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My name is Rick. My girlfriend Janey and I love traveling. It was her first time in New York. I’ve been one other time, but this was her first.

We had just finished dinner and not a few drinks at some sports bar near Times Square. We wandered through the Square laughing at all the weirdos and dodging the tourists.

We were looking for some Irish pub someone on the subway told us about.

“I think it’s this way,” Janey said as she yanked me down a side street. I was more than a little tipsy, so I stumbled that way. We were having fun wandering the streets and laughing and kissing and touching each other in public. Being a little naughty.

That’s when she saw the video arcade.

Uh-oh.

I knew what the big neon 25-cent sign in the window meant. Glory holes. I already started to feel myself get a little hard.

Janey reached over and rubbed my dick through my slacks. I pulled her hand away. She gave me a devilish grin that made me even harder.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. I stopped her.

“What are you doing?”

“I know you fantasize about glory holes.” I was instantly embarrassed, but my dick stayed rock hard. “If you don’t clear your browser history, you’re essentially telling me what you like.”

I started to think I might be in trouble.

“We’ll go in here. You go in one booth and I’ll go in the other. I’ll blow you while you watch nasty gay porn on the video screen.”

I couldn’t believe this. It wasn’t anything I’d ever imagined before, but I loved that my girlfriend thought of it.

“Probably the closest you’ll ever get to whatever it was you were fantasizing about?”

“You’re serious?”

She rubbed my cock, which was so hard it would be impossible to hide my thick 8 inch pole from anyone who passed by.

“Fuck it.”

She cheered.

We went inside. If I were here alone, I’d do the whole ruse of looking throughout the store before “discovering” the door to the glory hole booths. But Janey wasted no time. She dragged me right up to the counter, my hard-on visible to the half dozen or so men wandering the store and the cute tattooed woman behind the counter.

“Gimme two rolls of quarters,” Janey said.

My eyes bulged. “That’s a lot.”

Janey just grinned.

She paid, got the quarters and led me through the door.

It was dark in the small hallway and it took a second for my eyes to adjust. Only blacklights provided any visibility. Once my eyes adjusted, I could see that there were 5 doors on either side of the hallway.

Janey went for the first door. She motioned for me to go into the next booth. I did and then I shut and locked the door behind me. Well, I tried to lock it, but it seemed Bostancı Escort to be broken. I shut the door tightly. People don’t want to share booths, that’s what the hole is for. Anonymity.

I could see light flickering through the glory hole from Janey’s booth. She was already picking out her porn.

At that point, I realized that there was another glory hole on the other side of my booth. Oh well, I guess some guy will get to watch my ass while Janey blows me.

I turned on my screen and pumped in all the quarters. I didn’t want to be distracted or out of reach of the TV later.

From Janey’s booth, I heard the porn she was listening to. It was a cuckold porn where a woman had her husband sucking her lover’s big black cock. I was instantly at my maximum hardness. I loved how nasty Janey was getting. This was a side of her I’d only seen hints of before tonight. I found the same cuckold porn channel Janey was watching and put it on. I could hear the echo. It enhanced the experience.

I took my clothes off and stroked my cock a few times. I was already ready. Precum oozed from the tip. I rubbed my hand over it and stuck them in my mouth. I liked the taste.

I stepped forward and stuck my cock through the hole to Janey’s booth. I heard an excited squeal and her hand immediately grabbed my cock. Behind me, I heard the door to the next booth open and close. I didn’t care if somebody stared at my ass. Janey licked the tip of my cock and I moaned loudly. She giggled.

Then she deep throated me. I almost came, but I didn’t want the night to be over that quickly. Janey gave the best head I’d ever gotten and she could deep throat me almost instantly any time.

I think I’m in love.

I felt her start bobbing on my cock. Back and forth. Her juicy mouth sucking me, her amazing tongue playing with the head. It was everything I could do not to cum.

I heard the door in the booth behind me open again. I guess the guy got tired of looking my ass. I didn’t care, I had never been more turned on than Janey blowing me through the glory hole. Fantasy fulfilled.

Or so I thought.

I froze when the door to my booth suddenly opened. I guess the lock was actually broken. I couldn’t say anything or act surprised, because I didn’t want Janey to know. She kept sucking me and I was still hard as a rock.

I looked up to see an average looking man in his 40s standing there. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him. I wanted him to leave, but I couldn’t figure out a way to get him to go without alerting Janey.

He eyed me hungrily as he looked at my ass. He was wearing very loose running shorts and I could see his hard cock tenting them in the front. He wasted no time Ümraniye Escort and pulled the shorts down below his balls.

I’d never seen a guy do that in person before, but I always thought it was super hot when guys in porn did it. If I weren’t connected to my girlfriend in the next booth, I might just have dropped to my knees and started sucking him.

He jerked himself a couple of times and he was at least 6 and a half inches hard. Nice size. Nice head. My mouth actually started watering. My cock swelled in Janey’s mouth. I wasn’t going to cum yet, but I was growing more excited every second. Janey sucked me harder. I moaned again.

The man stepped closer and started rubbing my ass. I didn’t stop him. I don’t know why. It felt good. But I wanted him to touch me.

He rubbed me a bit more and then he wet his finger with his mouth, sucking it in like a cock. He took the wet finger and worked it into my ass. It felt so good I had to close my eyes not to explode in Janey’s mouth.

He worked another finger into me and it started to feel really good. Then he pulled out. I opened my eyes to see him lining up his condom-covered cock with my asshole.

He was going to fuck me.

He rubbed some lube onto his cock. I’d never had anything bigger than a few fingers up there, but that was very much about to change. I didn’t stop him. He plunged into me, easily going balls deep. I could feel his balls hit mine. I yelped and Janey giggled. She started sucking harder.

The man pulled out and then pushed back in. He started going faster. In mere seconds, I unloaded in Janey’s mouth. And not just a little bit of cum, a lot. She swallowed it all as I moaned.

The man kept fucking me. Not rough, but fast and hard. I loved it. I stayed hard as a rock. Janey took her mouth off my cock.

I freaked out. The man whose cock was pistoning in and out of me had been completely quiet, but he wasn’t close to coming yet, and nothing was going to stop him. Janey was going to find me out.

All of a sudden a felt the wetness of her mouth surround my cock again. I sighed with relief and started to relax again. The man’s cock was rubbing my prostate and I was feeling about as much pleasure as possible.

That’s when the door swung open and Janey was standing there. Her eyes went wide when she saw that cock push into my ass, but she kept her mouth shut.

Who was sucking my dick? It couldn’t be Janey. She walked up to us. The man fucked me harder as she came closer. He wanted to put on a show.

Janey reached up and grabbed me by the back of my head. She pulled me down to kiss her. The second her tongue went into my mouth, I could start to taste my own massive load as she fed Kartal Escort it back to me.

I came again, filling the mouth of the… it had to be another man. That made me spurt several more times.

Janey pulled back and a string of cum slipped from her mouth to mine. The man fucking me saw this and his orgasm began.

He pulled out and whipped off his condom. I spun around and dropped to my knees.

Janey pulled up the front of her dress and jammed her hand into her panties. She vigorously started rubbing her clit. That got both me and the man hotter.

“Go baby, go.” She said with jagged breath.

He jerked himself a few times and he came. The first spurt hit my cheek and I loved the feeling, but I lunged forward because I wanted all of his cum in my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Janey said as she rubbed her self to the first of several orgasms over the next few minutes.

The man’s cock pulsed over and over, filling my mouth so much my cheeks bulged out. I started cumming again.

“Fuck yeah! Take that cum!” Janey hissed.

The man forced his cock towards the back of my throat, but I backed off because I wanted to be able to taste it. He kept pulsing shot after shot of cum into my mouth. Janey came again. I was in heaven.

The door opened and two more guys were standing there.

“Hell yeah,” Janey said. These guys already had their cocks out and were wanking themselves as they stared and watched me lick the tip of the first guy’s cock clean.

The next guy through the doorway waved his cock and me, questioningly.

“Yes.”

He shoved his cock in my mouth and I sucked as hard as I could. Janey came again.

