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I awaken, Saturday evening around seven. I see Don laying next to me, he is smiling sweetly.

“Hi, you are really beautiful.” he says as I smile back at him. He leans in and kisses me before we cuddle for a few minutes. Don tells me how beautiful my eyes are, as he stares at me lovingly, his hand gently caresses my face as he speaks.

We soon each have a handful of hard cock as we kiss and cuddle.  We stroke and tease each other for a few minutes before reluctantly getting up for pee breaks, and some much needed food. Don convinces me by saying, “We can play with our new favorite toys later.” We laugh as I make him promise.

We order food before hopping into the shower, giggling excitedly as we adjust the water temperature. We moan as we watch each other grow, our poles steadily throbbing as we see the effect our small cocks have on each other.

Catching each other staring constantly.

Both relieved and excited, loving these new feelings, free of any worries about our size. Each taking comfort knowing this beautiful man we adore also has a small beautiful cock. Beginning to understand that it’s less about the size of a cock, and more about the person it is attached to.

We soap each other up, taking turns with the pouffe until we are covered in suds. Our mouths are locked while we wash, pausing only occasionally for air.

Our hard cocks rub against each other, his protruding cock head is pressed against my tight foreskin. Our small beautiful poles are nearly identical in length. We moan as we grind against each other, each other’s arousal building our own.

A ding from my phone interrupts our make out session, our food is arriving shortly.

We giggle as we quickly dry off and I pull on some clothes. I bring the food to the living room, and see Don in a towel. I have seen him in shorts and shirtless many times, but somehow I failed to see just how perfect he is.

I slowly take in his body, my friend is gorgeous, his chest is firm with a smattering of blonde hair. He is still slightly flushed from our steamy shower.

His tummy is tight, not quite a six pack, but close. Don, like me, has an inny, and more soft fine hair around his belly button. My eyes widen and I feel myself harden, my heart flutters as I look.

His long blond hair is still slightly wet, a few cute messy curls on top, his blue eyes shine in contrast to his pale skin.

He notices me staring, I blush a bit before saying, “How did I not see how hot you are before? You are gorgeous Don.” I shake my head in wonder as I admire his form.

Don just blushes, replying cheekily a moment later.

“You didn’t know how nice my cock was before.” He says as we both laugh.

Don flashes me for emphasis, my laughter stops as my mouth falls open, again struck by how perfect his dick is. Smiling to myself at his new found confidence.

I jokingly glare, “You know I’m hungry Don, please put your delicious looking cock away.”

Don purses his lips teasingly before grabbing a nearby bottle of water.

He holds the water bottle beside his rapidly growing cock and says, “Are you thirsty Roger?”

 I nod smiling, my eyes widen, I walk over as if in a daze, I place my hand on his chest and kiss him sweetly. I slowly work my hand down his firm flushed torso. I wrap my hand around the water bottle and say, “thank you.”

Don pouts as I walk away, we smile at each other, before we crack up, he mercifully covers himself a moment later.

As we eat I suggest Don should text his Mom if he wants to stay over. He smiles brightly and grabs his phone. Don chuckles as he reads her reply.

“She wants us to meet her for brunch, can I borrow some clothes?” Don asks as he sets his phone down.

I reply, “Sure but I need to do laundry, brunch with a hot mom and son sure sounds good though.”

I chuckle as my friend glares at me in jest. I laugh again before adding, “The son is hotter.” He jokingly glares again before kissing me.

I try not to blush as I realize I have now been hard and jerked off, for both mom and son. Like most of Don’s friends I had a period where I had a crush on his mom. I shake my head as I dismiss my thoughts.  We finish dinner, and after cleaning up, and brushing our teeth we relax.

We are sprawled together on my couch, holding hands as we spoon into each other. Glancing at the time I realize I should start my laundry, in order to finish before the room closes.

I gather my basket, adding a few items as I go, I include Don’s clothes, yelling for him to grab something from my room.

Seeing Don standing in his towel again, as he rises to dress, causes me to pause briefly. I admire the view before saying, “or you could just stay in that.”

Don walks past me smiling, I hear a giggle and see his towel hit the floor. I admire his firm round ass with my mouth hanging open.

I have to cover my boner with my basket as I walk down the hall to the laundry room.

When I return Don is standing naked in front of my dresser, I again admire his taut round ass, my eyes move to his almanbahis rock hard pole as he turns. I see he is holding something.

“These are cute,” he says as I blush. Don is holding a sexy pair of pink g-string satin  panties, his eyes twinkling at me as he smiles. He throws them to me while saying “are there more?” I catch my panties, explaining as I walk over, “Jasmine sent me a few pairs. I usually only wear them when we cam.”

Don finds a sexy black, transparent thong, and turns to me, he sees I am still blushing. “Rog, relax, I got hard as soon as I saw them. I have three pairs of my mom’s old thigh highs, I wear them all the time when I jerk off.”

Don adds as I relax, “I’ve always wanted to try panties, do you mind?”  

I shake my head, smiling, we both giggle again realizing how much we are alike. “We should dress up for girls night!” Don adds excitedly as I smile happily. He then steps into the panties, posing for me when he is ready.

I am again surprised by how attractive my best friend is, I can hardly fathom how much the sight of his lovely small cock, in the see through panties, is turning me on. I have never before thought a cock was beautiful, including my own, but I can hardly tear my eyes away from his perfect pink pole.

I harden instantly as I look, “You are gorgeous Don, wow, I’ve never been attracted to a guy before, but you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” The view sends a steady stream of throbs through my five inches.

Don blushes and smiles while I gush. “I think it’s about our connection, but it could just be that you are fucking gorgeous.” We both chuckle as I conclude.

“Thanks,” he says as he blushes.

I put on my panties while he whistles and we giggle a bit. We pose for each other, our eyes roam each other’s smooth firm bodies, our cock heads almost peeking out of our panties as we throb for each other.

“You wear your mom’s thigh highs? Is there something you need to tell me Don?”

I am kidding, but I have to wonder when I see his deep blush.

“They were ones she was throwing out, it’s not a big deal.” Don’s tone is defensive.

I shake my head, “I was only teasing, sorry, it’s okay if you are a mommy’s boy.” I laugh, and tease with my eyes until he smiles.

“Let’s go back to staring,” I say softly, he smiles and we stare.

 

“My boy, um sorry, best friend is beautiful,” Don says, blushing a bit at his slip.

I smile brightly, I twirl to display my ass for him as my thoughts swirl in my head. I am beaming as I pose. “Nice ass!” Don exclaims to my delight.

I turn slowly, still smiling, I ask, “You like your boyfriend’s ass Don?” Don nods blushing a bit as I close in for a kiss, We hold hands moaning as our panty covered hard cocks rub together. We kiss sensually, celebrating our new relationship. Our hands move to each other’s firm butts as we kiss and throb. My legs are a bit shaky as we eventually pry our lips apart.

We move to the living room, still in our panties.

 I halfheartedly fight Don’s advances, not wanting to go back to the laundry room with a boner. We giggle as I make excuses, and end up making out for most of the time anyway.

When my timer goes off, I make Don go with me, we grab some shorts first. We walk hand in hand down the hallway, our tents clearly pointing our direction. We giggle nervously until we reach the door, melting into one another giggling and kissing as soon as the door closes behind us.

We load the dryer, calming some as we do, we hold hands on the way back. We run into my beautiful new neighbor, Willow, just before arriving at my door.

“Hi Roger,” Willow smiles at us as she approaches, we nervously let go of each other’s hands.

I take his hand back in mine, I smile back saying, “Hi Willow, this is my boyfriend Don.”

Don squeezes my hand as he waves and says “hello,” to Willow.

Willow pauses looking at us strangely, “so my cute neighbor has a cute boyfriend,” she sighs, turning to walk away she adds, “I am going to love it here.” She wiggles her ass purposely, as she finishes her sentence.

We giggle as we admire her exit. Don yells, “Bravo,” as Willow meanders down the hallway. Knowing our eyes are glued to her round upright ass in her short plaid skirt.

We walk inside, commenting on how sexy Willow is. “You would look cute in that skirt,” Don says, only half teasingly, as our thoughts quickly return to each other.

We move to the couch, hand in hand as we chat, giggling about how much we love holding hands. “Tell me about that night, was it the first time you got hard for me?”

I smile at Don’s question, and nod.

I begin my tale.

“I was really nervous, it surprised me a lot, I remember wondering why we were holding hands, but then it was like, of course we are holding hands, it just made sense, you know?”

Don nods, his eyes tell me to continue.

