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Every cell in my body ached to watch her cum with another man. The ecstasy of seeing her eyes close, body trembling, and sultry voice call out when her pleasure became too much to bear. It became an addiction for me. When I couldn’t watch I begged her to recount her experiences with other men. Lying in bed together Stephanie would stroke my cock as she told me about someone else. It was nearly a nightly ritual. I was filled with an indescribable level of both jealousy and arousal as she told me about a different or better cock fucking her to climax. It only fueled my passion for her.Simply, Stephanie is my wife and best friend. She’s my physical, emotional, and mental Adonis. She is my Aphrodite – my goddess of love. She’s also my hotwife, which means she’s allowed to sleep with other men. She’s in her early thirties with long, flowing, brunette hair, and sparkling hazel eyes. She’s short, only standing on tiptoes at 5’4”, but she’s built with natural 32D breasts that are shapely and perfect. She’s my buxom bronzed Hispanic bride that I adore watching cum.Our shared journey into her transformation into a hotwife brought us closer together. She trusted that I trusted her and vice versa. Our first three experiences were together, but now Stephanie was emboldened in her sexuality and began to venture out on her own. Sometimes she would send photos. Sometimes she would bring them home and I would discreetly listen from another room. Once, while on a business trip, she opened a video chat and I watched her like she was a cam-girl performing a thousand miles away. Other times she only returned with stories. However, bursa escort after she was finished or when she returned home I would always lovingly reclaim her while she described the way a stranger seduced her.Her business trips, which she began to take more regularly, always included a new lover in a new town. While visiting a conference in Chicago she made a point to tease me throughout the week about a guy she had been flirting with. She had promised that if she did anything with him she would film it. One afternoon mid-week my phone pinged. The email read, “Skipped a morning session to unwind and de-stress with a new friend ;).” There was a video attached.As the video played it opened to a hotel bedroom, presumably hers. I couldn’t discern much of his features, but there was a strange man lying on his back in his underwear. Stephanie, wearing matching blue laced underwear and bra, stepped away from the computer and moved toward him. She crawled on top of him and straddled him. He sat up and they began to kiss. As his hands roamed her body he unclasped her bra. Her breasts spilled forward into his face. Her head tilted forward and she kissed his forehead. Her flowing brown hair covered his face while it was buried in her breasts. She pushed him away and huskily said, “Take off your underwear and lay face down.” The man obediently slid his underwear off and rolled onto his stomach. As he did this she got up and removed her underwear and then nestled back down on top of him. Stephanie grabbed what appeared to be a bottle of lotion or oil from the side table. She altıparmak escort rubbed some all over his body and hers. She began to systematically massage him. As I watched her deftly working her hands from his neck, down his back, to his legs I wondered how far she would go. While working on his hips she slid her hand under his thigh and for a brief moment looked towards the camera and smiled. “Roll over,” she commanded.As he did so his erection bounced upward toward her. Again she covered his body and hers in the oil. Meticulously she worked the oil into his body with her hands. As she got to his groin, she grasped his balls and lower shaft in one hand. With the other she slowly and lightly pulled upwards repeatedly. The man’s breathing began to increase. With the palm of her hand she began to rub the tip of his penis in circles. He moaned and attempted to sit up and kiss her.Stephanie pushed him back down. She leaned forward and began to rub her chest all over his body. She slid her body down until his cock was sandwiched in between her boobs. A few slow moments of using her tits to pleasure him went by before she took him into her mouth. Knowingly she brushed her hair to the opposite side so the camera, and I, could enjoy the full view of her giving this unknown man head. I watched and listened as she slurped this strange cock into her mouth. I wondered what he thought as he enjoyed another man’s wife sliding her tongue around his shaft. As she pulled herself back on top of him, Stephanie said, “Your cock is so much thicker than my husband’s.” Without skipping görükle escort a beat she gracefully began gliding her pussy over his cock. Briefly, she leaned backwards and pulled his bare cock into her. While on top of him and leaning back, her mouth opened and she let out a faint gasp. These were the moments of hotwifing I lived for. I watched as my wife rolled her hips back and forth with an unknown man at an unknown time. As she leaned forward the man sat up, pulled her hips down tight onto him, and sucked on her tits. They both began to moan faster until in unison they cried out and their movements began to slow. They embraced and kissed for a moment. As she got up and walked over to turn the camera off a dribble of his cum was still visible on her pussy.Her exploration and vitality fueled us both. My lust and passion for her grew ever brighter. My wife was a successful and professional person in her own right. Now she was unleashing an untapped side of her personal and sexual life that was undiscovered. Her adventures always ended in our bed and my arms, but the voyage was hers. My heart always raced when I would get a text that she was going to be late, but the stories never disappointed.Once after a different trip, Stephanie returned home to describe what I would have considered the apex of her sexual deviancy.During this particular trip, she kept mostly radio silent, except for normal day-to-day communication. When she returned, Stephanie came home and immediately threw herself around me. As she was passionately kissing me she began grabbing my cock. She begged me to follow her to the bedroom. Once we were completely naked lying in bed she grabbed my cock and asked, “Do you want to hear how slutty I’ve been?” “Of course, baby,” I answered. As she slowly wrapped her hand around me and flicked her wrists up and down along my erect cock she described how she accidentally fucked two guys.

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Kyle was between my legs as I read. I was half hard and he was enjoying a long visit with my cock before he left to visit his family for a few days. He wanted to be fucked as much as possible before he left on his trip. I knew part of it was that we would be separated for a few days, since he had said that. Another part was he was going to see his family for the first time with a Dom in his life. A Dom he considered a permanent boyfriend. He never called me his boyfriend out loud, but I knew that’s how he thought of me. His mind jumped between me being his boyfriend and Master. Kyle was smart enough not to bring up the “boyfriend” word when we discussed things, but he felt that way. I was definitely in control, and I recognized he had fallen in love with me.

Love is an interesting emotion. He thought he was in love shortly after we met, but it was the newness of his submission and my domination. And the sex. It’s easy to confuse sex with love. But true love had developed. He was bespotted. If I was being honest with myself, I was in love with him as well. I loved all my boys. Loved them, not only as my subs, but not in the romantic way I was feeling for Kyle. I had lain awake staring at the ceiling, or him, realizing my feelings for him went beyond what they did what they did for my other boys. I had struggled with that, but it was how my heart felt. It took me a bit to face it, but I did. He had fallen hard for me. I would be able to survive his loss, but it would be so hard. I would even fight to keep him. How did I let this happen? I couldn’t stop it.

Kyle had proven his love and devotion many times over. It had gone better for him then he might want to admit. Sharing me with Matty had been a watershed moment. He realized more than ever what I wanted was what mattered. He had been able to block out me having other boys until there was one with us. He had hit it off great with Matty. The two of them were texting and calling almost every day. I was gratified at that, I like my boys to get along, and I was looking forward to using them together again.

I needed to get back to my book, I had let my mind wander. Kyle was nuzzling my balls. Still enjoying his time, storing it up for his days away. I liked the attention, he was so absorbed in what he was doing, relishing every moment. I needed to let him go as long as possible. He needed it, he was nervous about being apart, so let him take the comfort.

I ended up letting him keep his face in my crotch for a couple hours. I did like the extended service. He would suckle on my cock, lick my balls. I know he would miss the non-sexual side of me as well, but he needed the scent and closeness. He had his time, and I wanted to get hard and fuck him. A gentle hand on his head pushing him back when he tried to come off my dick was all it took. Master wanted more, so Master would get more. He started to suck, and suck well. My pecker lengthened in his throat and that is an amazing feeling.

Kyle’s head bobbed up and down, his tongue moving around my shaft, his head twisting. His skills had been good when I first sampled them, and they had only gotten better with time. Most guys would have shot in minutes, but I had extensive experience with what he did on top of my ability to control myself. I put my legs over his back, trapping him, not that he would even try to get away.

I eased back, and Kyle kept himself deep. Knowing so much of me was inside him turned me on in addition to what he was doing. He was gently choking himself, I could feel a bit of his gag reflex. Not enough to force a cough or make him pull off, but enough to pulse around my cock. Another sensation, and one I appreciated. His throat was warm, wet over my dick.

I used my legs on his back to pull him closer to me in quick bursts. It was almost like fucking his mouth, but different as I didn’t have a lot of force, but it was there. The sounds he made came up to my ears, that wet sound of a mouth working a big cock. Music to my ears.

I put my hands in his hair, showing more control, feeling him. His earnestness never ceased to amaze me. He was totally focused on my cock and my pleasure. That’s his life’s mission anyway, so he was doing right. He’d primed me good. My junk had had his full attention for hours and I was ready to get off. I would not be holding off. I was ready. My dick was steel hard and needed to be in his ass.

I got my legs on the floor and stood up pulling him off. He tried to keep his mouth on me even then. Like I could fuck him and get sucked at the same time. I tossed him against the couch, a little roughly, almost like this Dom/sub thing was a game. He gave an “ummph” as he hit the cushions. I got behind him and his legs were already spread wide. I spit on my hand and lubed it a bit, my other hand running up and down his crack.

“Oh fuck me Master, take me like the bitch I am.” Kyle turned his head to see me, lust in his eyes.

“Master is going to fuck you. You’ve been teasing my prick mecidiyeköy escort for hours. Now you have to pay.” I growled at him.

“Make me pay. Make me pay for it Master.”

I lined my dick up at his hole, looking down and seeing my battering ram at his gate. That sounded corny in my head, but it’s what went through as I looked. I pushed in. It felt so good to feel his warmth accept and engulf my cock. I went in steady, feeling every inch get surrounded. The gradual entry was like sliding into a comfortable bed. Kyle gave out a sigh wiggling his ass a little. I got all the way in, my pelvis skin to skin. I had an urgency to fuck him, but I wanted a slow entry. Now that I was in, it was time to pound. I withdrew almost entirely, leaving my head in and slammed back in. I got a grunt from my slave, but he was used to my size and force by now.

I long-dicked Kyle over and over. His arms spread out over the cushions, his nails scraping as his fists formed and released in time with my thrusts and pulls. I sped up, my heat rising as I increased the friction. Kyle’s groans were more frequent as my urgency got more and more intense. It wasn’t long before I was going full throttle and Kyle was being shoved into the couch.

My dick felt amazing in him, it always did. He worked his ass to grip my dick, he groaned in appreciation. My fucking was always something he got totally into, I knew he loved it, loved being empaled on my cock. Kyle was wiggling as I ramped up my speed. It was time for me to cum. My hands grabbed his hips and pulled him back and forth to further the sensations we both felt with me impelling into him. I shot into his guts. It felt amazing, the release of orgasm.

I let out a half-roar half-sigh as my balls drained into him. I fell to the side, bringing him into my chest, holding him tight. I let my cock slip out of him, and he wiggled his ass into my crotch, still desiring me. “I don’t want to go.” Kyle snuggled into my arms.

“It’s your family, you need to go.” He was smitten with me still, and as much as I wanted him near me, I needed to make him go for his own good. I couldn’t have him drop the rest of his life for me. At some point, he would regret it if I took over every minute of his life. “I want a boy with a full life, friends and family. You will go, for the entire time boy, and enjoy it. Because I order you to.” He gave a look and I could tell he was considering bugging out early to return to me. I had to make him stay the whole time.

He pouted, but hid it by turning his face into my chest and nuzzle into it. Clever boy. I wrapped my arms around him, my arms mostly on his head and neck as he was so low on my body. He was inundated with my scent. I knew he wanted to find a way to stay with me, but I had issued my orders and he had to obey me now. I let him lay there surrounded by me for a while, before I shifted us so we could sleep.

Waking in the morning, I let him join me in the shower before I sent him home to dress and go to work. Kyle came home briefly to get his stuff and more importantly to see me. I kept him going, not letting him delay. I told him good-bye with a set to my eyes that brooked no discussion. He left looking despondent.

I slept alone that night, I wanted to be alone. Kyle was at his parent’s house connecting with his family and I wanted to be by myself. The following day, I had friends to see, errands to run, and kicking back to do. The evening started to darken the sky and I texted a sub to come and blow me. Dan was a fairly regular cocksucker of mine, like to give oral and not much else. Dan was married, and couldn’t make it out to get the dick he craved too often. He was enjoying himself, and I was as well, my legs wide and my head back. My phone rang. I ignored it. When I have a boy with me, I don’t distract myself. The ring ended and a second later started up again. The fourth ring in a row I looked over and saw it was Kyle. A flash of anger went through me, Kyle knew better than to call over and over again. He could leave a message, and I’d get to it. If I didn’t answer I had a boy and he knew I’d pay attention to who was with me. Kyle did know that. I’d ignored my phone when he was with me. If he was calling over and over, there was a problem, and that was the only way he could tell me.

“Something’s up. I need to take this.” Dan looked at me in confused understanding, giving a nod. I’d never interrupted time with him before, he knew there must be a good reason.

I slid to answer “Kyle, what’s…” I started, and stopped when I heard his sobbing. I instantly tensed. Dan grabbed my legs realizing something was wrong.

Between sobs, Kyle gasped. “They found me out, I can’t ever see them again.” It was like I could see the tears running down his face. I sat up, pulling my dick out of Dan’s mouth. Dan squatted back and looked at me quizzically.

“Take a deep breath boy. What happened?” I asked, concen undeniable in my voice.

I could istanbul escort hear him struggle on the intake, “We were talking at dinner. I said boyfriend . “They all stopped Don’t be mad I called you my boyfriend. Please, oh please.” More crying, the sound was as if he was leaning forward. You know how you can tell what a guy is doing by the sound? It was like this, he was vivid in my mind.

“Calling me that isn’t important. Did they kick you out because they discovered you are gay?” Kyle needed my attention. I made a face showing I needed to stay on the call. Dan grasped the gravity of the situation and reluctantly nodded. He knew I had to take care of this. I mouthed to him I’d make it up to him as he reached for his clothes to get dressed and leave. I hated seeing him leave as rarely as he got to do this, but there was nothing else for it.

“They all froze, the looks all accusing. My mom cried. She cried . My mother broke down in tears!” Kyle heaved.

“Damn, boy you had better not be driving fast. Listen, it will be OK. I know they love you.” He needed to get to me, but he couldn’t speed, that would only get him into an accident. I had to reassure him as best I could.

“They loved the straight me, they don’t want anything to do with the gay me.” Kyle was so troubled, and I needed to be there for him. My duty was to comfort him. I stayed talking to him for what was left of the hour drive from his parent’s place before he couldn’t talk anymore. Kyle had repeated himself several times, which I let him since he needed it. I leaned back on the sofa and covered my eyes with my hand as I listened. This was a mess. I had pressured him, ordered him to go. I don’t regret that, but I do regret it leading him to outing himself. He should have easily been able to have kept his private life private. It was a slip up, a single word that did this to him. I couldn’t have had him ignore his family, any more than I would take him from his friends. He had been avoiding going out with his friends in order to spend time with me. I had ordered him to go with them. I wanted him to have a full life. I texted Dan to tell him what happened. He deserved to know.

This was the tough part about being a Dom. Boys put their entire life in your hands, so when something like this happened, the Dom had to be the strength. I could let him cry in my arms, listen to him. Comfort him. I was strong enough for both of us.

What touched my heart was how he felt, how lost he was. Because he hurt, I hurt. Doms feel empathy for the sub. Even if the Dom is beating the sub or torturing him. A good Dom feels for the sub. Won’t stop what the Dom is doing, but the Dom has to know what the sub is feeling somehow. So the Dom knows how far to push, what to do. What to say to get into the sub’s head.

