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Instead of going to the men’s room I raced back to my office and grabbed a tie from the hook behind the door where I always kept spares. I stuck the cum stained one in my pocket and sat at my desk.

My desk was full of work that needed my attention and I had already gotten 5 new emails since I had walked away from my desk. I’ve always been able to focus on work when needed and I had a lot of catching up from being out of town, so I pushed what had happened with Jeff out of my mind and started tackling my to-do list.

Before I knew it 5 o’clock rolled around. I had worked through lunch and gotten caught up on all the important crap that had piled up so I grabbed my backpack and headed to my car.

As I walked out the door my phone and watch buzzed. The number that had texted me was unknown, so I waited to check it until I was in my car. When I opened it it was a picture of me with Jeff’s cock in my mouth. The picture brought back everything that had happened this morning. I couldn’t stop staring at how I looked with a cock in my mouth. I felt my own dick get hard in my pants and my mouth actually watered a little.

A new message from the same number came in “Charles, again you are slow to open or respond to my messages. I’ll let this one slide because you don’t have this number on your phone. Isn’t that a great picture of you? It really shows how much you enjoyed finally having a cock in your mouth.”

Another picture came in, this one showed Jeff’s hands around my head and some of his cum dribbling out of my mouth.

Another series of texts came in.

“Add this number to your contacts as Master. I’ll be checking your phone, so you better do it. I expect you to read and reply to my messages in less than a minute.”

“I’ll be stopping by your house in a few hours. I expect your door not to be locked. I want a nice bottle of Glenmorangie Single Malt waiting for me. Is this clear?”

I just kept staring at the phone, not quite sure what to say or do, but also not being able to take my eyes off the picture of his dick in my mouth and his cum on my lips.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I said one minute to reply. This is your last warning. Next time it’s just these pictures and the video they came from going out company-wide. Understand?”

I quickly replied

“I do, please don’t do that Jeff.”

“I do, SIR! Don’t ever call me Jeff again unless we are at work. It’s Sir or Master.”

“Yes, Sir.” I replied and backed out of the parking spot.

I drove home on autopilot, my mind racing. I couldn’t believe I was being blackmailed because I was careless with my web browsing. how stupid. And now Jeff had video and pictures. He must have cameras set up in the server room. I kept hoping all he wanted was some money and this could all be a memory. I also couldn’t get over how turned on I was when I was blowing him, or how hard it was making me to think about how it felt to finally have a cock in my mouth. All those years of watching istanbul travesti gay porn and jerking off imagining what it would feel like didn’t prepare me for how hot it felt, how much it turned me on. My own cock was hard, straining in my underwear.

I got home and then remembered Jeff wanted me to pick up some scotch. I raced to the liquor store and bought a 150-dollar bottle of Glenmorangie 12 year and raced home, afraid of not being there when he came by.

As soon as I focused on how great it felt, my mind would swing back to what would happen if Jeff made public the porn I was into or worse, the pictures or video of me with dick in my mouth. That pretty much killed my hard-on.

As I sat in my living room going back and forth in my head from turned on to scared shitless my phone buzzed. The caller ID said “Master”

It was another video clip. This time from a different angle than the last one! How many cameras did he have in there?

This clip showed me bobbing my head up and down on Jeff’s cock. Anyone who saw the video would just see me sucking a cock, you could not tell it was against my will.

A message followed “You look good on your knees with cock in your mouth. Getting hard? Does it make you hot like all that porn you watched?”

I remembered his warning and quickly replied. “Yes, sir it does turn me on.”

I didn’t get a reply.

A few hours passed and I started to think maybe he was bluffing about stopping by. Maybe he got things out of his system and would forget about everything. I spent some time catching up on personal emails and paying bills, and mostly out of habit started browsing for porn. I looked up some of my favorite forced bi and gay porn. Now that I knew what it felt like to suck a cock, I was even more turned on seeing other guys giving head. Just as I was telling myself that Jeff wasn’t showing up and that I should take care of my hard-on, I heard a car pull up in my driveway.

I walked out of my home office just in time to see Jeff walk in my front door like he owned the place. It looked like he had come straight from the office, he still had his ID around his neck and was carrying his backpack.

“Nice place you have here Charles,” he said as he walked into the living room and looked around.

He spotted the bottle of scotch on the coffee table and the two glasses I had set next to it.

“Twelve year, nice. But we only need one glass, you won’t be drinking.”

“Pour me a drink,” he said as he sat on my couch.

I poured a generous drink and walked over to him on the couch and offered him the glass. He looked up at me with a sneer on his face, not reaching out for the glass at all.

“Charles, I want you to know that today will be a day of learning for you, so I am going to let some things slide. The first thing is when we are not at work you never look at me directly unless you are told. You need to know your place and from now on that place is lower than me so your eyes should always be looking down.”

I looked down at my feet and then raised the istanbul travestileri glass again, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good job. You seemed really comfortable on your knees earlier this morning and I know how much you like porn of men kneeling to their superiors, so get on your knees right here in front of me.”

I took one step closer to him and got down on my knees, still trying to keep my eyes down.

“You are a quick learner. Must be how you got so far in the company. You can look up at me.”

I looked up, trying to look him right in the eye.

“Now tell me, was sucking cock everything you thought it would be”?

“Um, uh,” I stammered, not really knowing what to say.

SLAP!

Before I could even see it, his hand came across my face, knocking me to the ground.

“Uh, Uh, Uh. What the fuck Charles? I’ve heard you give all those speeches and presentations at work, I know you are a better speaker than that. Was sucking cock everything you thought it would be?”

“Yes! Yes, Sir it was.”

I got back to my knees, my face burning where he had slapped me.

“Good. I figured you’d love it, you closet cock sucker. Why don’t you show me how much you loved it?” he said as he leaned back on the couch.

I reached for his belt and fumbled while opening it, it was the first time I had opened a belt from this angle. I finally got it open and unbuttoned his pants. He lifted his ass off the couch, and I slid his pants and boxers down. His cock was semi-hard as I took it in my hand and stroked him.

“Yeah, you can take your time now, Chuckie. Feel how good my cock feels in your hand.”

Chuckie? The last time someone called me that I was in middle school, and it ended up in a fight.

I kept stroking his cock as he got harder, and I noticed my mouth was watering. I looked at his dick again and all I could think of was getting it back in my mouth.

I opened my mouth to take his cock and he laughed, “My, aren’t we an eager cock sucker? I said take your time. This morning you didn’t pay any attention to my balls. Give them some love.”

Balls were not something I ever fantasized about. I always thought they looked ugly and hated porn where they focused on the men’s sacks.

I hadn’t noticed this morning, his pubes were neatly trimmed, just a circle of hair around the base of his shaft. His balls were completely bald.

I reached my tongue out and lightly licked the bottom of his balls. I heard him let out a sigh and felt my own dick twitch knowing I had made him feel good.

That was all the encouragement I needed, and I started licking his balls with more enthusiasm. I lifted his cock to get as far back on his sack as I could, covering his balls with my spit.

Without even thinking I opened my mouth wide and took one of his balls in my mouth. I felt a rush racing from my mouth to my dick and switched to his other nut.

“Mmmmmm…you really are getting into this, aren’t you Chuckie? Get my cock in your mouth now, that’s enough ball action.”

Being called Chuckie brought me travesti istanbul back to reality and made me angry again.

I took his cock in my mouth and started moving my head up and down, trying to create some suction and get some saliva on it.

“You got me all worked up sucking my balls, Chuckie. I don’t think slow and steady is going to do it for me,” he said as he scooted back closer to the edge of the couch and put his hands around my head.

He grabbed my head tight and started slamming his cock in my mouth. I could barely breathe when he pulled out before he slammed it back in. He kept pushing deeper and deeper, getting close to gagging me with his hard dick.

“How does that feel Chuckie? How does it feel to have your face fucked by a real man? Is this what you dream about when you look at all that porn?”

“Isn’t this better than just jerking off dreaming about this?”

I was holding on to his legs, having a hard time staying on my knees. All I could feel was his cock slamming in and out of my mouth. Drool was coming out of the sides of my mouth and my eyes started to water.

“Don’t cry, Chuckie. You know this is what you want. You want a man fucking your face hard. This is what you have dreamed about isn’t it?”

Without even thinking I nodded my head and he laughed and fucked my mouth even harder.

I took one hand off his leg and felt my crotch, where my own cock was harder than I ever felt it had been.

He quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped me in the face again, knocking me off my knees again.

“We aren’t here for your enjoyment do you understand? Don’t you dare ever touch yourself when you are around me. Got it Chuckie?”

“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir” I said as I wiped some of the snot and drool off my face.

“Don’t clean yourself off until you are given permission either,” he growled as he grabbed me by my hair and put me back on my knees in front of him.

He slapped me in the face again and I got the message, opening my mouth.

He picked up fucking my face, going back quickly to slamming into me hard and fast. I figured out that if I just kept my head still and let him fuck my mouth, I didn’t feel like I was gagging as much. My cock was so hard in my pants, all I wanted to do was pull it out and jerk off, but I could still feel his hand on my face, so I concentrated on not gagging.

I felt his cock pulsing and prepared for another mouth full of cum. My dick got even harder thinking about it. But he pulled his cock out of my mouth, pumped it a few times, and let his load explode all over my face. I could feel each shot land on my skin, my body jerking with each one.

He pushed my face away from him, again knocking me off my knees as he fell back on the couch.

I laid there on the floor in my own living room, feeling my drool, snot, and tears and his cum dripping off my face, afraid to move. My face burned where he had slapped me. Yet, my cock was so hard in my pants it hurt.

After a few minutes, he took a deep breath, got up, and slipped off his shoes. He stepped out of his pants and boxers and turned to me, “Ok Chuckie, show me around the rest of the house.”

I stood up and he again slapped me in the face, this time making me fall farther to the floor.

“Nobody said you could get up. Stay on your knees.”

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A story of 4 high school friends set in the days before internet or smart phone porn. All involved are over 18 years of age.

I made my way quietly up the stairs into Tonys room and silently closed the hatch. It wasn’t totally dark so I was able to make my way across the room without having to put the lights on or fall over. I could hear faint snoring and heavy breathing so guessed they were all asleep. I wasn’t sure how long I had been downstairs getting fucked by Steve, maybe an hour.

Tony and Paul were in the bed and Grant was sprawled out on the airbed, arms above his head. I crawled onto the airbed and laid down on my back with my head facing into Grant. I could make out the sweaty scent from his thick bushy armpits.

I felt contented and relaxed mulling over the nights events. Before today I didn’t really think that I was gay and yet now I had sucked all my friends’ cocks, got fucked by them, and Tony’s Dad too! How quickly life can change. I drifted off to sleep and had pleasant dreams.

I woke in the morning to the feel of Grant up close to me. I was lying on my side facing out of the bed, and Grant was close up to me, one arm was wrapped over my side, his hot breath on the back of my neck and I could feel his morning boner through his underwear poking against me. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy thinking I was being cuddled by Grant, whereas in reality he had just rolled over in his sleep.

I started to move my arse back a bit and push back against Grants hard cock. He stirred a bit and pulled me closer to him and started to grind his cock against my arse. My own cock started to stir again. I started to inch my underwear down when Grant let out a big sigh and rolled onto his back. I looked over and could see his morning wood making a huge tent in his underwear and a small damp patch of precum.

I rolled over and gently ran my fingers up down the length of Grants shaft. It responded to my light touch by twitching up and down. I thought it was unfair to keep his beast caged in his underwear so I gently hooked my fingers in the waist band and inched them slowly down his hips. As he was on his back I wasn’t able to get them under his arse, but managed to pull the front down. His cock sprung free and I hooked his underwear under his big balls. His musky sweaty scent escaped. A night of wanking, being sucked and fucking and then sweating overnight in his underwear had made the scent quite strong, but I did not find it gross, quite the opposite.

I licked his bell end which tasted a mixture of sweat, precum and the remnants of cum and my arse. I eagerly lapped at the head swirling my tongue around the head and licking the precum out of his piss slit. I licked all the way down to his shaft to his hairy sweaty balls. I licked and sucked them into my mouth one by one, marvelling at the salty taste.

Grant started to stir, his legs moved and he let out a large groan. I looked up and saw him looking down at me.

“I thought I was having a dream,” he half whispered in a state of sleepiness. “What a way to be woken up!”

I took this as encouragement and took his big swollen helmet in my mouth again and started bobbing my head up and down, taking as much of his length in my mouth as I could, making his shaft slick with sweat. Grant placed istanbul travesti one of his hands on my head and gently pushed me further down on his cock. I started to gag but he kept his hand on the back of my head. I could feel his pubes on my nose and face and as he kept pushing, his cock went right down my throat. I was really gagging and thought I was going to vomit, spit and saliva was pouring out of my mouth as well as snot from my nose and tears from my eyes. Grant must have realised from the sounds that I might vomit, so he let go of my head and I pulled off his cock and gasped for air.

“Fuck, that felt amazing, You took my whole cock in your mouth and down your throat!” he triumphantly exclaimed as he lay back, hands clasped behind his back, showing of his bushy musky arm pits.

“Dont stop, carry on,” he added.

As he was now awake I pulled on his underwear. He lifted his hips and I slid them down his legs and off from his feet. I placed my hands on the inside of his thighs and pushed on them and he eased his legs apart. I got between his legs and continued to work on his cock, licking and sucking his head.

I heard some stirring from the other two and could sense movement on the bed.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Tony asked as he sat up on his bed.

“Tom’s sorting out my morning glory,” laughed Grant.

“Well I need my morning boner sorting out too!” stated Tony as made his way from his bed to the air bed where we were.

I was in between Grants legs on my knees, my head down on his cock and my arse poking up. Tony came up behind me and slapped my arse.

“Well if you have got that hole filled with your cock Grant, then I guess I’m going to have to fill this hole with mine!” he said.

With that, he forcefully pulled at my underwear, dragging them down my thighs and pulling them totally off. He slapped my bare arse cheeks again and then with grabbed my bums cheeks and pulled them apart.

“Mmmm, his hole is begging to be fucked again,” continued Tony. It still looks wet from my cum I that shot into him. Won’t need any extra lube,” he chuckled.

He slapped his cock in between my arse cheeks a few times and then spat on both his cock and my hole. He lined his cock head up with my arse, grabbed my hips and pushed in.

“Aaaarrrgghhh,” he sighed as he slid balls deep into me in one go.

“Nyaaaghhhhhhhh,” I groaned with a mouth full of Grants cock.

Tony then proceeded to fuck me fast and hard. The familiar phap phap phap sound echoed around the room as his hips and groin slapped against my arse cheeks. He was fucking me in long fast strokes, pulling most of the way out before slamming back into my cum slick chute.

“Fuck, he’s so wet, I must have shot so much cum in him,” he triumphantly said.

“And me,” Grant chipped in.

“Nah, most of yours came out when you pulled your cock out. This is my load!” he proudly stated.

What neither of them knew was that most of the cum in my arse belonged to Steve/Mr Johnstone, Tonys Dad. It gave me a thrill knowing that Tony was fucking in his Dads cum. As he was pounding my arse, I was sucking hard on Grants cock, bobbing up and down as far as I could go and using my other hand to wank the rest of his shaft with my hand.

“Oh fuck,” was istanbul travestileri collectively said by Grant and Tony.

“I’m so horny I’m going to shoot soon,” Grant said. “Keep sucking Tom!”

“Yeah me too,” said Tony.

Tony was getting quite rough as he was fucking me, slapping my arse and he grabbed my hair and pushed me down on to Grants cock.

“Ggggyaah,” I gagged as Grants cock hit my tonsils and pushed into my throat.

“Yeah, choke on his cock. You love sucking cock while being fucked dontcha?”