“So then, I got really hard, really fast. I knew deep down it was because of you, but I hadn’t fully admitted that to myself yet. I was so nervous, in almanbahis yeni giriş case you saw, that’s why I mentioned a few times how hot the actress was.

I was shocked by it, I mean I was harder from holding your hand, than most girls get me during sex.”

He again nods his understanding, leaning in for a kiss before urging me on.

“When the movie ended I was even more nervous, I guess I know now why you ran to the washroom so fast.”

We chuckle as his nods confirm my guess, “I thought I felt a bulge when we hugged.” Don nods again as I laugh softly.

“So after you left, I jerked off right away, not really thinking about you, just more like I was jerking off to the feelings.” I try to explain my confusion.  

“I came way too fast, the first time, so, maybe ten minutes later, I edged for about an hour. I was watching porn, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw your face. I had a really huge load, both times.” Don smiles brightly.

“I didn’t see you for a few days though, so I was a bit  worried, then you said things were heating up with, Miss ugly face huge pussy.”

Don’s loud snort cuts me off, we both laugh hysterically for a moment.

“That is so her new name,” Don’s statement sets us off again, we laugh until we cry.

When we recover, I continue,.”So I guess I just convinced myself I was just horny, and that I had only imagined your nice bulge.”

I pause smiling, before saying, “Then this afternoon happened, as soon as I held you, I started throbbing. I felt amazing, holding you, but I also kinda felt guilty, like you needed comfort, and here I am with a boner.”

Don giggles, I wait a moment, sipping my water before continuing.

“When you told me what was wrong, I wanted to show you my cock so bad, but I was so hard, I got nervous. I knew I needed you to see though, and somehow that you needed to see how hard you made me.

So I, as you know, stood up and showed you my boner.”

We chuckle again as we remember, “When you stared, and said my cock was beautiful I almost came.”  

Don nods, “I was staring for like three minutes,” I raise my hand all five fingers splayed out, he nods and adds, “Okay five minutes.”  we again laugh.

“I felt so hot, Don.”

“Good, you are really fucking hot Roger.” I blush and smile at his compliment.

“Then you showed me your cock, I was amazed, I kept just staring, in my head I was saying wow over and over. I was like, that is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

I add a moment later, “Knowing your perfect cock was rock hard for me was driving me crazy.” I pause a moment, feeling a blush. “I just have never felt like this, I,…”

I shake my head smiling as my words trail off. Overcome by emotion, tears forming in my eyes as I blush.

“Just say it Roger, whatever it is,” Don smiles encouragingly.

I swallow and manage to speak.

“I don’t want to pressure you or make this weird, but, I’m falling in love with you Don.” I am blushing again.

Don moves closer, he whispers softly, “I am falling right beside you Roger.”

I feel myself melt into him as his sweet words wash over me. Happy tears stream from our eyes as he soothes me. He takes my hand in his.

“We can hold hands as we fall,” he adds, lightening the mood as we giggle and try not to cry.  

Don kisses me gently before moving his mouth beside my ear. He whispers, “I want to suck your small beautiful cock now Roger.”

I moan as he moves, sliding my shorts and panties off as one. My hard five inch cock springs free, bouncing in front of me.

Don is on his knees, looking into my eyes, his hand holding my cock upright.

He kisses my cock head a few times, causing me to moan and writhe. I throb, releasing a pearl of pre cum as he engulfs me. Don easily slides all of my small cock into his eager mouth, he begins bobbing slowly.

I moan and thrust, already fighting an impending orgasm. Don pauses, he admires my cock for a few minutes, alternating between staring and licking. His tongue finds every part of my aching twitchy little pole.

He sees me struggling so he says sweetly, “Don’t fight it, I figured we wouldn’t be able to last long the first time.” I moan my reply.

Don lowers his head, he again begins bobbing steadily, his tongue bathing my cock head, as he brings me closer and closer.

I feel my ass cheeks clench, I am thrusting forwards, my cock as hard as it has ever been. My hands hold his hair gently as he bobs up and down.

Don increases his pressure, forming a tight circle around my cock with his lips as he suckles me. He moves his hand to my balls as I grunt and thrust my cock in and out of his mouth.

I moan even louder and begin to shoot, writhing and thrusting, as Don locks his mouth on my cock. I fire my load down his throat, trembling as I finish. Don stands as I recover, I take his hands in mine holding him in front of me for a minute as I calm further. I slide his shorts and panties down, moaning as his hard cock dances in front of me.

I look into his blue almanbahis giriş eyes as I inch closer to his hard beautiful cock, hearing a moan as my tongue grazes his swollen cock head. I pull him closer, inching my way up his pole. My tongue exploring every part of his gorgeous cock. I see his legs shake slightly as I finally engulf his twitchy five incher.

I go as slow as I can, fighting my urge to suck his delicious cock furiously. Attempting to savor this feeling, knowing my gorgeous friend is feeling as good as he just made me feel. Knowing this perfect cock is now mine.

I slap his cock on my tongue, tasting another splash of pre cum. My own tired little cock is already rock hard again, his moans sending a stream of pleasure through me.

He holds my head, thrusting gently as he nervously fucks my face. My primal moan spurring him on, he begins thrusting much more vigorously. Using my mouth as he comes to understand I am his. He pauses after a couple of minutes allowing me to suckle his aching balls as he cools down.

Don slides his small wet cock all over my face, I moan softly, trying in vain to swallow him again. Don slides back home, all of his cock now in my mouth. I gag a little as he finds my throat. Leaning forward to get as much of his small beautiful cock into my mouth as is possible.

Don grunts, he again grabs my head, slowly sensually fucking my mouth as I groan and throb. His legs are wobbly, his eyes glazed with lust as he fights his orgasm. I reach behind him seeking his hole with my finger.

I feel his cock harden even more as I tease his hole. Just circling his opening with one finger.

Don grunts again, he raises up on his tiptoes, as he begins to fill my mouth with cum, his thrusts slowing as his orgasm subsides. I swallow his sweet cum, feeling him soften in my mouth. I kiss his sensitive cock head as he slides out.

Don curls beside me as we recover, he moves his mouth to my ear and whispers, “Cock sucker.”

We both laugh hysterically, “You started it,” I say in retort, through my laughter.

We laugh even harder. Just as we calm my laundry timer goes off, setting us both off again, we laugh until we cry.  We dress quickly and rush down the hall.

“Seriously though, did you even have a clue sucking cock could feel that good?” Don muses as we walk back with the laundry.

I shake my head before saying softly, “I had no idea,” the wonder evident in my voice.

As we fold laundry, Don tells me his side, “So I had an instant boner, as soon as we held hands. I was nervous too, I was trying to find the courage to put my hand on your leg, but I was too scared.”

Don sighs, before continuing. “I ran out of here, feeling like a coward. While I waited for the bus, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and us. I kept replaying it all in my head, wishing I had been braver. I sat there with a hard on, worried someone would see when I got up to get off the bus.

I jerked off as soon as I got home, imagining us massaging each other.”

Don blushes a bit as I smile encouragingly. “I came twice too Rog, my first one was way too fast.” We giggle as we again realize how much we are the same.

“I guess I already knew I had a crush on you, but like you did, I just told myself I was just horny, whenever those feelings came up. My mom knew I liked you, way before I did actually, and that you liked me. Mom knew the next morning that something was up, she has often said we would make a great couple.”

I open my mouth to speak, Don places a finger over my mouth to shush me. “You know how my Mom is, about labels and stuff, when I told her it was no big deal we just held hands. She said, holding hands is a big deal honey,”

He pauses for water, “Then mom asked if I got an erection,” seeing my surprise, he explains, “her exact words were, did you get a really nice erection for your friend honey?”

I laugh at his expression, before saying, “your mom is awesome.”

“I ignored her question, but we had a nice talk about connections, and subconscious feelings. How if you label yourself, you will live according to your label.”

He pauses, “Mom bought me the thigh highs, she caught me looking at her catalog like three times, and once I had an obvious boner.”

Don sighs, “That’s why I was a bit uncomfortable earlier, my mom has like a boner detector, seriously Rog, ever since I turned eighteen, she has embarrassed me on so many occasions.”

 I chuckle imagining his discomfort. “She basically forced me into a conversation, while reassuring me.”

Don again pauses, he imitates his mom’s voice. “Honey I have told you before not to worry about your erections.”

“Her exact words,” he blushes again. I try not to giggle too much.

He shakes his head before explaining that he had rolled onto his tummy, in an effort to hide his bulge from his mom.