I would have to use my ability to get into his head to help pull him out of this. I heard the car park and him get out, him saying he was here and hanging up. I imagined I could hear his breath intake, the arm across his nose as he crossed to my place. I didn’t make him wait, I went to the door, opened it and started for him. Seeing me through his tears he started to run. Right into my arms, I held him there, right on the street. He sobbed into my chest.

“I can never go back, they will never speak to me again “. He held me tight, and I could feel him shaking. My heart reached out to him. I wrapped him in my arms, my head coming down over his, knowing that touch would mean something to him. I gave him a squeeze, knowing he would take comfort in it.

I half carried him into my apartment, pulling him to me on the sofa. He simply lay there, crying. I felt the tears soak through my shirt. I told him it would be alright, that I was there for him, he would always be with me. He finally fell asleep.

He slept fitfully, and I did as well. He woke up to see me looking into his eyes. “Good morning.” I said.

“Master, I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do.” Kyle’s lip quivered.

I squeezed. “Boy, I’m here for you. I didn’t take you just so you’d suck my dick, I took all the parts of you, good and bad. You have a problem, I’m there.”

“You’ll be my only Daddy now. My real one is gone.” A new tear formed in Kyle’s eye.

“I’ll be Daddy. I’ll be all you need.” My voice was calm, authoritative.

“Thank you.” Kyle held onto me, returning his face to my chest. I let him rest a few minutes.

“You need food. I’m going to make breakfast.” I pulled him to the side with me and escorted him to the kitchen where I put him on a stool while I got to making omelettes. I put bread in the toaster so he would have something quick.

Kyle held himself and watched me with hollow eyes. I knew he would take time to recover, and being with me would be the best thing for him. I wouldn’t judge, I’d be his strength. He would be comforted and realize I would fill the void left in his life. It was my job as his Dom, and I wanted to be in his life. There was şişli escort the temptation to take it over entirely, but I wouldn’t allow that. Yes, I would have to be a bigger part than I had planned, but it was due to his changed circumstances, not me forcing my way in. If it was going to happen, it was better this way.

I buttered some toast and when I put it in front of him, I put my fingers on his cheek, ran them under his chin, guided him forward and lightly kissed him on the lips. New tears welled up in him.

He did need food in him. There was a slight increase in his mood when he finished. We returned to the couch to hold each other. I put on a string of comedies to distract him. He lay on my chest silently for most of the time. Hours passed. I got up to hit the head, and passed the window I could see Kyle’s apartment through. Someone was sitting on his stoop. The posture said the guy had been there a while and wasn’t going anywhere. I needed to handle this.

I headed to Kyle and squatted down next to him. “Stay here. I need to take care of something.” I kissed him on the forehead.

“What is it?” He looked up at me, not wanting me to go.

“Nothing for you to worry about. Stay here.” I tousled his hair. and went out the door, blowing him a kiss as I closed it. I approached his place, the guy looked over at me. “You looking for Kyle?”

“Yeah, I’m his brother. He’s not answering his phone.” From the descriptions, I knew this was Mick. I was reading his concern for his brother in his voice.

“Doubt he will be here for a bit. I can tell him you came by.” As earnest as he was, I did want to punch him for hurting my boy.

Mick’s eyes dawned with realization. “Wait, are you the boyfriend? Is he with you? Please take me to him. Please.”

“Yeah, I’m the boyfriend. Kyle’s a mess right now. Leave him be a while.”

“Look bud, I don’t even know your name, but that doesn’t matter. Please let me see him. We’re all worried. He got it wrong. We’re not mad, we were all surprised. It took us off guard. Please, take me to my brother.” I drew up in a bit of shock. If Kyle had taken shock for disapproval, it would explain what happened. Mick was totally sincere, so perhaps things were not as bad as they seemed.

“Shock? He’s been crying all night. He doesn’t think he’ll ever see his family again.”

“Yeah, we figured. He dropped that bomb and we all sort of froze. Takes a bit to process, ya know? Not expecting it. He ran out. We thought he’d be back when he calmed down. It was obvious it wasn’t what he meant to do, but he didn’t come back. We texted and called, nothing. I decided he came home so I drove out here.” Mick ran his fingers through his hair. “It was the surprise, ya know? Took us a minute.” Mick looked at me dead in the eyes. “He’s my brother. I love him. Might take me a bit to wrap my head around him being gay and all. But he’s still my brother.”

“How are you parents taking it?” Parents can be funny when you come out as gay.

“They’ll struggle some getting there, but they will. Mom and Dad are great. They are starting to get grandchildren now, and talk about that. None from Kyle now.” Mick looked at me realizing he had screwed up. “Er, at least not the normal way.”

I looked stern for a moment, but couldn’t torment him longer. “Don’t look at me. I’m not ready to marry him.” I gave him an impish smile. “Follow me. Let me go in first. Talk to him. Get you in to see him.”

“Thanks bud. Say, what’s your name? I’m Mick.” He offered his hand.

“Max.” We shook. “I do care for your brother. A lot.”

“If you let him cry on your shoulder all night you must.”

At my stoop I held up a hand. “Stay here a minute. Let me talk to him.”

“Yeah.”

I entered. Kyle looked up at me, questioningly.

I went to him, squatting down. I kissed his forehead. “Baby, your bother Mick is here. He’s worried about you.”

So many emotions played across his face; hope, horror, disbelief. “No, I can’t do it. He hates me now.”

“No he doesn’t. He’s worried about you. They all are. Mick says they were shocked, and you ran out before they could get their feet back under themselves.”

“I saw how they looked at me.” Kyle had hope and grief in his eyes. But that glimmer of hope was there.

“You trust me, don’t you boy? You know I’ll take care of you.”

“I do, I’m safe with you.”

“You are. I’ll protect you. I want you to talk to Mick. I’ll be here and I will hold you.”

“Oh, Master.” He reached out and hugged me. I returned his hug tight. I knew he was so desperate for my comfort. I pulled him up to a sitting position, arms and bodys still entwinted.

“Mick, come on in!” I shouted at the door. Kyle looked up at me and drew even closer.

The door opened and Mick appeared around it, concerned etched deep on his face. “Kyle, we’ve been so worried about you.” Mick came forward and squatted down in front of Kyle, who held onto me for dear life. “We love you, we all love you. You surprised us, that’s all. Only surprise. We would never want you out of our lives, you tell us you have a boyfriend, it’s that none of us expected it, so we all needed a little time, that’s all, just a little time.”

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Note: All sexually involved characters in this story are Eighteen years of age or older. There is a young, gay boy, 15 year old Fernando, whose father has kicked him out (which happens way too often in real life) and CPS (Child Protective Services) have placed him with foster parents, a married straight couple. There is no direct, or implied, sexual activity between Fernando and any other character in this story.

In Part 34

Liz asks a BIG favor of Fernando

The Rainbow Alliance’s March meeting

DJ and Jamie visit Granny at the hospital

* * * * * *

DJ Part 34

At 7:00 AM on Monday morning, March 5th, Maria is preparing breakfast for her family. Antonio is at the table, sipping his first cup of coffee. About 7:20 he went into Fernie’s room to arouse him, and he came to the table about 7:30, dressed for school. Fernie had already packed his gym bag, as he had both Gym and softball practice today.

Antonio asked, “Isn’t this the day you need to pay for your uniform?”

“Yeah, it is, I almost forgot,” Fernie replied. Antonio handed Fernie $50. “Thanks, Dad, but it’s only $45.”

“Don’t you need some lunch money?” Antonio asked.

Fernie, smiling, “Yes, I’m about out, Thanks, Dad, Oh, I have practice today so I won’t be in till around 6:00.”

A couple minutes after 8:00 Fernie grabbed his backpack and gym bag and headed out the door to meet Liz at the stop. The bus gobbled them up at 8:10, and he and Liz shared their common seat.

“Fernie,” Liz asked, “do you know Ronnie Price?”

“I don’t know,” Fernie replied, “the only Price I know is a pitcher on the softball team, but I don’t know his first name. Is he tall and slender, about 6′ and wears a dark brown flat top with longish hair on his neck?”

“That sounds about right,” Liz said, “I was hoping you could try to get a little information from him.”

“Maybe, what do you want to know?” Fernie asked.

“This is kinda awkward,” Liz admitted, “I want to know if he has a girlfriend, or if he is available?”

“Why?” Fernie asked.

Liz, giggling a little, “Because I think he’s a dream, and I’d love to have him date me.”

“Oh, so you want me to play cupid, huh?” Fernie said, grinning, “I’ll see what I can do, maybe I can catch up with him in the locker room after practice today.”

“Thanks, Fernie,” Liz said, “you’re a real friend.”

Sixth period rolled around and Fernando and most of the other high school boys headed to the boys locker room to change for gym class. At 2:55 Coach announced that it was shower time, and they all headed to the boys locker/shower room and started to strip. Fernie tried to inconspicuously check out the other boy’s packages to see if any other boys were uncut. He did notice that about 3 others in his gym class were uncut, and started to feel less obvious.

Several of the boys, including himself, showered, dried and put on their practice gear for softball. Fernie sat on a bench to put on his socks and shoes, and Price sat next to him. Here goes!

“Is your first name Ronnie?” Fernie asked.

“It’s Ronald, actually,” Price said, “but some call me Ron or Ronnie, and what is your first name?”

“Fernando,” Fernie said, “but some call me Fernie.”

“Fernie Gomez,” Price said, extending his hand, “Ron Price.” The two shook hands. “Somehow, I think complete first names are—I don’t know—too proper. Ronald is too proper, Ronnie is what I was called as a kid, and Ron is what I prefer now. I think Fernie sounds much better than Fernando. Coach says he’s training you to be my backup pitcher, so we’re gonna be working a lot together, welcome aboard!”

“Ron,” Fernie asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“I did have,” Ron replied, “but we broke up about two, no, three weeks ago, why?”

“There is a girl that’s a close friend of mine, and she wants to know if you’re available, and she asked me to try and find out. Ron, she told me she’d love to have you date her.”

“Fernie, I’m interested, but we need to get out to practice right now, we’ll talk later.” Ron and Fernie headed out to the diamond.

* * * * * *

About 7:30 AM DJ, Jamie and Bryan were having breakfast, planning on leaving for campus about 8:15. DJ and Jamie have their first class at 9:00 AM, Bryan’s first isn’t until 10:00.

“Hey guys,” Bryan commented, “we have a club meeting today at 5:00 PM, I made sure I wasn’t scheduled to work tonight, but we won’t be back home until probably around 6:30.”

“Bryan,” DJ stated, “I think we should drive separately today, then Jamie can ride back from the meeting with you. I’m just not prepared to attend the meeting today, and you guys can kinda give the club members a little heads-up, about my Granny’s condition.”

“No way, Baby!” Jamie exclaimed, “Bryan, please inform the members of our situation, but I’m not leaving DJ’s side until we’re over this crises. We’re both canceling the meeting today.”

“DJ,” Karen commented, “maybe you should consider going to the meeting bursa escort today, it might get your mind off Granny for a little while.”

“I can’t Mom,” DJ said, shaking his head, “I’m just not up to it!”

“Mom,” Jamie stated, “DJ and I are going up to visit Granny tomorrow, and Randy told DJ yesterday that he would find a way to cover his shift, even if he has to give up his day off and cover it himself.”

“That’s quite considerate, on Randy’s part,” Karen said, “and it shows that Randy has a lot of empathy for you, DJ.”

“Since I’m driving separately today,” Bryan said, “I don’t need to leave until about 9:30. I’m going to wake Phil up now. With his work schedule, most of the time we spend together is sleep time, and I don’t think Phil is up to date on Granny’s condition.”

DJ and Jamie kissed Karen goodbye, and headed off to campus, and Bryan went to his room to wake Phil. Phil pulled on his boxers, and joined Karen and Bryan at the table, sipping his coffee. Bryan and Karen explained Granny’s condition to Phil.

“Oh my God!” Phil exclaimed, “Just in the couple of weeks that I was close to her, I grew to love her a lot, she is such a sweet old lady. I feel a lot of compassion for DJ and Jamie, I know they are both very attached to Granny, and I hope and pray that Granny pulls through.”

“Baby,” Bryan said, with tears escaping his eyes, “Jamie and DJ are going to visit her tomorrow, I hope it’s not the last time they see her.”

It was about 9:30, Bryan gave Karen a kiss on her cheek, and shared a romantic kiss and hug with his boyfriend, and left for campus.

* * * * * *

At lunchtime, Fernie broke the $50 bill that his Dad had given him that morning when he paid for his lunch, and then went to the Coach’s office and gave Coach the $45 for his uniform.

The softball team had a good practice session today. Fernie and Ron shared the pitching, both on the ‘B’ team, and Fernie even caused one of the ‘A’ team player’s to strike out. The team all returned to the locker room to change and prepare to catch the activity bus to go home. Ron elected to share the seat on the bus with Fernie.

“Fernie,” Ron asked, “who is this girl that has an interest in me, what’s her name?”

“Liz Martin,” Fernie replied, “do you know her?”

“I don’t really know her,” Ron said, “but I know of her, she is one of the basketball cheerleaders, and she is kinda pretty, can you give me her number?”

“I could, but I won’t,” Fernie replied, “not without asking her permission, I’ll get in touch with her tonight, or in the morning, and if she says it’s OK, I’ll give it to you tomorrow.”

“Fair enough,” Ron replied, smiling, “I definitely would date her.”

The bus dropped Ron off at his house, before arriving at the street where Fernie lived. Ron has come off to Fernie as a pretty nice dude and Fernie likes him, as both a teammate and a potential friend. He is about 110% certain that Ron is straight, and Ron is also a senior. Monday is the only day that Fernie goes home, as the pizzeria is closed.

* * * * * *

Jamie and DJ, after their 11:00 AM software class ended, headed to our house, as they normally do on Mondays, arriving shortly after 11:30. They had picked up a sub at WAWA to share, and sat at the table. Joe and I were still wearing Mother Nature’s pajamas, and had just finished breakfast, more likely, brunch.

“Are you boys still planning to go to the hospital tomorrow?” Joe asked.

“Yeah,” Jamie replied, “we’ll probably leave around 9:00 or 10:00, after we have breakfast, we want to spend as much time with Granny as the hospital will allow.”

“I know it’s asking a lot DJ,” Joe said, “but try not to let Mom see you crying, she adores your patented smile, try to wear it when you see her, it might just help her to recover.”

“Dad,” DJ replied, “I’m just so scared that I’m going to lose my Granny, but I’ll do my best to give her that smile.” DJ smiled, weakly.

After the boys finished the sub, they grabbed their backpacks and headed to their room to do their homework, closing the door behind them. Joe was pleased that they closed the door.

“Doug,” Joe stated, “in view of the probability of Mom’s passing, we need to consider how we’re going to handle it.”

“Joe,” I said, “would you want to ship her remains back to California, or her ashes, if we had her cremated?”

“That’s not a viable option,” Joe replied, “considering the only family that she has that gives a damn is here. Have you considered that maybe we should get a cemetery lot here, with 3 spaces, one for each of us and one for Mom. It would take quite a load off from DJ, when one of us passes on, and if she is buried here, I feel that DJ would want to visit her grave frequently.”

“Joe,” I suggested, “neither of us are scheduled to work until 3:00 tomorrow, while the boys are gone to the city, we could check out the cemetery here, and gather some options to weigh.”