“Ynneahh,” was all I was able to utter with Grants swollen cock head in my throat.

“Yeah, take my cock, fuck yeah!” he went on.

“Oh man, keep sucking me Tom.

“Uuurghh uuuurghh uurrgghh,” Tony grunted as the onslaught on my arse continued.

The phap phap phaping sounds got louder and faster.

“Fuck, I’m going shoot another load deep in your arse, oh yeah, oh fuck, oh fuck, take my dick, ahh ahh ahh aaarrrggghhhh,” Tony gasped as I felt his cock twitch and flood my arse with his morning load. He continued pounding my arse through his orgasm.

“Oh man, I’m cumming too,” gasped Grant and I felt his cock expand even thicker and he pumped his hot thick cum down throat, his legs thrashing around as he did so.

“Aaaahhhh,” he groaned as his orgasm peaked, his cock still deep in my throat as was Tonys in my arse. I slowly pulled my mouth off Grants cock, sucking him as I did so, getting all the remnants of cum out.

“Ynah, ahhh, oohh, ah hah enough Tom,” he spluttered as his cock became all sensitive post orgasm, his legs thrashing around.

“Fuck what a way to start a morning,” laughed Tony as he pulled his cock out of my arse. I could feel some of his cum dribble out as he did so. He pulled me up and turned me towards him.

“Clean my cock Tom,” he ordered and pushed my head down onto his cummy cock. I took it in my mouth and sucked all the cum from his cock, which was a mixture of his and his Dads!

Paul began to stir and sat up in the bed.

“What you lot been doing, as if I need to ask. Why didn’t you wake me?” he asked.

“Soz mate, we got carried away, said Tony, “Snooze you lose,” he laughed.

We cleaned ourselves up a bit and put on our underwear and shorts.

“Jeez it fucking stinks in here,” said Paul.

It was true. Four teenaged lads on a hot night, fucking and sweating had given the room a real heady aroma, a real mixture of locker room and sex.

“I’ll open the window and let some fresh air in,” said Tony.

“You’ll need to spray about 10 cans of air freshener or deodorant around to clear the smell,” laughed Grant as he took a cheeky sniff of his musky pits.

“My deodorant is down in the bathroom,” said Tony. “I’ll have a shower after breakfast. You guys can go home stinky,” he laughed.

“Great night though eh lads,” he continued. “We need to do this again real soon,” he added and slapped my arse. “You’ll be up for more wont you Tom?”

“Yeah,” I replied more confidently.

“Sounds good to me,” added Grant. “When?”

“How about tonight?” he replied. “I’m sure Dad will be ok with it.”

“Cool,” grinned Grant.

We put on out T-shirts and went downstairs and into the kitchen. Steve, Mr Johnstone was sat at the table reading travesti istanbul the paper and drinking a cup of coffee.

“Morning boys,” he enthusiastically said as he saw us.

“Morning Dad, morning Mr Johnstone,” we replied.

“Daaad,” said Tony.

“Yes son,” he replied.

“Can they stay over again tonight?”

“Yeah I guess so, although you might want to have a shower before then,” he replied sniffing and screwing his face up. “What you been doing up there all night?” he asked.

I could see Paul and Grant go a little red before Tony quickly responded.

“Well we were hot and sweaty from the beach and garden, and it gets really hot up there in the summer and then we did some arm wrestling and then proper wrestling and got more sweaty.”

“Wrestling huh,” replied Mr Johnstone looking down at the paper again. “I did hear some grunting and thudding on the ceiling. I wondered what you were doing, Iguess that’s what it must have been.”

“Yeah,” replied Tony.

“Well I hope you didn’t all pick on Tom. He’s not as big as the rest of you,” he went on.

“No Dad,” came the reply. “Tom enjoyed the wrestling as much as the rest of us!”

“Sounds like fun. Perhaps you’ll let your Dad in on the action,” he said standing up and taking his empty cup to the sink to wash up. “I’m sure I could show you some moves!”

“Errrr yeah, maybe,” replied Tony looking at the others who all looked wide eyed but trying not to laugh.

“I’ve just had a thought,” Mr Johnstone said. “I was wondering what we could have for dinner tonight Tony, but if you boys are round again, I could get the barbeque out. It’s going to be a smashing day, what d’ya reckon?”

“Yeah Dad that sounds great!” replied Tony.

“Yeah,” the rest of us agreed.

“Great. Well I’ll stop by the supermarket to get some bits, you know, chicken wings, burgers, sausages…. that ok?”

“Yeah sounds great Dad,” replied Tony.

“Is that alright with you boys?”

“Yeah,” Grant and Paul said.

“Tom, you like all of that, burgers, chicken…sausage?” Mr Johnstone asked me. He seemed to especially linger on the word sausage.

I felt myself blush but the attention was taken away from me by Tony trying to suppress a laugh with a cough and the other two smirking.

“Huuuuhhhh, still laughing at the word sausage eh son? Silly child,” he sighed shaking his head, rolling his eyes with a sarcastic grin on his face.

He was right, I did like sausage, all of theirs and I was hopeful that I would get a lot more tonight.

“See you later then boys,” Mr Johnstone said and walked out of the kitchen.

“Fuck that was close,” whispered Tony. “I nearly cracked up proper laughing!”

“That would have taken some explaining,” added Paul.

“Yeah, best he doesn’t find out about sausage boy,” laughed Tony pointing at me.

“And what was all that about wrestling with us,” Grant said quizzically.

“No idea, said Tony. “But I’m sure whatever it was, it wasn’t about our wrestling from last night.”

How wrong you are I thought to myself.

“I’m just going to use the toilet before going,” I said.

“Ok, see you later,” said Paul and Grant as they all headed out into the garden.

I went to the bathroom and had a quick piss. As I came out Mr Johnstone was right by the door.

“I’ll feed you my sausage again tonight then Tom,” he grinned and winked at me and slapped my arse.

“Promises, promises,” I cheekily replied and headed out to get my bike and cycled home.

To be continued…

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I’m happy to say things didn’t get too weird for us. I’d heard about straight guys who fool around with gay guys and then get weird or even violent, but I’m thankful John wasn’t like that. No, he didn’t suddenly go all gay, but he also didn’t act uncomfortable around me, either. Mostly, we just kept doing our work and going to our classes.

I was trying not to get too wrapped up in this hot, supposedly straight guy I roomed with. I really was. I was young, but I knew it could end badly. Still, we’d taken things to a nice level, and I didn’t want it to stop. Not that I had much to worry about. Maybe it was my imagination, or wishful thinking, but it seemed like he was going to fewer parties. He still drank, but sometimes he’d just sneak a few beers to the room and hang out. We were talking more, laughing more, and becoming closer. It definitely seemed that way.

Sometimes, after he’d had a couple of beers, he’d be back by me, rubbing my shoulders, or even down my chest. I wasn’t built like him, but I wasn’t all that bad, and he seemed to like at least that level of closeness. And then what usually happened would happen… we’d move to one of the beds, and I’d suck him and swallow his load. You may be thinking, is that all?

Well, not all, but that was the main thing, and for a while, that was fine. He’d still make out with me sometimes, and I actually thought that was a level of closeness that was a lot to expect from him, so I wasn’t complaining!

I lived to make this hot man moan and cum, and he loved how I made his balls pull tight and his dick shoot. That may seem like too little, but it was plenty for us. And I do mean “us,” since he didn’t even seem to be trying to bring girls back anymore. Again, I was trying not to read too much into it, but the last time I’d seen a girl in our room was the one he made cum from fucking her with his big dick. Honestly, I was glad. I was trying not to take things too far, but I didn’t like other people having him, even if it was hot witnessing him getting a girl off just from his thrusts and the size of that dick.

Really, life was pretty good. Was I seeing anyone else? No, but I also was pretty low profile. I still wasn’t ready for “out and proud,” so this worked really well.

Then one day, something happened. You may be wondering, did they take it to the next level? Well, yes, but probably not in the way you’d think. One Friday, John said, “hey, Jess, wanna catch a movie?”

I was burned out from a long week of classes and studying, so I immediately said yes. There was a theater not far from campus, and we decided to catch the 7pm show. As we entered the theater, John headed for the back row, up high in stadium seating. As we got to the row, he held out his arm, indicating that I should go in first. So I did, grabbing a seat near the middle of the empty row. There were very few people around there, and that was fine by me. John followed me and sat right next to me, without leaving an empty seat between us.

The movie started and he rested his hand on my thigh. That was nice. Just comfortable closeness, and yes, I was reading a bit into that. We watched the movie, and around midway, he took his hand off my thigh. Then he lifted his arm and rested it across my shoulders. He clearly didn’t need to seduce me. He already knew he could have me when he wanted. This was just… nice.

It was getting very hard to not fall seriously in love with istanbul travesti this man, but I was trying to keep myself under control. After a little while, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “you know, you’re pretty sexy,” paused and added, “for a guy.” I was tempted to say “gee, thanks,” but I just chuckled.

Then he turned a little in his seat and stroked my face with the back of his other hand. Whoa! I thought my head would explode. My other head certainly wanted to, in that moment! I wasn’t sure what to do, and I also wasn’t that into a public display of affection, even in the back of a movie theater. I looked into his eyes and was about to ask what’s going on. I think I said, “John, what’s” when he leaned all the way in and started kissing me. Not even tender kisses to start. No, these were full-on, deep, tongue-wrestling French kisses. I was way too turned on to worry about being caught, and we kept kissing until we finally collected ourselves and sat back in our seats.

How we didn’t rush back to the room right then is beyond me, but we didn’t. We calmed down a bit, and we managed to watch the rest of the movie. But when it was over, we headed back to the dorm. In the rom-com Hollywood could write about us someday, we trotted back, hand-in-hand, but that isn’t actually true. No hand holding on the way back. But we needed to be together in more ways than this. So we headed home.

When we got to our door, I practically dropped the keys, I was so nervous. Really, I don’t know why. It’s not like this was new territory, but in some way it felt like it. I finally got the door unlocked, and we pushed through it like we were running from some danger. As we slammed the door behind us, John pinned me up against it and started kissing me with a ravenous force that was amazing. I felt his huge strength and his hunger as we kissed and our hands ran all over each other.

What had changed? I don’t know, but this was beyond anything before. He started pulling at my clothes, and I remembered worrying that he was going to rip them. What can I say? I couldn’t just go with the passion. I still had to worry about that. Between us, we managed to pull clothes off without too much damage, and I was pulling at his, too. As his bare skin was being revealed to me, I was overwhelmed. Hardly the first time, but I felt it. Something had changed.

In moments, all of our clothes were on the floor. I looked into his eyes again and kissed him. Then I looked down his body and said, “you’re so beautiful!” He smiled, kissed me a bit more tenderly this time and looked at my body. “You know, I think I was afraid to tell you sooner, but so are you.”

Another confusing moment, but who was I to complain?

Have I mentioned how perfect and gorgeous his smile is? He turned it on again, and I could feel the power of that smile in my pounding heart. “Come here,” he said, and guided me, my hand in his, over to his bed.

We laid on the bed, and he looked down into my eyes, leaning in again to kiss me. His hand stroked my hair, and I was ready to do just about anything he wanted. I wanted to know what was going on. I had so many questions. But I also didn’t want to mess this up. I was thinking, live in the moment, Jess. For once, save the questions and just let this happen. It’s not a dream. This gorgeous man wants you, so just let it happen.

John and I kept kissing, gently then deeply then gently again. I felt his hand run down my istanbul travestileri body and cup my ass. Then he kept going to my thigh and back up as we kept kissing. This felt like it was going from fooling around to making love.

Then he stopped.

He stopped and just smiled at me again. “How did I not appreciate you more until now?”

I smiled back. “Umm, John, I think that’s because one of the first things we ever talked about was your quest for pussy. And you might have noticed I’m not a girl, so there’s that.”

“I was an idiot.”

“Okay, chill. Why are you being this way?”

He sighed and looked serious. “Yeah, okay. I’m just trying to figure everything out.”

I could see he was very serious, so I said, “How about you don’t worry about ‘figure everything out’ for now and just enjoy being together?”

The serious look disappeared and the smile came back. He leaned in and kissed me again.

We were rolling around, feeling each other’s bodies, kissing deeply, and then he pinned me. His hands and mine were intertwined, and he was above me, using his weight and strength to hold me in place.

His smile got a mischievous look, and John said, “now we’re going to do exactly what I want to do!”

“But I thought we have been doing…”

He said, “hush, you!” and kissed me again, long and deep. Then he broke the kiss and started heading down. Kissing my neck. Then licking my nipples. Then sucking them. And then, oh god, he was biting them hard! And my dick jumped as he did. I found myself grabbing his head and moaning. While he didn’t really stop what he was doing, he managed to say, “I think someone likes this. That’s worth remembering!” Then he went back to work, one nipple and then the other while one hand went down to grab my aching dick. It’s amazing I didn’t cum right then, and he noticed. “Ooh, someone is very happy! Try to hang on there, stud. Don’t go shooting all over!”

He let go of my dick, but I was momentarily disappointed as he also moved away from my nipples. But what was he doing? He was kissing down my belly and sliding that muscular body against mine. Amazing I didn’t blow my load as his abs were rubbing against my dick. He kept moving and as he got to my crotch, he moved to one of my thighs and was licking and kissing along it. Then he was between my thighs, lying on his belly, looking up at me.

John took my dick in his hand, and that smile that melted my heart was back on his face. “Jess?”

“Uh huh?” (which was about all I could say, since this whole scene was unbelievable)

John continued, with my throbbing dick held firmly in his hand, “how much do you think a straight guy can do with another guy before he has to admit to being at least a bit gay?”

“Uh, I don’t know. Seriously?”

“Well,” he said, “what if I did this?” And with that my brain exploded, as I watched that stunning man lean in and run his tongue from my balls to the head of my dick.

“Ohmigod!” was all I could get out. It felt awesome, but just seeing him do that…

“So what do you think?”

“I don’t know,” I panted.

“Really? Then what if I do this?” and he slowly–ever so slowly–took first the head and then the length of my dick in his mouth. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt! Not just because he was doing it really well but because of who it was. I had it bad for my roomie by this time, and I didn’t expect him to do everything to me that I was willing travesti istanbul to do to him.

He started going slowly. He moved sensuously up and down the shaft, and I thought I might hyperventilate! It felt so good! He stopped and said, “you’re not only cute, but you’ve got a nice dick.”

“Who are you?” I laughed.

“The guy who’s going to empty your balls, that’s who.”

And he took me back in his mouth. Again, the slow, sensuous sucking and licking up and down my length, and then he went faster and faster. As it happened, that was about the only way to make me cum from a blowjob, but he seemed to get that instinctively.

As John sucked and moved quickly up and down my dick, I felt a feeling starting deep inside. Like this orgasm was going to come from somewhere deep in my guts and blast through my balls and out my dick. It was like nothing I’d felt before, no matter how much I’d enjoyed cumming with him in the past.

I knew I at least had to give him the choice, so I said, “John, I’m getting close.” And he did what I sort of guessed he might, considering how things were going. He didn’t stop. He kept going until I cried out and started to cum. I lost count of how many times I shot in his mouth, but it was blindingly intense. What an amazing orgasm!

He just kept sucking and bobbing, and I barely got out, “John, stop! Too sensitive!” And he stopped bobbing on my cock, but he held me deep in his mouth and let me keep cumming. To this day, I can’t describe how unbelievable it felt. After what had to be at least 5 spurts, he came up off my dick and panted, “couldn’t swallow it all!” And held my dick tightly in his hand as I was still spurting.

Finally, the orgasm subsided and I couldn’t do anything but pant. “Wow, that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced!”