“When I realized she wasn’t going to leave I admitted I wanted to try wearing some. Mom had me point out my favorites, and finally left me alone”  

He chuckles, again shaking his head as he concludes.

“So anyway, you know my mom, a couple of days later, I found three pairs on my bed with a brand new box of tissues, some coconut oil and a note, saying I should wear them if it made me feel good.” Don is beet red as he concludes.

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My name is Jessica. I’m nineteen years old. I’m tall for my age. My height ranges from 5’10” to 6’1″. I have short curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and an olive skin tone. I’m heavy set with 44D breasts and a nice spankable round ass. Now that you have my description let’s continue on. I was at my best friend’s house. I wasn’t spending the night, I was just hanging out watching television. It was around 2:00 in the morning. Me, her, and her boyfriend had all gotten back from the laundromat. After we got in she cleaned the kitchen and went to bed. Not long after her boyfriend travesti istanbul went to bed as well. I was in the middle of watching a story on Dateline when I heard a noise coming from the direction of their room. Their room is located at the end of a short hallway and when I turned to look their door was closed but I could see that the light was on. At first I just dismissed it as the house settling but then I heard it again, only this time it was a little louder. I muted the television. For a while it was silent but then sure enough I heard the unmistakable istanbul travestileri sound of her moaning. I rolled my eyes, smiled to myself, and continued to listen. From the sound of her moaning it was obvious that her boyfriend was doing an amazing job. In my head I was able to picture them clearly. You see we have all seen each other nude at different points in time so the mental image wasn’t hard for me to conjure up. In my head she was on all fours getting it from behind. At this point I noticed that I was starting to get wet. I shifted around istanbul travesti a few times to try and help it but I just ended up making things worse. In order to distract myself, I unmuted the television and went back to watching Dateline. The noise didn’t completely drown out the sound of her moaning but instead forced it to become a low sensual undercurrent. When Dateline ended I turned the television off and proceeded to gather my things to go home. The entire time I was getting ready the sound of her moaning only added to my arsouel. After I had gathered my things I sat down and charged my phone long enough to send her a quick text. The text read, “Hope you had fun lol,” with a winking emoji at the end. I unplugged my phone, stood, and left. Since she only lived a few houses down from me the walk home wasn’t that long.

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I live downtown on the 40th floor of a high-rise. I have a telescope, and I like to watch people. You know, it’s especially interesting to watch people when they don’t know about it? They act so natural. They don’t hide emotions. I see a couple fucking so lazy on the 10th floor. Why lazy? He’s probably terrible in bed because she is on her phone while he’s fucking her!A guy is masturbating on the 23rd floor. He does it every istanbul travesti three hours. I think it’s not normal and he needs help. There is a pervert and his fake woman. He cares about her, kisses her, takes a shower with her. It’s gross, but everybody is different. And there is she… my girl on the 38th.I’ve been watching her for the last two weeks. She has new guy every few days. Very high sex drive. I think travesti istanbul she knows people are watching her, because she leaves her windows open when she comes out of shower. Naked. And then the show begins. She gently dries herself with a very soft-looking towel and starts applying body oil. This is a torture to watch. I always jerk-off while she does it, her hands slowly rubbing a tiny amount of liquid into istanbul travestileri her breasts, toned tummy, and butt. I want to lick every inch of her. Her skin is glowing after that. I think she doesn’t shave her pussy. My telescope isn’t that powerful to see ( I wish), but I like to think she has soft hair just trimmed to a certain length.Finished with her shower, she got on the phone. Probably somebody turned her on during that call, because she put more oil on her breasts and started to masturbate. I so badly want her hands to be my hands. Or replace her hands with my tongue. She cums, arching her back. I see drops of my juices on the floor. I’m finished.

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When we resumed our lumber delivery trip, I thought about Carl fucking Baxter. Would his ass take all of Carl’s cock? Would Carl like to fuck a guy’s ass? I wondered how I’d get them together.I asked Carl, “Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?”“No. If I got my cock in her cunt, I was happy with that.”“Did you fuck a lot of girls?”“Why are you asking?”“I am just curious. In my youth, it was hard to find a girl who would let you fuck them. They were all saving their cherry for marriage or they were afraid of getting pregnant. Condoms were hidden behind the counter at the drugstore. You istanbul travesti had to ask the druggist for them. Most guys were too shy to do that. Today, even the grocery stores have them on display. Anything you tell me or anything I tell you, is just between us, okay?”“That is fine with me. We already have a big secret.”“So, with the availability of condoms these days, you must have fucked plenty of girls.”“Not really. A couple of them wouldn’t let me get in all the way. I was too big and they stopped me after getting just the head in. I did fuck four girls, though, with istanbul travestileri full penetration.”“Cool.”“Was your dad hung as big as you?”“I have no idea. I never saw his cock. We never got along. When he died, Mom got the house and his truck and Sandra got his Mustang. I got fuck-all!”“That is too bad. Sad too.”“Yep. I didn’t like him and he didn’t like me. I still miss him though.”Several moments passed. There was a sign up ahead that indicated we were nearing a bumpy section, so I slowed down.Out of the blue, I asked him, “Would you fuck a guy in the ass?”“No. travesti istanbul That is really gay.”“Carl. Carl. Carl. As I said before, guys sucking and fucking is only really gay if you are exclusively doing that to the exclusion of fucking girls.”“I see.”“If you like having sex with guys and girls, then you’re bisexual, not gay.”“Good to know, thanks, oldtimer.”“So, if you were horny and a guy was willing, would you fuck him in the ass?”“I don’t know. I never really thought about it!”“How many of your girlfriends gave you head?”“Jeez, I am not comfortable talking about this stuff!”“Do you think I am too nosy?”“No, I just like to keep my sex life private.”His hands were in his lap and I commented, “Yet, here you are sitting with another boner!”He blushed beet-red again and stammered, “How can you tell? I thought my hands covered it up.”