“That sounds like a workable plan,” Joe replied, görükle escort “and we are both working today at 3:00, so we probably should start getting ready. I’ve informed the Captain about Mom’s condition so he is prepared to give me some bereavement time, and I also shared that information with Mike on Sunday.”

“I’m betting,” I said, “that the boys have not even thought about having any sex, since Mom had her attack.”

Joe, grinning, “I wouldn’t bet on that, Doug, I think that’s a given! Sex has not been at the forefront of our minds either.”

* * * * * *

Shortly before 5:00 PM the Rainbow Alliance members were gathering in the Student Lounge for their March meeting. Bryan asked Sandy to please give him a few minutes to tell the members of DJ and Jamie’s situation, with DJ’s Granny in the hospital.

Sandy called the meeting to order, and gave Bryan a few minutes to share DJ’s pain with the group. They reopened old business, with the discussion of having a picnic. One of the members was to reserve the large pavilion at the park for Saturday, April 7th, 14th. Or 21st, depending on what date might be available. All the members were to bring a $5 donation to their April meeting, on Apr 2nd to pay for food. The money would be turned over to Jamal and Rusty, and they would order it from the Deli at the supermarket and bring it to the park about noon on the day of the picnic.

Sandy spoke, “I’d like to offer my thoughts, before we adjourn this meeting. As a club, we formed it to be a support center for the LGBT community here on campus. DJ and Jamie are currently experiencing a very dark period in their lives, and even though it is not an LGBT issue, we still need to lend our support to our much loved brothers.”

The meeting was adjourned, and the members started to disperse. On the way out to the parking lot, Rusty and Jamal confronted Bryan.

“Bryan,” Jamal asked, “do you have Rusty’s and my phone numbers?”

“No, I never figured I needed them,” Bryan answered.

“You might not, but then you might,” Jamal said, “Open your contacts and give me your phone, and I’ll add them.” Bryan did as Jamal asked. “We’re very sorry to hear about DJ’s Granny, and we hope for the best. Rusty and I consider DJ and Jamie to be two of our best and closest friends. If there is anything, and I mean ANYTHING, that we can do to help them, please don’t hesitate to let us know. You have our numbers, please pass them on to DJ and Jamie, along with our offer to help them, if we are needed.”

“I will do that, Jamal,” Bryan said, “DJ and Jamie are going to the hospital tomorrow to visit Granny, and I just have this terrible feeling that it will be the last time they see her, alive. If she doesn’t make it, I think DJ will fall apart, he and Granny have such a close and special relationship! Thank you, Jamal.”

“Bryan,” Jamal said, “I sincerely hope that your feeling is false, but please keep us posted, we really do care.” Jamal and Rusty both gave Bryan a hug, and they all headed to their cars. Bryan was returning to the Seldon home, and, being a Monday, DJ and Jamie would be spending the night at our house.

* * * * * *

It was just about 6:00 PM when Fernando exited the activity bus and walked toward the house, smelling a pleasant aroma. He headed to the back yard and found Antonio grilling chicken on the gas grill.

“Hi, Dad,” Fernando said, “the smell coming from this back yard is enough to make anyone hungry!”

Antonio, smiling, “Maria was planning to fry chicken for dinner tonight, but it was such a nice, warm day that we decided to grill it instead. It’s warm enough that we can actually eat at the picnic table.”

“I think you know,” Fernie said, “I like chicken cooked most any way.” He walked in the back door, stopping by the washer, and dropped his towel, sweats and gym wear into the hamper, then carried his empty gym bag and his backpack to his room. He then returned to the kitchen, where Maria was preparing the rest of dinner.

Fernie, giving Maria a hug and kiss, “I used to hate coming home from school, but now I look forward to coming home, to people that make me feel welcome and wanted.”

“Sweetheart,” Maria responded, “we want you to feel welcome, wanted and loved, honey, would you take those plates and silverware out to the picnic bench for me? Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Sure, Mom,” Fernie replied, smiling, picking up the plates and flatware. He then returned and took out the condiments, then came back and got the bowl of potato salad.

A few minutes later, Maria handed Fernie a platter to take out to Antonio for the chicken.

Fernando, about the time they were finished with dinner, “Mom, Dad, do you think that one of these Monday evenings we could have a cookout, and invite the Martin’s to share dinner with us?”

Antonio, looking at Maria, “I think that a great idea, Fernie, you and Liz are almost inseparable, and it would give her parents and Maria and I a chance to get to know bursa escort bayan each other better. We’d need to plan ahead to have enough food to feed six instead of three.” Maria nodded in approval and Fernie grinned, ear to ear.

While Maria put away the leftovers and cleaned up the dishes, Fernie headed to his room and tackled his homework. About 9:00 the three of them enjoyed hot cocoa, and Fernie headed to bed. Before climbing in, he put his phone on the charger and set it on the bedside table. Fernie had only been in bed for about 10 minutes when his phone rang, and it was Liz.

“Hi, Liz,” Fernie answered, “what’s up?”

“I was hoping to catch you before you went to bed,” Liz said.

“Well, I just went to bed, but I’m not asleep yet,” Fernie said.

“I just was wondering if you had a chance to talk to Ronnie today?”

“I did,” Fernie said, “and I might have some good news for you.”

“Really?” Liz replied, “what did he tell you?”

“He said he broke up with his girl about three weeks ago, and he would like to date you. He asked me for your phone number, and I told him I would not give it to him without your permission.”

“Oh, thank you Fernie, can you call him and give him my number?”

“No,” Fernie said, “I don’t have his number, but I can give your number to him tomorrow at school. I probably should tell you, he doesn’t like to be called ‘Ronnie’, he prefers to be called just ‘Ron.'”

“Thank you so much, Fernie. I hope he calls me for a date, and if he does, you’ll be the first to know! Sleep tight, and I’ll see you in the morning.” They both hung up, and Fernie fell asleep soon after.

* * * * * *

On Tuesday morning, March 6th, the alarm sounded waking Joe and me up at 7:30 AM. We wandered into the kitchen and I started a full pot of coffee to brew. We were both aware that DJ and Jamie wanted to leave by 9:30 or 10:00 to go visit Mom in the hospital, and Joe and I had some business to take care of while the boys were gone.

Joe and I drank our first cups of coffee, and I put on the apron to start preparing some breakfast, while Joe entered the boy’s bedroom to wake them up. The boys joined us a few minutes later. There was little conversation that morning, but we did share a descent breakfast of sausage, eggs and hashed brown potatoes.

“What time are you guys planning to be home?” Joe asked.

“Not sure,” DJ replied, “but we’ll probably head back when they kick us out of the CICU (Coronary Intensive Care Unit), I really need to be at work by at least 4:00 or 5:00 today.”

“Guys, don’t forget to put on your smiles when you visit Granny.”

The boys left for the city about 8:45 AM and Joe and I left to check out cemetery plots a few minutes later.

* * * * * *

DJ and Jamie reached the hospital about 10:15, parked the Tracker and headed in through the main entrance. Taking the elevator to the second floor, they were soon inside the CICU. They registered at the nurse’s station that they were there to visit Agatha Reynolds, and asked if there were any changes in her condition.

The nurse, looking down, “I’m sorry I don’t have better news, she is growing weaker by the hour. What relationship are you two, to her?”

“Her grandson’s” DJ and Jamie stated, in unison.

The nurse, looking at their names on the registration, and at them, “You don’t look like brothers, did you have different mothers?”

“It’s a bit complicated,” Jamie said, “DJ is a Kendall because he was legally adopted by Doug Kendall, and then Doug married Granny’s son, Joseph Reynolds, so Joe became his step-dad. So Granny became DJ’s grandmother by adoption and marriage. DJ and I have been in a relationship for about a year, and Granny has adopted me as her grandson also. She has been a loving grandmother to both of us, and we both have unlimited love for her.”

“I see,” said the nurse, “I guess you can go in and see her, but please don’t do or say anything that might cause her to get excited, she is stable, but excitement could cause her to have a relapse.” DJ and Jamie entered her room, both putting on their best smiles.

Granny, smiling, “I was so hoping you boys would come today, come over here and give me a kiss!” Both DJ and Jamie bent over the bed and gave Granny a kiss on her lips.

DJ was hating all the tubes and wires connected to his Granny’s body, and was constantly glancing at that stupid monitor, the one that has the beam of light running across the bottom of the screen, that spikes and beeps with Granny’s every heartbeat.

“DJ, Jamie,” Granny said, “come over here and sit your butts on the bed with me, I want to be close to you, while I explain something.”

Both boys sat on Granny’s bed, and she placed a hand on each of their wrists.

“For the last Thirty years, it was my dream and hope to see my son marry the love of his life. God allowed me to live long enough to witness that, back in January, when Doug and Joe tied the knot. I was really hoping to hang on long enough to witness you two to marry one of these days also, but He isn’t going to give me the time, He is coming very soon to take me home. I will not be here in the body, to see you get married, but I will be watching, from up there, and you know I will be smiling.”

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So I’ll start by saying at the beginning of this, I was a gay virgin. I had multiple fantasies, looked at porn, and grew to enjoy seeing my bubble butt in my ex girlfriends panties. She left a drawer full and with my stocky frame, my ass stuck out and was nice and round from squatting all day at work.

After a long shift, a coworker who knew about my dark side suggested I go onto a popular gay dating app and let into my submissive side. I laughed it off. It was late and I was tired. It was on my mind on the drive home, I admit. It was also on my mind in the shower as I ran my hands over my naked, soapy body dreaming they were another mans who snuck in and decided he wanted me just as much as I wanted it. I found myself fingering my asshole and softly moaning.

I forced myself to stop and dried off slowly, reconsidering my coworkers offer. I slipped into some panties, a pale blue that crescented my ass checks perfectly, and a white tee shirt. Sitting at my desk I downloaded the notorious app and created a profile. My picture was the side of my face, and in the background, my ass face up on the bed, in satin black panties. I titled it looking for now and waited. I got a few dick pics and a few offers for sugar daddies and I had to admit I was more turned off than on. I was just about to give up when I got a message from TigerBoiTop and a barrel chested man stood in his pictures frame, ebony colored. my type.

TigerBoiTop: Hey there, nice profile pic…lol

Me: Thanks!! 😉 yours is nice too…

TigerBoiTop: *sends biggest black cock I’ve ever seen*

Me: oh my god. my jaw dropped…it looks yummy…

Me: *Sends bursa escort multiple pictures of myself in various positions with my ass protruding towards the camera. My best is a set of Harley Quinn short shorts*

TigerboiTop: Ever had a rim job?

Me: no. sounds fun, you offering?

TigerboiTop: *sends location*

At this point, my breath is labored from tension, lust, desire, and the weight of the next devious I’m about to make. My keys are already in my hands, and I’ve slipped into those Harley Quinn shorts. Without thinking I leave and head into my parking lot. With a few glances from passing strangers and a wink from me, I climb into my car and punch the strangers address into my navigation. The dark roads give me time to realize my next hour or so. I don’t know this mans name but Im about to suck his cock and whatever else he wants to do…Im his. I could turn around at any second but I don’t. Im going to do this.

I arrive at his house, a dark apartment, with ease and park quietly. Nobody is awake by the time Ive arrived and my attire isn’t so surprising. I knock a few times on his door and text him Ive arrived. The man I’ve been desiring answers with a crack and looks me up and down. Opening wider now he smiles and offers me in. I take a few steps in, letting my hips sway and look down. I don’t want to know his place, I want to see his bedroom. I think he picked up on this and he leads me up to his bedroom, a small room with a desk and a king sized bed. Some laundry is on the floor but whatever my rooms dirty too.

We sit down together on my bed and he rests his hand on my upper thigh. Ive never been görükle escort seduced before and I must admit its intoxicating.

“You look so sexy…” He offered before his lips found my neck. I giggled and pressed my face into his.

“Can I have some water?”

He stopped and looked at me, almost surprised. But he left and returned with water and I drank it in one pull, lubricating my throat. I thanked him and then slowly walked to him, draping my arms up and around his neck and then turning and pressing my ass into his cock. God I could feel it through his basketball shorts. He removed his shirt and then ran his hands over my chest and pulled my shirt up over my head as well.

Disappearing under the shirt I took advantage and got to my knees and grabbed his cock through his pants. He gasped and looked down and without thinking I pulled the rim of his pants down and pulled his black cock out and met it face first. We stared at one another for a moment, it daring me to try it. I gave in and pressed my face into the side of it, kissing and sucking each inch of meat he had to offer. I found my way to the head and suckled and licked, my eyes found his and my head lowered as much as I could. I did what I had seen in pornos and bobbed. I pulled myself off and used my hands to twist and pump as I spit the mixture, lubricating his cock even more. I pushed his monster up to his stomach and licked from his balls up to his head and then back to his balls. I let one pop into my mouth and I moaned into it. He grabbed the back of my head and continued to jack himself off.

I don’t know how it happened, it must have been kind bursa escort bayan of a minute black out, but I was on his bed face first in a pillow the next minute, I could feel my shorts down around my thighs and my panties where tight to one side. The most wonderful sensation was emanating from my asshole and I realized his tongue was fiercely digging into it. A loud slap against my ass confirmed and I moaned, turning to look back at him. “Fuck…youre eating it…reall good…dadd…yy…” He moaned and kept eating, squeezing my fat cheeks into his firm hands, I enjoyed watching my skin in-between his fingers. He stood and without a notice, he plunged his cock into my virgin asshole.

I shouted and grabbed the wall in front of me.

“Holy FUCK!”

He laughed and grabbed both of my ass cheeks like they were a steering wheel and pulled me back onto it. I swear I felt it in my stomach. My eyes glossed over, my mouth went limp, and I was suddenly a slave to this mans cock. I felt myself gripping into the blanket and pushing back into him. “Yes! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK THAT ASS!” his hips slapped into my ass repeatedly and the sound echoed off his walls, god I wished his neighbors heard.

“im gonna…”

I kept bouncing back and forth, I wasn’t even sure if he was moving anymore, I needed this length.

“FILL ME, FUCK FUCK FUCK I NEED THIS IN MY ASS, MY FAT FUCKING ASS”

I felt another strange sensation fill my asshole, Tigerboi cried out and grabbed my shoulders tightly. I screamed in ecstasy as his cum overflowed out of my asshole around his cock. We both said fuck at at the same time.

I turned and he pulled me off the bed, I wrapped my legs around his hips and he stood, and we stood there making out for a few minutes before he let me dress and walked me to my car. I never saw him again, but I look at the app every now and again and update my picture just in case…

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Chapter 9.

In which our hero discovers new grazing ground.

We fast forward in our diary to reveal to our readers that our city fathers in Col**** have seen fit to order the closure of both the movie theater and the video shop under the guise of protecting the citizenry from a public nuisance. A public nuisance in the eyes of these esteemed gentlemen, being anything of which they either disapprove, or can be persuaded to disapprove through the facilitation of political pressure. We love the conservative right wing.

And so it is that we find ourselves several months later in Cin***, a city some modest drive away, whose city fathers are to date unenlightened to the dangers of the civil liberties of a free people. I enter the movie theater and find that one is presented with a choice. There is the doorway leading to the video booth area, and the entrance fee into the full movie theater of scheduled porn films. It looks like nirvana to the cock sucking/porn film lover, both of which I am an ardent fan. As it has been some time since I have had the pleasure of an afternoon of cock sucking or cock playing, I am in a dilemma as to which doorway to choose first. I finally elect to visit the video booth area first. Perhaps I can enjoy a cock or two first and then spend some pleasurable hours watching porn films and quality time with my cock.