The new guy pulled out and started cumming, his 7-inch uncut dick exploding on my face. He pulled the foreskin back and hot white cum hit my face over and over again. I loved the feeling of it raining down on my face.

The last guy pushed his way past Janey to get to me.

“That’s so hot,” she said.

The man shoved his 8 inch cock in my mouth and instantly came. I swallowed every bit as I moaned. I couldn’t get enough.

Janey came over and dropped to her knees. She kissed me directly on the mouth and tried to lick the cum off my lips and face. I fought back and tried to keep as much as I could, including licking it back off her lips when she got some all over her now-messy mouth.

The guys moved out of the room to give us privacy. The guy who fucked me stuck his card in my pants pocket.

“Thank you.”

“You are the hottest man I’ve ever met,” Janey said. She hiked her dress up, pulled her frilly pink panties aside and plunged her hot, moist cunt onto my cock. We both came as we continued to share the come of the men who had enjoyed me.

“Let’s do this again,” I said.

She nodded vigorously as she rode my cock. “And other things.”

I got excited. “Like what?”

“No spoilers.”

She laughed. We kissed. And I licked a big drop of cum from her bottom lip as she grinned.

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I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. I can’t stop staring at everyone’s dicks.

I know that sounds weird. But I guess it’s not weirder than having an ass that grows and leaks lube. But I’m serious. I can’t stop myself.

I felt like shit about what I did to Mark. I mean, granted, he definitely had a good time, but since then I realized that he definitely had a crush on me. After what happened with Sammy, I didn’t want another repeat of the blowup. I thought that if we kept hanging out, Mark would get the wrong idea and I didn’t want to lead him on. But, I was too embarrassed to say anything to him after the locker room, so I just started avoiding him every chance I could get.

He tried to approach me a couple of times, but I just hightailed it in the opposite direction to get away. One time I saw him looking really sad and lonely, and I felt bad. But, I couldn’t risk a repeat of what happened in the locker room. So, I just counted my blessings that Mark also planned on keeping what happened between us a secret. If anyone found out, they might get the wrong idea!

Anyways, staring at everyone’s dicks: at first it was just Mark. And it was hard NOT to stare at Mark’s dick, because, you know, he’s half freaking donkey or whatever. I thought after we… did stuff, I would get it out of my system. I would get Sammy out of my system. I would get that itch in my big, fat juicy bubble butt out of my system. But instead, it seemed to have just made everything worse.

I couldn’t talk to my bros. No matter what I did, my eyes would go straight to their crotches and I just couldn’t pull them away. I’d been spending less time with them, not wanting to give them the wrong idea. And now that Sammy and I aren’t speaking to each other, it felt like the entire team had rallied behind him. I had nobody.

I couldn’t focus in class. I was even staring at Mr. Hartman’s freaking crotch during the history lecture. I knew he was a real hardass, ex-military, a lieutenant or something, and he had a big beefy build, but why did his pants have to be so fucking tight? Fuck, it looked like he was kinda packing and for some reason that got me all excited, and then I had to go the bathroom to take care of my leaking hole.

So there I was, kneeling on the handicap toilet as always, fingering my pu-… my asshole. I hadn’t gotten caught yet (besides that first time by Sammy), so I figured I was in the clear. But I must have totally missed the sound of the door opening again, cuz I was so lost in scraping three fingers against that nub in my hole sending shivers down my spine.

I heard somebody clear their throat. It sounded like it was right outside the door to the stall I was in. Oh fuck. Busted.

I covered my mouth and tried to muffle my moaning. I just couldn’t bring myself to take my fingers out of my ass though. I tried to stop it, I tried to not wiggle them, but I just NEEDED that itch inside me to get scratched, I knew I was going to go completely fucking nuts if I didn’t take care of it. I wasn’t sure I could stop myself from jumping someone else. Oh fuck, what if I jumped one of my bro’s bones like I did to Mark? No, that can’t happen.

Somebody knocked on the door. Fuck, I had to stop. I finally coaxed my fingers out of my hole, a burp of juice dripping out of my hole following their removal. I grabbed my shorts and pulled them back over my ass, straining again, cuz it seemed like my ass STILL wasn’t done growing.

I waited for a couple of seconds, hoping that whoever it was would take the hint and just go away. But then I heard a couple more knocks. I looked down at the bottom of the door, and saw some nasty, grimy boots. Who the fuck would wear those?

Finally, I caved. I unlocked the stall and was about to push it open when it was suddenly flung open. My jaw dropped at who was standing in front of me.

It was that janitor I saw around school a bunch. The old, gruff black guy with white hair and a bald spot. I had no idea what his name was. It probably said it on his uniform, but I couldn’t bring my eyes to look anywhere else except his crotch. Because, fuck, the dude was HUGE. Not as big as Mark, obviously, but there was an unmistakably very large, very prominent sausage snaking down his jumpsuit. Oh fuck. Was I drooling? If I wasn’t drooling from my mouth, I was definitely drooling from my ass. Yup, I could feel the telltale drip of juice down my leg.

The creepy old janitor dude looked at me all pissy. Fuck, what did I do!?

“So you’re the one that has been leaving the bathroom a mess.”

I gulped. Oh shit.

“Do you think I like cleaning up after you, boy?” His deep voice tore into me. “You think I wanna scrape your teen scum off the walls and mop up your spill?”

I gulped again, and tried to stammer out a reply. “N-n-no, sir.” I still couldn’t take my eyes off his crotch, and I swear I saw his package twitch a little bit.

“You’ve been going around leaving puddles of your fucking cunt slop all over school!”

Cunt slop? How Anadolu Yakası Escort much did this guy even know? And why can’t I stop staring at his dick??

“You fucking slut.”

Startled at his words, I was finally able to pull my eyes away from his quickly growing package, only to be met with a filthy glare. Holy shit, he caught me looking.

It was like I was hypnotized as I saw him slowly, tantalizingly, pull down the zipper to his jumpsuit and haul out his big, fat, long, nearly pitch-black cock. The head was pink and throbbing with a bubble of pre-cum forming at the tip.

My nostrils flared in response, as if it were inviting in the scent of this gross old guy. His smell was sour and stale at the same time – urine and sweat and bleach and the unmistakable tang of cum, oh god. My knees buckled as his cock grew and grew, and almost immediately he was full mast. Fuck, it was enormous, it looked… fuck, it looked like it could scratch that itch in me so good.

“Fucking tired of you being a tease. Walking around with that fat ass of yours, boy. Gonna have to teach you a lesson in respect. Turn around.”

I hesitated. Was I really going to listen to him? The fucking nerve of this gross old dude, as if he had any authority of me. He was just a fucking janitor. But fuck, that cock, THAT COCK, it made my brain feel all mushy and hazy and I could feel the itch inside my ass going haywire, twitching like crazy as my hole burped out more (what did he call it?) cunt slop into my shorts.

“I said ‘turn around’, boy, don’t make me ask you again.”

It was like I wasn’t in control of my body. I obediently turned around, facing the toilet, and pulled my shorts down. As I tugged at the tight material, causing my ass flesh to jiggle, I could hear the janitor let out a hiss. When I knelt down on the toilet seat and spread my ass cheeks, exposing my gaping, yawning hole to this filthy stranger, I heard a deep growl of “fuck”.

Oh god, was I really going to do this? Let this gross dude fuck me? Mark was one thing, Mark was fucking harmless, but this guy, the way he spoke to me, the way he looked at me. Fuck, I felt like he saw me as just a sex toy to get him off. I’ve never been looked at like that before…

But fuck, I wasn’t sure if I wanted it, but my ass sure did. I couldn’t stop the stream of juice, it was like a waterfall down my taint and plip plopping into the toilet bowl. I was so fucking empty, I just wanted more than anything to stick something inside me and scratch that itch, make it all stop.

And when I felt something warm and heavy slap against my lower back, I knew exactly what that something was. The janitor tapped the top of my ass with his enormous tool, leaving splatters of pre-cum on my cheeks. Fuck, why was he teasing me? Why wasn’t he just getting it over with?