He seemed to like hearing that. I added, “now, I think we need to take care of you!”

“No, I’m good. Can we just lie here for a bit?”

He really was a puzzle that night. “Sure, I think I’d like that.”

“There will be plenty of time for sex. For now, I just want this.” And he wrapped his arms around me.

I touched his face and stroked his hair as he held me in his arms.

I’d heard the term “semester gay” at some point, and in my head I’d told myself that the most John would be was that. He was experimenting. Maybe he was. Even regular, straight relationships don’t last, especially in college, and I was trying to be realistic. Still, this felt so… loving.

We kissed more. This time, gently. John said, “can we just stay like this?”

“Sure.”

“I mean,” he added, “can you stay here? Sleep with me tonight?”

It wasn’t even so late at night, but there was nothing in the world I wanted more, so we curled up together. He then did something funny. Our room wasn’t that huge, and the end of the bed was near the light switch. Not quite close enough, but he wriggled around enough, so he could stretch one of those beautiful, long swimmer’s legs out to whack the switch and shut the lights. I chuckled, but that left us in the dark, except for a little light coming in the window. It wasn’t much, but as our eyes adjusted, it was all we needed.

We continued stroking each other gently and exchanged gentle kisses as we were lying there. He still hadn’t cum, and it’s not like I would have considered it to be a sacrifice to get him off. I was living for that! But I also knew enough to revel in these tender moments, whether this would be the only time or not, and that seemed like a real possibility. I guess I’d get a better idea when I woke up in the morning. For that moment, I soaked in the joy of being in the arms of this stud I’d thought was well beyond reach when we first met.

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Working on the Addington ranch was both a blessing and a curse, in multiple ways. Alan did not mind his coworkers- they were all nice enough and he really had no choice but to get along with the people he slept next to every night.

His boss gave few fucks about the actual well-being of the farmhands. Richard Addington was not cruel, but he sure as hell wasn’t a nice man. He was serious and traditional, and if he knew what his son got up to in the loft of the barn he would have a heart attack. Speaking of, Virgil Addington was a curse from God.

The boy- and he really was a boy, only freshly eighteen- was the biggest nuisance Alan had ever met. He loved pissing off his father in ways even Alan hadn’t dared when he was younger, talking back like his daddy wasn’t one of the most powerful man in the state.

Even the sight of him was torturous. A lithe little body befitting the type of man who would never need to work a day in his life, a pair of pale slender legs begging to be marked. To top it all off, the cherry on the ice cream, he had the sweetest ass Alan had ever seen. He had seen plenty of women in his life and not one had been blessed with an ass like Virgil Addington’s.

Given all that, Alan considered it something of a miracle that he had lasted this long. Long enough to get wrapped up in an inescapable heatwave.

Virgil was sweating out in the Georgia sun same as the rest of them. He fanned himself with one of his mother’s fans, as if a piece of canvas stretched over some sticks would stave off the oppressive heat. It was almost comical to watch him wave so desperately at his sunburnt, freckled face.

Alan wiped the sweat from his brow with a dirty rag when the salt began to sting his eyes. He stared at Virgil, at the boy’s ass attempting to balance on the little fence rail he had perched on. He looked good like that, the sweat dripping down the center of his back and soaking the back of his tanktop. Alan licked his lips and grabbed another bag of feed which he hefted it over his shoulder. He wasn’t oblivious to the way Virgil’s gaze followed him as he worked.

He was sick of the heat. Mr. Addington had been working everyone damn near to death, long days with little reprieve. If it kept up, he couldn’t guarantee that Virgil would be enough of an incentive to keep him working on the ranch.

He caught sight of the boy sliding off the fence just as he set down the bag of feed. Virgil sent him a wink as he disappeared around the corner of the barn. The boy was dangerous, he knew, but by God he just could not keep away.

Alan waved down Johnny.

“I’m gonna take a break, go get a beer. I’ll be istanbul travesti back soon as possible.” Johnny gave him a look that told him he knew there would be no beer involved in this break. He returned it with an unapologetic grin and walked around the barn to where his boy waited.

By the time he got there, Virgil’s tanktop was hanging off the handle of the busted wheelbarrow out back and the boy was trying to cool his chest with the little fan.

“Hey Alan,” Virgil crooned. His half-lidded eyes were somehow more scorching than the sun’s heat as he gave the man a once-over.

Alan licked his lips. He wanted to pounce, take the boy by the hips and lick the salt from his skin. The heat made him sluggish though, and he ambled over slowly, eyes trailing over the perky nipples and smooth chest.

Virgil turned over so his back was to Alan, chest to the side of the barn. He hooked his thumbs into his tight denim pants. Slowly, the fabric was pulled down. It was the most torturous striptease he had ever witnessed. He stumbled forward and with one hand reached out to grab one fat asscheek.

“Fuck, Virgil, you know exactly what you’re doin’, don’t ya. Little fuckin’ minx lookin’ all sweet and eager.” He shoved Virgil’s jeans down the rest of the way to get at his ass. The boy had teased him long enough. He held him against the barn, tight to the hot metal and tight to his burning chest.

“Are you going to do something about it?” Even pinned under Alan, he still grinned like he was in control.

“Shut it brat,” he growled. There was no heat in his words, though, and it made Virgil giggle. He could feel the little shiver that went down Virgil’s spine and it made the fire in his belly burn hotter.

Alan got down on one knee, cupping Virgil’s ass like it was his most treasured possession, like he was a starving man and Virgil was the sweetest, juiciest peach he had ever seen.

He couldn’t stop himself from taking a bite.

His teeth pushed into supple flesh, not hard enough to break the skin but enough that Virgil squealed. He sucked a mark into Virgil’s ass, a deep purpling bruise that made his dick harden further in his pants. He bit again, further up the right cheek this time.

Virgil whined and kicked with each bite but didn’t try to get away, let him bite and suck all he wanted until his ass was covered in marks. Satisfied with his handiwork, Alan spread apart his bruised cheeks to get at the tight hole hidden between them.

They both moaned when he put his mouth to Virgil’s hole. If he could spend his whole life like this, he would. He pressed a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to it, feeling istanbul travestileri it tense up as Virgil trembled. Alan didn’t even stop to unbutton his pants as he licked up the salt and sweet taste of his little georgia peach. He rubbed his cock through his jeans and it was nearly enough to have him spilling into his underpants.

His boy moaned so sweetly, arching his back like a whore vying for a tip as he got his ass eaten.

“A-Alan! Oh, oh fuck,” he whimpered. His thighs tensed and his knees trembled as if keeping him upright was getting to be a chore. If Alan reached around his hip, he knew he’d find Virgil’s cock dripping and eager for release.

Alan gave his little hole one last sucking kiss and pressed his tongue inside. He heard the slap of Virgil’s hand over his mouth as he tried to muffle the cry that spilled out. Spit dribbled down his chin as he dug his tongue in as far as it could reach. Alan tightened his grip on Virgil’s hip and practically pulled him back onto his mouth. When he pulled back to breath he nuzzled his cheek against Virgil’s ass.

They both were panting like dogs, sweat visibly dripping down Virgil’s body. He couldn’t help licking some of the droplets as they ran past.

“Alan, please I want you so bad,” he keened. He wiggled his hips as if it would entice the man into giving him what he wanted.

Alan stood up and pressed Virgil to the wall with his hips. He

“You want my cock, pretty boy? Want me to give you a proper fuck out behind your daddy’s barn where anyone can hear you moaning like a whore?” The desperate little nod he got made him dizzy with lust.

He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his throbbing cock, rubbing it against the spit-slicked hole begging to be filled. His hands looked so good squeezing Virgil’s bruised little ass. He couldn’t help but knead the undoubtedly sore flesh, spreading it out then squeezing the thick mounds around his length. He could finish like this, fucking Virgil’s asscheeks til he painted his back white, but he knew he was a slave to the boy’s desires. Virgil wanted to be fucked.

He lined himself up with Virgil’s hole but it took a bit of effort, using just spit and sweat to ease the way. The sweat dripping into his eyes didn’t help matters. His cock slipped the first try, which prompted an annoyed huff from Virgil. He gave the boy a slap on the thigh for it. Alan spit in his hand and slicked up his dick, pressing it against his hole once more. This time he gripped himself tight and pushed until Virgil’s body yielded.

Alan gripped his hips tight and held him in place to spear him onto his length. His boy moaned oh so travesti istanbul sweetly under him. He looked so good, all spread out on Alan’s cock and eager to be fucked. Virgil’s hole had a vice grip around his dick, always so hard to pull out of.

Virgil jolted with the first thrust, his legs nearly giving out under him. Alan held him up and began to fuck him. He pulled Virgil back into each thrust, forcing his cock as deep as it could go. He didn’t bother to angle himself to find his boy’s sweet spot.

He wanted so badly to bite down on Virgil’s delicate shoulder, mark him up for everyone to see, but he knew it would get him sacked. He reached down instead for Virgil’s cock. It fit so perfectly in his hand, almost engulfed when he wrapped his fist around it.

“Please, please, please,” Virgil chanted. His hole tightened around Alan’s cock, squeezing him until he could barely pull out. He kept going, fist jerking Virgil off and hips pistoning into his ass.

A knock from the inside of the barn startled them both out of their pleasure. It had to be Johnny, warning them to quiet down. Alan stopped entirely and Virgil whined in protest.

“Shh, your daddy’ll hear you, boy.” Without any warning, he pulled Virgil away from the barn and pulled him down onto the ground, shoving his chest to the dirt and getting his ass in the air.

He was on Virgil again in an instant, lining up his dick and sliding in without hesitation.

It felt animalistic like this. Alan bent over him, rutting his cock into him like a dog fucking a bitch in heat. This way, he could muffle Virgil’s sounds with the grass while he held him down and used his hole.

It wasn’t much longer until he felt Virgil jerk and shiver under him, hips twitching as he came on the ground. His moans came stifled and near-silent. The feeling of his insides fluttering around Alan’s cock dragged the man over the edge with him. He grunted and squeezed Virgil tighter as he began to spill into the boy’s hole.

Alan ground his hips against Virgil’s ass, wringing the last bit of pleasure from his orgasm. When he pulled his softening cock out, cum dribbled out and down between Virgil’s thighs. They were both sticky with sweat and cum and Alan was sure he was on the verge of overheating.

“Go on back to the house and get cleaned up before your daddy catches you out here,” he grumbled.

“Mmf,” Virgil whined. Alan gave him a swat and he did as he was told. He stood on shaky legs and began pulling his pants up from around his calves. Alan didn’t hide the way he stared at Virgil’s ass, all marked up from his mouth and dripping cum. Another knock on the wall of the barn told him to get moving.

He left Virgil with a kiss to his dirt-smeared cheek and went around to the front of the barn to get back to work. He knew the boy’s ass would be far too sore to sit around on the fence teasing him for the rest of the day.

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All Rights Reserved © 2021, Rick Haydn Horst

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

CHAPTER ONE

June 20th

Henri Estalon could never have found the perfect location in Miami simply by looking. An inner voice told him to use the southernmost point of Key Biscayne. So, on that warm and windy summer solstice, he and Ronan would allow the transfer to happen there, accepting that events would unfold as they should.

Eight o’clock had sped toward them, but the sun had yet to touch the horizon in that so-called, golden hour —which would last 32 minutes—before the sunset at 8:14. So, they waited in nail-biting anticipation upon the concrete sea wall staring out over the water.

“The world is a far more complicated place than in my day,” said Henri. “To lose the personal memories from your past in 2016 is a frightening prospect. People can verify things these days; you can’t just make stuff up anymore. And not to deter you—as the decision is yours—but have you the will to become the man you envision? None of the others ever drew such attention, and you must endure the repercussions for a thousand years.”

“I’m sure,” said Ronan. “I don’t know that anything I do will change much, but I want to make a difference somehow.”

“You will bring something quite new to Chiron’s unique existence; you are a very different sort of man from myself and the others that came before you.”

“You mean because I identify as gay.”

“Well, yes, there’s that…but then, perhaps, it’s just because I came from an era so far removed from this one, and there’s only so much a man can do to stay current. At this stage, I do feel a bit too disconnected from modernity to function well here. I suppose that’s why Prometheus wisely insisted a change must occur every thousand years. In the end, Admissārius probably realized that too.”

“Are you afraid?” Ronan asked.

“No, and when your time comes, neither will you be.” He glanced down at Ronan’s lap, and he laughed a little at the skinny young man. “I don’t know that your plan with the oversized bathing suit will work. It won’t hurt to try, but Admissārius and I were both naked when the transfer happened, and…well…let’s just say one must experience it to understand why, but I will wear mine as an experiment, and we’ll see what happens.”

“You told me I would pass out. I just thought it would be better if I weren’t naked when that happens.”

“You will be half Chiron and therefore one-quarter equine, so Stallion by name, stallion by nature. An intellectual or not, Chiron would have dealt with a deplorable sense of inadequacy as a pure human, so you both have a say. You agreed to this though, so you’ll just have to live with it as the rest of us have.”

Turning his head, Ronan checked both directions of the bicycle path behind them. “You’re sure this is the spot?”

Henri nodded. “I believe, we came here for more than just the view, only Prometheus knows why, but I feel deep within me the importance of your presence here. So, fear not, the stars will reach their position, and it will happen as it should.”

Ronan held Henri’s hand. “I have loved you like a father. I want you to know that.”

“I know. In 1046, I had one biological child, and I would have outlived them…and my grandchildren if they had any…and any great-grandchildren, and so on.”

“Can we have children? I got the impression that couldn’t happen.”

“Admissārius gave me that impression as well, but it happened just the once, and it never happened again. It was not something I intended; due to the nature of this life, I couldn’t stay. And while we’re not expressly forbidden to tell anyone anything, the fewer the better. What would I have said to them? One day the child or any of the child’s progeny could turn eighty, and I would still be thirty. This life is not an easy one. It holds many incredible experiences that most people could never imagine, counterbalanced by enough heartbreak to make you question if it’s even worth it. But then, I met you. You’re the only one that I’ve had the opportunity to love like a son, and I couldn’t be prouder of you. You have made the last thousand years worthwhile, and I love you very much.”

They watched the sun in the distance as it met the sea. It had begun, so they left the wall and moved to the middle of the pathway.

“I don’t want you to go,” said Ronan, hugging Henri tightly.

“I have no choice,” he said in sympathy, “and despite how you feel at this moment, you don’t need me anymore. It’s time for you to take my place.”

Ronan hesitated to ask, “Will this hurt?”

“You’ve been afraid to ask me that question.”

“Yeah.”

“For me,” he said, “I don’t istanbul travesti know. For you, this will be quite painful for a few moments, but you’ll be unconscious for the worst of it. Fortunately, you won’t have to carry the memory of seeing me go, and I suspect that would hurt you more than anything else.”

They stood there in one another’s arms, prepared for a painful parting, watching the beauty of the sinking sun with the roar of the ocean and the wind in their ears, a scene that on any other occasion would impart a sense of awe, and the mystery about the simple joys of being alive.

When the sun had only one half left, Henri said a little breathless, “I’m beginning to feel hot.” He pulled Ronan more tightly to him. “Not long now.” When the last moments came, wisps of a fiery glow emerged from Henri and swirled around him. He brought his mouth near Ronan’s ear. “Remember to keep the love in your heart and the image in your mind.”

Henri’s body began to shudder, and the moment the sun vanished, a brilliant, white-hot light passed between them, and a searing burn ripped through Ronan’s body. His mouth gaped in a silent scream, and his arms—spread as they were—no longer wrapped Henri in a loving embrace. Keeping their chests together, Henri held him aloft when Ronan’s legs left the ground. Every nerve blistering like he had become fire itself. The pain overwhelmed his senses, and he collapsed into unconsciousness.