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I’d been waiting with my shirt off for after putting on some deodorant, making sure I looked and smelled decent. I had so much precum from our text conversation and imagining us stroking together in my dorm while waiting for him to show up. I put on a clean pair of basketball shorts with nothing underneath so I could just slip them off when the time came.Either I wanted to start things with my shirt off, or the knock on the door came sooner than I expected. I figured this was it, got that nervous pit in my stomach, having a guy over for the first time.”Sup,” I greeted him, before leading him back to my room. To get a picture of him, he was a clean-cut looking black guy about 5’10, short hair, fit build. We didn’t exchange names, so I’ll just call him “my guy” or “my man”. We also exchanged dick pics before I invited him and we both really liked how each other’s looked.He made some friendly small talk which made the vibe less tense, so I was ready to get to it when we walked in the door of my dorm bedroom, and it seemed like he was too. I shut the door soon after. “Do you want the lights on or off?” I asked directly. “I’m cool either way, whatever makes you comfortable man. It’s your place,” he replied. I agreed with him and flipped the light switch off, since I was still new to this and kind of shy about doing everything under a bright fluorescent light. I am a “mostly straight” dude but I had been waiting to jerk off with another guy when I had the dorm to myself for a while. I also felt like the dark made the mood a bit “hotter” because it was more anonymous, and we could focus on jerking off instead of whatever we look like, which opened us up later on I think.It was pretty dark but there was enough light shining through the window from outside on the quad. I could see what was going on, but not all the details of our bodies, which was perfect for me since istanbul travesti I was still shy about my cock having a tight foreskin. Even though he said he liked my dick pic, the low light helped with that. I walked over to my bed and laid down on the far left, leaving some room for my guy to get on the tiny dorm mattress. I pulled my blanket up over my knees, which I always did before masturbating in bed.I sat back and looked over and saw my guy standing by the edge of the bed undressing. I felt another nervous rush seeing him slipping his boxers off of his ankle, which made his cock swing out and hang there for a second. I felt like, oh shit, this is happening now. He laid on my bed just propping his head up on the pillow instead of sitting up like I did, then pulled up the blanket over his knees too. I thought I should lay back like him so we’re level with each other.As he got comfortable, I took my shorts off and left them at the foot of the bed. My cock was out now, almost fully hard, laying against my stomach but raising up slowly. I peeked over to my right and so was his, looked about the same size too. Still shy about mine, I started tugging a bit trying to keep it down flat. He took a hold of his too, the first step coming pretty easily, which was laying down naked and jerking off together.Once the initial butterflies went away, I saw we were just two guys enjoying our dicks out together and sharing some man-to-man time with our bodies exposed. That made me more comfortable and let me enjoy stroking myself more, seeing everything went smoothly so far. I was quick getting to my second step, taking glances at his cock and back to mine, comparing them as we started to get into jerking ourselves off. That was really hot to me, so I started making it obvious I was jerking while watching him stroke his dick. He started checking out mine travesti istanbul in return and the mutual attention got us fully hard, letting out some subtle grunts and exhales made it clear we both felt good.That feeling was building up quickly for me, so I began slapping my cock on my stomach, holding it from the base and showing off like that as a way to start edging. He looked over after hearing my cock bouncing up and down and did the same, eyes on each other’s. Letting it hit my stomach like that was really satisfying being almost as hard as I could get. We watched the other play around for a bit, then stroking, and repeated. He started slowing down, so I tried to match his speed so I wouldn’t get too close to cumming.I couldn’t resist going back to my full pumping motion every now and then, getting a little closer each time, risking my load shooting so early. I stopped to hit my cock against my navel again, bouncing it for my guy to see. Suddenly, I wasn’t shy and liked the attention on it. He copied again, but then out of nowhere, was in front of me, and put my dick in his mouth. I was kind of stunned, and pulled away, since I wasn’t into sucking. I told him to just lay down on his back and jerk off again, which he did.I wasn’t that thrown off though, so I took my cock back in my hand and made my own “move” out of passion now. I kneeled on the mattress and turned to face him, so that my dick would be really close, almost touching his, as he was stroking it upright. I started jerking it fast like before when I couldn’t help it, which looked so hot right above him doing the same. Even after his unexpected move, the mood definitely got stronger with me stroking myself just above the tip of his cock like that. I had to stop myself again or I would have blown my load all over him. I grabbed my dick by its base and bounced it up and down really istanbul travestileri quickly.”Yeeahh,” I sort of grunted under my breath, trying to hit his cock with mine for a few seconds. He started to milk his cock with fast pumps for a moment as well.”Shiiit,” he responded, with the same tone.I felt a bit self-conscious and over the top after that, so I quickly laid back down and shook my cock around a bit to calm down and keep myself from busting right then. Since I wasn’t jerking myself, I kept my hand busy by grabbing my balls and showing them off now, hoping my man would copy me again. He was quick to follow, and I noticed his balls were definitely bigger as he made them visible. I guess we got distracted from stroking and played with our balls for a bit, rubbing them and holding them up for the other to look at.That was enough to put the brakes on me nutting too fast, but seeing his balls like that made me ready for the leap to touching each other now. I put my hand down onto my thigh and saw my cock was throbbing on its own, bouncing slightly as it leaned down, and stayed there, hard as hell above my stomach. He spread his legs out a bit so his erection would stay up unsupported too, the sides of our thighs were touching now. I thought there would be no better moment to go for the third thing I was waiting to do.”You want to trade hands?” I suggested. That’s what I liked to call it just short of jerking each other.He agreed almost instantly, and his left hand reached over, finding my dick, which he then held straight up and started to stroke gently, getting me rock hard as soon as he took over for me. I was less eager and took my time, hoping he would too. I always wanted to get into a mutual masturbation session with another guy, but was nervous about him making me shoot my load instantly from all the sexual tension. He was just rubbing me and going slow though, so I felt fine for now.I got to grab him with my right hand, which I’m sure felt great for both of us. I went to hold his cock when he was already down to business. As it became mutual though, he suddenly went a lot faster, which made me tense up.

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The swaying of the carriage and the rhythmic ‘clackety-clack’ of the wheels over the joints in the rails had finally caused the other occupants of the sleeper carriage to fall asleep in their berths.‘Finally,’ I thought. I could now play with myself. This was my nightly routine, to help me relieve the day’s stress and relax.I looked at the other occupants of the sleeper cabin. All were sound asleep on their cots.I pulled back the thin blanket that was covering me and tugged aside my boxers, allowing my hardening cock to spring out. It quivered a little before I gripped it in my left hand and began to stroke it, slowly masturbating, enjoying the feeling of relaxation it gave me.I sighed quietly and thought about the evening’s events.What a trip it had been. After a long journey travelling Europe by rail, the last part of the journey home was cocked up when several of the overnight sleeper cars were found istanbul travesti to be faulty, meaning they had no air conditioning. As a result, passengers were asked to double up with strangers in the cars that were working.As most of the sleeper cars were divided into four-berth units, I was allocated to a family of three. A woman in her mid-forties, travelling with her elderly parents.At times, she had seemed to despair at having to shepherd them through the carriages to find the correct sleeper, and then have to explain to them for the umpteenth time who I was and why I was sharing their berth.Eventually, she got it through to them that I would be travelling with them overnight. After some final grumbles, all three headed off to the dining car to get something to eat, the daughter giving me a weary smile and an eye roll as she passed.On their return, I had left to get some refreshment, travesti istanbul by which time the train was moving at a good speed, heading towards the coast and the ferry home. I stayed in the restaurant car for a good while, letting the family have space and hoping that when I returned they would all be fast asleep.On entering the berth, the older couple were sound asleep, and their daughter was sitting on one of the top bunks. She’d changed into her nightwear, a long t-shirt and loose shorts, and had pulled her long hair into a single ponytail. I couldn’t help but notice that she had quite shapely legs that were dangling over the side of the upper cot opposite mine. I also noticed how her t-shirt clung to her boobs, accentuating them.She nodded as I entered and then apologised for her parents being grumpy earlier. I told her not to worry, that it couldn’t be easy for people of their age istanbul travestileri to readily accept having a stranger suddenly thrust upon them, especially in their bedroom, in effect. She thanked me for my understanding, then said she needed to lie down and try and get some sleep. I said I was just going to bed too. I took off my jeans and climbed up to the opposite top bunk to hers, and quickly pulled the blanket over me.“Goodnight,” she said, sleepily.“Goodnight,” I replied, as I lay there waiting to get my relaxation session started.As the other occupants slept, I reached the point of increasing the speed at which I was stroking my cock, a bunch of Kleenex nearby to collect my sticky white fluid in, when I heard a muffled sigh from across the aisle.I froze. Had I imagined it?“Please, don’t stop!” came a whispered plea.I felt myself blushing.“Please, carry on,” came the voice again. “I want to watch you. I need to watch you!”I turned my head towards the opposite bunk. The daughter was there, blanket covering her lower body, with it tented as her knees were raised and spread.“Please, I’m only doing what you are doing, it relaxes me,” she said in a lowered voice.

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A notification pinged Josh’s phone, a message on one of the gay apps from an account named Bi4Top.”Hey stud, you lookin?” That was all it said. He’d normally ignore messages like this. But it had been a while since his last hook-up so he decided to give him a look. A bit of a belly, plenty of fur; just Josh’s type.  The guy’s profile was hot but Josh noticed a wedding ring in one of the pictures. “Does she know?” he chanced, preferring not to be an accessory to cheaters. “Yeah…can she watch?” came the response. Josh’s pants were suddenly tighter.”Shit, am I into that?” he asked himself.A few hours later Josh walked into a crowded dive bar. He glanced around and saw the couple he had planned to meet, Mark and Jessica. They were both a little older and heavier than their pictures had implied. But Josh likes ‘em thick and was no Twink himself. They had beers and chatted. It was nice to be checked out by two people at onceHe travesti istanbul had a bit of a buzz as they walked back to the couple’s hotel room. His hand was on Mark’s ass as they walked. Jessica saw and gave the two guys a wink. “Can you believe you’re the first guy to say yes?” Mark asked.”I mean, kind of.” Mark frowned at this response, so Josh quickly added, “But it’s just as common for gay couples.”The elevator door closed and Mark was all over Josh. A rough beardy kiss. Mark’s hand was down Josh’s pants, button and belt still on. Mark wanted it bad and josh liked being wanted. “He’s an eager beaver,” Jessica laughed, her hand between her own legs. Mark didn’t remove his hand until the elevator door opened.The room door closed and Mark was already naked. Josh stood in awe at the speed.”Come on, it’s been so long since I had a real cock,” he said, reaching for Josh’s crotch again. “Don’t let him fool istanbul travestileri you, he loves the strap, too.” Jessica laughed again. She was topless on the far bed.Mark stripped Josh down and threw him onto the bed. He was on his knees between Josh’s legs within an instant; sucking Josh from chub to rock hard. He was a talented sucker, no teeth, hardly gagged. “Damn, man, you’re really good.” The older man smiled at the compliment and gave Mark a good tug.Climbing atop of him, Mark rubbed Josh’s cock on his hole and straddled him. He ground his fuzzy ass against the younger man greedily. “You ready to fuck? Fuck! I need it bad” Mark growled. A cool slick hand gripped his cock and Josh jumped as much as he could with the largest on his waist. “Gotta lube you up.” Jessica was between his legs and oiling his cock with really nice lube. It tingled slightly.”This is his favorite, makes it easier for him istanbul travesti to take it,” she said from behind her husband. Josh’s cock was pressed against Mark’s hole as Mark sat back”I hate to be a lazy top but…” Josh trailed off as he was swiftly engulfed by the man. “Oh shit, you ok?” Mark’s face was tense with pain having taken all eight inches immediately.”Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Fuck it’s so good!”He began to ride on the younger man’s cock. Using the spring of the bed to bounce.”Yeah baby, ride that dick” Jessica egged him on.Mark was bouncing, full of a surprising amount of energy; Josh just laid back and let the man milk him. The ass around his cock slid and clenched. The sound of ass slapping on thighs, balls hitting a soft stomach. Mark grunted, swore, and bounced. Jessica sat spread eagle on the bed across from them, rubbing her exposed nipples and sliding her panties to the side to fondle herself.From being ridden like a sex doll, and being ogled like a porn star Josh felt himself getting close to the edge and then immediately crossing it.Josh had never cum that fast in his life. Mark rode him hard and wet and didn’t get off when Josh came deep inside his ass. 