“You want this, jock slut? You always walkin’ around like you’re the straightest boy in town. But you’re not fooling anyone, showing off that fat ass. Staring at every cock that comes within 10 feet of you. You’re a cuntboy. Fucking admit it!”

*SMACK*

He slapped my fat ass, sending my cheeks into a jiggling fury as I whined. I wanted to protest what he was saying, telling him he was totally wrong, it wasn’t my fault, it was my fucking ass, my fucking itchy, leaking ass.

“I’m not a faggot!” I said, but it was mixed in with a moan of such neediness I didn’t even know was inside me. I felt so hollow, I just wanted him to put it in already so this torture would stop.

“‘Not a faggot’. Who do you think you’re kidding? Fat ass like this. You slurping up every dick you can get. Bet you just want to bend over and let all the boys in school form a line behind you, don’t you?”

“N-no!!” It was meant to be a scream, meant to be intimidating to show this janitor dude that I was the alpha stud here, that he couldn’t talk to me like that. But again, it was like my voice was replaced by a needy, whiny bitch voice. Fuck, I sounded like a bitch.

“STOP LYING BOY!”

*SMACK*

Another hand came down on my ass, this time harder than before, I could feel my ass cheeks bounce again as it stung from the rough contact. I heard another moan escape my lips. God, just stop fucking with me, put it in already!

“FINALLY, you admit it.”

What? No. No! I said “Put it in already!” out loud!!

“Don’t worry boy, I’m gonna give you what you need. If you say it.”

I gasped, my throat felt constricted. I didn’t want to say it. I couldn’t say it. Oh god.

“I’m… I’m…”

“FUCKING SAY IT!” He boomed at me.

“I’m a jock slut. I’m a tease. I want cock in my ass.” I felt like I was on the verge of tears, the words stung my throat as they exited my body. I couldn’t believe I was saying this. It wasn’t true, it wasn’t I swear!

“You gotta learn your lesson boy. Lesson number one. This isn’t an asshole. No.” I gasped as I felt his cockhead finally, finally push against my hole, and there was no resistance, my hole spread and accepted Avrupa Yakası Escort him immediately, my ass walls pulling him in, my juice providing enough lubrication for him to slide his long, fat cock all the way to the base as I felt it rub against that itchy spot in my ass.

I felt his hot, rank breath in my ear, his body pressed up against my back. “This is a pussy, boy. That’s what you have. It’s a pussy meant for taking dick and swallowing cum. Just accept it!”

I wanted to scream NO! No, actually, I wanted to fight this gross old guy off, and beat the shit out of him or run away or fuck I wish Sammy was here, he would know what to do, no I didn’t want Sammy to see me like this, that would be…

“FUCK!” I screamed as the janitor grabbed my hips and started pumping his fat cock in and out of me. He was pounding me so hard, the slap slap sounds of flesh on flesh filling the bathroom. He was rough. Much rougher than Sammy ever was. He clearly didn’t care about if he hurt me or not, he was using me. I was being used. I was a fucking sex toy to this twisted pervert. It almost made me miss Sammy’s gentler style. Almost.

His cock dove into my squishy flesh, my… my pussy, as I squeezed around it involuntarily. Maybe if I made this guy cum, it would all be over and I could get away, forget this ever happened. But fuck, why did I want this gross perv to cum inside me so badly? The thought repulsed me, made me want to gag, but also I could just feel my pussy going crazy, like it was chanting “cum in me, cum in me, cum in me” over and over.

“Fucking slut, this is Grade-A pussy. World class. Shame you’ve been keeping it under wraps. Everybody deserves to get a shot at this cunt. And you wouldn’t turn them away, would you? You’re such a whore that you’d open up those cheeks and let anybody slide their cock up your fat ass.”

“NO!” A strangled protest came out of my throat, but it was so low and guttural I don’t know if the janitor even heard it.

I was just losing myself as his huge fat cock dug inside me, battering against that itchy spot with every thrust, sending shivers down my spine and making me buck wildly. Fuck, why was I pushing my ass back against him, why was I rolling my hips in pleasure every time he hit that spot, like it was a button inside of me?

Even as disgusted as I felt, my pussy felt amazing. God, it was so hungry, it was so happy to get stuffed with such a fat, long cock. And I thought the janitor would be so big that I couldn’t take it, but I guess after Mark I proved that my hole could really take a beating.

I’m not gay. I wasn’t a slut. I didn’t have a pussy. I didn’t want every guy to bend me over and fuck me like a bitch, dump their loads up my cunt and then step aside to let the next one in. No, he was wrong. Right?

I was fighting a losing battle here, my mind going mushy with every thrust, my protests getting smashed to pieces like my insides were getting battered by that nasty dick. I grabbed onto the back of the toilet seat and held on for dear life, my knuckles going white, as the janitor started pounding even harder, somehow, my wet, warm, sloppy walls happily parted as he rammed into me.

I squeezed and clenched my pussy with all my might, as my poor pink little ring was stretched beyond reason by that nasty janitor’s monster tool. I tried to tune out all the shitty things he was saying about me. It was just me getting what I needed, nothing more. I wasn’t any of the things he said I was.

“Nice tight little gash in between such fat cheeks. FUCK! Every time I saw you in the halls, this booty fucking bouncing everywhere, ready to burst out of your bitch booty shorts, I almost bust a nut right then and there. I bet you’d love to twerk on this fat dick, I could call my brothas over, use that pussy like a whore, make those cheeks clap. Bet you’d like that, huh?”

I don’t know what it was, but that kinda made me picture my ass bouncing while I twerked. I mean, I’ve never tried, but my ass was bouncy enough already. I bet I’d be kinda good at it, actually.

The janitor continued his assault on my poor asshole, beating my pussy up with his tool like he didn’t give a shit about how I felt. I was being used just for his pleasure. The fact that every thrust made me see stars and sent electric shivers to my toes was completely unnecessary. He was going to use me and toss me aside, like a… like a whore.

Something about the way my pussy was squeezing his cock must have done something, because it wasn’t long before I heard, “Gonna fill your cunt up with my jizz, give you what you want, feed that pussy, right boy?”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Yeah, I needed him to cum in my ass, but not for the reason he thought! I don’t actually want all that hot, chunky nasty old man janitor sperm to spew out of his black monster cock and coat my insides, filling me up and providing a solution to that awful itch inside my twitching pussy.

But that’s exactly what happened anyways, İstanbul Escort as I felt the warm goo hit my insides, it was like my pussy was slurping it all up. I was horrified to look down and see my stomach expanding, my perfect rock solid six pack abs disappearing as the bloat from janitor’s cum grew and grew. Holy shit just how much jizz was he pumping into me? It felt like an entire bucket’s worth!

“OH FUUUUCK!!” I screamed, as my ass clenched and squeezed one last time, my pussy muscles grabbing onto his dick like a vice grip, forcing him to stop fucking me as he was completely balls deep.

I felt my pussy erupt, shooting out sprays of juice, sending my cunt slop flying everywhere, splatters of it on the ground and the toilet and even the walls. I was like a sprinkler, just shooting ass-juice all over the place.

“FUUUCK I’M CUMMING!!” I screamed in horror, as I realized my dick was hard. No, not just hard, it was actually cumming. I was cumming hands free from getting fucked by this creepy janitor!!

I was cumming harder than ever before, my entire world being rocked by an orgasm that just tore right through me. “AHHHHHH-

“-HHHHHHH!” I bolted upright as I opened my eyes. I looked around, expecting to still be in the bathroom at school. Instead, the morning light shone through my window, revealing my wall of trophies, my closet, my desk… I was in my room. I was laying in my bed. Shit, I hope Mom didn’t hear that scream.

Fuck, my bed was soaked. I pulled my sheets up and realized that I had, in fact, came in my sleep, my stomach plastered with my jizz. And even worse, it seemed like my ass had cummed as well, because my bed sheets were completely soaked, more than ever before, like somebody had dumped an entire tub load of lube onto them.

What the fuck was that? Was that a fucking dream? Did I have a wet dream about getting fucked by that nasty old guy?