I find the video booths are of the same style as described in previous chapters, doors with no gloryholes. I wander the hall for a few minutes, finding a couple of the booths in use. There is a very attractive fellow engaged in the usual anonymous male practice of pretending to closely examine the porn film playlist. I walk by him with a small discreet brush and enter a room, leaving the door open. As I expect, he immediately joins me. My companion is my size and perhaps a few years older. He is attractive with an athletic build, much more robust than my skeletal bicycle racer physique. He quickly displays a lovely specimen of slightly above average length and well above average girth. His cock is of my favorite rolling pin shape, perfectly round and straight with a blunt head. I gaze longingly at the lovely organ and immediately sink to my knees. It has been some time since I have enjoyed a cock and this one is spectacularly delicious.

I waste no time in engulfing his organ in my mouth, reveling in the taste of him and the fullness of his cock in my mouth. Such is my state of arousal that I have not bothered for the moment in having him drop his slacks. I begin enthusiastically sucking on his splendid organ, sliding my lips up and down on his glorious shaft. And then I hear a knock on the door. In a moment the door is opened by my companion, and another fellow quickly joins us. I am still on my knees with companion one’s cock in my mouth. As I withdraw from his cock, I am presented with the exposed and erect cock of companion two. The two are clearly acquainted and have planned this as a strategy. The second cock is fully erect, of average size and girth with a pronounced right and up bend to the shaft. I waste no time in taking his offered cock in my mouth. He is rigidly hard. As I suck on the offered cock, I reflect on the infinite variety of the male organ. The first, I will refer to as A, is large and full but not rigidly hard. The second cock, B, is smaller but rock hard. They both taste delicious. A and B spend the next minutes guiding my mouth from one cock to the other. Both are clearly aroused but seem in full control so I am free to suckle at will without fear of a premature ejaculation. I am in heaven, mouthing first one, and then the other, A and B watching as each cock in turn is serviced by my mouth.

And then I am drawn to my feet and A suggests that we could go to his place and asks if I would be interested. I ask if that means all three of us to which B answers in the affirmative. I agree and the three of us depart. I follow them and we soon arrive at an upscale condo complex where the three of us enter a home that has all the appearance of the dwelling of a married couple. A trip to the bathroom reveals further confirmation that this is the home of a man and a woman, I assume including one of my companions. I ask if the three of us will be alone here and A answers that we will. We waste little time in resuming our male sex interests, all three of us entering a bedroom with a large bed and discarding our clothes. My companions, A and B, are both attractive men of 30ish age with splendid athletic builds. Both are aroused and the sight of these beautiful bodies with splendid full cocks jutting out is enough to have me aroused as well. The room is attractively configured with a closet the full length of one wall whose doors are mirrors. Thus the entire room and specifically the bed are captured in the mirror.

My companions could have received blowjobs from me in the video booth. Since we are here, I assume that something more involved is on the agenda. We are not long in explorations bursa escort as after some preliminary mutual kissing and hugging, we quickly turn to the bed where I have the opportunity to return to sucking on both of the splendid cocks. Again my companions take turns, A watching me cock suck B and then B watching me cock suck A. We do many positions, one of them lying on his back, me on my back with them kneeling on either side of my head, and then kneeling over me fucking a cock into my mouth. Finally I have them kneeling on the bed next to each other and I have both their cocks, mouthing both heads in my mouth at the same time, and alternating rapidly switching between the two cocks. We change so often that there is little chance of a premature conclusion, and in any case we each of us seem to be of the same mind, to lick and tease but for the purpose of arousal and pleasure, not to bring to a conclusion. To that end there is much ball licking, cock teasing, and finger caressing, but not a great deal of serious sucking. But I note that And B do not touch each other’s cocks and I speculate about their relationship as I enjoy both of them.

Eventually I find myself on my belly lying between A’s legs, having a wonderful time with his marvelous cock. B is behind me having an apparently wonderful time caressing, licking, and fondling my ass cheeks. My legs are parted and my erect cock receives the occasional caress and lick. I soon become aware of B’s more ardent interest in my ass as he spreads my cheeks and begins licking in the crack of my ass. Of course this is exquisitely pleasurable and I am enjoying this fully while all the time I have A’s wonderful cock in front of me to enjoy. I alternate caressing the gorgeous shaft with my face, holding it up in place with my fingers as I rub my face on the shaft. I rub the cock all over my face, exulting in the marvelous warm texture of the skin of his cock on my face. Occasionally I lick the bottom of the shaft, tease the sweet spot under the head, and take the head of his cock in my mouth for a brief suck. A provides the occasional caress of my head to reassure me that he is greatly enjoying all of this.

All the while B is between my legs with clearly increasing enjoyment of licking my rectum. His enthusiasm for my rectum grows as I feel his tongue probing. I arch my hips a bit to both assist his access and to signal my enjoyment. And it really is enjoyable. His tongue caresses over my hole, licking up and down, probing the entrance, and sucking. The sucking on my rectum hole is enthralling and each time he does this I am filled with the most exquisite pleasure. I almost unconsciously arch my hips back into his face. Eventually I am partially raised up on my knees thrusting my hips back into his face which he is pressing firmly against my rectum, licking, probing, and stabbing with his tongue, and that wonderful sucking on the rectum hole. With my belly lifted off of the bed, my cock is fully exposed, jutting out from my belly. I feel him wrap his hand around my shaft and the pleasure from this and his tongue pressing into my rectum send explosions of pleasure through my brain. I note that he is being very careful with his hand on my rigid cock. He applies the most delicate stroking caress, a small squeeze of the shaft, he let’s go and provides a gentle squeeze of my balls. And all the while continues with his relentless licking and sucking on my rectum hole. It is clear that his technique is to drive me to a high state of arousal and to maintain that state but not go further. I am in the hands of an expert and the pleasure is maddening.

What is also clear is that B’s efforts are a prelude to the next step which I have assumed all along is to fuck. I would not have left the video shop without having accepted this outcome so it is just a matter of time before B gets round to this. As noted, we are on display in the mirror and both A and B are spending a good deal of time watching the ballet in the mirror. I am having the most delightful time with A’s cock, kissing, licking and teasing with my tongue and for variety adding the occasional deep suck and very occasionally slipping the head of his cock into my throat. He clearly enjoys the latter as I hear blissful moans from him and receive some very gratifying throbbing in my throat before withdrawing. I manage to slide one of my hands under his balls and begin gently squeezing and rolling them in my fingers. The skin of his balls are like velvet. I suck one of his balls in my mouth and then alternate to the other before sliding my lips back over the head of his cock. I receive encouraging coaching from B who is enjoying the spectacle in the mirror. ‘Yes, that’s it, swallow his cock, suck on him, such a good cock sucker’, etc etc.

Eventually I feel a shift in the bed and I feel B’s cock sliding between my ass cheeks. He has his hands on my ass cheeks and is squeezing them together around his cock. He thrusts his hips and his cock fucks between my ass cheeks. I görükle escort release A’s cock from my mouth, turn and tell B to put on a condom as it is very clear what is going to happen next. He puts his knees on either side of mine and I feel the head of his cock on my rectum hole. His hands grip my hips firmly and I feel him push. The head of his cock slides in. A small pause, a downward push of his hands on my hips to gain leverage, and he slowly but forcefully slides into my rectum. I have had A’s cock in my mouth while B has been at this exercise. I squeeze firmly on the cock in my mouth while I emit a load moan. I feel his pelvis press up against my ass, his hands firmly holding my hips, and he is balls deep in my ass. The three of us are locked together; A’s engorged cock buried in my mouth and B’s rock hard shaft buried in my rectum. The two of them pause for a long moment and I see that they are both enjoying the spectacle in the mirror. I confess that I am as well. I rock my hips a bit against B’s pelvis and feel his cock inside of me, alive and throbbing, and rock hard. I moan in pleasure at both the visual and the reality of having both their cocks buried in me.

I rise up on my elbows and begin sucking on A’s cock in earnest, pressing my lips on the shaft. His cock is a work of art, beautifully shaped, perfectly round. I slide my lips up and down on the shaft. Meanwhile I feel B withdraw to the head of his cock, pause, and then slide back into my rectum. He has his hands on the top of my hips, pushing firmly down for leverage. He pulls almost out again and then immediately slides back in, his pelvis landing firmly against my ass. I continue sucking on A’s cock, lips pressing firmly, my head bobbing briskly up and down on it. I feel A’s hands on my head. He lifts my mouth off of his cock and holds me off, his engorged cock waving and bobbing in the air in front of me. I look up and he is alternating between looking at his cock and looking in the mirror. I look in the mirror and see B behind me. He withdraws to the head and I see the shaft of his cock. With his hands pressing down on my hips, he lunges forcefully back in. I grunt as he reaches bottom and we all hear the sound of his pelvis landing against my ass. He immediately pulls out again and with all three of us staring at the mirror, and at each other in the mirror, he lunges back in and begins a rapid and forceful fucking rhythm of his rock hard cock into my rectum. With each lunge into me, I am driven downward into the bed. My hips recoil only to be driven down again with his next lunge into me. We can all see my erect cock waving back and forth under me as he repeatedly thrusts into me again and again. The visual spectacle and the sounds are beyond arousing.

A, still holding my head in his hands, urges my mouth back on his erect organ. I capture the shaft in my mouth and resume energetic sucking, sliding my lips up and down on the shaft, licking and teasing the underside with my tongue. B is on his knees behind me doing a steady brisk fucking into my rectum. He is holding my hips firmly and we are doing a marvelous dance, his hands pulling my hips back so that my rectum slides over his cock, and his cock driving forward into me. We meet with a loud smack as my ass and his pelvis meet. He pulls his hips backward while simultaneous pushing my hips off of his cock. And then forcefully pulls my hips back again, ending with the cock driven arrow like back into my rectum and another loud smack of my ass driving into his pelvis. The sounds and the sensations are incredibly intoxicating. He seems to have relentless energy as the brisk fucking goes on and on. I reach between my legs to caress my cock. I grab it and begin pumping on it, but B pulls my hand away and begins driving himself into me with even more force. I am moaning while at the same time vigorously sucking on A’s cock. He repeatedly pulls my mouth off of him, his cock bobbing and weaving in front of me. I try to force my mouth back on the organ but he holds my head off. I conclude he is holding back his climax, allowing me to bring him to the edge but not over it. A holds my head there until he regains some control, and then brings my mouth back to his cock, all the while B fucking energetically into my rectum .

I hear B moaning with pleasure and his rhythm increases in pace. He obviously enjoys hard lunge fucking as that is exactly what he is doing, holding my hips and riding me on his rock hard cock. I feel his cock driving into my asshole, hard thrusting lunges. I look into the mirror and see his entire body working at it, the sinews in his arms, the muscles of his diaphragm, his legs muscles are shaking with the effort, his neck muscles are twisting. He is using his hands on my hips to ride my rectum on his organ, lunging forward and back on it. I see him open his mouth and hear moans of ecstasy from him. Both A and I are watching B in the mirror, A’s cock bobbing and weaving in the air, forgotten in the spectacle of B reaching bursa escort bayan the climax in my rectum that is obviously imminent. We both watch B in the mirror, his soaring ecstasy in full display, the pleasure spreading over his entire body awe inspiring to behold. I see him begin to spasm, his body jerking; his arms begin short frantic lunges of my hips, the final caressing embrace of the walls of my rectum on his cock. And then he bellows loudly, arches his back, forcefully drives his cock into my rectum and I feel his entire body shuddering as I feel him climax deep inside my body.

He holds me there, a death grip on my hips. I feel him shuddering against me; feel his cock thrusting deeply as he completes his climax. Both A and I watch with fascination, looking occasionally at each other and then back to the image of B in the mirror. I feel him slowly begin to relax, he leans forward laying on my back, his cock imbedded in my rectum and I squeezing on it. Each time I squeeze, B responds with a soft murmur of pleasure. Meanwhile A has withdrawn his cock from my mouth and is watching the two of us locked in the blissful post climax embrace. I look into the mirror at the image of B draped over my back his breathing evident in the slow and steady rise and fall against me, his pelvis pressed tightly against my ass cheeks.

A long post climax repose ensues, thrilling to all three of us. Eventually B rises and pulls away from me, his deflated cock withdrawing from my rectum. He lay down on the bed next to me with an audible gasp and I am struck yet again at the great cost in energy the male climax demands. I feel A’s hand on my hips and I turn to look at him. He is urging me on my back and it does not take much imagination to realize his interest and intent. I look down at his cock and he has a condom on. I roll over and lay on my back. A immediately positions himself between my legs, bracing his arms behind my knees, and lifting my hips. He positions his cock head at my rectum, pushes slightly to enter me, and then fully enters my rectum in one smooth motion. He lifts my hips up off of the bed with the leverage of his arms behind my knees, and presses his pelvis forcefully against me. I feel his cock fully inside of me, hard and insistent as he pushes into me. I can’t image that he is going to be more than a minute or two at this. My own cock is hard and bobbing above my belly. I look up at A and over at the mirror. We are a breathtaking sight, me with my feet up in the air and he mounted in me, the very definition of the powerful dominate male.

He pulls halfway out and immediately slides back in. He presses on me and then repeats the motion, pulling part way out and then pushing back in. I can well image that he is right on the edge of a climax and is fighting to regain some control. I reach down and wrap my hand around my cock and gasp in pleasure at the sensation. My own climax is not more than a moment or two away. A looks over at the mirror, and he experimentally does some small thrusting into me, I have no doubt admiring the dynamic visual. I hear B murmur that the sight of the two of us is glorious, and indeed it is. A pulls almost out, and we all three watch in fascination as his engorged cock is exposed and then he pushes back into me. He repeats this exercise, and repeats, and again, and again. Each time he presses into me, my cock shudders in pleasure and with urgent need. A begins fucking in earnest, pulling almost out and then driving his cock back into me, gradually increasing both the speed and power of his thrusting. Soon he is driving his cock into my rectum in strong powerful lunges, aided by the leverage of my legs pinned by his hands behind my knees. Each lunge drives me down into the bed. When he pulls back, the bed pushes my hips up only to be forcefully driven back down in his next lunge into me. I am gasping under him as he fucks himself into me. And he is groaning above me, his mounting pleasure clearly evidenced. B takes this opportunity to reach over between us and put his fingers on my cock shaft. As A lunges into me, B is delicately teasing my cock, using only the slightest pressure of thumb and forefinger. I assume he intends to bring me off with his fingers but is trying to time that effort to A’s clearly approaching climax.

And for A, that moment is upon him. His eyes are closed and I see him begin to tremble with approaching climax. He drives his cock into my rectum with a particularly savage lunge and pauses, pulls out and drives back in even harder. He groans loudly and I see his chest muscles go rigid. One more savage lunge and he bellows and stops, pressing his pelvis hard against me, his cock throbbing inside me. I clench on his cock again and again as I feel him spew his semen inside my rectum. B begins rapidly pumping up and down on my cock and it is not a minute before I also bellow loudly and a huge jet of my cum flies in the air, landing on my face, in my mouth, and on my chest. I groan loudly as B continues to pump, the rest of my cum showering over my chest and belly. A releases my legs and I lower them while he remains in the saddle as it were, his eyes still closed. It is clear that he really enjoyed the fuck and this post climax resolution is pleasurable and lengthy.

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“Sorry about that. I didn’t realize it had been on. I’ll turn it off.”