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“But Sir please, I’ve never been with a man other than you and I…”

“Ah.” Daniel said, holding up a finger to silence me. “You’ve never ‘been with me’ slave.”

I looked down.

“You’ve been fucked by me, you have been a pleasing set of holes and a wallet and nothing more. To say you’d been with me, would be to insinuate we were lovers. Equals even.”

He poked his finger into my chest with force, giving me the coldest look as I met his stare.

“Are we equals?”

“No Sir.” I replied.

“Correct. What am I?” he prompted.

“You are my Owner.”

“Correct. And what are you?”

“Property.” I replied.

“Correct once again. Now, crawl here and open your mouth. I am going to fuck your face once more before you start your schedule as a cum dump for my paying customers.”

I swallowed and looked down. It was futile to argue.

“Yes Sir.” I began to crawl to him.

“I’m going to enjoy this, after all it will likely be the last time I fuck you. I’m renting you out to be fucked bareback if the money is right, so who knows what you might pick up?!”

He laughed.

“Can’t have you passing anything on to me, other than the money you make of course.”

“Yes Sir.” I replied.

Saying no seemed impossible.

I reached Daniel and opened my mouth.

Daniel looked down as I guided his hardening cock once more into my inviting mouth.

“We’re so close now. Your life is about to enter its final stage. Now worship my cock, after all – it’s the cock of your God.”

I istanbul travesti closed my eyes and gently kissed his penis. His familiar taste in my mouth was so welcome, I felt tears well in my eyes knowing I may never taste him again.

I surpressed them. Only humans have tears.

I heard Daniel laugh.

SIX MONTHS LATER

I collapsed onto my sleeping mat, my body wracked with pain. My knees, jaw and arsehole all burned.

Just as they did most nights.

My locked up cock, now a useless and forsaken apendage twitched once but rarely hardened anymore. Upon Daniel’s last measuring of it several weeks ago, it had shrunk two inches.

“It doesn’t matter.” he had told me. “You don’t need it. You don’t fuck, you just get fucked. If keeping it locked didn’t keep you so docile, I’d have it removed.”

At first I’d kept count of how many men I’d been fucked by at his command. Over the months, the numbers had blurred. I knew I was at over 50.

Most used protection but some didn’t – Daniel charged them extra. In the early days he’d been present when I was fucked, now I’d learned my place so well he knew he didn’t have to bother.

There would be days and days where I didn’t see him, I hated those days.

My life had become nothing but a routine of sheer hell and despair. Work, eat, get fucked, sleep and repeat. My family had long since given up on me, and even the coworkers I had once been at least friendly with now spoke to me only at work when they had to. I was the workplace weirdo. travesti istanbul None of them know it was due to me being broken into sexual slavery of course, they all just thought I was insular and odd.

Despite all of this I couldn’t stop, because every now and then Daniel would throw me a moment of kindness or praise. One evening after sucking off three men in succession, after I knelt and handed him the cash he had said “Good Boy.”

I told him I loved him.

He simply laughed.

I knew I needed to change, this had gone too far and I’d be dead soon if I didn’t. Even my constant frustration and arousal couldn’t override my need to flee, I heard Daniel’s voice in my head constantly – telling me I needed him.

He wasn’t wrong, but the level of abuse I had suffered at the hands of other men had started to numb that feeling.

I knew I had to run.

TONIGHT

This would be a busy evening. I had four clients lined up in a row.

All of them paying well to defile me, and with the combined money from them and the allowance Daniel had allowed me to keep for expenses I would actually have enough cash to get a train somewhere tomorrow, get a hotel for the night first and then in the morning make my way back north towards my family. The few posessions I still had sat in my backpack, and I still had the locked cage on. I knew I could drill the lock once I was away and safe and could get my hands on some tools.

The night passed in slow motion. I was so used to being fucked now it barely registered istanbul travestileri with me, but as I got into my cash-paid hotel with a wad of money still in my pocket I allowed myself my first proper smile in months.

I had a bath, stretched out on a proper bed and even ordered some room service – I hadn’t been allowed a burger in so long.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Coming” I answered. I was so looking forward to my food!

I walked over and opened the door.

My blood ran cold.

Daniel.

“NO! HOW DID YOU FI…”

He pressed his finger to my lips. My voice died in my mouth as I instinctively kissed his finger.

He smiled smd held it to my lips for a moment more before removing it.

“Shhhh.” he cooed.

“You love me. You’re going to walk out of this hotel at my heel with nothing but the clothes on your back and my cash in your pocket. You will not check out, you will speak to no one as we leave. Good boys always obey their bully.”

He turned and left.

My cock thumped uselessly in its cage as I watched the sway of his ass.

I bowed my head and followed him to the lift and even through the immense sadness I felt, relief flooded through me.

“I’m a good boy.” I said quietly to him as the lift door’s closed on us.

Daniel smiled.

“I gave you too long of a leash, I’ll be keeping you nearer to me now. Until you’re completely broken.”

Now it was my turn to smile.

“…it will take more time. But eventually, I’ll break you down into the form I want you in. And then slave, I’ll sell you.”

My face fell.

“but Sir I…”

“Shhhhh.” he cooed again as the lift doors opened.

“Good boys obey their bully.”

He walked off.

“I’m a good boy.” I mouthed as I followed.

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This is a standalone story in the Phil & Lola series. It is however again based on a real experience.

———

Me and Lola were on our way to a large shopping center approximately one hour from our house.

What is important to understand in the beginning is that we don’t have the usual balance as a couple when it comes to need for a toilet. In majority of relationships it is the female who needs to go more often. But Lola has a bladder of steel. Sometimes she even has to pee and an hour later she proclaims she in fact forgot about it in the meantime. So it is more often me who gets caught short.

It surprised me when we were like ten minutes from the center and Lola said – “God, I need to pee pretty bad.”

Right, I thought to myself, so you have three hours before it might really require a toilet.

But the tone of her voice was maybe a little desperate? She was even squirming a bit in her seat. Unusual stuff, but I had to keep my eyes on the road.

“Hurry up,” she urged me as we drove into the parking lot.

“It seems like you really have to go.”

“Yeah, pretty bad.”

On one hand I felt bad for her distress, on the other it was actually quite sexy to finally see Lola in a situation when it is not one hundred percent under control.

I was trying to find a parking spot near the main entrance, but it was completely full there.

“Oh my god, just let me out and I will go inside,” Lola pleaded.

“Okay, I will find you…”

“Look, somebody is driving away over there,” Lola shouted and she was right, nice parking spot just got vacant in front of us. So I parked there and we got out of the car.

“Hurry,” she tried to speed me up, nervous as hell.

I was looking at her – she was wearing light blue jeans overall with a black jacket over the top. On her tall thin figure it looked smoking hot.

We rushed up the stairs and entered the center through the big rotating door.

“Where are the toilets?” Lola gasped. This center was huge and built like a maze.

I was looking for any toilet sign but without success.

“I will leak,” Lola bit her lip. Wow, wasn’t that show of a lifetime?

But even as sexy as she was I actually did not want her to wet herself in public of course, as it is an experience nobody needs to carry with them.

“Let’s try it to the right,” I said and navigated her through the corridor full of people.

“I think I peed a little,” Lola whispered looking around nervously. That really wasn’t like her at all.