I felt like I was having a heart attack, my chest was drumming. My whole body was in shivers. I couldn’t calm myself down, my breath was getting ragged. What the fuck was happening to me? And deep down, what I wanted the most was… I wanted my best bro back. I wanted Sammy to help calm me down with his deep voice and tell me everything was going to be OK. Sammy was always there for me, always supportive, always helping me out. Did I make a mistake?

Oh God. What the fuck was happening to me? I couldn’t take this any more. I needed help. I can’t do this alone.

What was happening to me? Why was my ass growing bigger and bigger, why was it leaking lube, why did I have this hunger inside me that only big dicks could satisfy? I wished I could go back to before any of this started. I turned to look at my trophy shelf… At the top was a picture of my first championship win, back in Little League. Sammy was standing right next to me, arm over my shoulder, and Coach Tom looked so proud.

Wait.

Coach Tom. I know who to turn to.

***

I must have been standing outside the door to Coach’s office for ages. My hand held up, ready to knock, but I was completely frozen in place. What was I even going to say? Hey Coach, my ass grew like crazy, then it started to leak lube, and now I can’t stop staring at everyone’s dicks and I had a wet dream about getting fucked by the school janitor. Would he even believe, or would he just call bullshit like Sammy did?

Finally I took a deep breath in and let my head knock against the door, then waited a couple of moments for Coach to answer. Maybe he wasn’t even in? The blinds in his office window were down, so I couldn’t see inside. Or maybe he was just in deep concentration working on his lesson plans or plays for the team.

“Come back during my office hours!” I heard Coach’s gruff voice ring out through the door. I knew he was all bark and no bite, Coach could be hard on us but he was always nice and wasn’t a drill sergeant like some other coaches.

“Coach?” I replied, hoping that he’d make an exception if it was me. I know that he wasn’t supposed to play favorites with his players, but he’s been my coach since little league, and I knew he had a soft spot for me. I trusted him, which is why I figured he was the one person I could turn to about this problem.

“Luke?… Come on in, Luke,” Coach responded.

Walking into Coach’s office was like crossing a threshold, it felt actually heavy so I could barely shuffle my feet forward, head hanging low and eyes focused on the floor tile. There was no way I was going to be able to look Coach in the eyes and tell him about what was going on.

Since this morning, my ass had been leaking overtime. Even though I was wearing a fresh pair of shorts, the back of them were already completely soaked, a huge wet spot. It was so uncomfortable to sit. I didn’t want Coach to see that before I had a chance to explain what it was, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. So, I made sure to face forward towards him and pressed my ass against the well. The slight pressure seemed to actually do something to me, just feeling something hard squeeze my ass cheeks had me twitching even more. Fuck what was wrong with me!?

“Luke, is everything alright?” I could hear the concern in his voice as he took a deep breath. He could clearly tell something was bothering me, Coach knew me so well.

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“Alright, Patrick. Forgive me for making you wait, my receptionist gave me the wrong set of files.” The therapist sat behind his desk, in front of me. “So, what brings you to me?” he asked, still organizing papers and giving me only a brief look.

“I’ve heard you’re good at hypnosis,” I said, anxiously looking down at the tips of my shoes. “I thought you could use it to help me…”

Doctor Reed raised his eyebrows as he finally focused his full attention on me. My heart began pounding. I was scared of what was about to happen.

“I suppose you could say I’m a decent hypnotizer,” he admitted. “Why would you like to be hypnotized, though?”

“To make myself more confident,” I responded without hesitation. For days I was overthinking this session, getting ready for what was to come. To a point, it made me emotionless.

I thought he would begin questioning me now, but surprisingly, he stood up and pointed me the cozy couch in the back of his room.

“Let’s continue here,” he offered. I sat down in the corner and he chose the place right next to me, in an armchair. “You seem rather nervous, Patrick, so if you consent, I’ll place you into a surface level trance. It should make you feel safe and relaxed, while allowing me to offer you the help you need.”

“Okay,” I nodded. “But I’m worried it won’t work on me.”

He smiled rather confidently.

“Don’t worry about that. There are multiple different ways of putting someone in a trance. Statistically, it takes about three to four tries on an average person and seven to nine on someone very resistant to influence. Help me by following my instructions and I will help you. Alright. Close your eyes, rest the back of your head against the backrest, release the tension from your muscles. I will now stand up, but you calmly remain that way.”

I heard the squeak of the leather as he stood up and then took place right next to me. It scared me a little bit, as I felt totally vulnerable, but I didn’t open my eyes.

“I’ll sit closer to you, so that you can hear me,” he whispered almost straight to my ear. His presence being so close to me felt odd; intimate. I smelled the scent of his cologne and in some weird way he seemed to be radiating cozy warmth that made me focus my full attention on him. “Listen to my voice. Ignore all the other sounds you may hear. You don’t need the ambience around you. You need only to listen to my voice,” he kept whispering gently in a slow, monotone way. “Allow your thoughts to become blank. Give up your consciousness, allow your instincts to be in power. Calm down your breath. Imagine a great, peaceful darkness, the same that you see when falling asleep. Don’t be afraid of it. Don’t be afraid to get lost in it. Let yourself to slowly drift away. Let yourself sink into the calming darkness. Don’t be afraid to do so, I’m here for you. Just keep listening to my voice. That way I can keep you safe. Safe and feeling good. Feeling good and relaxed. Don’t be afraid to let go but don’t feel pressured to do so either. You can doze off, take a short nap, regenerate. I’ll keep watch. Whatever your choice is, I’m here to keep you safe. You are protected. You’re taking short, slow breaths. Your body is adjusting to your relaxation. You’re sleeping, but you’re still hearing my voice. It’s not loud enough to wake you or bother you, but you can hear it just fine. You enjoy hearing my voice. You know that it means that you’re safe and protected. When you hear my voice, you can relax and let go. When you hear my voice, you have to listen.” Some pleasant warmth touched my chest in a light pressure, and began massaging it gently, sensually. “Relax… You must be so cozy right now. No cold or danger could touch you, because I’m here with you.” The warmth began spreading. It was now caressing my stomach, then my thighs, then touched my crotch. Wherever it showed, it left heat that wouldn’t disappear. “It’s so warm and nice as if you were sitting next to a fireplace. You can sense that warmth as it removes any cold you could sense.” The touch returned to my chest and it doubled on the warmth I felt before. I sensed droplets of sweat forming on my forehead, my armpits getting moist. “It looks like you’re becoming too warm… too hot… how about you stand up for a moment and take off your clothes? It will cool you down a bit…”

“Nooo…” I protested weakly, frowning.

“As you wish. Don’t worry about that. You won’t be forced to do anything against your will. You can trust me to keep you safe and protected.” Then yet another warm touch arrived to my chest, rubbing my body passionately and spreading the heat, slowly becoming unbearable. I could feel that one of the droplets on my forehead formed and slid down to drown in my eyebrow. “You’re safe and relaxed… you’re warm and protected… you can let go and sleep comfortably…” It wasn’t true. I couldn’t. It was too hot. Way too hot.

“It’s so hot…” I whispered.

“Would you like to take your clothes off to cool down?”

“No…”

“You can trust me, Patrick. I’m here to keep you safe and relaxed. I want you to feel good. Bostancı Escort You have nothing to be ashamed of. I’m a doctor, the sight of a naked body doesn’t impress me. Just make yourself comfortable and relax…”

I stood up and began undressing. I felt like ripping my clothes off but I lacked the strength to do it.

“Please, help me…” I moaned helplessly, not being able to even unbutton my shirt.

“As you wish. You just sit back and relax, I’ll free you from this heat.” I gasped in pleasure when he freed me from my shirt and the t-shirt under it. My torso felt fresh and cold, as if the hot day has ended and now it was the cool evening. It became even better when he released me from my pants, then from my sticky, sweaty underwear. Even when he removed my socks, my skin felt relief I could not describe with words. “You’re free now, Patrick. You can lie back and relax. You’re cool and safe. You don’t have to worry about anything. How do you feel, Patrick?”

“I feel great,” I said, smiling and spreading my arms comfortably, among the great, dark void, that was not endangering me, as the voice was protecting me. “But please, stay with me.”