I reached into my tux jacket pocket and dragged out my cell phone. The Belgian diplomat sitting across the cocktail table from me in the Bourbon Steak Lounge bar of the Four Seasons Georgetown Hotel lifted his hands in a “no problem” shrug and gave me a pleasant smile.

We had stopped here for a drink after taking in a concert by the Royal Band of the Belgian Guides regiment at the nearby Kennedy Center. It was Christmas Eve and the whole city was at least pretending to be festive. So was I. It had been my idea to come into the bar when I’d brought him back to his hotel, beckoning him to follow me into the gaily decorated bar, its pulsing red and blue strings of lights bathing the lounge area in the spirit of the holidays.

When I looked at the caller ID, though, I had to change my mind. “Sorry again,” I said apologetically, “but this is from a few rungs above me in the pecking order. Since it won’t switch over to my inbox now, I’d better take it.”

“No problem.” Again that hooded-eyes smile that had a touch of something more than just friendliness to it. A slight licking of his lips as he gazed at me. If I’d thought getting tickets on short notice to the concert featuring a group from his own country would be the highlight of his evening, I obviously was wrong.

He liked the concert, but he wanted me. I was not unaware that he had his foot out of his shoe with his sock-clad toes rubbing my ankle under the hem of my trousers leg. The rubbing took on the rhythm of the pulsing Christmas lights, which added to the sexual overtones of the act.

It always gave me a little thrill to know I could still have this effect on men.

“Hello, Tyler,” I spoke into the phone. I kept my voice neutral. He should know I was working.

“Where are you now, Craig? Are you busy? Jenna wanted me to check on whether you’d brought back her parcel.”

“Yes, Tyler, I have it,” I answered. “Not with me, though, and I’m not free at the moment, I’m afraid. I can get it to her—” I was taken aback that Tyler would even know about the parcel. For some reason I’d thought Jenna was keeping it a secret from him—like, perhaps, it was a Christmas gift for him.

“Oh, I forgot. Working? Is it the Belgian?”

“Yes, it is,” I answered. “I have it and I can—”

“How about eleven tomorrow night then? I should have remembered the Belgian. But now that I see your schedule, I see you should be off for a week after this. Eleven, shall we say? You know where the flat is, don’t you? Off Dupont Circle—Q Street.”

“Yes, I remember.” I hesitated at the word “flat,” but it was so like Tyler to use that word rather than “apartment.” I’d never been invited to Tyler and Jenna’s residence here in D.C. before. I wasn’t on their A list by any means. But I had tracked down the street address just because I was curious where they lived. I’d meant to check the place out on Zillow, but I hadn’t gotten around to that yet.

Tyler sounded a bit tipsy on the phone. I’d never known him to be the slightest out of control before. The summons I recognized, though—it was quite a slip on his part for him not to have remembered that I was on the hook to entertain the Belgian diplomat tonight—even though it was Christmas Eve. But it was very much like him to have everyone’s schedule within reach. And it also was very much like him to expect everyone to drop whatever they were doing to do his bidding.

It was sort of a love-hate relationship between Tyler and me, with me being kept off guard because I never was able to gauge just how he felt about me. And it was important that I know.

In many ways Tyler had been my mentor and had helped at strategic junctions to keep me moving ahead in the organization—which was especially hard, considering what my superiors knew about my preferences, not to mention that I often liked to tread my own path rather than the company road. And then there was the inexplicable physical attraction—at least on my part. Inexplicable, because Tyler was really everything fake, but successfully so, that I resented.

There had been hints about Tyler’s own preferences around the organization, but they had mostly been stilled when he’d unexpectedly married Jenna, twenty years his junior and no older than or more senior at the time to me in the office.

Of course, Jenna had risen faster than I had since that time. I didn’t resent that. We’d trained side by side; I knew she was better and smarter than I was—and was far more able than I was to remain on the company road while bending it in her chosen direction. She would have risen that quickly anyway. Marriage to Tyler, though, had made it a sure thing.

I wondered why Tyler, instead of Jenna, was calling me about delivery of what I brought back from St. Petersburg for her. The two usually kept their business separate, and Jenna had been quite careful not to pull Tyler’s rank on anything or to try to use him as her go-between. I don’t think that would bursa escort have worked even if she had tried, though. I’d even half thought that what I’d picked up for her in Russia was meant as a surprise for Tyler.

Tyler rarely praised me or my work to my face or within my hearing. I had worked as his deputy in Bangkok, where he’d sent me off to Phattaya Beach for a long weekend with a Russian industrialist the office wanted information from.

From that assignment, given and taken without question, I realized that he not only knew my proclivities, but also was willing to use them for office needs. And back here in Washington he was two steps above me, but in the same analysis office.

I had made enemies in the organization—among others as ambitious and opinionated as I was and in the management rung above me—and yet I had gotten a cushy analysis management position for my stint back in the States. I knew Tyler had done that. God knows there were peers of mine who made sure I knew Tyler had done that for me. But he hadn’t yet told me to my face that my work was superior—or even adequate to his expectations, which was the same thing as being superior.

Tyler was largely a cipher to me. But I was somewhat afraid that the imperial distance he kept from me stemmed from him not being enough of a cipher to me. In Bangkok I worked with someone who downright despised Tyler and his imperial ways and gleeful filled me in on Tyler’s murky past.

“Imperial” is, I think, a perfect way to describe the face Tyler showed to the world. He had a graduate degree from Harvard and had gone on to Oxford and made sure we all knew that—even though, in our business, most everyone else also had graduate degrees from a prestigious university or two. My educational degrees were better than his, for instance, but no one in the office would have guessed it—or would acknowledge it even if the comparison was dangled under their noses.

He feigned a slight English accent to go with the degrees and dressed elegantly as an English don could be imagined to do. He had the tall, thin, yet well-formed body and classic Roman nose slightly pointed toward the sun and sharp, witty tongue to carry it off.

No one in the organization wanted to be the butt of a Tyler joke. The jabs invariably bit right through the recipient’s armor, which was all the more galling because Tyler’s own public persona was so screamingly fake. In total, he came across as everything an elitist Agency senior officer was in the era of the 1950s. That was sixty years ago, though.

I knew from the coworker who had no love for Tyler whatsoever that Tyler was raised on a rural farm in West Virginia, the backwater state where his undergraduate degree had also been taken, and that there wasn’t a genuine patrician bone in his body. He had made it to and through Harvard and Oxford and up the ladder in his career by mental brilliance, sterling gamesmanship, and by being able to pass himself off as being part of the Washington inner circle. His first name wasn’t even Tyler. It was Earl. Tyler was his middle name and had been his mother’s maiden name.

Unfortunately, Tyler knew I knew that, and I’d made the mistake of referring to it in public some years early. His retort had been glib, swift, and brutal, but we both knew it had wounded him and chipped at his façade.

So, what could have either gone to friendship or hatred remained in a limbo of Mexican standoff. I knew his origins were Hicksville and he knew I was, at best, bisexual and, more honestly, gay.

There was respect on my part, because he was pulling his part off admirably, if maddeningly. I just couldn’t be sure whether there was respect on his part. There must have been some semblance of that, though, or he wouldn’t be mentoring me from behind the curtain as he obviously was—while standing off from me in person.

Unless, of course, he had some plan in his back pocket to use me down the road.

At least Jenna had remained as much the Jenna I trained with as the Jenna who was now married to “the man.” We had always been friendly, while still competitive, and I sensed no change in her attitude upon having acquired the edge of being married to one of the titans of the office.

She wouldn’t give me a hint of what he really thought of me—or whether she even knew. Indeed, she gave the impression that he completely compartmented from her what he thought of her coworkers. I gave her credit for not discussing her peers with him; some of our colleagues who I knew she really didn’t like were prospering in the office when a little bit of effort from Tyler could easily have sidelined them.

On the whole, despite what some others whispered, I believed that he got, by far, the best part of the deal in the marriage. He needed others to take care of him; he wouldn’t stoop to any work that would soil his hands and cause him to break into a sweat—or even to bother to read the directions on how to assemble anything. My vision was of Jenna quietly taking care görükle escort of him into his old age with a caring, low-key, steady hand—and doing so no matter what feathers he ruffled, including hers.

This just doubled the question running in the back of my mind of why Tyler and not Jenna had called me about the parcel I had retrieved for her in St. Petersburg—and why he wanted me to bring it their apartment rather than take it to her at the office. What, in fact, was urgent to have it delivered at Christmas if it wasn’t a Christmas gift from Jenna to Tyler.

“I said this is the hotel I’m staying at. I have a room upstairs.” The Belgian was talking at my inattention. Bad tradecraft on my part.

“Excuse me? Sorry, I was thinking of the call I just got. That was rude of me. I’ve turned the cell phone off now. You’re much more interesting than the piece of business I was thinking of.” I gave him a “interested” smile. My attention needed to zip back to the bar in the Four Seasons hotel. I obviously had been daydreaming when the assignment at hand was to keep the Belgian happy.

The Belgian was leaning into the table. He still was playing with my shin, covered in a silk sock, with his similarly clad foot, but he also had a beefy hand on my knee under the table, squeezing it to the rhythm of the pulsing strings of Christmas lights. He obviously knew I would make myself available to him because I was making no effort to draw away from his advances.

He had been more presentable than I had thought he’d be. The top tier of middle-aged, of course, but I appreciated mature men. In compensation, he was tall, and, although “beefy” answered for him well, he also was muscular and not too heavy around the middle.

He was no beauty in the face, but we wouldn’t be in the light for very long, I imagined. I had known European men like him before. Most of them were experts with the cock, and, so, I was looking forward to this evening. Most of them were just a bit cruel too. I’m embarrassed to say that I also was looking forward to that.

“Yes, yes. You have a room here. That’s very convenient.” Of course I knew he had a room at this hotel; we had booked it for him. We knew just about everything there was to know about this Belgian diplomat, including what he knew that could be of use to us.

“Would you like to see my room?” he asked. “I know it’s Christmas Eve and I’ve already taken up much of your holiday time . . .” I could hear the eagerness in his voice. It was always nice to be wanted. And of course I wanted to see his room. This had all been part of the preplanned package.

“Yes, I very much would like to see your room,” I answered, giving him what I’d been told was a special gift of mine—a dazzling smile of not-completely-feigned eager acceptance. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing on Christmas Eve.”

* * * *

Tyler’s apartment wasn’t what I expected, at least until I got inside. I expected Tyler and Jenna to live on an upper floor with huge windows in some old high-rise apartment building. There certainly were enough of them around Dupont Circle. Instead, it was an old Georgetown row mansion that had been cut up into apartments. Theirs was commodious, with such amenities of yesteryear as wood paneling, wainscoting, and crown molding.

I also expected their taste to be spare, but expensive and in good taste—I certainly saw Jenna this way. As soon as Tyler opened the door to me and I stepped into the vestibule, though, I knew it was a habitat of “one of us.” It was chock-a-block with the same collection of Oriental, European, and Middle East treasures that my house was. Everyone in the business seemed to have decided the exact same acquisitions from these places were treasures they must have—to set themselves apart from everyone else.

It just had a more “stuffed”—although artfully stuffed—appearance than mine did. That wasn’t because they had collected more than I had. In choosing to live in the Virginia suburbs rather than in the thick of the trendy district of Washington, D.C., I could afford twice the house they could on a third of their combined salary.

What was notable was that there was no trimmed Christmas tree or any other evidence of holiday decoration.

Tyler was a surprise, though. He looked as elegant as ever, the handsome face with graying sideburns on a precisely cut head of dark hair. Tall and lean. He had on neatly pressed dark trousers, but instead of a shirt, he was wearing a red silk robe—perhaps his sense of a Christmas decoration? It was more a smoking jacket affair that came down to the knees and, while exposing a good bit of his bare, tanned chest, was held together with a black silk sash. He looked formal and casual at the same time in an old money way that he’d been bringing off for years.

He had a cigarette in one hand and a martini glass in another. The cigarette paper was turquoise. Even in this Tyler had to set himself a step above and apart from everyone else.

“I brought bursa escort bayan the parcel,” I said, as I shook snowflakes off my topcoat and onto the black and white-block linoleum tile of the foyer. The declaration was largely irrelevant, because there it was, being brought from under my arm to be extended toward him.

“You can lay it there on the table,” Tyler said, not even looking at the package. “Come on through. What’s your poison?”

I stood there in indecision for a few moments, having assumed that this would be the same as his office—that I would be held, standing, in his outer reception area until a secretary came to relieve me of the memo or paper draft I was bringing to him.

I had expected that Jenna would answer the door, I’d pass the package to her, she’d thank me for a favor we traded back and forth, there’d be a bit of a chat on where each of us had been in the world that month, and then I’d be gone. I was looking forward to dispensing with the transaction. I also was looking forward to the week without an evening assignment. I could cruise on my own requirements and preferences. I wouldn’t have to have any other motives running except the anticipation of personal pleasure.

But Jenna hadn’t greeted me at the door for the passing of the parcel. Rather, Tyler, dressed to slouch eclectically and fashionably, as much as Tyler ever did, had answered the door and invited me into his inner sanctum—or at least their entertainment space, devoted, no doubt, to guests who were far more interesting and had far more cachet than I did.

“Well, come on then,” Tyler said, turning at the door that I could see led into a well-appointed living room with leather chairs on either side of a fireplace grate. “Just leave the parcel on the center table.”

There was, in fact, a round mahogany-wood table in the center of the vestibule, mounted with one of those four-foot-high flower and fruit arrangements that you only saw in hotel lobbies and the pages of House Beautiful.

“Oh, and you can just drape your coat on one of the chairs,” he called from the other room.

I did as he instructed—I’d always done as Tyler instructed. I left the parcel on the center table and folded my topcoat and left it on one of the four Chippendale chairs set precisely against the vestibule walls between doorways leading off in all directions.

“Perhaps Jenna should open the parcel to ensure that it’s what she ordered,” I said as I entered the living room. I was self-conscious about being in jeans and a sports shirt; I hadn’t thought to dress formal for a package delivery. But, of course, if I’d been thinking on all cylinders, I would have worn an Armani suit.

“Uh, thanks,” I then said as Tyler handed me a gin and tonic. I hadn’t told him what I wanted to drink, but of course a gin and tonic would have been what I would have asked for.

“Jenna isn’t here,” he said, as he motioned me to one of the chairs by the fireplace.

There was a fire in the grate, and I could see the snow falling beyond the two windows looking out onto Q Street. It seemed to be falling faster than it had when I’d entered the building. I’d had a hell of a time finding a parking space in this area of town, and I wondered how they—or anyone—could stand living in Georgetown under that sort of pressure. But then, in our line of work, pressure and the luck of the find came as givens.

“Jenna isn’t here?” I asked as I sat down. Christmas week and they were spending it half a world apart from each other?

“No, she’s in Vienna today. Prague tomorrow, I think.”

At least there would be plenty evidence of Christmas were Jenna was.

“She asked me to bring that parcel from St. Petersburg,” I said. I was speaking repetitive nonsense. But I always had had the feeling of being slow and tongue-tied in the presence of Tyler. It was that superior-subordinate, love-hate thing. He intimidated me and, at the same time, I had been more than a bit distressed when I heard that he and Jenna were getting married.

I guess before that I’d hoped the rumors were true and that he secretly fancied me. I know I had secretly fancied him for some time. It had almost been a relief when he had sent me off to fuck and be fucked by the Russian in Thailand all weekend. I thought that, perhaps, it being in the open what I preferred that . . . well, that he’d make some sort of move himself. But he hadn’t. And, of course, he would have had to be the one to make the move.