His strength failing him, Henri used the last he had to lower Ronan’s naked body to the ground. He stood over him only for a moment and gazed upon the young man whom he had loved for many years. He had time for three words, “Goodbye, my son.” His feet no longer held him, and as he tipped away from Ronan, the wind caught bits of ash until he crashed upon the ground in a billowing plume carried on the breeze to the sea, and by morning, the remainder would lay indistinguishable from the inconsequential dust beneath any passing jogger’s feet.

——-

June 21st

Officer Liam Phillips would never procrastinate with the snooze button for an extra five minutes of sleep, nor would he set all his clocks ahead ten minutes to compensate for a lifetime of tardiness. In his perpetual best-foot-forward attitude, for five days of every week, when the alarm went off, his feet would hit the floor for his morning exercise in the gym up the street. Unlike a stereotypical cop, Officer Phillips stayed fit. He never knew when he needed any specific ability; not that his job on Key Biscayne consisted of the frequent pulling of victims from burning vehicles, but he could manage it with ease if the occasion should arise, and to him, that mattered most.

Five years earlier, he started work at the station on the key. At that time, he moved into a one-bedroom, South-Point apartment on Collins Avenue, but he never settled in. The apartment’s empty white walls lacked a personal touch, and a veritable Klotski of square boxes holding much of his past, all packed and taped with care, remained stacked against the dining room wall, a puzzle that needed solving for why he had yet to make a home there.

After a morning workout, he had a hearty breakfast of eggs, oatmeal, plain yogurt, fruit, and coffee while he caught up on the news and weather report, followed by readying himself for work, singing along with whatever song suited his mood from the eclectic array of music on his smartphone.

He used the towel to defog the bathroom mirror to the metronomic beat of “I Love a Rainy Night” and lathered up for a quick shave of his sun-kissed skin. As a Florida Police Officer, they had regulations against facial hair, and that made grooming more complicated for him. His dark beard hair would blend into his chest hair if he let it, but with manscaping all the rage, he had a plethora of options for trimmers to fight the growth that sought to emerge from beneath his t-shirts, and he kept his trimmed to the collarbone.

He leaned close to the mirror as he donned his contact lenses. His mother, grandmother, classmates, past boyfriends, and anyone who ever got close enough to his face would comment about his eyes. Strangers would often ask if they were natural, as most anyone else would have to fake the cornflower blue that garnered so much attention in his youth.

He parked his Jeep at the station, stared at the building, and smiled to himself. He enjoyed being a police officer on Key Biscayne. Some might say he enjoyed it a little too much.

Uniformed and ready, he sauntered into the department at 7:54 AM to check-in and get a cup of coffee, as everyone did.

“Good morning, short-timer,” said Rodriguez at the front desk.

“Hey! I figured you would get back out there today.”

“No. They removed the cast and said my arm was fine, but here I am for seven more days of light-duty; the doctor insisted. I cover for you starting next week. And speaking of that, Sergeant Watkins told me you’ve istanbul travestileri not taken a vacation in 3 years, and they made you use it or lose it. What is wrong with you?”

Phillips laughed. “Isn’t every day a vacation when you love your job?”

“No,” stated Sergeant Watkins who had walked up behind him, shaking his head at such a ridiculous idea. “And since this is your last day before you begin a prescribed 6 weeks of workaholic rehabilitation—and I know we’ll get so little out of you today—I’m going to offer it to you again, if you want to take a personal day and just go, no one will blame you.”

Phillips knew the sergeant was right, he had nearly turned into a 28-year-old workaholic. Every chance he could work, he did, but he knew he needed the time away from it. However, for the past three years and a reason he couldn’t explain, he never took any.

“That’s tempting,” he said. “Will you give me some time today to think about it?”

“Sure, and I have a crap job to help convince you. A call just came in. Bill Baggs just opened, and the first jogger of the day says there’s a naked drunk man passed out on the trail at the south tip. I want you to go assess the situation, and call an ambulance if it’s warranted, but text Rodriguez and let us know if he’s covered in puke. Right now, the puke pool has set the odds at 20 to 1, and as I lost the last two times, this one better be puke-free; I need to recoup my losses.”

“No problem,” said Phillips. “Depending on his location, I might get patrol car stuck down there. I’ll take my Jeep.” Phillips hurried out the door.

Key Biscayne would get the occasional passed out drunk. Sometimes it was an actual resident, but usually, someone from elsewhere would show up and be a poor reminder to rich residents of the realities of the world. Residents wouldn’t even bother to call 9-1-1 when they saw one, they had no desire to draw attention to unsightliness. The locals paid such high taxes they expected never to see drunks on the streets or anywhere else. So, they insisted that the police give them a surreptitious bum’s rush and take them off the key.

Phillips would find the location in question seven minutes down Crandon Boulevard. The Bill Baggs Cape Florida State Park, home of the decommissioned Cape Florida Lighthouse, presented an opportunity for birdwatching, jogging, family gatherings, and the like.

On arrival, three people, including the caller, hovered over what he could see was a man sprawled on the ground. He cautiously pulled past them to provide access to the cargo area and parked the Jeep. The naked man lay in an odd position, his legs partially tucked under him with his knees off to the side, and his arms straight out from his body. The caller had found a red solo cup on the side of the pathway and placed it over the man’s genitals to keep people from gawking, a thoughtful idea, if not wholly sanitary.

“Thank you very much,” Phillips told them, and insisted they move along to let him do his job, and they left. He pulled on a pair of blue gloves from a pouch on his belt giving the man an assessment of his appearance. No doubt about it, the guy was attractive. He had a rectangular face with masculine features, and if he were a drunk, his skin showed no sign of it. So, he wasn’t the usual drunk.

“Hey, buddy,” he tried to shake him a little to awaken him. “Can you hear me?”

The man was unconscious, but he had a regular pulse and was breathing fine. The pupils of his cognac-colored eyes responded normally with a flashlight. He opened his mouth to find beautiful, straight white teeth. He had no sign of alcohol on his breath, or anything up his nose. Overall, his skin looked healthy without discoloration and wasn’t cool to the touch.

He texted Rodriguez. [No puke. Not a drunk, but unconscious. No time for an ambulance. Taking him to Mercy.]

He received a text that only read [Acknowledged].

He opened the rear of his vehicle and lowered the seats to enlarge the cargo space. In his attempt to hoist him into the Jeep, he noticed the man had a bold, half-finished black tattoo across his back—shoulder to shoulder—that when complete, would read STALLION in a fancy but legible serif font. When he picked him up a bit more, the solo cup fell and out spilled the reason the woman bothered.

“Oh, wow… You know what you are, don’t ya, big fella?” He struggled to get him into the vehicle, but he got him there. He covered him with the blanket he always kept there.

On the way, he called Mercy Hospital—hands-free of course. He had a number he could call for emergency use. He relayed what he could from his cursory observations. “I am Officer Liam Phillips from the Key Biscayne Police Department. I’m bringing to the emergency entrance a man about 27 years old, maybe 6-feet-tall. He’s fit, about 190 pounds. He is breathing. His pulse is good. His pupils respond normally, but he’s unconscious and unresponsive. travesti istanbul He has no apparent drug use and may have been exposed to the elements all night, but his skin is warm to the touch.”

As it was still early, the hospital wasn’t too busy, so they took the man back immediately, and checked his vitals. His temperature was normal; his blood pressure was 117 over 78. The man’s nurse named Lidia Morales felt in his hair to find any bumps or contusions on his head.

“Where did you find him?” she asked Phillips.

“On the bike trail in the park on south Key Biscayne. I couldn’t tell how long he had been there. The ground around him was dry, so that probably helped.”

“I don’t feel or see any bumps, and no ticks; externally, he seems fine. We have an open bed, so we’ll take him back. The doctor will want a blood sample.”

Phillips followed the man on the gurney from triage into an examination room with a bed that could weigh the patient. It read 193 pounds. “I guesstimated pretty well,” he said to himself. Once alone with him, he hovered over his face and gazed upon him in the stark fluorescent lighting. “Can you hear me?” he said to the guy. “You know, some guys get their surnames across their back like that. They usually have many other tattoos though. You look too clean-cut for that. So, are you Mr. Stallion or just known as a stallion? Hmm? I wish you would wake up. I have questions. Has someone assaulted you? Has someone injected you or something? What happened to you?”

After a few minutes, Dr. Cohen entered the room.

“Hello, officer, I heard you brought someone in. Let’s see what we have here.” He checked his pulse, pupils, mouth, nose, ears, rechecked his scalp, and gave his body a visual examination. “He certainly is healthy-looking for someone so unconscious,” said the doctor. “I have ordered some blood work, and we’ll see what information that gets us. May I ask your interest in this man?”

“I want to know if he’s been assaulted. If he suddenly wakes up, it would be nice to get a statement if that’s possible. So, I guess you could say that my interest is a professional one, and I’m the one who brought him here.”

“If he should wake up, there’s no guarantee he’ll be in a position to answer any questions, but out of professional courtesy, I will agree for you to stay, so long as you don’t get in the way.”

“I appreciate that, thank you.”

The phlebotomist entered when the doctor left.

“Hey, I’m here to draw blood,” she said in obviousness.

Phillips watched closely as she laid her instruments on the metal tray table, including six vacuum tubes. She seated herself upon the stool and found his arm beneath the blanket, studied his veins for a moment, and proceeded to prepare for the draw. She gloved up and installed a needle on the vacutainer tube holder with practiced ease. She tied the rubber tourniquet around his upper arm and swabbed the area with alcohol. She held the needle for insertion and pushed. Nothing happened. She repositioned the needle and pushed. The needle wouldn’t pierce his skin. Phillips got closer and watched her try it again. It just wouldn’t go in. The phlebotomist was getting frustrated. She closed off the needle, set it aside, and prepared another from her pocket. She tried it again, but it wouldn’t go in. Turning a tad pale, she set everything down, said, “Excuse me,” and left the room.

Phillips immediately called Sergeant Watkins and not once could he take his eyes off the arm of the man on the hospital bed. “Hey, you were right all along,” he said in distraction. “I should take that personal day.” The sergeant said he would put it in the books and told him to enjoy his vacation.

Phillips found the man intriguing. Before him lay a handsome mystery, and he had no intention of leaving.

A few minutes later, Dr. Cohen entered, a little perturbed with the phlebotomist. Apparently, if you wanted something done right, you must do it yourself, but the instant he tried to push the needle into the man’s arm, it wouldn’t go in for him either, not even a little. He laid the vacutainer holder onto the metal tray and stepped back a little. He turned to the phlebotomist. “Could you leave the room, please?” Once she had, he spoke to the officer. “Where did you find this man?”

“A jogger found him naked and unconscious at the southern tip of Key Biscayne, I checked him over, he is now as he was then, and I brought him here.”

The doctor uncovered the man, and they could see his fully nude body. He picked up the needle and an alcohol pad. He swabbed the man’s right thigh and tried to push the needle into his leg. It wouldn’t pierce the skin. He raised his hand and slammed the needle into the man’s thigh. It didn’t penetrate and left not even a scratch.

“That’s…aah, that’s not normal,” said Phillips.

“No…it’s not…” The doctor laid the instrument onto the table again and began to check the man’s every nook and fold to find anything unusual. He recovered him with the blanket. He looked at the chart made by the staff when he arrived. “This says his weight is 193 pounds.”

“Yeah, that’s what it was when they brought him in, I saw it on the end of the bed when she wrote it down.”

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Note to readers: I wrote the first chapter of this story as a standalone piece originally. Feel free to see it as such if you don’t like the directions I take it from here. Also this chapter will be published in the gay male category, as it is almost entirely guy on guy action but the characters are still bi and do mention the women Riley is partnered to frequently and you do hear a little from them in dialogue. If that’s not your cup of tea, I encourage you to read no further!

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After Damian’s first meeting with Bryn, Riley, and Zoe, he was hooked. He had been with couples for threesomes but a foursome was something else. It wasn’t just the number of people either; their dynamic with each other and with him was so enticing. Usually with a couple, a man would either try to “out-man” him or would be mostly a silent observer unless his wife invited him or egged him on to participate in the encounter. While there was fun to be had in either scenario, it was rare that a man in a relationship with women so openly embraced his interest in Damian. The fact that Bryn and Zoe were the married couple of the triad, and that Riley was a house-husband by choice was also interesting. In some way, it took their power dynamic to a different level. He thought Riley might be a more honest submissive than he had ever encountered before. The two women were certainly an alluring mystery to him but before he could figure out what to make of them, he decided he had to explore his relationship with Riley.

The following Friday morning, while he was settling into his daily work routine, he noticed thoughts of Riley wouldn’t let him focus. He kept imagining Riley’s blue eyes looking longingly up at him with his cock in his mouth. He recalled Riley’s tongue desperately lapping his asshole while he fucked and made out with Zoe. Suddenly he came out of his daydream, noticing he was visibly hard through his pants. He looked up from his computer and out of his office window to see if anyone was watching. Being the largest construction company in the area with multiple projects ongoing, there was plenty of work to do and none of his employees had time to notice him, just as he preferred it. He finished an email to a prospective client and pulled out his phone.

The week after their first date, they had set up a group chat for the 4 of them. He opened the chat and started typing.

D: I was thinking about seeing Riley alone sometime. I think there’s some unique chemistry that we should explore, if everyone is comfortable with that. What do you all think?

Z: Aww you don’t want to spend time with the ladies?? Lol

Damian was a little embarrassed he hadn’t considered the implications of his question for the other two. On the other hand, he thought that given the wild fucking he had given them only a few nights before, it should be clear that he was very much into them as well.

B: How about this: you can have Riley alone if Zoe and I can get you alone with us sometime too.

Bryn wasn’t as flirty as Zoe but he definitely sensed that she always knew what she wanted and had no qualms about asking for it. Lucky for him, what she wanted was him. He put that thought aside for a moment and waited for Riley’s response. That was who he was focused on for now.

R: Tonight? Your place?

D: Bryn, I think that’s a deal I can make. And I’m game for tonight, if the ladies are sure it’s okay.

Z: I’ll miss his tongue tonight but it seems only right to share it with you, since you’re sharing your cock with us later.

B: Agreed. Give him a good ride for us

With that matter done, Damian tried to finish out the rest of his work day, daydreams notwithstanding. When he arrived home to his high rise apartment, he made himself dinner and cleaned the place up a bit, having not expected company that night. The spontaneity of it all was exciting. Riley’s eagerness to see him was exciting too. Feeling like the place looked alright for a guest, he poured himself a glass of wine and an extra for when Riley got there.

Before he could get too comfortable, a knock came at the door. As Damian opened the door Riley’s eyes met his and grew wide.

“H-hi!” Riley said. Damian loved how he practically melted in front of him, just like he did the first night they met. There was something endearing about his shyness.

“Hey there.” Damian replied smoothly. They hugged and then Damian pulled him into a kiss. He ran his hands through Riley’s soft brown hair as their lips and tongues intertwined. Riley had his eyes closed, seeming to soak up his every touch and motion. He started to run his hands through Damian’s long hair.

After they broke away, Damian led him to the kitchen.

“Wine?”

“Yes please.”

He gave Riley his cup and refilled his own. They made their way to Damian’s living room, which offered a magnificent view of the city skyline.

The two sat gazing out at the sea of lights until Damian broke the silence. “So your partners had istanbul travesti a lot to say about how you all met, but I suspect there’s more history to your love life than that. Like, before me, when was the last time you were with a man?”

Riley looked down, thinking for a moment. “It’s been several years. Since college really.”

Damian reached over, unzipped Riley’s pants. He looked to Riley for approval. He smiled meekly back at Damian and nodded. He gently pulled Riley’s dick out, stroking it lightly as it grew.

