sandy just below her breasts. Sandy looked up at me, “Thanks for catching me.” She put her hands on mine. “You have strong hands.” Before I could react, she lifted my hands and placed them over her breasts, then covered them with her hands. “I like having strong young men’s hands touching my body.” She turned inside my arms. “Touching me all over.” She pulled my face to hers and kissed me on the lips. “Let’s hold that thought until Saturday. O.K.?”

We cleaned the brushes she had used, sealed the paint cans, folded the drop cloths and closed and locked up the house without discussing what had just occurred.

After class I grabbed some lunch and went straight to the job site. I decided I’d work as usual since I didn’t know when Dan would arrive at the house. I didn’t want to have any open cans of paint or brushes lying around and drying out while Dan and I had a long conversation so I started prepping the kitchen cabinets. I’d been working about two hours when Dan arrived.

“How’s it going, Gary?”

“Pretty good, Dan. How’s the auction going?”

“That’s one reason I didn’t get here sooner. Most of the places we’re interested in seem to be of interest to other people too and the bidding is going a lot higher than we expected. So far Sandy has only been able to win the bid for a small duplex on the other side of town.”

“That’s too bad. Uh, what do you want to converse about today?”

Dan grinned, “I haven’t had any lunch so I’d rather eat than talk. Do you know where I might find a nice piece of meat?”

I grinned back, “I sure do. Where would you like to eat it?”

“How about here in the kitchen. I can eat right off the counter. I’ve got to get something out of the car. You clean off the counter and lock the front door. I’ll be right back.”

I did as Dan requested. Her locked the back door as he came in. He had a blanket which he folded to cover the counter. “That makes a nice table cloth for the main course. No sense in being uncomfortable.” He started unbuttoning his shirt.

I closed the kitchen door. “No sense in taking chance someone might come by and look into the dining room windows. And let’s put some paper over the kitchen window.” Dan continued to undress as I covered the window. He was nude when I finished.”

“Get your clothes off, Gary. I like us to be nude when we talk.”

I quickly stripped. When I was nude, Dan stood looking at me.

“Turn around slowly please, Gary.”

I did as he asked. When I was facing him again, he stepped close to me and cupped my ball sac in his hand.

“Your nuts feel heavy. I hope that means you have a big load for me” His hand moved to my cock. My cock lay in the palm of his hand. He moved closer and laid his cock next to mine. “That’s a handful of dick.” He put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me to himself. “I like feeling your naked skin against mine.” He kissed my neck and ear. And he next did what I expected him to do. He kissed me on the mouth.

I had kissed Coach several times and it was not unpleasant. Dan’s lips felt almost as soft as his daughter’s or his wife’s. His tongue slipped into my mouth and we touched tongue tips. Dan broke the kiss and hugged me again. “Lie down on the counter.”

He held the blanket as I sat on the counter then laid back. Dan rubbed his hands all over my body, especially my legs and chest. “I don’t know, Gary, but I love touching you. There is something about you that turns me on.” He sucked one of my nipples. He took my cock in his hand and held it while he licked around the cockhead. I had to smile when he slipped his lips over it. Dan fondled my balls and gently rolled then in his hand as he sucked me. His hand alternated Ümraniye travesti between ball rolling and holding my cock whenever he changed from sucking to licking. He had just resumed sucking when his cell phone buzzed.

“Oh, shit! I’d better take that. He straightened up, found his phone in the pile of clothes. “This is Dan. Uh, hello Sandy. What’s that?” He listened for a couple of minutes.

I got off the counter and kneeled in front of him. His hard cock stuck straight out in front of his crotch. I grinned up at him then took his cockhead into my mouth.

“Uh, what are you doing, Gary?” I ignored him and sucked more of his cock into my mouth. “Uh, no, uh, Gary’s fooling with some of the equipment. Er, yes, he does a good job.” I held his cock so I could run my tongue all over and around his cockhead. “Er, yes, he’s doing a great job!”