“I’m not going to leave you, Patrick. You know you can trust me. You’re protected and loved. You deserve to feel good and relaxed. You deserve to rest.” As long as I was listening to the voice, it would keep me safe. As long as I was listening, I could relax. “Do you feel a little tickle, Patrick? Down in your body, it touches you very gently, barely noticeable, but slowly grows in strength as we speak. Do you sense it?”

I giggled.

“Yes,” I admitted cheerfully.

“While sudden and not expected, you’re so relaxed that you don’t feel the need to act on it. It’s as if a butterfly had landed on your body and started gently moving its colorful wings. You don’t feel like waking up your muscles, that feel so great being so relaxed, to scare the butterfly away. It’s not doing anything bad to you anyway. If it wanted to, I would scare it away, because I’m here to make you safe.” I giggled again, as the little tickle increased on intensity, but my body felt so heavy from the relaxation that I could not possibly act on it. “But as you slowly let the butterfly play on you, the innocent tickle becomes quite frustrating… It’s still a pleasurable sensation, but one that would be even more pleasurable if you could scratch the spot where it’s playing. But you can’t do it because you don’t want to harm this beautiful, colorful butterfly.” I could not see the butterfly, as it was playing under me, around my buttocks. It became really comfortable playing down there, but as the voice said, I didn’t want to hurt its wings by trying to stop it, so I helplessly endured it, chuckling. “Oh, the butterfly has flown away. But it seems the itch that he left still grows in you… You can reach your hand and scratch it now, though.”

I tried moving my arm but it jumped up like a fish out of water and immediately fell down. It was so heavy from relaxation that I could never reach the itching spot.

“Please, help me…” I asked.

“You wish me to scratch you, Patrick?”

“Yes…”

“As you wish. I’m reaching out to scratch that spot. I’m touching it. Can you feel it?” I felt his touch but it was in the wrong place. The itch was there but deeper.

“No…” I moaned weakly. “It’s deeper inside of me…”

“Hmmm… I can’t reach that far with my hand, Patrick. I could try scratching you with something else. Would you like that?” he asked gently. I kept curling my toes as the tickling sensation was becoming truly unbearable.

“Yes…”

“Okay. I will need you to relax now. Let me turn your thoughts off so hard that I will be the one breathing for you. I want you to slowly take a breath with me…” I followed him as he made the sound of slowly absorbing air through his nose. “Keep it… and slowly release it…” he kept guiding me and repeating it. I felt something down there pressing itself against me. The slow, calming breaths helped me to submit to it. I felt odd shiver of excitement when it entered me, finding less and less resistance with each breath I was releasing through my nose. I spread my legs further, enjoying the sensation of letting it enter me, deeper and deeper, towards that annoying itch.

And it finally reached it. I moaned from pleasure and satisfaction when that thing began itching my insides, bringing an overwhelming relief. At that moment I wanted it to stay inside me forever. It was filling me so well like it was the last missing piece of me. With it inside of me, I didn’t have to fear about any butterfly entering me and leaving an unbearable itch.

“This feels so good… you feel safe, relaxed, intact. Fully satisfied. Nothing stands in your way. You’re free and happy. Enjoy yourself. Think of nothing else. You’re in a bliss you deserve. It’s your time to regenerate. And I’m here to guide you, to help you, to protect you, to scratch you, to take care of you. You’re loved and cared for. You’re a beautiful person. A beautiful man. I would not want to be Ümraniye Escort anywhere else right now… Do you want to see how beautiful you are? That you’re thousand times prettier than that butterfly?”

“Yes… show me…” I begged through the pleasurable bliss.

“As you wish. I will now place my hand on your eyes, so don’t get startled by it.” I felt his big, warm hand gently touch my eyelids, my nose, my cheekbones and my forehead. It didn’t startle me, it was pleasant. “And once I remove my hand, you will open your eyes and see yourself, but you will remain calm, relaxed and confused. Remember that I’m here with you, keeping you safe and protected… I will count down, so you can prepare. Five… four… three… two… one…”

He slowly removed his hand from my face and I opened my eyes. The light overwhelmed me at first but I enjoyed seeing some images. They were not blurry, but my mind felt so heavy that I couldn’t recognize what I was seeing despite seeing it.

With time, I began understanding the images. I noticed two naked men lying on a leather couch, spooning each other, cuddling. The bigger one was older, had a hairy chest and a very handsome face that was now smiling in a relaxed way. The younger man in front of him was slimmer and shorter, had messy hair and nerdy glasses. The older man was lovingly rubbing the younger one’s chest, licking his neck, whispering something straight to his ear.

I frowned, trying to think through the fog of pleasure, happiness and comfort that was filling my mind. Who were these people? This question succeeded at bringing the sudden realization.

These men were us. I saw us in a mirror that showed up in front of us from nowhere. Somehow, doctor Reed was as naked as I was. I looked down at our crotches and moaned helplessly. I could see his hairy nutsack and just a little part of his hard penis; the rest of it was filling my asshole. He was moving his hips, penetrating me deeper with each thrust.

“What are you doing to me…?” I moaned weakly, trying to move my arm but it was still so heavy and numb that he overpowered me with a gentle move.

“I am doing something beautiful, Patrick. Something pleasurable and transient that will be forgotten once you leave my office. You won’t be aware of that, but what I did to you will be with you forever. That unsatisfied itch inside of you will come back, every time unexpected, and only a hard cock inside of you will be able to calm it down. It will drive you insane unless you obey it, so your mind became fully dependent on your instincts today. You will have to give yourself up to men, beg them to take you, plead on your knees so that they fill you… Do you remember why you came to my office, Patrick?”

I tried to think but it was really difficult. I kept looking at the base of his penis sinking in and out of me and at his huge balls touching my buttocks. Why did it feel so good to be fucked in the ass? Why wasn’t I scared?

“My roommates from my college dorm… bully me,” I said weakly, answering his question. “They’re a bunch of mean jocks… they see me as a pathetic beta male… I wanted to be more confident… so that I can stand up to them…”

“But you are a weak beta male, Patrick. This is who you are. You should cherish it. Men like you exist for men like me to enjoy and abuse you. Look at us. Look at how happy and relaxed we both are. You’re taking me inside of you like a champ. I’m so close to dumping my load in you… And that’s all your doing. Your tight ass feels like it was made for me.” He kissed my ear with a smile and began whispering into my ear. “You can never say ‘no’ to them again, Patrick. This is the only acceptable method of dealing with bullies for boys like you — display of obedience, open acknowledgment of their superiority, loyal and devoted service, willing and eager participation in any humiliating game they come up with… You have to understand that they’re not bullying you for personal reasons. They just need it. Their nature as alpha males forces it upon them. If they began bullying you unprovoked, it’s because they’re meant to be the successful men of tomorrow, who have to train now how to be abusive, how to enjoy the thrill of degrading someone. You’re helping them to become the cruel but powerful leaders of this world that it needs so desperately… That’s why there’s no way I will help you defend yourself from them. Instead, I will make you endure it, enjoy it and crave it…”

“No… please…” I plead, feeling a confusing sense of betrayal forming somewhere in my mind, but immediately getting lost in the bliss and relax. “Please, don’t make me do this…”

“Shhhh, boy. No resistance. Relax. You will do as I say. I want you to listen to me very carefully now. Focus on my voice. You will never say ‘no’ to a man that you find intimidating. You will always say ‘yes’ to a man who bullies you. I want you to repeat that after me.”

“No…”

“You will do it, boy. You will submit. You allowed me to enter your mind and now I’m its master. There’s no way you could resist me now, Anadolu Yakası Escort because you already tasted what it means to have me in your thoughts. Safety. Protection. Pleasure. Relax. Comfort. Having no thoughts, having to do nothing else but to submit is so easy and feels so good… No more worrying, just simple obedience… Freedom is not a high cost for what I’m giving you. I know you feel the natural need to resist it, but if you succeed at ignoring it, it will open you the door to carless happiness. No more worrying, because there will always be a willing master who will guide you…” He had to pause, as his face twisted with emotion. He closed his eyes and held me closer, thrusting his penis into me in a slower, intense pace. I moaned, sensing that he hits something inside of me. Shameful shiver of pleasure left my nipples and went through my entire body like a wave. What was he doing to me…

When he finished using me, he stopped moving, remaining inside of me. I tried to push him out but he was in full control. He was breathing fast and deep. Suddenly, he pulled his penis out of me. I watched his softening dick slid out of me, covered in sticky white semen that he filled me with. Only now I noticed that I was holding one of my legs up, like an absolute slut. He guided it down on the couch as he didn’t need me spread anymore.