“Did you always bottom?”

“I, uh –” Riley was having trouble focusing with Damian’s pleasuring hand. Damian was amused at his struggle. “–I topped a couple of guys, but bottoming always seemed more natural, even with women, you know, when they were willing to.”

Riley unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to give Damian easier access. He was so eager. It gave Damian a rush of adrenaline.

“The guys who topped you, were they big?”

Riley squirmed. “Uhm, they were alright. You were my biggest.”

Damian’s cock hardened at those words. He knew he was bigger than average, but he loved hearing it. Riley’s dick wasn’t as big. It fit snugly in his hand. But it felt nice, hard, and smooth.

“I had an idea,” Damian said.

“Okay.”

Damian stopped stroking him for a minute, unbuttoned and pulled off his own pants and boxers. Riley took the opportunity to take his pants and underwear completely off as well.

“Come here,” Damian said and led him by the hand to stand in front of him. He started stroking Riley’s dick again and started stroking himself with his other hand.

“I’ve always wanted to do this. I think you might be the right guy for it.”

“Me?” Riley through a heavy breath.

“You. You seem to be down for just about anything. Does that seem right?”

“Well, yeah. Anything you want.”

He played the words back in his head again: anything you want. He stood up from the couch and started kissing him ravenously while he stroked both of them. Riley moaned into Damian’s mouth. After a while, he let Riley’s voice free and started kissing his neck instead. He moaned louder now and it echoed off of the glass windows next to them. He could tell that Riley was close to cumming already and decided to look down at the show.

As Riley’s dick started to fire shots of cum, Damian aimed them at his own cock, covering it in sudden warmth. It was something he saw in a porn one time, and had always wanted to try it. He never met anybody he felt like would go for something like this but he knew Riley would. As he stroked his own cock, he spread Riley’s cum all over his shaft and it started to drip down to his balls. Riley leaned in and kissed Damian’s neck now as he continued orgasming. After he was done, Damian sat down and motioned for Riley to get on his knees.

When Riley got into position, Damian swiftly pulled him down by the back of his head and pushed his cum-covered cock into Riley’s mouth. The sensation was heavenly. For a moment, he just laid back and let Riley do as he wished. Over and over, his cock disappeared into Riley’s mouth and then down his throat. Then Riley pulled back to lick the cum off of his balls. He had an amazing tongue. Damian took a fistful of Riley’s hair and pushed him further down to his ass. As if nothing had changed, he lapped at Damian’s asshole at the same tempo that he had been worshiping his balls.

“Do you like worshiping me?”

“Mmhmmmnm.” Riley moaned through his licking.

“Do you like being used by me?”

“God, yes,” he said, coming up for a breath.

“Good.”

With that, Damian pulled his head up by his hair and back down onto his cock. Keeping Riley’s head steady with both hands, he pushed his cock down Riley’s throat repeatedly a few times before letting him come up for air and sparing himself a premature orgasm. Riley coughed.

“Did you like that?”

“Yes, sir!”

After he caught his breath, Riley started licking Damians balls gently again without Damian even asking him to. Damian looked down at him and once again he looked back up with those blue eyes.

“You really don’t quit do you?”

“No. Why would I? I love this. You know, I think I might have a crush,” Riley said with a laughing smile. The adrenaline or maybe the wine had brought him out of his shell. Still, Riley was perfectly submissive for him.

Damian took in the moment while Riley kept worshiping him, had a sip of wine and looked out the window. This could really be the beginning of something great, he thought.

“I liked what you said earlier,” Damian said..

“Which part?”

“You called me sir,” Damian said and looked down at him, continuing to enjoy Rileys tongue on his balls. He gently pushed him back down to his asshole again. He continued licking as Damian let out a sigh of pleasure.

“Would you be willing to call me sir from now on?”

“Yes, sir,” he replied between licks.

“Good boy.”

He istanbul travestileri had so many ideas for things he wanted to do with Riley; things he didn’t feel comfortable trying with others. He truly hadn’t met anyone so comfortable with themselves and with him before. In his own way, Riley was as confident as Damian tried to be and that was sexy. For now, he would take it slow, because this beautiful thing they had and this beautiful man in between his legs both needed to be handled with care.

“Why don’t we head to the bedroom?” Damian offered.

“Yes sir,” he replied subserviently. Damian felt shivers go down his spine and his cock harden again.

He led Riley to his bedroom, which was only a few feet down a short hallway. Riley entered the room first, took off his shirt, and laid down on the bed, now totally naked and looking ready for whatever Damian had in mind.

Damian undressed, laid down next to him and looked into his eyes. Those eyes could melt ice, he thought. He pulled him closer and their chests touched and incidentally their genitals did too. Riley’s flaccid dick rubbed against Damian’s balls. He felt it twitch at the touch. His own cock was flat against him, touching Rileys lower stomach.

“So what kind of fantasies do you have Riles? What goes through that pretty head of yours?”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about your date with Bryn and Zoe.”

“Oh? Are you jealous?”

“Not exactly. It’s more like..I like that you might get them for a night without me. Particularly the ‘without me'” part. You know?”

Damian wasn’t sure he understood.

“So, like the opposite of a fear of missing out? Like, you want to be missing out?”

“Yeah! A lot like that. You might call it a denial fetish of sorts. I like that you’re getting things I’m not. And it even goes as far as I liked that they did stuff for you the other night that they had never done for me and probably never will. It’s almost like a way of getting put in my place. But it’s a place I want to be put in.”

Damian felt another chill go down his spine. He absolutely had to have Riley now. His words brought out some wild dominant streak in him.

“You want to be put in your place?” Damian asked tauntingly as he sat up and put his hair up into a ponytail.

“Yes, sir. Please put me in my place.”

Damian was already rock solid by now. He guided Riley onto all fours and then pushed Rileys face down into the mattress. He got some lube from the nightstand and lathered his cock and Riley’s asshole. He positioned himself behind him and grasped his hips.

“This–” Damian started before he slowly but firmly pushed his cock into Riley “–is your place,” he grunted as he started thrusting, slow and steady at first.

“Gah! Yes! Yes sir!” Riley moaned.

He wasn’t as tight as Damian remembered from that first night. He must have been practicing with something bigger than Bryn’s strap-on. Eventually, Riley loosened up for him and he picked up momentum. As he moved faster, he felt himself let go of control and fully immersed himself in the moment, leaning his head back. His tight grip on Riley’s hips was hardly necessary. The man was pushing his ass back onto his cock with as much force as he was bringing to his thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re eager, man,” he growled between breaths.

“Yes, sir! God, I’m desperate for you!”

Damian regained relative control of his body and reached between Riley’s legs and started stroking his soft dick while he pumped his ass. Riley let out a moan into the mattress.

“What if I had Bryn and Zoe for more than a night? What if I had them for a weekend?”

“Mmmhmm!” Riley whined through the mattress.

“Would you let me do that Riley?”

“Yes! God, yes sir!”

“You’ll know exactly where they are and what I’m probably doing to them but you’ll know it’s not for you. Is that right?”

“Oh yes! Yes sir!”

For a moment, he imagined the two women in front of him, ass up, like Riley was now, ready and willing. The image gave him anothet rush. He released Riley’s dick and put more force and speed behind his thrusts. He felt Riley’s body relax a bit, accepting every inch that Damian would give him.

“I think that’s what I’ll do. I’ll fuck both your partners right here in this bed for a whole weekend. And then, I’ll fuck you again.”

“Fuck! Yes!”

Damian slapped his ass hard and a red handprint appeared.

“What was that?!” Damian barked.

“Yes sir! Oh fuck!”

“That’s right,” Damian said and slapped his ass again a little lighter. Riley made him feel powerful. With just a few more pumps and a death grip on Riley’s hips, he brought himself to orgasm using Riley’s ass. Cum shot rapidly out of him and into Riley. The sensation must have sent Riley over the edge too. His dick, which never quite got hard again after Damian’s first handjob, spurted without any stimulation. Damian finally let his cock slide out and stepped off the bed. Riley rolled over travesti istanbul in exhaustion. The creampie Damian left dripped onto his asscheek and Riley’s own cum leaked onto his leg from his profoundly spent looking and limp dick.

“This is what extra sheets are for, I suppose. Towel?” Damian asked.

“Yes, please –I mean sir.”

Damian chuckled and threw him a towel from the bathroom to clean up with.

“The ‘sir’ isn’t always strictly necessary. You’ll know when I want it. Although, I don’t mind you throwing it in every now and then.”

He flashed Riley a devilish grin as he got up and helped him put new sheets on.

“Did you really mean it? That you’ll spend a weekend with Bryn and Zoe?” Riley asked.

“Do you want me to, if they’re into it?”

“Well, I think the four of us should talk it over but there’s definitely some hot possibilities. Do you really want to, though? Are you into that?”

“Hell yes!” Damian replied. “Group chat jokes aside, your girlfriends are hot! I’d love to have them over for a whole weekend.”

With fresh sheets and blanket laid out and both of them cleaned up, they laid naked on the bed together again.

“They may be your girlfriends before it’s all said and done,” Riley said and flashed his own grin at Damian.

Damian laughed and said, “How far down this rabbit hole do you want to go, man?”

“As far as you’ll take me..sir.”

Damian shook his head. “Shit, you’re something else.”

He leaned in and kissed Riley and caressed his beautifully smooth chest. He hadn’t met a man with a body so devoid of hair in years. He was almost too perfect. Damian sighed.

“Alright,” Damian said as he got up from the bed. He walked back into the living room and retrieved their phones from their pants pockets.

“Let’s talk to the ladies about this.”

He laid back down and opened the group chat. Riley did the same.

D: Riles and I are having a great night. How are you two?

B: Well like Zoe said before, we miss our human vibrator. But the electronic kind has sufficed.

Damian looked over to see Riley smiling big at his phone. He truly had a steel clad sense of humor; more of that confidence Damian liked.

R: The human vibrator misses you too, loves.

B: Zoe’s currently a bit preoccupied under the sheets.. but I’ll relay your messages to her.

D: Riles and I wanted to talk about your weekend over here.

Z: Weekend?? Who said a weekend?

D: Not so preoccupied then?

B: How did we get a two nights for one deal? What’s the catch?

R: Well I had a few ideas to make it fun for all four of us.

Z: We’re listening.

R: I was thinking, for part of it, you could video call me. Maybe also take a video I can keep and some pictures?

B: That’s all? We get Damian all to ourselves, and you get..porn?

R: You should know that’s all I need, love.

Z: Sounds like a deal to me!

B: Lol. Sounds like a fun weekend. We’re in!

D: It’s settled then. You busy next weekend?

B: Nope. We’re all yours. Or rather, you’re all ours 😉 Now if you’ll excuse me I have a date with a pretty pussy. TTYL!

Riley laughed, put his phone down and leaned over to kiss Damian’s chest. He worked his way up to Damians neck. Damian took in a sharp breath with pleasure and put his phone down too.

“You have a hell of a mouth, you know,” Damian said and guided Riley up by the chin to his lips and took him into a passionate kiss. After a while of making out, Riley went from kissing him to laying his head on Damian’s chest silently.

“I know you swing submissive naturally. But why submit to me in particular?” Damian didn’t know why he was asking. Was it his own ego needing to be fed or was it doubt? Either way it was a question that seemed to come out of him involuntary.

“When I first saw you, I connected with you. You have this intensity, like a sort of cool confidence that I’m drawn to,” Riley replied, not moving from his chest and looking out the window. Whatever the reason for his question, that was all he needed to hear.

“You have a confidence I’m drawn to, as well. All three of you do,” Damian said and Riley looked up. “I haven’t figured out the other two yet by any means but I just had to get to know you first. You made an impression on me that first night. You know who you are. You make me feel like there’s a lot I can learn about myself by being with you.”

Riley turned bright red. Damian smiled at him and kissed him again. Both men yawned almost simultaneously and then another dirty idea popped into his head –another fantasy he had never tried before.

“So, you have one more task before you go to sleep,” Damian said as Riley looked back into his eyes intently. “You have to spend the night under the covers and you have to lick my balls until I fall asleep. When you wake up, you’ll lick me until I wake up too.”

“Yes, sir. What if you wake up before me?”

“I’ll wake you up to lick my balls!” Damian said with a smirk. Riley grinned back, bit his lip, and went under the covers. Damian turned the light off, spread his legs, and eventually dozed off to the feeling of Riley’s magical tongue worshipping him. He had never had a better night’s sleep.

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It was a Wednesday afternoon of the week after, Ricardo had just showered after a classic fraternal fight with his brother, when he picked up his phone and saw a text, a text from someone with a profile starring a familiar dog, Arash. He was informing Ricardo that he was invited to his mother’s wake through the Internet. It instantly surprised Ricardo who had been occasionally thinking about him lately.

He thought about telling Marco, but he just did not want to, mostly because he wanted to focus on just spending time with him instead of focusing their conversation on his ex. That still left the question of what to do, he had told Arash that he was going to be there for him, and he still loved him very deeply, but he also was hurt by him.

It seemed only normal for Arash to have broken his heart one day, after all he was bipolar, he was the one to introduce the reality of the concept to Ricardo. Times before he had left, but that did not make it easier to survive it. Still, he felt resentment towards Arash.

That still left the question of what to do with the invitation, should he ignore it? Show that he had moved on and continue exploring his relationship with Marco? Or should he accept it, knowing that it was a gateway drug to Arash and his charms?

He decided to be cordial and thank Arash for his invitation and then uneasily offered his support once again. He got a similar response, a thank you he had come to recognize as that of the moments when Arash was away. After saying a couple more things Arash went offline, which made Ricardo chuckle in disappointment as he went back to his day.

He thought about how funny it would be to tell Marco, he would say that he was right about Arash, but then he got another text from Arash, this one telling him that they could call for a while.

Ricardo suddenly felt his heartbeat accelerate, he felt agitated, after all he had not seen Arash in a long while. He told Arash to call him and he prepared for that, but not before Arash told him that he was naked but covered. After staring at the white screen of Skype for a while, it changed and showed the incoming call. He picked up and saw him.

A handsome middle-aged man, he had sharp masculine facial features, a salt and pepper full beard, he was wearing his glasses, which always made him look so smart. His hairy chest and shoulders were also showing. Ricardo felt his entire body react, from the most rational part of his brain, to his cock. He wished he could see more of him.

-Hey- Said Ricardo in the most confident voice he could muster

-Hello, how are you?-

Better without you, thought Ricardo

-I am great and you?-

-I am doing fine, what have you been doing?-

-Not much, I was playing some videogames. What about you?-

-I am just resting, I have a meal with my brother and some family friends later-

-Which one?- Ricardo was aware Arash had 2 brothers, both lived in different cities

-Aryan-

-Oh he is still in town, until when? Where is Arsyn?-

-Until Monday, Arsyn left a couple of days ago-

-How are they?-

-Unbearable-

A istanbul travesti part of Ricardo felt good to hear this, but he did not want to admit it

-How so?-

-He has just been so horrible, the other day he even tried to choke me-

Ricardo was shocked at that, he knew that that Aryan was emotionally stunted as he had heard about him from Arash but he did not think he was still this way

-Oh wow-

-Yes, he has been awful, Arsyn too, both have been so indifferent to how I have felt-

-I am so sorry to hear that, they should not do that- Ricardo truly meant this, as much as Arash sucked, he still cared for him-

-It has all happened so fast, I have had no time to even process it, I feel like I am losing my mind-

-I am sorry to hear that Ari, I am here for you- Another statement that came out of his heart, and that Marco would have not liked

-I know, thank you for that- As he said that he looked at Ricardo with his reassuring eyes, which made him feel weird

-I still wish I could have been there from the start- Again, true

Ricardo’s mind and heart were racing, he was thinking about so many things but Marco’s advice was one of the most prevalent

-Thank you, listen, I want us to be friends, that is why I am back here-

-Just that?- Ricardo knew that was coming but it still stung

-Yes, I just don’t want to be in a relationship, especially after what has happened this month, I just have learned that when you love someone they leave-

So melodramatic, thought Ricardo, he knew he himself was very emotional and dramatic but this felt like next level even for him. The truth that he knew however was, that Arash was bipolar, it was such a wrench in his thought process. From the time he confessed this to him, Ricardo tried to become as informed about the issue, because he knew that it had already affected their relationship; A couple of times Arash had just left him, after spending so much time and energy developing their relationship, he would just suddenly change his mind, at first Ricardo thought that this was just Arash and he thought he ought to walk away, but everything changed after he told him that.