I stopped playing with Dan’s cock so he could finish his conversation. “Don’t worry about it, Sandy. Why don’t we try to get that older place outside of town. Uhuh. Yes, I know it’s pretty rundown, but its a pretty big piece of property and I think it is zoned so it could be divided into several large lots. Uhuh, yes, I’ll see you back at the office. I’m going to give Gary a hand here. O.K. ‘Bye, Sandy.”

Dan put his cell phone down. “You sure made it hard for me to concentrate. Sucking my dick like that.”

I was still on my knees, grinning up at him. “Let’s spread the blanket on the floor and do a sixty-nine.”

After we spread the blanket out, I got on my back and Dan got on his ands and knees over me. He looked at me, “Play with my asshole and balls while you’re sucking my dick.”

“O.K.” I licked the underbelly of his cock shaft and licked and sucked his balls for a couple of minutes before I pulled his cock down and stuffed it into my mouth. The curve of his cock pretty well fit the curve of my mouth and throat so I was able to almost deep throat him. I gently kneaded his ball sack as I sucked. after several minutes, I took a break to rest my neck. I wet a couple of fingers in my mouth then resumed sucking Dan’s cock. I rubbed my wet fingers around his asshole then slowly slipped both of them in.

Dan sucked harder on my cock as I blew and finger fucked him. I found his prostate and began to massage it. Dan began to moan around his mouthful of cock. His cock got more rigid and it seemed to swell in girth. I worked his cockhead deep into my throat. His balls were almost touching my face. He stopped sucking my cock and he extended his legs so he was almost in a push up position.

He let out a loud groan and shoved his pelvis down driving his cock down my throat. His balls mashed against my forehead and eyes. His cock jerked and shot his warm cum straight down my throat. He held himself there until he stopped cumming then he moved to a kneeling position again. I continued to suck his cock as it softened.

Dan played with my cock and balls until he rolled onto his side. “Gawd, Gary, I don’t think I’ve ever had a more intense blowjob. I can’t remember Laura making me cum like that recently.”

I grinned at him. “I’ve had a good teacher.”

“Seriously, you suck cock as good as Laura and I think you might even be a better cocksucker.” He got to his feet. “Well, I hate to eat and run but I told Sandy that I’d meet her back at the office.” We quickly got dressed. On his way out the door, Dan turned, “I owe you a blowjob to completion.”

I took the paper off the window and worked on prepping the cabinets until it was quitting time.

After dinner, I went up to my room and finished my homework from the day’s classes. I had just finished when there was a light knock on my bedroom door. Marcia stuck her head in, “Hi. You have time to talk?”

“Sure. Come on in. I just finished my homework.”

She came in and sat on the edge of the bed, “I went and looked at some used cars. Boy, are the good ones expensive.”

“Maybe, I can help you look Saturday morning.”

“That’d be great,” Marcia smiled, “I wish I had one now, though.”

“How’s that?”

“Eva called this afternoon and invited me over to swim and sunbathe tomorrow. I’d like to go, but mom is using her car all day tomorrow.”

“I’ll tell you what. If you get up early and drive me over to Sandy and Dan’s office and pick me up after work, you can have my car for the day.”

“Oh, Gary! That would be great. Thank you.” Marcia grinned and clapped her hands.

I grinned back at her, “Just don’t wear your tiny bikini. If Kenny’s there he won’t leave you alone.”

Marcia ducked her head and blushed, “I’m going to wear a more modest one.” She looked at me, “To be honest, I only wear it when I know you’ll be out in the yard where you can see me.”

“I, er, uh, I, uh.” I didn’t know what to say. “May I ask you something, Gary, not as my brother, but as a friend?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“Do all guys try to put their hands all over a girl after they’ve dated a few times?”

“I don’t think most of them Tuzla travesti do, there are some guys who are pretty fast and aggressive. Who’s coming on to you that way?”

“Oh, just one of the guys I dated several times in the past school year. Don’t get me wrong. I like making out and even some heavy petting with the right person, but he is always trying to get his hands inside my blouses and pants. And he wants me to put my hand in his pants and play with his thing.”

“Hmmm. I can tell how to make him stop, but he would never speak to you again.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, it would hurt him.”