He was as ambiguous about sex as he was with everything else.

And then the surprise announcement that he and Jenna would marry. The office scuttlebutt gave that union six months max—we were used to musical beds and marriages in our organization. But that had been three years ago. And, by all accounts, their marriage was working out marvelously—even though one or the other of them was out of the country a good bit of the time.

“Fuck the parcel,” Tyler said, which snapped my head up to where I was looking closely into his face. Tyler didn’t use profanity. There was a look of weariness, almost distress, in his chiseled, patrician features. “I invited you here precisely because Jenna was in Vienna today and Prague tomorrow. I, in fact, just spoke to her on the phone to make sure she was there.”

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The longer I sat in Lieutenant Burton Kahn’s office, the worse I felt about how I’d let myself go—knowing full well I’d just keep on doing it. I wasn’t even sure I could withstand the pressure from Danny.

“Come to the layover room with me,” he’d breathed in my ear when I’d entered the squad room, summoned by Burton to find out why I’d packed my duffel bag for traveling.

That wasn’t where the conversation had started, of course.

“Hey, man, I’m sorry about missing your bachelor party,” I’d said when I’d entered the room and all nearly seven foot of black, overpowering muscle named Danny Thompson had uncoiled himself from the desk across from mine and slowly sauntered up to me, his eyes boring into mine, hooded so I couldn’t quite tell which way he was going to go with this.

There were some others in the squad room, but the bulk of them were off at the side doing a play-by-play on the Yankees’ close loss the night before on the baseball diamond, and the ones who weren’t chiming in on that were on the telephone, creating or following up leads on their cases.

We were partners, so there was no reason why anyone in the room should think twice about Danny and me having a close conversation, even a tense one. Everyone knew what I was; but they didn’t suspect Danny in the least. Danny was getting married in a week.

“It’s OK, I understand about it being Brad’s birthday and all,” Danny answered. He was staring me down, giving me an out.

“It isn’t about Brad,” I answered. I should have taken the opening, I knew. But we were partners on the dangerous streets. We had to be straight with each other. And this had to be settled. Otherwise we couldn’t work together—we will have lost our edge. And that could mean death on the streets.

“Sharenda needn’t change anything,” Danny said in a low voice.

“Sharenda changes everything, Danny,” I shot back.

“Come to the layover room with me, Clint. I expected my party to go on after the other guys left last night. You spoiled it. I understand, but the party wasn’t complete.”

“It’s time to put an end to this, Danny. I should have stopped as soon as I heard you were getting married.”

“I never told you I didn’t fuck women,” Danny said, letting the hurt show in his voice. “I gotta have it. You know that.”

Yes, I knew that—knew that very well. My black hunk of a lover was oversexed. That had never been a secret. And with what he had between his legs, he could have just about anything that walked that he wanted. He certainly didn’t have any trouble having me.

But it had to stop. “Fucking whoever you want is fine when you’re single, Danny. But not when you’re married. You don’t just cheapen what you have with Sharenda; you also cheapen me—what we’ve had together—by not seeing the difference.”

And then I just walked on by him and into the lieutenant’s office, and entered another world, a world where under similar circumstances to mine, different choices had been made—choices that sometimes—like now—made me feel tawdry and weak.

The lieutenant wasn’t in yet. So I had to wait, wait in the world he’d created after his Mariah had died. Kahn had been left alone—as suddenly and irrevocably as I had when Brad had been murdered and almost at the same time.

He’d come home from the precinct one night after a hard, bloody day on a case—to find Mariah on the floor, dead from a heart attack at a shockingly young bursa escort age. She’d been there most of the day, the coroner said, turning stone cold on the linoleum floor in front of the kitchen sink, while Burton had been on the street, tracking down a killer who had robbed a liquor store for less than $100 in cash and shot dead the clerk and three patrons in the process.

Mariah had been Kahn’s life, all he could talk about in those days I first knew him. He had always said that going home to Mariah every night was all that kept him sane and balanced in his job of catching and putting away sleaze balls.

And yet, when my Brad had been murdered, and his Mariah had left him without so much as a good-bye, Kahn was the one who had managed to control himself; I was the one who had folded and had let myself go wild in grief and blaming everyone but myself—because I knew that I should have been able to prevent Brad’s death. And, without Brad there, slowly pulling me back to a more stable life and not so much whoring around, I’d been overcompensating in that department, although there, just for a few brief months, I thought Danny was going to be a Brad for me.

I looked around Kahn’s office as I waited for him to prepare. Whereas I had fallen apart—punished myself by moving to a walkup in a seedy part of town and just letting myself go wild to forget—Burton had withdrawn into his job and made it a fortress of the world he’d known. His office, small as it was, was more like the life he had had before Mariah died. It was a self-contained slice of the home he hadn’t been able to go back to after finding his wife dead on the kitchen floor. In addition to his desk, he’d brought in a rug, an overstuffed chair, a sofa, and knick knacks and mementos from the home he’d shared with Mariah. And her photograph. There was one on his desk and one on the side table next to the sofa and one on the bookshelf behind the sofa.

I didn’t have any photographs of Brad. Whereas I, in guilt, wanted to forget, Kahn, in reverence, wanted to remember.

I couldn’t look at the photos of Mariah as I sat there, waiting for Kahn to come down from his morning meeting with the brass two flights up. When I looked at her photo all I saw was Sharenda.

“Thanks for coming in, Clint. I know you’d asked for the day off. This came up, though, and we need to get you out to Denver later today.”

“Denver?”

I looked across the desk at Kahn. He was all business, but I could see he was a bit distracted. He kept looking at the photographs of Mariah. His anniversary was about to come up as well.

“Yes, well, over the mountains from there. A dude ranch in the Rockies—across the mountains from Denver.”

“I don’t know if I have the clothes for—”

“You won’t need much in the way of clothes where you’re going. They’ll provide what you need. It’s that kind of assignment. Your kind of thing. And highest priority from upstairs.”

“Maybe you’d best start from the beginning,” I said.

“You’ve heard of Giacomo Arcardi and Lorenzo Rapino, haven’t you?”

“Sure. The heir apparents of two of the busiest crime families in the state. Except Lorenzo’s dead, isn’t he? Murdered nearly a year ago—a pretty sordid sex thing, if I remember rightly.”

“You do. And Jason Jenks? You know who he is?”

“Jason Jenks? I’m not sure. The only Jason Jenks I can think of . . .” But then I stopped. I couldn’t görükle escort see any connection.

“The mystery writer—the crime novelist, yes. That Jason Jenks. You’re being called in because of where those three connect.”

“Go on. I’m dying to hear what this has to do with Denver.”

“Nothing,” Kahn said. And then he laughed. “I said across the Rockies from there. A dude ranch—a special dude ranch—to be specific. I’m sure you can appreciate what it would mean in this city for the Arcardis and Rapinos to be set against each other.”

“Major war. Blood on the streets. Probably a lot of collateral damage”

“Right. And that’s what we’ve just about got. War between those two. And all because of Jason Jenks.”

“He’s written about them?”

“You could say so. His publisher brought it to our attention. Jenks isn’t cooperating, and thus far there’s not much we can do about it. But we are beginning to get across to him, we think, that he needs to tell us more of what he knows, more of where he got what he’s written about—hopefully before his latest novel comes out, and certainly before any of the Rapinos read the book.”

“So, this is about Lorenzo’s murder?”

“Yes, if you’ll recall, Lorenzo was found dead in a hotel room—naked—suffocated to death and covered with bruises. There was semen, so it was logged as a sex crime. But it turned out to be his own semen. He’d been fucked—whether willingly or not, we don’t know—but the assailant had used a condom.”

“And the connection to Giacomo Arcardi and Jenks?”

“Jenks has written a book about a murder closely paralleling the death of Lorenzo Rapino—and the murderer in his book closely parallels the real-life Giacomo Arcardi. When that book comes out, we’re afraid the shit will hit the fan—that the Rapinos will decide that Jenks has evidence linking Giacomo to the murder and a full-scale crime family war will break out. There are a couple of wrinkles. First, this isn’t the only murder like this in the city in the last year. We think there have been at least three murders with the same MO. And Jenks is dragging his feet on us and we may be running out of time on finding out if he can help us solve the case.”

“How so?”

“There’s an indication the Arcardis have gotten wind of the book. Someone’s already been trying to buy up the rights to the book from the publisher, probably to squelch publication. And if the Arcardis know about it, we have to assume the Rapinos do too. We’re afraid that Jenks might be in danger as well. It’s not just the book that would have to be squelched if the Arcardis want to bury this.”

“And so, I’m supposed to hold Jenks’s hand until you’ve gotten whatever you want out of him—including through a trial, if he has to testify?”

“Well, more than his hand—and we don’t want him to know we’re watching over him—and we’d like to get him to talk to someone if it isn’t to us directly.”

I raised my eyebrow. “And so?”

“He’s gay. He’s promiscuous. And he likes younger, handsome, athletic-cut men. That’s you.”

“And this dude ranch beyond Denver?”

“It’s a gays-only retreat. He’s going there whether we like it or not—we don’t have any means to keep him here and don’t want to encourage him to clam up by letting him know the danger he could be in. It’s called the Big O Ranch—very openly a gay sex service for wealthy men. We’ve already arranged to put you on bursa escort bayan the staff. The owner will cooperate in putting you close to Jenks—both to protect him and to find out what, if anything, he knows that will close this case and get this serial killer off the streets—using your special talents.”

At that point, one of the other guys poked his head in the door, and gruffly announced. “We’re up, Chief. Another gay suffocation murder. Over in Chelsea.”

Kahn stood up from behind his desk and quizzed the other officer briefly as he strapped his gun holster on.

“Where in Chelsea?”

“In a leather cowboy bar, the Ranchero. One of their bull-riding performers. Young guy. Found him in one of their special back rooms. Pretty well marked up and snuffed.”

I stood. “So, should I—?”

“No,” Kahn said. “You need to get to admin and collect your tickets and per diem. This will clear the squad room—got to get them out on the street and both milking their sources and tamping down the communities. Danny will stay long enough to brief you on who to report to and how to report back. I briefed him yesterday. You need to get on a plane to Denver.”

The squad room was deserted when I came up from admin. The light was on in Kahn’s office, though, so that’s where I headed.

Danny was there, sitting behind Kahn’s desk, watching the door.

“OK, Danny,” I said as I entered the office. “Chief told me you’d brief me.”

“I will, but first, shut the door.”

I did so.

“Now strip. First I want you. I want you bad.”

“Danny, no. It’s over. Not again.”

“Once. Just once. You’ll be in Denver. I’m transferring to Los Angeles. Sharenda’s got a job out there, and I can get one. No problem. Once more, and then you won’t see me again.”

“Danny, no,” I said. But then he stood up and I saw that he was naked from the waist down. And he was unbuttoning his shirt, showing me that magnificent, shiny-black body of his. And what was between his legs, stiff and standing proud. Wanting me.

And I wanted it. I couldn’t help myself.

At least I had a small shred of decency left. Before I stripped, I turned down the photos of Mariah, Burton’s Mariah, on the bookcase and the side table—and then, as Danny lowered me on my back on the top of Kahn’s desk and moved his meaty, brown thighs between mine and brought his huge, jet-black cock to my puckering hole, I turned over the photo on Kahn’s desk as well—and, because I knew that it was what Danny wanted, the signal of my complete surrender to him, I reached down and grasped his cock in both of my hands and thrust my hips up, impaling my channel on the tool that I had loved moving inside me so much.

We fucked like there was no tomorrow—as, indeed, there wasn’t for us. And then, after he pounded me to my ejaculation on the desk, I made the surrender complete, as he pulled me up and back across the rug and sat down in the sofa, and I came down into his lap, straddling his still-hard cock and fucked myself as he leaned his head down and feasted on my nipples—for the last time, I thought.

But the surrender was more complete than that.

“I can’t give you up, man, you know that,” he whispered in my ear. “When I want you again, you gonna give it me?”

“No.”

“Make that a yes, man.”

“Yes,” was all I said in reply. Now the surrender was complete.

“And tonight? My place? Sharenda’s got an all-night bachelorette party to go to.”

“If that’s what you want,” I muttered. And as his hands went to my butt cheeks, pulling them apart to make deeper room for him inside me, I put my face in the hollow of his neck and then started to slow pump him.

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For about the twentieth time, I seriously considered getting up and running away while I still had the chance. The only thing that stopped me from escaping the restaurant was the fact that if I did, I would be blowing this Scott guy off.

I didn’t even want to be on this blind date, but everything happened so fast. Kaleb, one of the men working with me at Cormac, the engineering company where I’d been interning, just slipped “by the way, are you gay, Parker?” into what had been a totally normal conversation.

I was so flustered that he had to reassure me before I could even reply.

“I’m not trying to be mean, I’m just curious. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

Kaleb was a nice guy, probably my only real quasi-friend at my job. I had no reason to believe he had bad intentions.

My pale ginger skin turned red.

“I…yes,” I muttered.

He nodded. “Okay. I had suspicions, but I wanted to be sure. Would you be interested in going on a date?”

I gaped at him. Kaleb was straight as a pin! He talked about his wife all the time!

He read my expression and chuckled. “Not with me, obviously. My best friend Scott is one of the shop monkeys downstairs. He’s bi, and you’d be just his type.”

Perfect. I was scared enough around the old guys and geeks in the offices, and Kaleb was trying to set me up with one of those burly gorillas.

I felt myself redden even further.

“I don’t…I don’t know if I’d be interested in…dating right now…”

“Well, you’ll never know if you don’t try, right? You could just think of it as you doing me a favor.”

What I wanted more than anything was the conversation to be finished, so without any regards to the consequences I just said “sure,” which I regretted almost instantly.

He grinned. “Thanks, man! I’ll tell Scott about it. You don’t have to worry, he’s a great guy.”

Even if that was true, I still wanted to crawl away and hide.

I’m a pushover. I’ve just always been timid and afraid of confrontation. I think this is mostly because I’m uncommonly short at 5’3″ and probably wouldn’t weigh 100 pounds soaking wet. It had always been an insecurity, and the bullying I got over it in middle and high school didn’t help matters. My shyness was what stopped me from dating, and ever since that 4th of July after my eighteenth birthday I was terrified of the mere idea of being intimate with a man.

Even so, here I was, waiting at a table for some guy I had never met before. I wished I could just disappear.

“Hiya, you must be Parker Lindbeck.”

I almost jumped out of my chair. I turned to see a man holding his hands up cautiously.

“Whoops, sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

I didn’t want to be rude and act so uncomfortable, so I forced a smile.

“No, it’s fine.”

He held out his hand and we shook. “I’m Scott Ballard. It’s nice to meet you finally.”

Scott wasn’t anywhere near how I had pictured him. He was sort of tall, probably 5’11”, but not the big rough beast I was scared he would be, more lanky and wiry. He wasn’t fat or thin, he wasn’t attractive or ugly. He looked thoroughly average. All things considered, it was the best I could have hoped for. This combination worked the best to keep my nerves down.

His blue eyes twinkled when he looked at me and he smiled.

“Wow, Parker. You’re beautiful.”

I wanted to laugh. Beautiful? Was he kidding? I was a baby-faced little pipsqueak who couldn’t even grow a beard! Still, I made myself accept the compliment.

“Thanks.”