-I want to be in your life, just not sure if I only want to be your friend-

-Well truly, that is the only thing I can be here for-

-Feel like this is a trap- Said Ricardo instead of just thinking it

-I don’t want you to feel trapped, I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t feel comfortable with or that will cause you some anguish-

-I do love spending time with you- Blurted out Ricardo and he was going to continue

-Yeah so what would change?- Interrupted Arash

-Well for starters the amount of time-

it was strange, Ricardo did want him, but he did not want him like this. He did not want Arash to be an acquaintance, but he also did not want to get away with having put him through all the hurt he did without apologizing.

-Well we wouldn’t be speaking all days but I would still be here-

-I guess I would just miss the other elements of talking to you-

-And istanbul travestileri I know that but that is as much as I can offer right now, but it seems like me reaching out hurts you more than it does well so I think I will back off-

-No, don’t, listen, I do want to be around you. I just have some stuff to deal with. But for the time being I want to be there for you and to support you. You just went through some pretty big stuff, and I don’t want to leave you alone through that-

-Then support me, be there for me, and be my friend, just think about it-

-I will think about it- Ricardo wanted to at least seem conflicted-

-I need to go, I need to take my dog out before the dinner-

-I hope it goes well-

-Me too- Chuckled Arash

-I guess see you then-

-Text me if you want-

-I don’t have your phone number-

-How even?-

– I deleted it after you left-

-Whatever- Said Arash with a smile while rolling his eyes

-Go, go to your meal, we can talk after-

-Okay, bye then-

Ricardo hung up, he had a weird habit of needing to be the person to hang up, that sometimes had been a little awkward as he had hung up on Arash as he was saying something important. Ricardo stayed on the laptop and he started watching a video, he needed to rest and take his mind off him. For a single moment he had gotten distracted but then he saw that there was a notification on Skype, he knew who it was but he was curious about what it was. He went ahead and he checked the message, or really messages. Arash had left around 5 messages for him.

Arash: Just be my friend, see what happens

Arash: Think about it

Arash: And if you want to text me

Arash: (Phone number)

Arash: If you feel like texting something text it

Ricardo sent Arash a quick text, he did not even save his number. He felt conflicted about it, but in a weird way. He was trying to pinpoint why he was feeling that way. Was it because he did not love Arash? No, because he was angry at Arash? No, although he was angry. Because he did not want to be with Arash anymore? Also no. Then it hit him, Marco.

He started thinking about the guy, he thought about how he would feel when he heard that Ricardo had spoken to Arash, he knew it would not be jealousy as Marco very clearly did not see him that way, but instead probably disappointment. Still, that was not all of it, because he felt this weird feeling, a feeling of cheating. Why though? He was no with Marco, heck for all he knew Marco saw him as an angsty teen. But all the time they had spent together, all the jokes, and especially that weird future with him, they all conflicted him.

After considering it for a while, he decided to text Marco, he was a little afraid but he knew it was the right thing.

Ricardo: Hey, how are you? I wanted to tell you something

Marco: Hello, what is it?

Ricardo: Arash has invited me to his mother’s wake

Marco: I guess it is a good thing that you can’t travel there, for once yay for Canadian travel restrictions.

Ricardo: Oh no, it is a zoom travesti istanbul thing

Marco: So are you actually considering going? After everything? After the way he treated you?

Ricardo: I mean going to his mother’s wake does not mean that I have forgiven him or I will go back to being with him

Marco: Doesn’t it though? You know yourself and I know you. Don’t lie to both of us

Ricardo: It is just I feel bad about what he is going on. I have never experienced something like that so I can’t even comprehend what he must feel like

Marco: That doesn’t matter! What the fuck does that change? His mom died after he cheated on you, after he tried to backtrack your relationship, so it does not matter.

Ricardo: But he was in an episode

Marco: Stop rationalizing it. You create a false dichotomy between him and hie episodes. So you say that all the good in him is himself and all the bad his episodes.

Ricardo: But I have seen him and experienced the episodes first-hand, how could it not be one?

Marco: Because even if it were not episodes it would be his responsibility to understand he is not healthy enough to have a relationship with you

Ricardo: I know you are right, but things have still gone like this and we have been happy

Marco: Yes but what happens when he leaves every time? How do you feel? Think about you

Ricardo: Not great

Marco: Yet you still want to? You are coming back into a game with him

Ricardo: I just want to see him again, I know it is irrational but I guess that is love

Marco: Sometimes I wonder why I keep on trying to talk sense into you

Ricardo: I am sorry, you are right, it must be so frustrating for you

Marco: Don’t apologize, I just wonder why. You know I care about you deeply right?

Ricardo: I know you do

Marco: And it just sucks seeing you in this because you deserve so much better

Ricardo: He is not bad at all, I do love him very deeply

Marco: You deserve a guy who treats you like a king every day

Ricardo: Not a lot of options around here

Marco: I know but this guy hurts you a lot. I need to go to bed. I will be here to pick up the pieces after

Ricardo: Thank you so much for everything Marco, you are really helping me

Marco: You are welcome sweetie. Goodnight

After finishing texting Marco, Ricardo felt so weird, he felt comforted. This day had been such a rollercoaster. On one hand he felt like Arash was not offering anything, but he did know him, he did not want to be arrogant but he felt like Marco did not understand him.

Marco, he did care about him, both and them would have tons of friendly and nice conversations often, sometimes even meaningful and intimate talks. What did this mean? Did he do it out of just wanting to be there for someone that he perceived as vulnerable? Or did he have some type of ulterior motive?

He was confused, about both men.

-I guess these are adult feelings- chuckled Ricardo

He knew that in order for things to move forward he had to start making some decisions, so he started with a rather simple one, the wake. He decided to go to the virtual ceremony, he justified it a lot of ways, some were selfless, some were very clearly selfish. After, he would decide on whether he actually wanted a friendship with Arash, and also, what was Marco’s deal

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TIME TRAVEL COWBOY – PART 10

“Hoh, hoh, hoh, hoh, UH, UH, UH!” A very largely built, muscular, naked hairy man sweats all over his body as he hovers himself over a red-haired woman in a wood-log room, humping her a mile an hour with hard and intense sex.

“Ohh~! Ohhh~! Nnyyaah!” The lady squirms and coos as the man pummels his cock into her vagina.

“Yeah, take it, take it, take it, take it!” The strong man says as he fucks her raw and hard, getting off to the sight of her boobs bouncing up and down until he pulls out and blows his wad all over her! “GHH! HUHHH! EEEENNHH!”

“Haahh… Ohh… Haaahhh…” The woman in make-up pants as Zachery sits on the bed and huffs down from his high “Pent up, Mr Stone?”

“Heh… Ya could say that.” The manly cowboy growls as he goes to pull on his union suit “Don’t know what it is. But the women and whores don’t show up round these parts much anymore.”

“It has been a while since I seen you, Mr Stone~” The lady purrs “Can’t you stay a while?”

“Tch. We’re done here, woman.” Zachery grumbles as he pulls out a roll of dollars and tosses it on the bed “Good doin business with ya.”

“Agh…” The madam glares at him as she pulls on an elegant robe. “Ya know, some of the other girls here actually have a shine to you. They’d consider themselves lucky to get you done.”

“I know.” Zachery says as he puts on his hat “That’s why I went for you. Makes them want me more.” He frowns before he goes off, leaving a displeased prostitute to shake her head.

Having gotten off, Zachery grumbles off as he goes down the stairs. The other saloon girls are flirting with the patrons and enticing them with their colorful dresses and dainty make-up. He passes by a younger man leaning against the wall – this one with weird shiny clothing with elaborate designs along his poncho and hat, but Zachery just ignores him.

Zachery walks out the swinging doors of the saloon, only to be closely followed by the much shorter man.

“Konichiwa, Monsieur Hombre.” The young man greets as he walks next to the huge cowboy.

“Boy, what?” Zachery gives him a very weird look.

“… Yeah, no one ever gets that one.” The young man shook his head “Just saw you come out from plowing that sweet-looking redhead. Name’s Milo, by the way.”

“’Scuse me, boy?”

“Milo. And I thought you would’ve taken at least half an hour when you picked up Strawberry Sally in there, but you were in and out in 5 minutes.” He chuckles. “Makes MY job easier, hahaha.”

“S’cuse me, boy?” Zachery snarls threateningly.

“… Oh that’s right. You probably fuck so many women, you never bother to know their names, do you? Sally’s real nice. She makes phenominal strawberry pastries, hence the nickname rather than her hair. But noooooo, you were too busy slamming her cherry pie to really see her as a person.”

“You want to run that by me again, little kid?” Zachery frowns down at Milo, about ready to slam him into the mud.

“I mean you’re a rock-headed idiot that treats women like objects. Maybe if you weren’t such careless one-shot wonder, they might like you better.”

“Boy” Zachery stops and grips the shorter male’s shoulder, rather tightly. His fingers put a harsh dig into his shoulder.

Milo merely looks at the death-grip attempting to cripple his shoulder and looks back up at the giant before him “Is that supposed to shut me up?”

“Who the fuckin hell do you think you are?” Zachery asks, trying to put more hurt into his grip “How old are you? You even got any balls down there yet?”

“21.” Milo answers, his posture not even twitching.

“You ain’t even old enough to off your mother’s tits, for God’s sake.”

“Hey, I’m probably older than half the girls you fuck. And I’ll thank you to keep my mother out of your vulgarity.”

“Goddammit, how about you go running back to daddy before I crush you for spyin on me?” His grip tightens to break the kid’s bone… But the young man doesn’t even blink.

“But I can’t go back to daddy; MY father’s currently tinkering with the Anti-Polar Mercury Caps about 5400 years from now.”

“Just get out of my face before I crush yours.” He says as he shoves the ‘kid’ away and away from him

“Hot damn, you’re a jack-off.” The young man caught up “For a man who just got laid, you’re acting like a bitch.”

“That’s it. I warned ya!” Zachery solidified his fist into a rock and took a swing at the lad. Milo easily leans back and misses the punch. Zachery seethes and fumes as he throws several punches. Just when a couple of shop keepers leave their doors to step in, Milo whips his body around and crash his ankle down against Zachery’s boot.

“GAAHH!” Zachery topples over and lands right on his backside from the trip. The spectators cap as they witness a very young kid bring down Zachery of all people! In just one hit! And with his HANDS in his POCKETS.

Just before Zachery can get up, Milo’s boot pins him down by the chest.

“Look at that. You got your ass kicked by a ‘boy’.” Milo tells istanbul travesti him. A few people gasp as they see the spectacle.

“Get off!” The rough cowboy strikes his leg off and scrambles up. He seethes with fury as he points a threatening finger at Milo “You cross me again, boy. And I will fuckin BURY you.”

“Funny you say that.” Milo says with unphased eyes “Because you were literally just rolling in the dirt.”

“Ohhhh you are asking for it!” Zachery rages as he throws another punch. Milo easily dips and dodges, stepping back a couple of times and giving the people a bit of a show, a couple of them even rooting for Milo.

“God, you have miserable aim.” Milo says “I feel so sorry for all those ladies you bang” His eyes stare at Zachery’s crotch and his hand forms a fist, making his telekinesis connect the massive man’s bulge and forced it to suddenly shrink into itself!

“GGHH!” Zachery’s hands immediately dive down to his crotch – his balls feel like a horse just stomped on them! “BBFFFFFGGH!”

In a quick move, Milo jumps, and lands his boot and kicks Zachery down! “UGGaaAGgghH!” The beefy cowboy is setn crashing back down to the earth. Looking up, Milo once again places his boot on the middle of his chest.

“Strike two. Still think it’s a good idea to try to beat up someone smaller than you?” Zachery suddenly shoves the young man right off of him and goes into a furious melee upon him!

“BOOOY!” Zachery launches his fist right for Milo! Milo swerves and grabs his hairy forearm, and flips around the cowboy and slams a hand onto the small of Zachery’s back and pours a strangely chilled sensation into him.

“Enough games.”

“HoHH!” The big man gasps before he buckles to his knees in front Milo. He feels paralyzed. What did he just do to him?! Milo grips Zack’s very thick neck with his other hand and places a tattoo-like symbol upon his flesh “O-Oooh… Hohhh…” The beefy cowboy gives a soft coo as he submits to the glimmering sheen of the violet rune now imprinted on him.

Milo lets him go and the high and mighty muscular cowboy and rolls him over with a casual stomp to his hip. “Get up, you rowdy pussy.”

Whining in defeat, Zachery gets up and onto his boots. He turns around and gulps at the much shorter male – the very big and tall stud looks at Milo with a look that can only be described as a man terrified of being fired by his boss.

“I. Am so sorry. For my behavior, sir.” Zachery says “I really don’t know what came over me when I-”

“Tried to bash me and bury me alive?” Milo answered. Zachery flinches and nods.

“Y-Y-Yes, that. I am sorry, I am so sorry, sir.”

“Right. Then pull your pants down.” Milo instructs him.

“W-What???”

“Do it. Now.”

Zachery hesitates, but obeys. His hands reluctantly unbuckle his jeans and slowly pulls them down, showing his longjohns as old and very warn out, clinging to his buff thighs and his butt-flap long since torn away.

“Now bend over and hold onto your knees.” Milo tells him as he pulls out his handy ornate holed paddle – the same elegantly designed weapon he used on Cody when he deflowered him. Zachery looks over his broad shoulder and meeps with fear.

“W-W-What’re you gonna do???”

“Making sure you’re as timid as you were aggressive. I’m going to spank you 10 times.” He tells him as he taps one of those naked man-cheeks with the paddle “And every time I do, I want you to thank me.”

“Stranger, we’re… Eh heh” He winces as a bunch of nearby folk smirk at him; a towering monster of a man bending over for a much shorter man, looking drastically weak while Milo beings the paddle way up. “We’re in broad daylight! Can’t you…”

SPANK!

“YOW!!” Zachery jumps several feet in the air just from one fire-hot slam! His hands go to his ass and trips over his bundled pants and falls onto the dirt. The nearby people laugh as he struggles to get up and glares down at the fancy0looking youngster. “What in fuckin blue blazes?! That HURT!!”

“You didn’t say ‘thank you’.” Milo notes with a dulled leer.

“Alright, look, sir…” Zachery glares as he waddles sloppily at Milo, his bull-like rage searing at him “Ya’re not gunnNNUuuhh” He grunts and strains as his fury is forced down as the mystic runes on his neck suppresses his intense brutality. His seething quickly turns to panting before he stops, his newly timid nature calming him down. “I am so sorry, sir… I-I won’t do it again.”

“Good. Now bend over.” I snap my fingers and point. He huffs and does as he’s told and I rub the paddle on his exposed buttocks “This time, you better remember to thank me every time I spank you.”