“I don’t want to hurt him. I just want him to stop when I tell him to.”

“Tell him you’ll hurt him. Like knee him in the groin.”

“Oh.” Marcia sat quietly for a minute. “How did you learn about girls, Gary?”

” Just like you did about boys. Dad talked with me, just like I’m sure mom did with you. Then there were the health classes in school. And the fooling around with your friends and experimenting on dates.”

Marcia grinned, “Well, I’ve seen lots of pictures in magazines and I’ve seen a couple of porno videos at some friends places, but I’ve never seen a real live man without his clothes on.”

I was trying to figure out how to respond to her when my telephone rang. “Hello. Hi Kenny. Can I call you right back? I’m talking with my sister.”

Marcia stood up, “I’ve gotta go.” She came over and put her face next to mine. “Hi, Kenny.” Then she kissed my cheek.

After she left the room, I turned back to the phone, “What’s going on?”

“You doing anything Saturday afternoon?”

“Matter of fact, I am. What’s going on Saturday?”

“Uh, nothing. I was hoping you could come over.”

“I’m all tied up Saturday.”

“Gawd, Gary, I’m so horny, I’m desperate. I need a blowjob and to suck a cock soon or I’ll go nuts.”

“What about Sunday? I’m not doing much on Sunday?”

“I can’t. Mom, Eva and I are going to grandmother’s for most of the week.”

“I’d love to suck you off, Kenny. You know that, but there’s no way I can do it on Saturday. I guess you’ll just have to take the situation in hand.”

Kenny laughed, “I’m doing that already and you know that it’s not the same thing.”

I laughed, “Yeah, I know. Let’s get together as soon as you’re back.”

“O.K., Gary. I’ll have a big load for you.”

We talked a few minutes more before hanging up.

Sandy spent part of the day helping me with painting. She brought a digital camera with her. She took pictures of each room and the exterior of the house. She commented that she should have taken pictures at each house earlier. It would give them before and after pictures and would help document cleanup, renovation, improvements, and expenses. We confirmed the plans for Saturday afternoon. Sandy said that I didn’t need to bring anything, just myself and I should come over around two or three o’clock, rather than four o’clock as we had discussed earlier.

Friday’s classes went well and I spent the afternoon at work finishing up the kitchen cabinets and most of the other woodwork in the house. After dinner, I called Lana. I wanted to see if she might want to hang out on Sunday afternoon. Laura answered. She said Lana was still at work. Her summer intern job at the newspaper had her working at all hours and almost every day. We chatted about the job working for Dan. Laura said she had to run but she would give my message to Lana and I should come over and visit.

On Saturday morning Marcia and I got up early and visited several used car dealers. Marcia took a couple of cars for test drives. A couple of the dealers didn’t seem too eager to let us have a certified auto mechanic take a look at their cars, if we decided to make an offer, so we crossed them off of Marcia’s list of dealers. We stopped for a small pizza and beer on the way home.

I changed into a t-shirt, shorts and sandals and drove over to Sandy’s. I pulled into the driveway at her house. The garage door was open. She was inside and she was lifting a large box up onto a high shelf. I got out of my car, “Let me help you with that, Sandy.”

Hi, Gary.” She set the box down. “That’d be appreciated.” Together we lifted the box and slid it onto the shelf. “It’s times like these that I wish I were taller.”

I smiled at her, “I like you just the way you are.”

She smiled and touched my hand, “You’re sweet. Let me show you around.”

I followed her through a garage side door and in to the yard. Sandy was wearing a sport bra and tight short shorts. She was large busted and she had sort of a stocky build but she looked solid and good enough to eat. I knew her butt was tight and solid because I’d spent some time pressed against it as we wrestled mattresses and box springs up the stairs and out of the basement of the house we were currently working on.

She stopped in the middle of the yard. I looked around. The yard was surrounded by a high and solid board fence and there were numerous little islands of planting of bushes, flowers and vines. In one corner of the yard was a flagstone patio with a table and benches, a couple of Adirondack chairs. A rather large gas grill sat in one corner of the patio and a hot tube was recessed in the ground in another corner.