He sat down.

“How old are you?” He asked.

“I’m twenty.”

“Huh, I wouldn’t have guessed that, since—”

You look like a baby, I finished his sentence in my head.

“—Kaleb talks so highly of you. According to him, you’re one of the best interns he’s worked with.”

I blinked a few times. This conversation was not going the way I was expecting it to.

Don’t assume the worst in him! You’re being a dick! I scolded myself.

“I’m twenty-six, in case you were wondering,” he continued. “I’ve been working at Cormac for three years now.”

To my surprise, the conversation flowed well through dinner. He was nice, funny, and laid back. I was starting to feel bad about myself for assuming that I wouldn’t have a good time tonight. Kaleb was right; Scott really was a great guy.

Maybe it was time to stop hiding and actually put myself out there. I didn’t mind the idea of Scott being my boyfriend. I didn’t mind that at all. A second date seemed like a good idea.

After dinner, we went to the parking lot to go to our respective cars.

“I had a wonderful time tonight,” I told him, and I meant it.

“Likewise. I need to thank Kaleb later for setting this up. Hot, nice, and smart. I can’t believe my luck!”

Wait…he was talking about me? I blushed, thankful it was getting dark.

“Well…I try to be nice and smart, but I’m not so sure about hot…”

“What are you talking about, Parker? You’re gorgeous!”

He escort ataköy reached out a hand to cup my cheek. “May I kiss you?”

I was a little nervous, but that was overtaken by how excited the prospect was to me.

“Sure, Scott.”

He held my face and brought his lips to mine. It felt so hot. It felt so good! The kiss deepened and it felt like my entire body was tingling. I had no clue a kiss could make me feel so happy.

He pulled away, a little too soon if you ask me, and even in the low light I could see him grinning ear to ear.

“We need to do this again sometime.”

“Absolutely,” I agreed.

He wrapped his arms around me in a big hug. He was so much bigger than me that it felt like I was swallowed whole.

For a heartbeat, I enjoyed the affection, but one heart beat later, the sensation brought something to mind.

You love being a good little bitch, don’t you?

I wanted out. I needed out right now.

“Let me go. Let go, Scott. Please, let go of me!” I was talking fast and desperately.

He released me within a second.

“What’s wrong, Parker? Are you alright? Did I do something?”

I felt like I was going to vomit. I wanted to get away.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just…I just don’t like being held like that,” I lied.

Scott looked so concerned.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I’ll see you later.” I fast-walked to my car. Tears welling up in my eyes, I started the engine and left.

*****

I watched Parker speed away, scratching my head in confusion.

What the hell was that about?

Both of us were having a great time. The date was awesome, the kiss was fantastic, I thoroughly enjoyed the hug, and for a second, it seemed like Parker was enjoying it, too. Then he started freaking out.

I was kicking myself, going in like that. Not everybody was like I was. If it were up to me, there would be no stigma to getting all touchy-feely right out the gate, but apparently Parker wasn’t that way at all. It was a shame. The guy was so small and cute and just so damn huggable, but it wouldn’t even come close to being a deal breaker. Besides, I could show affection in other ways.

I smiled. I really needed to thank Kaleb properly. Parker was amazing: sweet, clever, funny, and not to mention the most beautiful little thing I had ever laid eyes on. He was short and soft, just how I like it. He had wonderful auburn hair and some incredible green eyes. He had tons of freckles, not just on his face, but on his arms as well. I wondered where else on his body they were. When I felt him up, I didn’t feel any hair on his face or exposed arms. Maybe he was just naturally hairless. I hoped I would have the opportunity to conduct a thorough investigation of his body at a later date. To sum up, Parker lined up with my tastes perfectly.

“Small and cute” had always been my type. For all of high school and about half of college, I saw that in girls around me. Most guys nowadays go for the long legs, big butts, and huge tits, but my ideal girl was tiny and flat-chested. My girlfriend for much of senior year was 4’11”, and looking at her had me drooling. She also let me know that I was the sweetest guy she had ever been with. We only broke up because we were going to colleges on opposite sides of the country.

It was at college that I met Kaleb Black, my freshman roommate who would quickly become my best friend. We got wasted together, pulled all-nighters together, and grew to become like brothers. We had the same major, and were even lucky enough to end up working at the same company.

Kaleb was the first person I told about the developments in my sexuality. I had noticed that on more than one occasion, I would be checking out a girl from behind, and I’d be loving it, but when they’d turn around, they’d reveal themselves to be short, androgynous boys. However, instead of getting turned off, my fascination continued without hinderance. It took a little step into the world of pornography for me to learn that small cute boys turned me on just as much as small cute girls did. I was attracted to femininity, but not in the form of pussies and boobs. I loved the curves, the softness, the cuteness, and that femininity is not exclusive to women. Having sex with my first boy was a truly eye-opening experience.

I told my best friend about it and he accepted it without batting an eye.

“Okay. Now I know for damn sure we’ll never be after the same people.”

I laughed. Kaleb’s tastes were more traditional, and the girl he met not long after, Annie, was a knockout. She was also a wonderful person, and when he told me that he thought he had found the woman he wanted to marry a few months later, I was happy for him. I was their best man and am still good friends with both of them.

Kaleb and I were out for beers a few nights ago when he brought up a new subject.

“By the way, we got a new intern. He’s a good worker. Nice, too.”

While we were employed escort taksim by the same company, we didn’t really see much of each other during the work day. Kaleb was upstairs in the office part of the building. That was where the designing and prototyping and fine detail work would happen. I worked downstairs in the workshop, welding, milling, testing, all the hands-on stuff. The two of us liked to tease each other about it sometimes. I’d say his department was full of wimps and nerds who don’t want to get their hands dirty. He’d joke that I was one of the brainless meatheads who were only good for grunt work.

He and I were friends, but we didn’t feel the need to keep each other up to date in all the events happening at work, so I wasn’t really sure why he was telling me about some intern.

I gave him a dubious look. “O…kay…”

“I’m only bringing this up because he looks like your perfect fantasy boy. He’s the tiniest man I’ve ever seen and is more feminine than half of the women at Cormac. I’m also pretty sure he’s gay.”

Now he had my complete attention. I hadn’t been in a relationship in months and had been feeling lonely as of late.

“Ooh, I better get on that, then. What’s his name?”

“Slow down, man. He’s pretty high strung. You’d probably just scare the kid if you came in, guns blazing. I’ll be a middle man.”

It seemed that the stars had aligned, and I just finished the best first date I had ever been on.

At the very beginning, he seemed tense, almost scared of me, but he loosened up in no time. We worked off each other well, had several common interests, and that kiss was mind-blowing. I felt like it went perfectly…except for the very end.

The more I thought about it, the more I was sure that he wasn’t being entirely truthful in his explanation. He seemed like he had liked the hug, at least at first, then thought about something that freaked him out. Maybe he had had a bad experience.

Either way, it wasn’t any of my business. If he wanted to talk about it, he would talk about it. Personally, I’m an open book. When I’m feeling a certain way, I’ll show it. If I had a concern, I’d let it be known. I think it is mostly because I’m so annoyed by people who act passive aggressive or insincere. But Parker likely wasn’t that way. The first signs were looking really good. I was more attracted to him than I had been to anyone in a long time. I really wanted to get this right. Things would have to happen at their own pace.

I chuckled, realizing that I had walked to my car and had been sitting there for who knew how long, going down memory lane and psychoanalyzing something that probably wasn’t that big a deal. I told myself to calm down. There was no reason to believe that I had scared Parker away, or even came close to it. I took a deep breath in and out before starting up my car and beginning the drive home.

*****

I was crying gently the whole drive back to my apartment, trying to keep myself from losing control.

Idiot! You’re a fucking idiot!

What the hell was the matter with me? I was having a great time. We were having a great time, and I went and ruined everything just like that! He was hugging me, showing tender affection, and I flipped out. I might as well have a label tattooed on my forehead: WARNING! DAMAGED GOODS! DO NOT TOUCH!

I was able to unlock my door and get inside before I started crying for real. I called out the name of the person I needed the most at that moment.

“M-M-Matt? A-are you home?”

My brother walked in, his eyes widening when he saw me.

“Oh my God! Parker, what happened? No, come here first!”

I ran to him and buried my face in his chest, wailing. Matt held me and stroked my back gently as I let it all out. I hated being such a crybaby. Here I was, inconveniencing yet another person because I didn’t know how to be a human being.

I reminded myself that Matt would never think that way. He loved me. If I was sure of any one thing in the world, it was that.

“Everything will be alright, Parker. I’ve got you.” My big brother murmured into my ear.

I calmed down after a bit. He brought me to the den and turned on the lights. He sat down next to me, face lined with worry.

“What happened to you? Tonight was your date, right? Did that guy hurt you?” I could see him start to get pissed off on my behalf already.

“No, he didn’t do anything.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Then what’s wrong?”

I took a deep breath. “The date went really well, much better than I expected. Scott seems like such a great guy. We even kissed, but…then he hugged me. After a second, it made me think of…” I couldn’t say it.

Matt nodded, knowing what I meant.

“I freaked out. I told him to let go of me, like I was scared of him, then ran away as fast as I could. He barely had time to apologize. But it wasn’t his fault, it was mine.”

He put a hand on my shoulder. “It’s not your fault, either. These things just happen sometimes.”

I leaned into him. escort etiler “I don’t get it. You hug me and hold me all the time. Why did I freak out when he did it?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you don’t know him very well?”

“I guess. But now I feel like I pushed him away. I ruined everything before we could even really get started!”

“That’s not true, Parker,” he said firmly. “If he’s really interested this wouldn’t scare him off. If this really does make him run, then good riddance. You’re too good for him, anyway.”

I smiled weakly. “Thanks, Matt.”

He ruffled my hair. “Any time, little bro.”

We sat in comfortable silence for a minute or two.

“I still feel bad,” I said. “That was a horrible way to thank him for treating me so well.”

“Well, text him and clear the air.”

“I don’t want to bother him like that.”

He folded his arms and gave me a stern look. “Parker, when has the mindset of your feelings being a burden on other people ever benefited you? You need to stop it. You’re a human. Humans have feelings. Communicate.”

I felt my cheeks heat up. Sheepishly, I looked away and pulled out my phone.

I spent a few minutes making sure my text didn’t say too much or too little. I eventually settled on I’m sorry for freaking out like that. I had a great time, really. I’ll talk to you later. Not long after, I got a message back.

It’s not a problem. We can meet during lunch break tomorrow if you want.

I felt so relieved, and Matt was happy when I showed him.

“See? Everything is fine. Isn’t it incredible what a few words can do?”

I nodded. He was right, communication had always been a problem for me.

Later that night, I looked at him unwinding and watching something on his laptop. He and I did look quite a bit alike. We had similar faces and voices. It was easy to tell from looking at us that we were family. The differences came from the fact that he took more after our father and I took more after our mother. He had more masculine features and a beard while I was feminine in shape and smooth pretty much everywhere. The biggest difference was the height. Our parents were both short, our father 5’6″ and our mother 5’2″. By some twisted joke he avoided those genes and ended up 5’9″. I must have gotten them full blast.

I really did owe him a lot. Our parents were very distant and detached from us. Being well off financially, they did a lot of travelling during our childhood, leaving us alone for weeks or months at a time. Matt asked them for a loan to get an apartment for him and me when he was 18 and they let us leave without batting an eye. We moved from Miami to Orlando to go to college and it had just been the two of us since then. He had done more to raise me than they ever did. Coming out to him was completely painless. He was only four years my senior, but he was so much more mature than I was. I loved him, and was happy that he was there to protect me, but I couldn’t rely on Matt forever. It wouldn’t be fair to him. I wanted to be able to stand on my own two feet, or at least depend on other people sometimes. Maybe getting a boyfriend would be a good first step.

“Hey, Matt?”

He looked up from his screen. “Yeah, bro?”

“How was your day? I want to know how you’re doing, too.”

He smiled. “It was fine. Being an accountant isn’t exactly exciting, but you’re starting to get a taste of office life yourself, so I don’t think I need to tell you that.”

I chuckled. Matt majored in economics and managed to get a job not long after college, working to pay back our debts to our parents. I wanted to help, and was lucky enough to get a paid internship that summer.

“How’s your love life?” I asked. “Any girls you’re interested in?”

“Maybe…Rachel is pretty cool.”

“Well, I think it’s time for Mr. Communication to practice what he preaches. Ask her out!”

He sighed. “Fine, I promise I’ll ask her out soon, but you have to promise me something first.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Have some more faith in yourself. You made one little mistake today and you were ready to throw everything out the window. That’s not a good thing, Parker.”

I looked down. “I’m sorry.”

Matt leaned forward a bit in his chair.

“You know, it’s kind of impressive how often ‘I’m sorry’ can be replaced with ‘thank you.’ It’s a way to substitute something negative with something positive. I’ve been trying it, and you should, too.”

I furrowed my brow.

“Let’s rewind a little. You’re too hard on yourself. Don’t sell yourself short, Parker. You’re a great guy, and any man would be lucky to have you.”

I adjusted my reply. “Thank you for believing in me, Matt.”

He reached over and ruffled my hair again. “No problem.”

I smiled.

*****

Parker looked around my house. “Nice place you’ve got here.”

I grinned. After the awkwardness at the end of our first date and the few minutes after we met the second time, things had been going smoothly between us. We got together for lunch most of the time for the following days, and had started dating, going out occasionally for about two weeks by then. He gladly agreed when I asked if he wanted to come over to my place and watch a movie.

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The men had met in an online chat room. They were exploring, and curious about their sexuality. They had no idea that they already knew each other. But that’s where it all began.

They had been talking back and forth for about two months now, and sending each other pictures depicting sexual content. Soon, they started to plan out a meeting so they could meet in person. They had to be careful, though. They were both married men. They didn’t want this to get out. If their wives found out, they would both get into serious trouble. Their wives might dump them. So, for the first meeting, they decided they were going to just go out for lunch. That’s when it happened.

Brad and Rick both arrived at the Carl’s Junior at the same time. They were both on foot, since they didn’t want anyone from their work following their cars. They walked in within two and a half minutes of each other. Rick ordered after Brad. They both went to sit at different tables. At exactly the same time, they both stood up and looked around. Rick pulled a rose out of his pocket, and so did Brad. They didn’t see the other, until they both spotted the roses.

“Oh…, my…, God.” They both gasped.

Brad grabbed his food, and walked over to Rick’s table. Both of them were blushing so much, you could feel the heat coming from their faces. They just stared at each other.

“You’re Bradl313?” Rick whispered.

“Yes!” Brad gasped. “And you’re RickyG667?” he asked.

“Yes.” Rick said softly.

“Holy shit.” They both gasped.

“I can’t believe this! I’ve been seeing pictures of your—”

“—Don’t talk about it!” Brad said softly interrupting the other male. “I am just as shocked as you.” He said bitterly.

“Now what?” asked Rick bitterly.

“I don’t know.” Brad replied as he looked at his son-in-law. “Did you…, save all the pictures?” he asked.

“Yes.” Rick said softly. “I really liked them. I didn’t know it was you.”

“I really liked them, too.” Brad said softly. “What do we do?” he asked.

“Well, this minimizes the risk of our wives catching us cheating.” Rick said simply as he finished his fries. “Ellen will just assume that I’m hanging out with you because I have a shut-in father who doesn’t want to do all the stuff I like to do. And Ellen’s mom can just…, you know, hang out with her.” He explained.