He caught my sight in the mirror and he smirked in a smug way.

“If your roommates are smart, they will fill all of your holes with semen, boy. If they’re stupid… well, they’ll probably ruin your life.” He touched my gasping hole with the tips of his fingers and then brought them to my mouth. “Open your mouth, boy. Taste me.”

I’ve had to listen to his voice, so there was no way I could oppose to him. I opened my lips and allowed him to smear his cum on my tongue. He smiled watching me savor it.

“Now I want you to close your eyes, relax and sleep. And when you wake up, you will say ‘yes’ to your bullies…”

*

“… Two… you’re feeling a cool, pleasurable breeze touching your face… one… you feel relieved, good, rested, ready to wake up and put a smile on your face… zero. Wake up.”

I slowly opened eyes, confused about my whereabouts, yet somehow still happy and relaxed. I looked at my therapist sitting in a chair. He smiled.

“The moment you stopped worrying about getting hypnotized, you relaxed rather easily,” he said in a calming, friendly tone. “It shows that you really needed this. How are you feeling, Patrick?”

I moved on the couch a little, adjusting my butt. Something felt weird. My clothes were laying on me in an odd, uncomfortable way in few different spots.

“A little bit weird,” I admitted. “But also really good.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Let me summarize what you told me in trance. You revealed that you’re having an issue with your dorm roommates who are going out of their way to bother you. You were convinced that the best way to deal with that problem is to gain confidence and stand up to them. We did conclude that it’s not the best solution, however.”

I looked at him, confused and a bit annoyed. It was kind of scary and frustrating to not know what was happening to me, especially when I was clearly rather talkative…

“How so?”

“You admitted that you could never match them if any potential fight would break out. You also lack backup and they outnumber you. The realistic, reasonable approach is not to challenge them.”

I raised eyebrows. What was he talking about? That was the only way…

“So you want me to do… nothing…?”

“Not at all. I’ve suggested you a much better solution.” Doctor Reed smiled in a sly way. “The key to solving any conflict is knowing what your opponent wants and expects, Patrick. You have to understand that it’s nothing personal from their perspective. If it’s not you, they’d find themselves someone else to bully. It’s just how nature works. Pardon me the cliché reference, but alpha males need beta males. That’s just how simple animal societies work.”

“You mean to say I’m a beta male?” I raged.

“From their perspective? Of course,” doctor Reed responded calmly. “And that’s why they’re abusing you, Patrick. Do you want to hear my suggestion?” I felt so disappointed and hurt at that moment that I didn’t even nod in answer. He just proceeded anyway. “Let them.”

“What?!” I gasped in shock.

“Let them. Endure it. Do what they say. Let them enjoy the thrill of humiliating you. Openly acknowledge their superiority.” I was listening to him with my mouth wide open from pure shock. “This is all they want from you — to feel that they’re the ones in power. You have to realize that they’re getting it anyway by bullying you. They get their satisfaction and leave you alone for a while, until they need another rush. So give them more of it. Feed their thirst for control. Offer it to them willingly. Show that you fully agree that you deserve this treatment. Make them feel like kings. That way you will be the one who holds the true control. And let me tell you this — alpha and beta males don’t exist in the human society. Once you finish university, you will get a highly paid job in IT and nothing that you did will matter. Think about this, Patrick. You can’t defeat them with physical strength, because you simply lack it. So instead, use your head to do it.”

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Collin sometimes felt like he was king of the world. As the captain of his college soccer team and vice president of his fraternity, Collin was loving his senior year of college. At 22 years old, he was tall, athletic, and handsome. The ladies loved him and he had no problem finding dates or hookups as one of the hottest guys in school.

At 6’3″, with blond hair and blue eyes, Collin had model good looks. He’d slept with plenty of sorority babes during his four years of school and had recently started dating a steady girlfriend. Despite the fact that he was no longer single, he remained cocky and confident in every way.

It was mid-January when Collin received a call from the admissions office.

“Would you be willing to host a prospective student? We’ve run out of rooms and would pay you $100 to host someone for a weekend.”

Collin considered the offer and thought it was a good deal. Ever since starting to date Lizzie–his sexy, fun, soccer-playing girlfriend–the college senior had been strapped for cash. Even if a hosting a pre-freshman meant he’d have to forego sex for a weekend and deal with some annoying teenager, Collin thought it would be well worth a hundred bucks.

“Sure thing,” he told the admissions office. “I’ll do it.”

Collin had no clue that this decision would forever change his life.

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Two Fridays later, Collin had a full day of classes and soccer practice in the afternoon. As the captain of the team, Collin played as an attacking midfielder and ran and hustled more than anyone else. He always worked up a sweat, scored the most goals, and had the most assists of anyone on the team. Collin was universally admired and liked by his teammates, except for Antonio. As an attacking midfielder himself, Antonio was jealous of Collin and gunning for his spot on the team. But as a sophomore, Antonio was typically forced to sit on the bench and watch as his pretty boy teammate scored countless goals and repeatedly hogged the spotlight.

Collin was so engrossed in practice that he almost forgot his commitment to host a prospective student. Heading back to the locker room, he rushed to shower and ran to the admissions office to pick up his pre-freshman and–more importantly–the $100 check.

Collin had assumed that the admissions office would assign to him to host a jock or athlete like himself. Instead, the boy they paired him with looked like he had never worked out a day in his life.

“Hey there–I’m Trent,” he said.

Collin shook his hand and couldn’t help notice how scrawny he was. At 5’7″ with short, curly brown hair, and greenish eyes, Trent was far shorter than Collin with no muscles to speak of. His clothes were baggy and he looked like Collin’s little brother, who was just a sophomore in high school.

“How old are you?” Collin asked, shocked by this kid’s appearance.

“I’m 19! I know I look young, but I actually took a gap year and graduated high school a year ago.”

Despite his scrawny appearance, Trent had a handsome face and a boyish but confident smile. Collin grabbed his bag and the two started walking across campus. The tall, muscular jock led the way while what looked like his little brother followed behind him.

“So what do you do for fun around here?” Trent asked.

“I play soccer, I’m in a fraternity, and I go to lots of parties.”

“Damn, that sounds fun!” the pre-frosh said, excitedly. “I’m not convinced that this is the college for me, but I also couldn’t turn down a free trip. Plus, I’m sure there will be plenty of good pussy this weekend.”

What? Collin thought. It was awfully presumptuous of this scrawny kid to think he’d be getting any action from college girls, even if he was 19.

“Hahaha, bro, I’m not sure about that. But I’ll at least take you to some parties so you can try.”

“Let’s do it!” Trent said, cockily.

Collin laughed and admired this little guy’s courage. He imagined that Trent would strike out with all the girls, but at least he could try and Collin would get his hundred bucks.

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After dropping off Trent’s bags, the college senior and the pre-freshman both went to eat at the college cafeteria with Collin’s girlfriend.

Lizzie was drop-dead gorgeous. At 5’7″ with silky, brown hair and olive-toned skin, she was voluptuous and sexy in all the right places. Truth be told, she was out of Collin’s league until he became captain of the soccer team and finally had the courage to ask her out. Their sex life was incredible, and Collin never ceased to be amazed by Lizzie’s robust and sexy breasts, her tantalizingly beautiful face, or her skills in bed. She was fun and kinky in the sack, and had a bright and sparkling personality on campus. She was Collin’s dream girlfriend, and he felt proud showing her off to the short and scrawny prospective freshman.

Despite the fact that Lizzie was a 12 out of 10, Trent didn’t seem at all nervous around her. İstanbul Escort He confidently and assertively asked about her hobbies and what she liked to do on campus. Trent asked her how she liked her college experience, what she was passionate about, and what she hoped to do after graduating.