“You will hold it,” I replied calmly and moved forward with her. At the end of the corridor I finally spotted the familiar male and female pictograms.

“There,” I pointed my finger to the sign. Lola was shaking a bit. She could make only tiny steps but finally we arrived under the sign.

There was another quite long passage to the actual toilets. Lola scuttled forward slowly and in the three quarters of the istanbul travesti passage she suddenly stopped – “I think I lost it,” she said with tears welling up in her eyes.

I refused to give it up being this close and noticed single toilet for the disabled only few steps ahead of us. It had very specific sign on the door that it must not be misused, but I decided to ignore that.

I grabbed Lola by the hand and pulled her forward while she was clenching her thighs with the last remains of a will.

Luckily it was not occupied and we barged inside, Lola throwing her purse on the floor and fighting her way out of the overall.

She finally succeeded and dropped on the toilet seat releasing a powerful stream of pee into the porcelain bowl.

Meanwhile I was checking the damage – she was not lying, she really started to lose it. Her panties were soaked and the crotch of the overall was wet as well, with a pee stain on right leg to the middle of a thigh. Not a catastrophe, but not perfect also.

She was breathing heavily turning her head in a frustrated gesture – “What the hell was this?”

“It is nice to see you are not immortal in this direction after all,” I replied.

“Yeah, perfect. Now I am supposed to walk around here in a pissed overalls?”

“Well, I guess I can go and buy you some pants. But as it is overall it would also require some top.”

“Oh my god,” she just said with a head dropped into palms of her hands. She then inspected the overall herself.

“I think you should take the panties down.”

“Yeah, I will walk around pissy and commando style, even better.”

“Better than having cold wet fabric sticking to your pussy the whole time, no?”

“I guess,” she said and took her cream thong down. I reached my hand towards her and suggested I wanted to take a closer look on the panties.

She rolled her eyes but obliged me and put the thong in my hand. It was cold already, but still very wet.

She knows what a pervert I am, so I did not hesitate to smell the little heap of fabric. It was an lovable fragrance.

“When the stress is over now, don’t we have time for a little fun?” I asked still a little aroused, Lola sitting in front of me with legs spread and pussy in clear sight, damp overalls at her ankles.

“We DON’T” she replied and dragged me back to reality.

“Let’s go home,” Lola said, dressed up again and tied the jacket around her waist.

“Well, I need to solve what we came here for in the first place.”

I needed to order one or two custom business shirts.

Lola sighed. “Fine, of course, you go and do that. I will wait in the car.”

“I don’t want you to…” I started, but Lola interrupted me – “No, it is fine, let’s do it this way.”

I agreed, tried to comfort her a little one more time and we separated. I got done what I needed as fast as possible and headed back to the car.

“How do you feel?” I asked istanbul travestileri when I sat down in the driver’s seat. Lola was sitting on an old blanket we carry in the back of the car.

“Brilliant,” she snapped back to me.

I just held my hands in the air in defensive gesture.

“I was going back to the car and I met one girl from school. Bloody luck much? So I was standing there with the jacket around the ass and the tiny purse in front of my crotch and I was unable to make her stop jabbering for I don’t know how long. And the whole time I was like – please do not notice I pissed myself, please do not notice…”

I imagined the situation and it was actually pretty hilarious.

For the rest of the ride home we were silent or discussed other things. In the end Lola was again pretty relaxed and not worrying anymore about what happened.

When we arrived home she was heading upstairs directly.

I followed her and asked – “Where do you think you are going?”

“To take a shower?”

“Hell no. You wet your panties in a shopping center. Do you think I will just let you clean it up like nothing happened?”

She rolled her eyes up again – “What do you want?”

“I want to taste it, of course.”

“You ARE such a pervert.”

“Yes, and in that and everything else I am only yours.”

I unzipped the pissy overall and undressed her. Then I pushed Lola down on bed.

Bravo for her as she adapted to the current scenario within a blink of an eye.

She started seductively – “It was terrible. I needed to pee so much. Even in the car already. And it never happens to me.”

I was on my knees already licking her beautiful cooch.

“I would have really wet myself completely if you didn’t help me back there.”

Her words had the strongest effect on me. For a few moments I was just tasting her peed pussy with my tongue and lips, it was so good – but then I could not resist, pulled down my pants and entered her right away.

She moaned loudly – “Oh, you like it when it is wet from pee down there.”

“I love it like nothing else in the world.”

I suddenly changed position, moved both her legs to the left and entered her again from the side.

“I almost wet my overall completely out there in public,” she repeated between other exciting sounds.

“You were like a little girl all of a sudden.”

“But you saved me from the embarrassment.”

“Yeah, I am just the hero of the day.”

I pulled out and repositioned myself along her. Immediately I started massaging her clit with my left hand.

“Because what would happen if I didn’t? You would have that sweet and warm pee of yours running down your legs and into those posh gold laced shoes.”

Lola was breathing faster and faster.

“And people would be going around seeing your misfortune. Very embarrassing. Some teenagers might even be laughing and pointing fingers at us.”

Lola travesti istanbul almost crushed my hand with her thighs, arched her body and let out a prolonged cry of ecstasy.

I let her rest for few seconds. Then my left hand started the process again.

“And more importantly – you know, fuck the unknown people – but we would’ve met that friend of yours from school. Can you imagine her face when she would have seen your completely soaked overall? Purse would not hide that.”

Lola climaxed strongly for the second time.

I also had to calm down the handjob activity she performed on me as well, otherwise I would eject my load before her third one and that would just be too soon.

“And how well the rumour would spread that so sexy and successful Lola still wets her pants in public like a little girl. In a shopping center where there are fucking toilets on almost every corner.”

It was even faster than I expected. Third wave of pleasure swept over her body.

I quickly returned on knees and turned Lola on her stomach – ass side up – and without waiting for invitation entered her from behind again. This time I was not saving tempo or anything else for later. Full speed ahead.

“Lolly needs to pee pretty bad again, please,” she said with a sweet but desperate sub-tone in her voice.

After hearing that and few more ins-and-outs my dick got behind the point of no return, so I pulled out and ejaculated on her beautiful ass cheeks and especially on her back door.

Then I dropped on the bed next to her. But Lola immediately started to get up.

“Where are you going?”

“I told you I have to go again.”

“Whoa, yes, but I didn’t think it is THAT much acute.”

“Well, it is pretty acute,” she replied and disappeared in the bathroom.

She came back after a minute and lied down on the bed again.

“Did you make it?”

“I made it,” she retorted irritatedly.

“Are the tables turning now? Are you going to be the one more accident prone?”

“Ha ha,” she replied, but it was not positive laugh. It was actually nervous.

I realised that even Lola did not wet herself completely, the whole experience must have been quite hard for her ego and self-confidence.

“Hey,” I said in a comforting tone. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. You cannot take it so seriously just because in all other situations you always have a bladder of steel.”

Lola said nothing.

“And it was my pleasure to help you … you now, when after all those years it was finally my turn. I almost stopped believing the day will even come.”

Now she chuckled and smiled. It was getting better. So I continued – “And if it wasn’t for your damp clothes we would not be back so soon and would not have this fantastic fuck.”

“It was terrible. I mean the shopping mall, not here” she said with hands over her eyes again, but also with a smile on her lips.

“I know. But thanks to experiences like this, or like that one night few years back, I love you even more.”

———

Lola’s bladder of steel was back next day without any limits, if you are curious. The story about ‘that one night few years back’ I will write some day in the future.

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Three weeks.

Three weeks of mundane existence, at least by Rose’s standards. Work. Being a mom. Time with her lovers, male and female, when her daughter is with Rose’s ex. Researching strap-on dildos to use on Violet

Growing more annoyed with the ever-present Mrs. Driscoll, too. Rose sees her on the corner talking with the gossipy bitch Danielle. Great. What must they be sharing?

Then the text.

It’s a Thursday evening like any other. Rose has plans with Patrick. Dinner, taking Precious Baby out for a ride along the shore afterwards. Maybe ice cream. Back to Rose’s to fuck.

Rose is leaving work, halfway to her car when it arrives. She checks her phone.

It’s from Patrick, one word only.

“Tonight.”

Tonight?

Rose stops in her tracks, staring at it.

Her mind races as she gets in her car. She glances at the text again. It has to mean what she thinks it does. What else?

She starts to text back “tonight?” but stops.

Patrick’s thought this through. One word saying it all. Clear and concise. But how to respond? Something straightforward and suitably witty. She decides, typing it in.

“Finally.”