“If we resume the relationship.” Brad corrected.

“Right. If.” Rick said smartly. “I mean, I don’t want to. Do you?” he asked.

“Not if you don’t want to.” Brad said as he felt his pants tighten around his crotch area.

He saw a slow blush creeping up Rick’s face. He knew exactly what was happening. The boy was getting hard as well.

“Maybe just once.” Brad said as his curiosity got the better of him.

“Uh…, yeah. Maybe just once.” Rick said as his hand disappeared under the table.

Brad touched his own hardening tent. He was getting aroused at the prospect of finally fulfilling his fantasy. He smiled.

“So…, uh…, what now?” Rick asked.

“There’s a big game tonight. You can come over to my house. The girls hate sports.” He said as he looked at his son-in-law. “They’ll probably go shopping or something.” He explained.

“All right. I’ll see you at your house. And remember, just this one time.” Said Rick bitterly. “We are not…, you know. That one word.” He was trying not to say gay.

“Right.” Brad said as his blood rushed to his penis. “This is just…, an experiment.” He proclaimed.

Both men left for work after they cooled themselves down and were able to make themselves presentable again. Time couldn’t have passed any slower if it tried.

Soon, Brad was at home before he knew it. He told Ellen’s mom that there would be a big game today, and that Rick and he were going to watch it. As expected, she groaned, and immediately made plans for shopping and dinner with her daughter. They both hated sports with a passion. So it was settled.

The men watched as their wives left. They waited. The TV was already on the game channel. Brad closed and locked the door. Rick watched as the car sped off. Then, he closed the curtain. He looked at Brad, and smiled.

Brad flipped through the TV until he found what he was looking for. It was a gay porn flick. The men were kissing furiously right now.

“Remember,” Brad said as his face flushed and he started to be aroused. “we’re only doing this…, once.”

“Right.” Rick said as he took his shirt and pants off. Now he was in his boxers. “Just once. Who knows. We might not even like it.” he said as he looked back at the TV. The men had gotten undressed, and were furiously rubbing their cocks together.

Brad took off his clothes as well. He was now down to his boxers. He was so nervous. He looked down at Rick and saw that his boxers held a prominent bulge. He smiled as their gazes met.

“Relax, dad.” Rick said making him harden even more. “We probably won’t even like it.” he said as he walked forward.

Soon, the two men were kissing. Brad moaned softly as escort kayaşehir he felt Rick press his tongue against his lips. Brad opened his mouth, and they both started making out. Soon, Brad was rubbing Rick’s thick meat through his boxers. Rick reached over and did the same. The men stood there, kissing and stroking each other passionately. It felt so natural, and so arousing. This was better than being with his wife, Brad thought. Rick was thinking the same thing.

The men went and sat down on the couch, and watched the TV. The men on the screen were now getting into a sixty-nine.

“Let’s go to my room.” Brad said as he turned the TV to the sports channel and to the weather channel. He flipped it back to the sports channel, and turned it off.

Both men walked into the room, and took off their boxers. Brad lay down on the bed, and Rick wasted no time in climbing on top of him. He was taking both their dicks and stroking them together. It was sending shocks through both of the men. Both of them started kissing again.

Soon, they both started touching all over the other’s bodies. They had gathered a rhythm and were both humping the other making their cocks rub on each other.

“I think I’m gonna cum.” Brad moaned.

Rick got off him, and got between his legs. Before Brad could say anything, Rick was sucking the very tip of Brad’s cock into his mouth.

“Oh! That’s so sensitive! I’m gonna cum, son!” he moaned. “Oh, yeah! Let your daddy shoot in your mouth!”

Before they both knew it, Brad was exploding into Rick’s mouth. Rick swallowed most of it, and held on to some.

He quickly climbed back on top of Brad, and kissed him. They had seen this on a movie once. The practice of snow balling was supposed to be very arousing for some people. Rick and Brad kissed, and Brad felt his cum falling into his mouth. He moaned as he felt himself get hard instantly. They kissed, and shared the cum between each other for a couple minutes as they humped some more. They both split the cum in half and swallowed it.

“That was hot.” Brad moaned. “Having you pin me down, and do this to me is really actually a turn on.” He moaned.

“Yeah.” Rick said as he lay there gasping for breath. “I want you to do that to me.” He requested.

They traded spots, and Brad was on top of Rick in no time. He was furiously rubbing his cock with his son-in-laws, as Rick trembled beneath him. He moaned as they made out. Rick suddenly pushed away.

“Daddy!” he moaned. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh yeah.” Brad said as he got off Rick and dove down. “Shoot in your daddy’s mouth!” He moaned seductively as he took Rick’s meat into his mouth.

“Yeah!” Rick moaned. “Yeah! I’m cumming!” Rick shouted as he exploded all over Brad’s throat. “Shit! Shit yeah!” he shouted. “Fuck.” He gasped as he came down from his orgasm.

Brad was playing with his son-in-law’s cum as he climbed back on top of him. He pressed his lips to Rick’s, and they started to snow ball again. Both of them moaning loudly as they lay there, bumping their crotches together. Once again, they both swallowed a little bit of the load before they pulled away.

As if they knew what the other one was thinking, they got into a sixty-nine. Both of them took the other in to their mouth, and started sucking gently at first. Then they each started spanking the other, and found the arousal mounting if possible, even higher. Soon, they had red asses, and were cumming hard in the other’s mouth.

“So,” Brad asked as they both lay down beside each other. “Did you like it?” he asked.

“Only if you did.” Rick said as he closed his eyes.

“Only if you did.” Brad said as he also closed his eyes.

“So, does that mean we’re gay?” Rick asked.

“I don’t know.” Said Brad as they both turned to each other. “I mean, I’m married, and you’re married to my daughter.” He sighed. “This is all so confusing.” He said bitterly.

“I know.” Rick said softly. “We got to fulfill a fantasy, so, we should just not do it again.” Said Rick softly.

“Yeah.” Brad said as he looked at Rick’s cock. “It’s not like we liked it or anything.” He said as he looked into the boy’s eyes.

“Yeah.” Rick said as he looked back. “It’s not like we liked it.”

Brad looked at the clock. “The game’s still on, and the girls won’t be back for another hour or so.” He said smiling. “Wanna go watch the game?” he asked.

“Do you?” Rick asked.

“Not really.” Said Brad as he looked at Rick.

“I don’t either.” Said Rick as he looked at Brad’s genitals.

“Wanna…, fool around some more?” he asked softly.

“Well, I mean, this is the last time we’re doing it. I mean, we said we were only doing it once.” Rick said smiling at his father-in-law. “So…, might as well enjoy it.”

They both got into a furious make out session, and jacked each other off. When it was time for them to cum, they got into a sixty-nine session, and exploded inside the other’s mouths.

“That was nice. I guess.” Rick said as he and Brad escort anadolu yakası walked back to the living room and got dressed.

The girls came home fifteen minutes later. Soon, Rick and Ellen left.

That night, both men slept quite well. It was one of the best nights of their lives. They secretly hoped it would happen again.

Brad emailed Rick and told him that this was good, and thanked him. They decided they weren’t going to pursue the relationship any further. They both felt uncomfortable about betraying their wives. Especially Brad, since he was also betraying his daughter. Two months passed before they talked to each other through the computer again.

It was the week of Easter, and Brad suggested to Rick that they go fishing. Rick agreed. They said they were going to go to the river and catch some fish. Brad said he had reserved a cabin for them.

“I have an idea.” Rick said the following day as they ate in Brad’s car. “Why don’t we invite the girls.” He suggested. “If they come along, we’ll just…, not do anything. If they choose not to come…, it’s a sign that we should do it again.” He said in a business-like manner.

“Right!” Brad said as he perked up. “Yeah! It’s like…, eenee Meenee Miny. Only, not really.” He said smiling. “I mean, it’s not like we’ve been thinking about it. Or anything. It’s just…”

“…That’s how the cards fall.” Said Rick filling in. “I mean, we don’t really like it, but our wives are not very good in bed.”

“Right!” Brad said overly enthusiastic. “If they don’t come, we go for it. If they do come, we don’t go for it, and it’ll be a sign that we should lay off.”

Brad told his wife about the fishing trip and suggested they come along. She said no. She hated the ocean, and she detested raw fish. So she said that she’d just go over to her daughter’s house and stay there the weekend. Brad told her they would be back right after Easter.

‘It’s done. My wife said no.’ Brad wrote in a text to Rick.

‘Ellen said no, as well. She said she wants me gone so she can prepare the taxes.’ Rick wrote.

‘Then, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, at the crack of dawn.’ Brad wrote.

Rick sent him a picture of his hard dick to let him know he was aroused. Brad did the same.

‘Oh yeah. I can use this to jack off tonight.’ Rick wrote back.

‘I know. I’ll be thinking about you the whole time.’ Brad wrote back as he felt himself get harder.

The next day, Brad and his wife got up early in the morning. Brad ate some breakfast, and they packed their suit cases ready to leave. Brad had put a jockstrap in his suit case. Luckily, his wife hadn’t seen it. He hoped Rick had gotten one too.

The men met at Ellen’s house a half an hour later. It was going to be the best time of their lives.

They said good bye to the ladies, and left as quickly as they could. They made it to the river, and their cabin. They were going to catch fish, but that could wait for later. They walked into the cabin and put their suitcases down.

Rick and Brad were out of their clothing in record time. They tossed aside their boxers and pants and shirts as they climbed into the bed.

Rick and Brad began to kiss furiously. Both of them reaching out to grasp the other’s cock.

“Oh, I’ve missed you, daddy.” Rick moaned.

“Fuck yeah.” Brad moaned as he started to stroke the boy’s hard cock. “I wanna try something new today, sexy stud.” Brad suggested.

“Yeah?” Rick asked as they both started to touch all over each other. “What’s that?” he asked as he started pinching Brad’s nipples gently.

Brad jumped at the feeling. “I brought along a jockstrap.” He said softly. “We can try the routine we saw on the porn flick the other day.” He suggested.

“Oo. That sounds hot.” Rick said as he bent down and started rubbing their cocks together. “Someone’s leaking all over the place.” He said as he rubbed the cum into his balls from Brad’s cock. “I was actually thinking the same thing.” Rick said smirking. “I brought a jockstrap too.”

“Great minds think alike.” Brad said as he smiled at his son-in-law. “But right now, I wanna just kiss you and enjoy some frottage.” Brad said as he kissed Rick and pinched his nipples gently as well.

“Sounds nice.” Rick said as he turned onto his back. “Come on, stud. Climb on top and do me.” Rick moaned. “I’ve missed you.”

Brad climbed on top of him and they both started up a fast rhythm. Since Brad was already leaking precum, it leaked into Rick’s thighs and down the crack of his ass. They both started making out. Brad stuck his tongue into Rick’s mouth and searched it out thoroughly. Rick was moaning the whole time. Brad was moaning as he kissed Rick with passion and want. He was so horny, he thought he’d just cum right there.

They stopped kissing, and Brad informed Rick he was about to cum. This time, Brad shot it all over Rick’s balls, just like Rick wanted. It was a big load, and they both moaned loudly as it hit Rick’s balls. He sighed as he lay there escort avrupa yakası with the cum pooling up near the place where his thighs met.

“I want you to climb on top of me, now.” Brad requested as he and Rick traded spots. They saw that there was a stain on the sheets, and smiled.

“Love making is messy.” Brad said as Rick looked at it quizzically.

“Yeah.” Rick said as he climbed on top of his father-in-law.

They started rubbing their genitals together again. Since Rick was covered in Brad’s cum, it rubbed all over their cocks, and some made its way into their stomachs as well. They started kissing, and Rick was the one with his tongue jammed into Brad’s mouth now. Both of them humping furiously. The bed was squeaking as they humped.

Rick came up for air. “I’m gonna cum, daddy!” he moaned. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

Rick shot his load all the way into Brad’s balls. The load was huge, and pooling on Brad’s balls just like it had done when Brad shot his load on his son-in-law’s balls. They both smiled as they lay there, breathing hard.

“It’s time for the surprise.” Brad said as they both got up.

They both went and dug in their suit cases, and pulled out their jockstraps. When they got into them, they both walked over to each other. Brad wrapped his arms around his son-in-law and pressed them both together. It was the most amazing feeling. They both collapsed on the bed, Rick on top of his father-in-law.

“Yeah!” Brad moaned as his basket rubbed against Rick’s. “Take me!” he moaned. “Fuck yeah!”

They both rubbed the baskets together, feeling their orgasm approaching. The feelings were intense. Soon, Rick and Brad were kissing again. Both tongues dueled and swirled around the other’s mouth. Before they could stop and warn the other, the cum started flowing. Brad and Rick became a mass of writhing, moaning, leaking limbs and sweat. It was the most amazing thing the men had ever experienced. They both loved the feeling.

Brad and Rick got off the bed and examined their jockstraps. The baskets were soaked in cum. They took them off, and switched. This time, Brad was on top of his son-in-law.

They began the routine again. Rubbing their baskets on top of the other, and kissing furiously. The bed was squeaking gently as they lay there in the newfound feeling. It was so amazing. Once again, they both came before they could warn the other. As the men shot all over their jockstraps, the kissing intensified. It was the most amazing sex Rick and Brad had ever had.

“I love it.” Brad said as he got up.

“Let’s do a sixty-nine.” Rick suggested. “I want to lick all that cum off you.”

So they took off their wet articles of clothing, and got into the position. Both men were licking furiously, and trying to clean each other as best as they could. It was sensual and amazing. They didn’t want to stop. Soon, both of them took the other’s cock in their mouths, and shot their load down the other’s throat. It was good.

“We should take a shower, and go fishing.” Brad said after they were done. “The girls are gonna wonder where the fish are.”

They did just that. They slept that night like babies.

They originally said they were going to be back late, but ended up returning earlier than planned. There had been a storm. It bummed the men out, because they really wanted to just stay with each other. But they couldn’t. Oh well. There would be other times.

It was the first week in June, and Rick and Brad found out they both had it off. They texted each other trying to decide if they wanted to make plans or not. Finally, they decided on the usual tie breaker. They would ask the girls if they wanted to go with them. If the girls came along, they would not do anything. If not, they would do something together. So it was decided.

Brad texted Rick that night, and told him that his wife had said no. So, they agreed to go fishing the next day.

Brad dropped his wife off at her daughter’s house that day, and both men were off before the girls could change their minds. The drive to the cabin was long and tedious. But it was all going to be worth it.

“This will be the last time.” Rick said as they parked and turned off the engine. “After this, we will not meet again. This is just goodbye sex.” He proposed.

“Yeah. Right. After this, we are off this stuff, for good.” Brad agreed as they grabbed their bags and locked up the car. “We are not gay.” He muttered as they headed to their cabin.

“Right.” Rick said as he and Brad made sure the doors were locked.

They put their bags down, and both undressed quickly. Rick pulled out the bottle of KY that he’d stashed in his bag. He smiled as he came over to Brad and they laid on the bed.

“Since this is our last time, we should take time to enjoy ourselves.” Rick said as Brad saw the bottle of lube.

“By enjoying ourselves, you mean you want me to put my cock up your ass?” he asked.

“Exactly.” Rick said smiling.

“I thought so. No.” Brad said as he turned away from the boy.

“Come on, dude! We’re only going to have this one week to ourselves, and really good sex. We might as well enjoy it.” Rick said as he tried to get his way.

“Is it even clean in there? I don’t wanna pull my dick out and get shit dick.” Brad said bitterly.

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