Trent then started talking and bragging about himself. He talked about his year living abroad in Berlin and some of the trips he made across Europe. He talked about the museums in Vienna, the mountains of Northern Italy, and the seedy clubs he went to in Copenhagen.

Since Lizzie had also studied abroad in Europe, she seemed interested in Trent’s stories and the two of them leaned closer in conversation. Having never been to the continent himself, Collin felt left out and like wasn’t really part of the conversation.

“I love Cassis!” Lizzie cooed. “They simply have the best beaches there.”

“Cannes was wonderful too!” Trent replied. “And I loved all the nude beaches.”

“Hahahaha, I loved the nude beaches too!”

“I can’t imagine you being left alone for a minute on those beaches — you must’ve gotten so much attention!” Trent said.

“No way,” Lizzie said, chuckling.

“I’m serious — all the Europeans must have swooned over you!”

Collin shifted uncomfortably, surprised and peeved that this scrawny 19-year-old was so openly flirting with his drop-dead-gorgeous girlfriend.

“Hahaha, you are TOO much!” Lizzie teased playfully.

“Well that’s what everyone at the nude beach told me too!” Trent said. “They wouldn’t keep their hands off me!”

Lizzie laughed loudly at what she assumed was a joke, and Collin nervously joined his girlfriend in laughter.

“And I’ll tell you what–the French sure know how to fuck,” Trent continued.

“Okay, little guy, I think that’s enough,” Collin said. He’d already let this scrawny pre-freshman flirt with his girlfriend for too long and wanted to change the conversation. “Should we go pre-game before the party?”

“Let’s do it! And I can tell you more stories of some fun and sexy ménage à trois later,” Trent said, winking at Lizzie.

The senior sorority babe blushed and laughed at the skinny pre-freshman. He looked so young and scrawny and the opposite of her studly boyfriend in every way, but there was something cute and endearing about his handsome face.

“Looking forward to hearing those stories!” she said flirtatiously. “But first I need some tequila!”

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The three of them returned to Collin’s room, where he poured each of them a tequila shot. After their shots, he poured them tequila sodas to get ready for the frat party. But while Collin was making drinks, Trent and Lizzie kept chatting about Europe.

While Lizzie had studied abroad there, it sounded like all Trent did was drink, party, and fuck. He talked constantly about all the different countries he went to and made it sound like he’d somehow managed to have sex in every one.

“The underground clubs in Berlin were so kinky,” Trent explained. “I went to some swingers’ clubs where men were basically begging me to fuck their wives.”

Both Collin and Lizzie nearly spit out their drinks in laughter, assuming that Trent was still a virgin and just making up stories to impress them.

“Oh yeah, I bet all the German wives were obsessed with your ginormous dick,” Lizzie said, jokingly.

“They were!” Trent replied, with all the hubris and confidence of a teenage boy. “It was hard to keep people off of me in all the nude saunas too.”

Collin was annoyed that Trent wouldn’t take a hint and kept talking about himself like he was some kind of sexual king.

“Trent, it’s okay if you felt embarrassed–you don’t need to make up stories,” he said.

“Trust me, bro, I am NOT making up stories,” Trent replied. “The sex in Europe was fucking incredible.”

Feeling exasperated, Collin stood up quickly to make another drink. But he must’ve moved too quickly, since he ended up spilling Lizzie’s drink all over himself.

“FUCK!” Collin yelled.

“Calm down, honey,” Lizzie urged. “It’s no big deal — just change your shorts.”

Since they were already in his room, Collin went over to his dresser and pulled out another pair of shorts. Unbuttoning the pair he was wearing, he dropped them to the floor and stood in front of his girlfriend and Trent wearing a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Collin was about to pull on his shorts when he realized that his underwear was soaking wet too. “Fuck!” he thought.

Reopening the dresser, Collin pulled out another pair of underwear to change into. But since he hadn’t done laundry in a while, the only pair he had left was a white jockstrap that he sometimes wore while playing soccer.

Facing away from Trent and Lizzie, Collin started pulling down his black boxer briefs. “Woo, woo!” Trent yelled while looking at Collin’s butt.

Collin must have been more tipsy than he realized, because Trent’s comment Kadıköy Escort made him lose his balance. Instead of kicking away his boxer briefs, he tripped over them and stumbled backwards, falling ass-first onto the floor between Lizzie and Trent.

Suddenly and embarrassingly, Collin found himself butt-ass naked his own dorm room floor, with his penis and balls prominently displayed for his girlfriend and prospective student to see.

There was a long and awkward silence as everyone realized what had happened and looked down at Collin’s dick.

“Damn, dude,” Trent said, speaking first. “You would NOT want to go to the European nude beaches or saunas with that thing.”

“That’s mean!” Lizzie snapped, defending her boyfriend. “It’s just shriveled right now and gets a lot bigger!”

“Well I sure hope so!” Trent laughed. “It looks like a little kid dick.”

Sprawled out awkwardly on the floor, Collin’s cock certainly wasn’t at a flattering angle. Fully flaccid and shrunken, it looked practically tiny on his tall and muscular body. Even his balls looked puny and almost as small as grapes.

“Trust me–Colin is more of a man than you’ll ever be,” Lizzie said.

Trent just smiled and ignored her comment, and he reached out a hand to help Collin up. Even though he was short and scrawny, Trent helped lift the college senior off the floor and return him to his feet. Still exposed, with his little penis and balls hanging out, Collin hurriedly slipped on his jock strap.

Falling on his ass right in front of Lizzie and Trent had been an embarrassing ordeal, but he put it out of his mind as he downed a tequila shot and looked forward to the party and rest of the night ahead.

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Collin’s fraternity threw some of the best parties on campus and also had the hottest guys. Nearly half the soccer team were members, including Collin, and the frat had a bunch of football players, hockey bros, and lax bros too. These guys liked to dominate their rivals in sports while also partying HARD every weekend.

Lizzie and Collin were both pretty tipsy from the tequila when they arrived at the party, and Trent seemed to be holding his liquor well for a pre-freshman. All the drinking in Europe had seemed to help.

As vice president of the fraternity, Collin quickly saw all of his friends and started chatting with them, while Trent and Lizzie kept chatting about living abroad. Lizzie eventually snuck away from the cocky 19-year-old and found her own friends from her sorority. But Trent followed her and confidently introduced himself to all the sorority girls he could find.

“I’m Trent,” he said proudly. “I’m here visiting and y’all look sexy.”

The girls laughed as Trent tried to awkwardly flirt with them. He looked so young and scrawny that they were shocked by his confidence, but some of them flirted and played along.

“Are you even old enough to drink?” one of them teased.

“I’ve been drinking since I was fourteen and can definitely hold my own,” Trent said.

“You think you’ll go to college here?” another said.

“With sexy babes like you, how could I say no?”

The girls all laughed and walked away. Trent seemed like an annoying little nerd and the girls were surprised that Collin would even bring him to the party.

As the night raged on, people at the party got increasingly drunk and started playing beer pong. As a three-year veteran of the fraternity, Collin was the best beer pong player in the frat, and Lizzie suggested that they all play together.

“I love beer pong!” Trent screamed, barging in.

Collin didn’t really want this scrawny 19-year-old to join their beer pong game, but he also couldn’t think of an excuse to say no.

“I’m in too!” said another sorority girl who was best friends with Lizzie.

Just like Collin’s girlfriend, Rachel was stunningly gorgeous and a senior in college. She was also a cheerleader and had supported Collin from the sidelines at numerous soccer games. But despite their connection, Collin and Rachel had never had sex. He had always fantasized about it, and thought about her green eyes, light brown hair, and voluptuous figure with DD breasts, but they’d never had a chance to hook up.

Trent had been trying to hit on both Lizzie and Rachel all night and was excited for the game. “Let’s play strip pong!” he screamed.

The girls both laughed at Trent’s absurd suggestion. He clearly wanted to see them naked, but it was obvious that both girls were far outside his league. Collin too found Trent’s proposal ridiculous, but he also felt confident that he would win as one of the best pong players on campus.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Trent urged.