***

Rose doesn’t recall driving home. No memory of stopping at traffic lights or using turn signals. She presumes she did, but her mind is a million miles away. Contemplating the evening ahead.

So many possibilities. Rose blowing both of them? That’s a given. Spit-roasting her? Seems probable. Lots of foreplay, where they’re both feeling her big tits and kissing her? She hopes.

She’s told it all to Patrick. He knows what she wants. He’ll deliver.

Rose’s hands are trembling as she gets out her key and opens her front door. She kicks it closed behind her, dropping her keys and purse onto the marble tiles.

She hikes up her skirt and shoves her hand into her panties, playing with her clit. Rubbing it back and forth as she slides down the door onto the floor.

The images in her brain come at her fast, one after another. A vivid tableaux. Two cocks pounding her in every possible combination. Channeling all their lust and masculine passion into her.

To be the center of all that sexual energy. The focus of the storm’s fury, and the storm itself.

Rose rubs her clit, moaning. “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.”

She sticks a finger inside her, then a second one. Fucking herself with them.

Rose writhes, laying on the floor shoving her fingers into her pussy. Fucking herself hard. She squeezes in a third finger, stretching her pussy out. Fucking herself on her entryway floor.

Her cries fill the air. “Oh, fuck. That’s it, that’s it. Fuck me hard, boys. Fuck me hard.”

Her mind races through more scenarios. Riding one, sucking off the other. Sucking on a cock while the other guy eats her pussy. They switch places. They take turns eating her out, fingering her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. Orgasms without end.

Rose cums hard, shrieking and squirting all over the white marble tiles. Joy mixed with relief washes over her.

She lays on the floor catching her breath. Staring at the ceiling, more images drifting through her mind.

She should be satisfied, at least for now, but she’s not. She’s hornier than before. So horny a dozen hard cocks aren’t going to be enough for her. Not tonight.

She gets up, shaking her head.

In any other era, I’d be burned as a witch.

***

Shower. Hair. Makeup.

Rose glances at the time. Fifteen minutes to spare. Nice. She even had time to shave her legs and pussy extra smooth.

She pauses to glance at the picture of the stained glass hummingbird taped to the mirror. She’s been certain for weeks it’ll be her next tattoo. It draws her in with its multiple colors.

Rose shakes her head. Focus on the present.

The choice of an outfit remains. Rose picks a dress with a plunging neckline and half sleeves showing off most of her arm tattoos. It also highlights her size-26 figure.

The best part, though, is its whimsical nature. It’s light purple and covered in a pattern of tiny blue, yellow, and pink cartoon ponies.

She adds bright purple horn-rimmed frames from her collection and her black rose pendant. Lately, she feels naked without it. She gives her reflection a final look. Yup. Hot as fuck.

Rose sets the table in the dining room. Seventies light rock plays in the background as she arranges napkins and candles.

Rose glances at the clock. If they’re on time—and Patrick tends to be punctual, doesn’t he?—they’ll be there in ten minutes. No time to waste.

Preheat the oven, get out the salad. Put the Rigatoni Bolognese from Occhiobello into a large casserole dish. Stick it in the oven. Gourmet dinner ready to go. Who says I don’t cook?

Rose opens two bottles of wine. One red, one white. She places the glasses on the table when she hears cars pulling into her driveway. A tingle goes down her spine. This is it.

Rose looks out the front window. Patrick’s Pathfinder istanbul travesti is first, followed by a black Volkswagen.

She waits, staring at the VW. Waiting for her first look at Antonio. Mrs. Driscoll is sitting on her front porch watching the grand arrival. Because of course she is.

Rose’s focus goes back to the Golf. The door opens and a man gets out.

Rose breathes in sharply, her face feeling flush. Oh, my. Patrick has picked a good one, hasn’t he?

Antonio looks around forty, fit and handsome. On the slim side, even more than Patrick. His hair is light brown and worn tight. He sports a few day’s stubble, which looks right on him. He carries a bottle of wine.

Rose waits for them to ring the doorbell. She saunters over and opens the door. Her eyes fall upon her new guest. “Hello, gentlemen. And you must be Antonio.”

Antonio’s eyes light up when he sees her, his face breaking into a boy-next-door smile.

Oh my. Rose is held captive by his bright blue eyes and his well-formed features. She hopes they get along, because he already passes the hotness test.

“Hello, Rose,” he says.

They hug in Rose’s entryway. She feels his solid muscles under his shirt. Their hug is short but pleasant and Rose follows it up with a quick, casual kiss on his lips. Why not?

“So nice to meet you.” She takes Antonio by the hand and leads him inside.

She turns to Patrick and kisses him. “Come on in, boys. Make yourselves at home.”

Rose takes each of their hands and walks them to the living room. Patrick smiles at her and she casts a licentious glance back his way.

“You gentlemen can have a seat,” she says as Antonio hands her the bottle of wine. “Thank you so much. Why don’t I open this right up? We can enjoy a glass before dinner if you like or we can eat right away.”

Antonio gives her a warm smile. “I’m in no rush.”

Smooth operator. “Right answer.”

Rose opens the wine and pours out two glasses. “Venus” by Shocking Blue begins. Goddess on the mountaintop, indeed.

Rose hands each man a glass, then fills her own.

Patrick and Antonio sit on her couch. She gestures for Patrick to slide over and sits between them. She shifts her orientation towards Antonio but grasps Patrick’s hand.

“So, Antonio.” She stretches out the pronunciation of his name. “Let’s talk. I don’t know a thing about you.”

“I’m told that’s how you want it,” he says.

“What else has Patrick told you about what I want?” she asks.

Antonio takes a sip of wine. He drapes his arm over the back of the couch. “He’s mentioned a thing or two.”

Rose slides her hand onto Patrick’s knee. “Is that so? Here’s the thing. I don’t want to know your identity. No specifics. No real name. But I’m still curious about you.”

“Ask me whatever you like,” he says.

“Okay. You’re an athlete aren’t you?”

“I keep in shape.”

Rose’s eyes sweep over his legs. “You’re not a runner. I’d say a cyclist.”

His eyes register surprise. “You see a lot.”

“I’m not wrong, am I?”

“You’re not,” he says.

“I thought not.” She takes a sip of wine. It’s good. “You know your wine, too.”

“I try,” he says. “What else do you see?”

Rose puts her glass down and grasps Antonio’s hands. She turns them over, scrutinizing them. “You don’t work with your hands, do you?”

“Well,” he says.

“Not as a laborer,” Rose stands. “You’re an artist or do something requiring dexterity. You’re educated, too. I can tell.”

“Right again. You’re good.”

You’ve no idea. “You’re not a pilot. I’m quite certain.”

Antonio gives her an inquisitive look. “Why’s that?”

“Different calluses on your hands than Patrick.” Rose gazes into his eyes, probing them. “Here’s another one. You’ve never smoked.”

Antonio starts in surprise. “How could you know that?”

“Smoking alters one’s pupils. It takes a trained eye to spot it, but it’s there. You also wear contacts because of astigmatism.”

“You’re some kind of Sherlock Holmes, aren’t you?” he says

“No, just an optometrist,” she says. “You’d be amazed what the eye can tell you about a person’s health.”

Rose puts her hand on his chin. She stares deep into his eyes from several angles. “You don’t have diabetes, or cancer. No lupus or lyme disease. Blood pressure’s fine.”

“How can you possibly see all that?”

Rose gives him an innocent look.

“You can see all that?” Patrick says. “Why haven’t you given me this health screening?”

“Babe, I have.” Rose pats his knee. “I would’ve told you if I saw anything wrong. You’re in great health.”

“Good to hear,” Patrick says.

Rose looks back at Antonio and is about to tell him more secrets about himself when her oven timer goes off. “Dinner time, boys. Shall we?”

The men adjourn to the dining room. They leave the head of the table to Rose and sit across from each other. “Cecilia” by Simon and Garfunkel plays in the background as Rose takes the rigatoni out travesti istanbul of the oven.

She leaves it on the stove top to cool and portions out the strawberry spinach salad from Occhiobello. A delightful start to a sensual evening.

Rose serves Antonio first, then Patrick, returning with her own plate. The men wait until she sits before picking up their forks. Good boys. When the queen is happy, there is peace in the kingdom.

“This is fantastic,” Antonio says. “Did you make it?”

Rose laughs. “Evidently, Patrick didn’t tell you everything about me.”

“Did I miss something?”

“I’ve many skills. Cooking isn’t one of them.”

“Oh.”

“I’m lucky enough to live ten minutes from one of the best Italian markets in the state.”