“Y-Yessir…”

Noticing that a few other people are watching – many of them looking smug and satisfied at the sight of Zachery here – Milo beings the paddle up and dives it down upon his ASS! His mighty cheeks ripple and explode with pain as he visibly jumps from impact! “One.”

“GAAHH! T-Thank you, sir…” Zachery says, his buns burning with rage before istanbul travestileri another outrageous SLAP cracks across his rump!

“Two.”

“AHAHHH! Thank you, sir!”

SPANK! “Three.” BAAAM “Four.” SMACK “Five.”

“Thank you, sir! GYEEEAAH! Thank yyyOOOOuu sirrr! BAHH! Agh-hagh! Thaaag-kyuooo suuuurr” Zachery quakes where he stands, looking arounf and everyone smirking at him – bending over in broad daylight for some little punk and letting him make his ass baboon-red! His cheeks wobble with each spank he’s dealt.

CRACK! “Six. Don’t you dare beg me to stop.” Milo tells him when he sees Zachery start to break. SPANK! “Seven.” BAM! “Eight.” SMACK! “Nine.”

“Thhhaaank you, seeerrrrr… UHHH! Thankyousir! THANKYOUSIR! GGHHHHHRRRRthankyousiiiiiiir!”

“Last one.” Milo says as he braces the paddle like it’s a katana. Zachery looks over his shoulder, shaking at the paddle as he fears the worst. Seeing the shorter young man wind the paddle up, Zachery whips his head back and clenches his eyes and flexes his asscheeks just as the biggest SPANK blasts his entire ass harder than the rest of the strikes!

“AAHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHH!” He yowls out as he topples forward, his jeans binding his ankles together and his huge pecs landing on the dirt and his chin digging upon it too. His hat slants over his eyes as his back arches and his apple-red butt steams as it’s elevated by his knees.

Milo walks around and puts the paddle under Zachery’s chin and tilts his face up “Now what do we say?”

“Thuh… Thaaangg yuuuu suurrrb”

“Good enough.” Milo says as he easily pulls the towering musclehead up to his feet and pulls those pants back up with just a gesture of his hand. “That’s better. Now.” Milo comes to him, puts a hand onto that big muscular denim butt – making the beefy mountain man wince and whine – and guides the massive specimen into the nearest bar “Lets get you a drink and discuss words. Fair warning” Milo points a finger to him “If you interrupt me or argue with me about anything, I WILL take a few inches off of you.”

“Uh yessir…”

—

In another saloon, Zachery sits his throbbing rump down onto a stool. I immediately notice he has a natural arch in the small of his back, meaning he presents himself without even knowing it.

I smile as I pet along that big broad back, seeing Zachery crack a giddy smile as I rub him, showing he responds well now that I’ve taken him down by a lot of pegs “Goooood boy.”

“Heh…” The huge man chuckles dumbly as his left leg starts jiggling. The violet symbol around Zachery’s neck giving a faint gleam as its subliminal magic works its way into his core. It won’t last for long though.

The little enchantment I put on Zachery makes him submissive – and the bigger and meaner the person who bears it, the meeker and tinier they feel towards folks they might have mistreated. Of course, I can just as easily rewrite a total meathead like him with just one swing of a pocket watch. But José has a crush on this guy for a reason, and so I don’t want to go too overboard with the creative liberty here.

“Barkeep?” I call for the handsome bartender.

“Hello sir, and- O-oh!” The bartender gulps as he sees the 7-foot-tall giant of a man next to me. “M-M-Mr Stone! And uh… Ah heh… W-W-W-What will YOU be having today?” He asked.

Zachery leans and looks at me first. I just nod to allow him and he addresses the bartender “Can I have my usual, please? S-Sir?” He asked politely.

“Oh, uh… Sure. Coming right up.” The bartender says, clearly not expecting such a civil order from Zachery “And for you, sir?”

“Let’s see, I don’t really like alcohol… Any chance you have any soda or cyber punch or water?”

“Would ginger ale do?”

“I suppose.” I shrug. The barkeep nods and gets to work. Me and Zachery turn around in our seats and lean against the bar. “So. How does a massive chunk of muscle like you get to be such a blueballed bully?”

“Oh ah heh… I just like getting frisky, ya know?” Zachery blushed as he chuckled “I just like humping and… Heheheheheh-oomp!” He covers his mouth from the girlish giggle he just did “Where did THAT come from…?”

“Your new ‘brand’ is making you unnaturally shy and bashful. I don’t know what kind of cock-swinging jock you are, but I know what kind of pussy-boy that tattoo’s making you.” I smirk as I watch the saloon girls dance on stage and the gentlemen playing cards to the music of the bar. “Unfortunately, that curse mark has got about 10 minutes of shelf life, and I hate wasting time. So please, continue.”

“But uh… I just notice folks don’t waste my time when they’re scared I’ll punch the livin’ day lights outta them. And also I get to fuck whatever girl catched my eye” He says with a stupid smile “I’ve gotten my parents in so much trouble because I had my way with so many rancher’s daughters, huh huh huh” He chuckles like a goon.

“Ugh, I was right. You ARE one of those dumbass vagina-crushers.” I say with a roll of my eyes. “José sure knows how travesti istanbul to pick’em.”

“Huh huh huh yup! But uh…” Zachery takes a look around and then gestures to the window “For about a week now, I notice that there’s more men and fellas wondering around town gettin’ a little weird. And there’s no saloon girls anymore either…”

“No no, there are.” I say. “It’s just that when I first came to town, I see that a lot of men are a bit rough with most people – huge jerks such as yourself that shove and push their way to GET their way. I don’t know how it is with other towns and villages around this era, but I take it this town is particularly harsh with the women. Almost every madam I’ve come across appears to be exhausted and exasperated from the men around here overworking them.”

“Huh?”

“So I visited the other saloons, convinced the owners give the saloon girls a little bit more time-off to give them a rest, while other men go down on each other if and when one of the performers says she doesn’t feel up to it…” I look at him up and down and see he is very confused “Buuuuut I see your brain can only handle one bit of information at a time, so forget what I said.”

“Okay, yeah, uh-huh… So… What WAS it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Oh right. A friend of mine on the ranch I work for has a big crush on you.”

“Ooh~” Zachery wiggles in his seat as he gets giddy again “Is she cute?”

“HE. Is adorable.”

“… What?” Zachery’s smile faded.

“Here ya go, gentlemen.” The bartender says as he brings us our drinks. We spin right back around on our stools – me a chilled uncapped bottle, and Zachery’s a big mug of foaming beverage.

“Thank you so much, Jerry.” Zachery says humbly. The bartender smiles at him and walks off. Zachery reaches for his mug, but I slide it away from him and towards me. Wanting to protest but silences himself, Zachery watches like a needy dog as I open up a small envelope and pour a powder into his drink, right in front of his eyes.

“His name’s José Hernandez. Hispanic. Shyer than you. Very sweet. A gay man in a rigid straight world. Struggles a lot with his sexuality in a religious and suppressed environment.” I tell him as I take a few dried leaves of a red shiny herb and put them into the liquid and stir. “He sees you a lot in town and sometimes out on the plains escorting your cattle. He’s been pining for you for a long time, as I take it.”

“A-A-Ahmm, urrhh… Look, I uh… I’m sure y’all are nice folk, but…” Zachery watches with fearful anticipation as I add in a spoonful of aqua-colored fluid into the foam, making his hard-drink bite with white static “I only go for the uh… The uh, the, the ladies, you know?”

“Oh I know. A lot of men here do.” I tell him as I continue to tamper with the concoction. “And sometimes, some of them end up like you; more balls than brain and willing to beat someone to a bloody pulp to prove it.” I chuck in a half-sliced foreign vegetable into the drink to let it sap its juices before turning in my seat to him “And in case you haven’t noticed, since I made you nicer, the bartender was so much less threatened by you showing up.”

“But… I like that though.” Zachery tells me “I like that folks are afraid of me when I come into town. It’s how I get all my jobs done. And I like that saloon girls don’t argue when I want to fuck them.” He smiles hopefully at me “I-I-It makes me feel strong. It makes me a BIG man! And it’s why my parents don’t get on to me for whoring out every time I come into town like they used to.”

“Well now you can tell them you’ve got a steady boyfriend.” I reply as I removed a shriveled veggie from the brew I’ve done and I hold up a vial of pearly white fluid. “See this? A little sample I got from my boy José. And once you drink this, you are going to be all sorts of into him. You’ll speak his lingo, you’ll be a selfless bottom boy for him, you will be his huge beefy chair for him to sit on, you’re going to be his big Herculean teddy bear. And you will NEVER grow tired of him like you get sick and tired of fucking the same saloon girls every week like you are now.”

“Now wait just a minute. I wouldn’t say I get-”

“Right, I warned you. Open your legs.”

“Uhhhh…” Zachery gives a very awkward pause before he cautiously spreads his knees open. “… What now?”

“I said if you argued with me, I’ll take some inches off of you.” I then open mind hand, and an orange-pink glow radiates from my palm. I then hold it over his crotch and hear a distinct humming sound.

“H-Hooo… Hehehehe… Woooo boy…~” Zachery giggles and squirms in his seat. He looks down and sees his groin stir. His cock stiffens and slowly snakes down his right thigh. “Whoa… is my…” His eyes beamed as we even hear wooden-creaking sounds coming from his dong as it inflates to its fullest extent. “How yall do that…?” He asked in a hushed tone. His fat monster burrows along his leg and stops until it reached its full erection, throbbing and trapped in its denim prison.

“Now…” I then press my fingertips onto his rod-shaped bulge and my fingers spark with blue-white static. In response, Zachery’s solid dong starts to recede and retreat. The meaty snake shrinks away from my fingers as I stroke along the hardened sausage in his pants.

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My first real same sex experience, came when I was attending a community college in Los Angeles and working in a restaurant called The Tides, which no longer exists, as a bus boy making $40 per day between wages and tips, we of course only reported wages and a small amount of tips so as not to pay much in taxes. Since my parents were paying for my school and living expenses the money that I made was disposable money, or fun money. Of course other jobs came every now and then working private parties that paid better than $40 and we took advantage of those.

My friend Mike, the only natural-born white American who worked with me, asked me one day if I wanted to make $50 in about 5 minutes. I said I did but first I wanted to find out something about the proposition. He said that I had met John and rode in his convertible to the beach with other people and he had told the guys that wanted to listen that he was gay and would give any good looking guy a blowjob and pay fifty dollars. It sounded rather exotic to me and I agreed to go with Mike to John’s apartment and take it from there.

I remember John immediately as soon as I saw him, he was a gorgeous white gay guy that had a convertible Cadillac and would drive guys to the beach on weekends so we could talk to girls and get lucky. I didn’t get lucky but some busboys and waiters working in the restaurant did, or at least knew how to lie about it.

We arrived at John’s apartment and after saying hello, he looked at us up and down and he took Mike into his bedroom, where Mike later said John gave him a very quick blowjob and paid him $50. When John came back into the living room, John rudely told Mike to go home, Mike did so in a bad mood, I didn’t ask any questions as it wasn’t on my business. Later I found out Mike came as soon as John touched him.

John treated me totally different, he gave me a beer and we both relaxed and talked for almost an hour watching TV before anything happened. That gave me enough time to relax. When I was totally at ease he took me gently by the hand guiding me to his bedroom where he put me on my back in the middle of his bed. He played soft romantic music and lit a couple of candles. I felt amazingly comfortable with him and told him that I was looking so forward to enjoying what we were about to do. John told me I didn’t have to do anything, just enjoy what was going to happen, and I could tell him to stop if I felt uncomfortable with anything. While lying in the middle of the bed I thought of a girl named Marta, who I could almanbahis just watch for an exceptionally long time. Those thoughts of her dissipated within minutes and I was totally into John.

He played some soft dancing music and started doing a little dance and strip show for me. I thought he was good looking with his clothes on but when he started taking off one garment at a time, he became a body of beauty, something that I hadn’t felt for another man before, or woman for that matter. He slowly slipped his fitted t-shirt from his torso revealing an 8 pack that I immediately wanted to touch, and reached out for him, but he gently pushed me away and on the bed with some pillows, held my arms over my head in an effort to keep me away from touching him, he then rubbed his muscles all over me for what seemed like forever. He wouldn’t let me touch him or contribute in any way so I resigned myself to lay there, close my eyes, totally relaxed and enjoy whatever would happen, I had already decided that I would let John do whatever he wanted with me. John smelled better than an expensive cologne.

I so wanted to kiss his lips, lick his chest and stomach, even his underarms that he kept closely waxed, but he kept his distance. John then started taking off the rest of his clothes leaving a transparent spandex thong that was obviously made for men. His bulge was quite noticeable, and I could see the head of his cock almost printed in three dimensions through his thong. I told him I wanted a thong like the one he was wearing, but right then I wanted what was in it, and I reached for it, squeezed it and felt its texture and how hard it was, and getting harder. I asked him if I could put it in my mouth, or any other place he wished, it was more like a plea and he slowly pulled it out through the top of the thong and I found myself staring at it in disbelief as to how beautiful his cock was, his cock stood in a horizontal position and was so hard, and he finally let me kiss the head, slowly and deliberately swirling my tongue around the corona with my lips just below it. He brought his cock to my mouth and it was more a mouth fuck than a suck as he held my head still while he made all the delicious movements.

With every lick John pushed a little more inside my mouth and within a few minutes I had his entire shaft down my throat, he was so gentle in what he was doing. I relaxed my throat eliminating gagging. He was getting harder and fatter as his cock seemed to pump but not spew his cum yet. I was ready to swallow, and he almanbahis giriş finally came squirting six or seven times directly below my throat such that I didn’t feel his cum in my mouth. It was a strange feeling taking his cum directly behind my throat where there were no taste buds only feeling its texture with my tongue.

I wanted to taste him so I backed off a little and was able to catch the last couple of squirts on my tongue, it tasted delicious as I swirled his cum around my mouth. John wanted me to share his cum with him and pulled me up even with his mouth, and we kissed deeply his cum going from one to the other. His cum became embedded in my tongue and mouth for quite a while. I loved it so much that whenever I think of sex, I’m able to taste him all over again, I think of how I was in a hypnotic state with him. John then proceeded to make love to me in such a way that he ended making love to my cock that responded so well to his advances. I came in slow motion and he swallowed my contents savoring every last drop giving me what I consider was the best sex that I have had in my entire life.

We rested for half an hour or so and again, John started dancing slowly, this time very close to me, and this time he was at my disposal, I was ready to agree to do anything he wanted at this point. He then pushed me to lay in a very submissive posture on my back with my legs up in the air as I held my ass open hoping he would try to fuck me. He held me by the back of my knees and got himself on his knees bringing his dick up rubbing it against my dick, balls and ass as he manipulated me in circles and up and down rubbing his hard dick all over me.

When he got a tube of oil, I was so relaxed and trusting that thinking he was going to fuck me I became very welcoming to whatever he had in mind, wishing he would put his beautiful cock inside me, but he proceeded to rub oil all over me and as he did so he rubbed various parts of his body all over me by laying on top of me holding his sexy body above me touching every part of me with whatever body part of his that he wanted. Since John was already in position and I held my legs wide open with him on top, he slowly rubbed his cock closer and closer to my ass ending up with his crown at my entrance before he pushed his gorgeous tool inside, a millimeter at a time until I was totally impaled and filled with goodness. What I swore I would never do I had welcomed with total anticipation and delight. After fucking my bottom for a while, he came inside me, the beautiful almanbahis yeni giriş ending to our love making. We laid with his cock inside me for a good few minutes before I loosened my grip on him and let him go breaking the long kiss we had engaged in as he slowly rolled over unto his back next to me and told me he could fall in love with me, I replied I could with him as well.