She puts a forkful of food in her mouth and catches Antonio’s gaze, then Patrick’s. They’re putty in my hands, aren’t they?

“Where were we before the oven went off?” Rose says.

“You were about to tell me more secrets about myself,” Antonio says.

“So I was.” She keeps one hand above the table and puts the other on Patrick’s knee. She rubs it while studying Antonio.

“Where were we? You work indoors and you’re educated.”

“I aspire to be.”

“You use a verb like ‘aspire’ and that confirms it,” Rose says.

“You Make Me Feel Like Dancing” comes on the speaker. Dance the night away, huh? I can do that.

“Your contact prescription isn’t strong,” Rose says. “You work at an educated job but you’re not reading all day. So, what do you do?”

“I’ll leave it up to you to tell me,” Antonio says.

“Give me a minute,” Rose says, standing.

Rose reaches to clear their bowls but both men start to stand. “Sit, gentlemen. I appreciate you wanting to help, but you’re my guests.”

“But we want to help,” Antonio says.

“Fine,” Rose says. “Antonio, if you want something to do, refresh our glasses.”

“My pleasure,” he says.

I’m sure. “And, Patrick, if you could pull the Pecorino out of the fridge?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Patrick says.

Now he’s trying to get me turned on. Succeeding!

Rose plates the rigatoni as the men complete their assigned tasks and sit. She brings Antonio his plate first, rubbing his shoulder as she puts it down in front of him,

“There you go,” she says, kissing his cheek. She glances up, sharing a glance with Patrick. He’s grinning.

Patrick’s plate is next. Rose places her hand on his shoulder as she puts his plate down, giving him the same treatment. She makes sure to make eye contact with Antonio as she kisses Patrick’s cheek.

Antonio stares at her. The lust in his eyes is so obvious it doesn’t take an optometrist to discern.

Rose spoons out her own dinner. She gives herself only enough to quench physical hunger. No need to feel stuffed.

Rose sits and gives each man a warm smile. She samples the rigatoni. It’s fantastic, savory and flavorful. It stimulates her senses.

“This is excellent,” Antonio says. “What’s the name of this market again? I may have to stop by there before heading home.”

“Back to New England?” Rose says.

“The license plate gives it away, doesn’t it? I know it’s not the accent, since I was born in Pennsylvania.”

Rose takes a bite of pasta. “The real question remains. What do you do up there in Massachusetts?”

She puts down her fork, studying him. “Let me see your hands again.”

He holds them out for her. She takes them in her own, turning them over. She stares into his eyes again and returns to her dinner.

Rose turns to Patrick. “You’ve brought me an interesting puzzle, this one. But I’ve cracked the code. He’s a music teacher.”

Antonio’s eyes go wide. He is about to swallow a bite of pasta but stops. “How can you know that?”

“Specializing in the guitar.” Rose sips her wine. “Am I right?”

“What? That’s impossible.” He glances at Patrick. “You told her, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t say a word,” Patrick says.

Rose shrugs. “Shall I explain?”

“Please,” Antonio says. “I’m dying to know.”

“Me, too,” Patrick adds.

Rose smiles at them both. “I’ll be honest. Some of it’s cheating. I saw the university parking decal on your windshield. I have perfect eyesight and it’s a distinctive label.”

“Fair enough,” Antonio says.

Rose raises an eyebrow. “But are you a professor or something else? You’re not in maintenance or coaching. Your hands are too soft.”

“Soft, smooth hands,” Rose says. “Except for the tips of the fingers on your left hand. They’re calloused and the nails are rough. Your strumming hand.”

Antonio glances at Patrick. “Who is this magical creature?”

“That’s what I’m still trying to figure out,” Patrick says.

Rose tilts her head. “So, am I correct?”

“You are. I still can’t believe it, but you are. I teach music theory and composition and also the guitar.”

“You also bike to work whenever you can,” she says.

He smiles. “Now you’re showing off.”

Rose takes istanbul travestileri another bite of pasta. “Maybe, but I bet all that biking has given you a certain level of cardiovascular endurance.”

Antonio smiles devilishly. “It has.”

Rose washes down her rigatoni with another sip of wine. “And all the guitar playing must also have helped develop in you a certain manual dexterity.”

“I hope so,” he says.

Rose glances at Patrick. “You’ve selected well.”

“I thought you’d like him,” Patrick says.

Are you kidding? He’s a walking wet dream. “I rather like this. It’s like we’re married and I’m a traditional housewife having dinner ready when you get home. Making sure I’m dressed up and pretty for you and the friend you’ve brought home for dinner. Waiting on you, while you unwind.”

“Except?” Antonio asks.

“Except,” Rose says. “In this fifties homemaker fantasy, I get the shit fucked out of me by both my husband and his friend.”

Antonio’s eyebrows shoot up and he tilts his head. “Is that so?”

“Or, better yet.” Rose gives each man a long glance. “I’m a fifties housewife with two husbands. Yes, I like it. Imagine if that were the norm.”

“This is quite the alternate reality you’ve conjured up,” Patrick says.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Rose says.

“Please go on,” Antonio says.

“While I’m fluttering about the house cooking and cleaning. You know, waiting for my two husbands to come home and fuck me, I take a few breaks. My fellow happy horny homemaker stops by for tea.”

“This just got interesting,” Patrick says.

“She’s a fellow BBW hottie with huge fucking tits and a fat ass to spare.” She takes a sip. “She also has two husbands. All the ladies on the block do. It wouldn’t be a proper modern household any other way.”

“Of course ,” Antonio says.

“Me and my gal pal spend a good part of the afternoon eating each other’s pussies. But now I’ve run out of time. Oh, no! I’ll never get a casserole prepared for my husbands when they get home from the ad agency. What am I to do?”

“What indeed?” Patrick says.

Rose puts down her glass. “I could stick three shitty TV dinners in the oven and we’ll eat them watching Milton Berle. Then fuck afterwards. Instead I call the local Italian restaurant and get dinner delivered. The food arrives in enough time to give the cute delivery guy a blowjob in the kitchen.”

“Wouldn’t all this oral sex wear you out for your husbands?” Antonio says.

“Au contraire,” Rose says. “It whets my appetite for more. A lot more.”

Antonio’s eyes widen and he looks at a loss for words.

This is going to be so damned fun. “Why don’t you go back into the living room? I’ll pour you another glass of wine and you two, my exhausted fifties husbands, can relax while I do the dishes.”

“We’ll be happy to help you,” Patrick says.

“And ruin the fantasy? I don’t think so. Husbands, into the living room. The dishes are my wifely responsibility.”

“Very well,” Patrick says.

“My job is to do what gives me pleasure. Your job is to conform to it. Now off you go.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they say in unison.

Rose smiles. Now I’ve got them both trained. I could get used to this.

The men adjourn to the living room. Rose tops off their glasses, making eye contact with each of them as she pours.

Her plan for the rest of the evening is simple. She intends to get as thoroughly and completely fucked as any time in her life.

Rose finishes the dishes, enjoying the game she’s constructed for herself. She takes a long sip of wine and saunters into the living room. “And how are my husbands doing?”

“We’re good,” Antonio says.

“I feel like you should be sitting in the living room reading newspapers and smoking pipes,” Rose says. “Fretting about communists and the dangers of rock and roll.”

“Who has time for that?” Patrick says. “We’re married to a horny woman like you. We fret about keeping you satisfied, even with the two of us.”

“It’s good to see my husbands’ priorities are in the right place.” Rose sits between them ‘

She drains her glass and puts it aside. Two drinks is enough for now, plenty to relax her but not dull the senses.

Rose puts a hand on each man’s thigh. She looks at Antonio again, peering into his eyes. His deep blue eyes are the color of the sky right before dusk.

“Where did Patrick find you?” she says. “Don’t answer. I’m sure he has his ways. Maybe you already know each other. Lifelong friends, maybe? Again, don’t answer.”

“Whatever you like, Rose,” Antonio says.

Whatever I like, huh? Rose meets his gaze. His eyes are locked upon her.

Rose glances at Patrick. His arm is resting on the back of the couch, his hand brushing her shoulder. She gives him a quick, playful wink of her long black eyelashes and turns back to Antonio.

“How’s the wine?” she asks.

“It’s very good,” Antonio says. “Bold, but subtle. Good mouth feel.”

“We’ll, that’s always a good thing,” Rose says.

Antonio smiles. “It leaves a nice feeling on my tongue.”

Rose gives Patrick another glance before turning back to Antonio. “Are you sure you’re talking about the wine?”

“What else would I be talking about?” Antonio says.

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