We fell asleep for some time. Lastly, John held me down on the bed and put his knees on either side of my head letting his cock hang on my face as he faced my legs leaning over sucking my dick in a 69 position, I shot my sperm in his mouth with him slowly swallowing it tasting each drop. With his cock hanging on my face I started making love to his rod attempting to best his performance to no avail, and I brought him to another delicious orgasm this time tasting all of it and saving it in my mouth to exchange it in a deep kiss not letting his cum sneak past my throat. He asked me to spend the night with him, I did and we both called in sick the following day that we spent together making love fourteen times with dizzying pleasure and love for one another.

As I said goodbye making out with him by the door for what seemed like hours. I thanked him and departed with the several pairs of thongs that he gave me and said I could wear when we got together, I only hoped that they would survive the frequent masturbation sessions that I intended to enjoy thinking of John. He gave me his phone number and told me to call him anytime, that he would show me the ropes. I asked him if he did this with Mike and he laughed and told me not to say anything to him as that was the first and only time he would be with him. Obviously he felt very different about me, and I was very loving in every way, other than being very cute. I would have visited John every day but didn’t want to bother him, and when he asked me why we weren’t getting together more often I told him so, he thought I was being silly.

He made me a proposition that he would pay me $300 rather than $50, I told him that he didn’t have to pay me as I loved him and was having a great time with him and learning a lot, although I wasn’t sure if I was gay like him and really didn’t care if I was, but I also loved women as much as him.

John gave me my first enlightened lesson on gender and told me about some people who are bisexual by nature and I was lucky I was one of them. With respect to the money that I had refused to take, he responded that a deal was a deal and he had inherited a large sum of money from his father and he knew I was on my own and could use the money. During the next year, we were together many times and I would always learn something new about loving another person regardless of gender.

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Everything written here is true.

This is the story of how I slowly became addicted to cock, as a straight man.

I decided to divide my story in three parts, even though the real one is the last one.

This is the first time I write a story, but I wanted to share it.

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[ PART 1, When it all started ]

I’m a straight 22 years old man.

I’m a bit shy, even though I did some workout and I have a big and maybe nice body, I don’t know.

I have some luck with girls but, because of my shyness, I always messed up everything.

Everything started when I was 20 years old, during a party in my garden just in the middle of summer. My family was on holiday, so I had the house all for me and my friends.

I was doing some drinks with my shaker since I bought the tools and I like to play as a bartender.

At some point during the evening, one of my girl friend saw my muddler. For who doesn’t know, a muddler is a cocktail instrument that is used to stamp.

She asked jokingly: “Are you going to shove this in your ass?”

It was a funny joke but, for a moment, something lit up inside me, as if I was immobilized.

After some seconds, she laughed back again: “You looked so serious!”

I never thought of something like that.

I used to masturbate to lesbian porn in my teen ages, then I started with rule34 and so on. I really liked that stuff. Then, before realizing it, I was masturbating to futanari porn. I couldn’t believe it. I was really addicted to a girl with a penis, especially when they were both futas.

But I never, NEVER thought of surpassing that wall.

Never, before that moment.

And that’s how it started.

After the party, I didn’t want to stay with a single girl. I was alone in my house when I immediately opened a “futa x futa” porn to masturbate. I took the muddler I used to use to make drinks, spat on it and, slowly, I gently slipped it into my small, tight, virgin ass.

Void.

My brain was totally blacked out.

It felt amazing.

It hurt at first, it burned a little, but over time I was able to pick up the slow pace I was getting used to.

I liked to slowly put it in and take it out immediately after. And so on. Again, again and again.

The muddler I was using was made by stiff, cold green plastic which was hurting me a bit. But I was loving it.

Each time he slipped in and out, it was as if an explosion of new sensations were invading my mind, without my being able to control them. It was like I was learning to receive rather than give, and it was sensational.

However, while the slowness of the movement was satisfying my desire to want my ass full, it wasn’t enough for my hard fully lifted, stiff cock like never before, that just wanted to cum.

So I started jerking off as quick as possible, and my cum was spraying out of my big dick with a pressure and in such an amount I had never seen.

The feeling of cum while I was penetrated was the best sensation I felt in my entire life. I wanted more.

And that was the evening when it all started.

Every day after was only masturbating with my muddler. As a student, I couldn’t afford something better to use, and where could I hide an eventual dildo?

I tried some positions, looked some sissy hypno training porn.

And after a few days, it was time.

I was addicted to cock.

The first sissy hypno videos became shemale and, before realizing it, I was enjoying gay porn. I was really, really addicted to interracial bareback, whatever it is. I had no time to even think of that.

[ PART 2, The Muscle Girl ]

I remember one of the greatest cumshot of my life. I was scrolling instagram photoes of this big, muscled woman who was doing workout. I don’t know why, but in a photo she looked so manly. I imagined a very big, large, hard cock on her, penetrating me.

I took off my boxers, put my legs on the desk and violently thrust the muddler inside me.

Was it a muddler? Hell no, it was her big, strong cock penetrating inside me with some old, good violence.

I decided it wasn’t me in control of the situation, but her, with her dick. And she wanted to push harder in and out, in and out again of my little asshole.

And so I did.

It hurt, I didn’t have lube at home, but I wasn’t almanbahis in control.

It was him, sorry, I mean her.

I began to scream softly. Fantastic.

But I still didn’t have total self-control, so I started jerking off as I violently shoved it inside. After a few minutes, I pulled out a deadly cumshot that ended up on the wall as well.

I thought my balls couldn’t hold such a disproportionate amount of cum. And every time I hit my prostate hard, the more it came out. It was a crazy orgasm, it lasted at least a minute. The more I saw the cum the more my cock got aroused and the more I wanted to be penetrated.

Suddenly I stuck out my tongue, as if I wanted to reach it.

I wanted the cum. I wanted the cum from her big, wide and hard cock.

Unfortunately, every time I came I suddenly lost the desire to taste it.

It took quite some time before I could taste some.

I didn’t like it and I didn’t like the idea of my cum very much, but I wanted to know how it tasted. The idea of sucking a nice cock until I have a nice cumshot in my throat, however, was an idea that always turned me on.

I think I preferred the idea of the cum inside my ass, I don’t know why.

[ PART 3, The Black Guy ]

Anyway, time passed.

It was an afternoon I was going to buy some charcoal for a barbecue that, in the parking lot in front of the shop, a big black guy looked at me smiling while I was going back to the car. He wasn’t very tall, not even that muscular, but he was still big enough. He was bald but had a pretty face. He greeted me softly and, I don’t know why, I felt really good, as if I had butterflies in my stomach.

I kindly responded to his greeting and we looked at each other while smiling until I got into the car and, eventually, drove away.

I was driving while a feeling of submission pervaded me. I wanted to go back and ask him if he needed a hand.

I don’t know for what, I just wanted to come back to him.

But I didn’t.

I was at home and during the day I always had this little feeling of remorse, and a great desire to be submissive to him, I didn’t know why. I was straight.

Night fell and I still couldn’t get these butterflies out. I couldn’t even fall asleep on my bed.

So I closed my eyes and started traveling with my mind.

I was in the parking lot, walking back to the car. The big black guy greeted me and asked if I wanted a hand. I politely replied no and that I just needed to buy some charcoal. “And you, do you rather need a hand?” I asked.

He smiled.

He took me to the back of the shop. It was an industrial area, with buildings and warehouses. I suddenly found myself inside some warehouse, but on an upper floor. It was almost dark, but you could see enough to distinguish faces and objects around.

The guy, who we’ll just call “the guy” because I didn’t know his name, dropped something on the floor towards a corner. He obviously did it on purpose, but I reached down to pick it up. I don’t know what it was, it wasn’t relevant. All I felt was this perpetual desire for submission that I felt in my chest and my back.

As I turned around, I found a really big, hard black cock in front of my face.

It was really beautiful. I could admire the shaved balls, black as well.

His dick seemed like calling me. Or maybe, it was just me who felt like a fish that wanted to bite the hook.

Slightly frightened, innocent words came out of my mouth: “Oh, n-no … I’m straight, I don’t like these things.”

But his gaze remained patient on me in silence.

His eyes were telling me he knew I was lying.

But I wasn’t lying! I didn’t like them.

And as I thought it, my neck was moving my head forward so slowly, as if drawn by a light gravity.

I brought my nose closer and sniffed quickly from the bell to the balls. The smell of his cock rose to my brain, like I was drunk. And just when I felt like drunk, I replied in a much more relaxed tone: “I don’t like these things.”

My eyes were almost half closed because of the smell. The guy stood still, as if waiting for me to be ready, for me to start falling in love with his cock.

I raised my lucid and helpless gaze towards him: “I… don’t…”

And immediately, with a fluency that was waiting to free itself, I kissed almanbahis giriş his bell and grabbed his penis with my right hand.

I quicky slammed it on my face three times as my eye sockets shot upward from pleasure.

The sense of domination was about to explode.

I was almost free from the chains that still prevented me from going all in.

I loved that feeling.

But I loved the idea to become completely submissive to him more.

His toy, his container of cum.

It was as if I wanted to become completely gay and I finally had the opportunity to do so. So I said slowly but firmly: “I’m straight.”

Exactly. I was straight. And I was finally going to be a cocksucker faggot bimbo sex doll. Just the thought excited me to death. My penis was hard enough to slightly pop out of my panties.

Before I even finished my statement, my head swooped over his big fat cock and I ate it as hard as I could.

I stood there, keeping it inside for a few moments, before pulling it out to quickly bang my head up and down to shove it down my throat.

Up and down, in and out. As fast as possible.

I wanted more. I wanted to be raped. I wanted to be an obedient fag cocksucker.

I liked cock so much that I needed to shove it on my face. I love to slam it in my eyes while I smell the stink.

I couldn’t resist the urge to stick out my tongue and make noises as I slammed it right in my face. I swear, I love it and I am fucking addicted to slamming a big fat cock on the face. I need it.

And so, from that moment, my ass needed to be filled.

It needed to be fucked roughly.

But it wasn’t time yet for it.

I needed to suck more. I needed to hear my shortness of breath after sucking his dick so much that i couldn’t breathe. I needed to feel my throat burning from how deep that big piece of meat entered inside.

I needed to bite and eat it.

It was not will. It was pure instinct when I took my hands and put them on the guy’s ass to give more thrust and bang his cock deeper in my throat.

I wanted, no, I needed more.

I was begging inside to be raped while my eye sockets kept going up for pleasure. My brain was becoming brainwashed by cock and I knew it.

I got even more horny for that.

At a certain point my ass could not resist anymore. I really needed to stick his fat black cock inside.

So I jumped up and pushed the stranger to the ground, took off my pants and moved my underwear to uncover my asshole.

I put my hands on his big, masculine chest. I wanted to lick it.

But just as I was about to sit on his penis, he took and threw me face up on a desk.

I started crying.

I was begging with tears in my eyes from need: “Someone fuck me, PLEASE!”

The dude took my legs and spread them.

Then, he tore my boxers up to show my hard penis, which liked all this so much.

Suddenly he took control of me, but softly asked: “Are you ready to become gay?”

My breath marked a pause.

“There is no going back.”, he continued.

I wanted it. I WANTED IT.

I wanted to become gay, I wanted my brain to be brainwashed and only think about cock.

I wanted to be fucking dominated and owned.

“Yes.”

He started to push his dick inside me really slowly.

As I felt the warm, hard, thick piece of fat meat enter through my anus, my eyes widened more and more.

My lips parted, and my legs started shaking, craving for cock.

My arms were grabbed by the guy who was slowly settling on top of me.

It was completely different from how I used to masturbate. You could feel the softness of the skin, the warmth that pervaded inside, the strength of the flesh. The unreachable sensation exploding on my back of the prostate being touched and pushed by the cock.

And so, slowly, I was finally being fucked.

I do not remember how long it took before the pace increased. I remember that I liked using the lubricant, I liked having some liquid inside, but I don’t remember when and how it was applied.

All I remember was that feeling of absolute domination, as if the feeling of butterflies in my stomach pervaded my entire body, and mind.

He took my hands in his and brought his face close to mine. Only a thin layer of air separated our lips, but there was only one almanbahis yeni giriş kiss during the whole event.

Then… my notions of “pleasure” changed completely.

The dude was pushing harder, faster and deeper on my prostate.

It obviously started to hurt me.

I wanted it to stop, but at the same time I wanted it to continue. I didn’t want to suffer, but I wanted to continue to feel pain. It was proof that I was definitely dominated, that I was his sex toy, his container of cum.

The pain in my prostate was proof that his big black cock was banging me.

I started screaming.

My eyes became bright.

I really wanted this ambiguous feeling of quitting and not quitting to continue forever. I couldn’t understand if I was experiencing pain or pleasure.

The guy slapped my cock.

It hurt me, but I liked it so much.

I didn’t understand, but I was enjoying, so I kept screaming as a slut.

I found myself on all fours. This excited me to death.

I loved when he slammed his cock inside me from behind, grabbing my ass like it was his property.

I loved being spanked like I was bad and had to be punished.

I loved to cry and be punished as I answered yes to his questions:

“Will you be my sex slave from now on?”

“Will you come and get fucked every time I call you?”

“Are you addicted to my fat black cock?”

My answers came out filled with screams of pain.

But they were screams of who is enjoying that pain and is in NEED of it.

Again, and again.

The bull took me by the wrists and pulled my arms to him. I was leaning only on my knees, bouncing back and forth.

Meanwhile, my cock was bouncing too, until something like cum came out. It wasn’t quite cum, it seemed more liquid and thin, but still whitish.

Suddenly an intense wave of pleasure came to my brain as I was pissing with my tongue out, and tears in my eyes.

You could tell he was fucking me as if I was a faggot bimbo fuckdoll.

I was still pissing when I screamed in pain: “I want it inside!”

“Please fill me with your cum!”

I really wanted it.

I wanted his hot and juicy nice cumshot to squirt like an exploding fountain inside me and to feel his cock rubbing into my ass full of cum.

I wanted to be his endless cum container while pissing like an animal.

His own, personal object.

And so I came.

My cum was leaking very hard as my penis bounced from side to side.

My prostate squashed by the cumshot of a cock continuing to penetrate me.

My screams of pleasure cushioned by my tongue out.

My ass grabbed like a woman’s one.

My tears of joy.

The feeling of cumming while they bang your prostate is unattainable.

But that feeling of being left there like a tool after being fucked, the cum slowly dripping out of your asshole and onto your skin as you finally feel your ass satisfied, the guy who is watching at you and at your face full of pleasure…

I became a faggot.

I became a cocksucker faggot bimbo sex doll.

I was finally brainwashed to cock.

I was addicted to it, and I loved to feel like that.

I couldn’t move a muscle.

The only thing my brain was able to conceive, was that I had a look filled with pleasure.

My asshole had been stretched so that I could feel the fresh air coming in and settling on the huge amount of cum that I felt dripping out.

It was the best moment of my life.

I would have loved to have asked the guy to call a friend of his and get me fucked from behind and in the throat at the same time after that.

I really wished someone to put his balls on my face and abuse me while I couldn’t move a muscle because of pleasure.

But unfortunately, all of this was just a jerk-off.

The best jerk-off of my life.

Even today I can’t reach what I felt that night.

I still dream of getting fucked by that big black stranger and becoming his faggot container.

Simply to me, the feeling of fucking a girl will never surpass the one of being completely dominated. I am not quite attracted to the male body however. The idea of kissing a man doesn’t appeal to me, but the one of sucking his cock and being banged keeps coming back to my head.

Especially if they are the first to approach me.

Today my ass is still virgin but, should the opportunity arise, I’d gladly get banged.

The only things I want are to slam a big cock on my face and be filled with cum inside while I cry from pleasure. Am I asking too much?

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