Both Rachel and Lizzie looked at each other and laughed. They were so tipsy that they didn’t immediately reject Trent’s proposal, but they also weren’t persuaded by it either.

“What’s in it for us?” Rachel teased.

“If you win, we’ll both be naked and be your servants Ataşehir Escort for the rest of the night,” Trent said. “And if you win, you can put your clothes back on after we’re done.”

Everyone laughed at Trent’s absurd proposal. The pre-freshman clearly was desperate to see the girls naked, and he was willing to sacrifice his own humiliation for the rest of the night. At 5’7″ with no muscle definition to speak of, Trent was short and scrawny, and everyone at the party assumed that he didn’t have much going on in his shorts. Despite all of Trent’s bragging, Lizzie and Collin were also sure of this and thought it’d be weird but humorous for this kid to have to be naked for the rest of the party.

Collin was also confident that he would win since he was the best pong player around. Despite his three-year-long crush on Rachel, he’d never seen her naked. And while he didn’t want everyone in the frat house to see his sexy girlfriend Lizzie in the buff, at least she’d be able to put back on her clothes after she lost.

“Okay, you’re on,” Lizzie said. “Rachel and I will be on a team!”

“You’re going down, honey,” Collin joked.

“I hope you boys are ready to be naked for the rest of the night,” Rachel teased.

“Oh, I am. Just you wait,” Trent said, smiling. His first college frat party was going exactly as he’d hoped.

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Several other frat bros and sorority girls watched as the three seniors and the pre-freshman started playing pong. Collin sunk three balls right away, forcing Lizzie and Rachel to drink two beers and take off their shirts. Trent openly gawked as he saw Lizzie and Rachel’s bras coming into focus, with their large boobs nearly spilling out.

“Stop drooling,” Collin joked, even though he too was turned on by the sight.

Lizzie then went and missed twice but hit a single shot, forcing Trent to chug a beer.

Trent happily gulped it down and missed three times. “Oh fuck,” Collin thought. “This kid is seriously bad at beer pong.”

“Just a little rusty, but I’ll get better the more I drink!” Trent joked. In truth, he had missed all three shots on purpose.

Rachel hit two balls in and missed a third, forcing Colin to chug a beer and both boys to take off their shirts.

The contrast between Collin and Trent couldn’t have been more stark. At 6’3″, the senior soccer stud towered over the teenage kid by eight inches and was so much taller and more muscular than him. While Trent’s body was skinny and lean, Collin’s was toned and ripped, complete with an eight-pack and baseball-sized biceps.

Collin went next and once again sunk all three shots. He was truly carrying his team and caused the girls each to chug another beer and take off their skirts. Both Lizzie and Rachel were now in their sexy bras and lingerie and clearly seemed on track to lose. All the guys in the frat house seemed elated that these two sexy babes might soon be naked.

But Lizzie went next and somehow sunk two of her shots, causing both boys to chug another beer. They were all feeling the effects of alcohol at this point and Collin seemed exceptionally buzzed.

Trent tried again and once again came up empty. His shots weren’t even close as he deliberately tried to miss the cups of beer.

“FUCK!” Collin yelled, annoyed at his partner. “You really suck at beer pong.”

Trent and the girls just laughed and smiled as it was Rachel’s turn next.

This time, Rachel hit two of her shots, leading the boys to strip off their shorts and drink another beer. Trent happily pulled off his cargo shorts to reveal a pair of plaid blue boxers. More reluctantly, Collin took off his basketball shorts to show his white soccer jockstrap.

“Woo woo!” one of Collin’s frat boys yelled.

“Looking good, bro–look at that ass!” another joked.

Both girls smiled as they saw this sexy soccer senior stud in only his jockstrap. His bulge wasn’t much–in truth it barely showed–but Collin had an amazing body and ass that the girls couldn’t help but admire.

It was Collin’s turn next and all he had to do was make all three of his shots to win the game and get the girls completely naked. He’d sunk all three shots during each of his previous turns, and felt confident that he would once again complete the hat trick.

But right as he took aim, Trent slapped Collin’s ass and the senior soccer stud missed the shot. “What the fuck, man?!”

Collin looked over at the scrawny pre-freshman and couldn’t believe that he’d caused him to miss. He was so angry, but his frat bros were loving it and cackling that the pre-freshman had just smacked his teammate’s bare ass.

Collin tried to compose himself and made the next two shots, leading the girls to drink another beer and take off their bras. It was a moment that every guy in the frat house had been waiting for, and the senior babes’ bare chests were worth waiting for. Lizzie’s breasts were stunning and firm, and Rachel’s were even rounder and more voluptuous. Several guys guy hard-ons just by looking at them, and both Trent and Collin were enraptured by the sight.

Fully naked above the waist, Lizzie was the next to go. If she made a single shot, the game would be over and both the boys would be naked for the rest of the night.

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Maxwell’s Pov:

This was, undoubtedly, the worst night of my life.

I have no idea how I, the King Alpha, the strongest, best looking, best fighter, a future warrior even, got stuck with such a scrawny, bitchy, virgin who didn’t even want me. Maybe that’s a little harsh but I was angry about it. Although, more than anything, I was hurt. Both my pride and my ego were wounded by Willow’s persistent rejection but the hurt cut even deeper than being so severely humbled.

I’d hoped that being mated would fill the hole in my heart that had ached ever since my ex, Jenny, had broken it. I had been young and stupid and hadn’t cared at all about having a mate when I met her four years ago. At first, she was just some random beta, but she ended up becoming my Mistress in a way. She also taught me the ins and outs of being a Dom. At times, we even dommed her subs together, but usually, I watched. When she was done with whomever her slave for the day was, we’d fuck. Eventually, I caught feelings for her. I’d wanted to ask her to be my Luna, despite knowing I was already promised to another. At the time, I didn’t care about tradition, I wanted to follow my feelings! However, before I could claim her, I caught her flirting with the town rogue.

I never told her that I caught them, or that I saw them kiss briefly, before he left her shop with a few lengths of rope, but I never forgot and my feelings were crushed. Eventually, she noticed that she was getting less and less attention out of me. I barely even fucked her anymore, crowding out the time I’d given her with subs of my own. We ended up breaking things off, officially, a year ago. I saw her flirting with another guy and I realized I didn’t even care what she did when I saw them together. To me, that was a sign. Things were just over. To be honest though, my heart hadn’t been in it for a while and by the time we’d finally made the end official, I was ready to move on.

Three months ago, I’d gotten word that my mate had come of age and that our union would be happening at the next Harvest Moon. From the moment I heard the news, a complete shift happened within me. I refused to take on any more subs and ended relationships with the ones that I did have, making sure they had others to take care of them. I stopped having sex altogether and I even stopped from masturbating, all in an effort to save what I could for my mate. Part of me felt guilty for having so much experience without her. However, I swore to myself that I’d never be with another once I was mated. I would be faithful to her and only her. I would love her forever and I knew she would love me. After all, what wasn’t there to love?

Then, today, the day I’d thought about for months, finally arrived. Although it came with a few… surprises. The first one came the moment my beautiful omega walked down the center isle that the pack had made for her. At first, there wasn’t enough light to make out her form but I could smell her. The scent was heavenly. She smelled of cinnamon, vanilla, santal and ice but beneath that there was something more, something strong and fiery. The perfect scent for a luna to have and I felt all the more pleased with the idea of being mated. Then, I finally saw her, or rather… him.

I never expected my mate to be a boy. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, to be sure, but he was still male. I’d always pictured my mate to be female and the change in reality threw me off a little but… I was bisexual, so I really didn’t mind. If the moon goddess thought I needed a man at my side, who was I to refuse her… and my parents, ruling? As he walked closer and closer to me, I could feel my wolf reaching out Bayan Eskort to to him, welcoming him into our subconscious, but his wolf refused. I frowned to myself as the boy, Willow they called him, came to stop before me. I tried to meet his eyes and for a moment I did. They were cold. Frozen over, without any sort of emotion attached to them. Then he blinked and looked away from me, refusing to make eye contact for the rest of the ceremony.

I began to feel uneasy as things progressed. My wolf attempted to win his over but the more he tried, the more the boy’s wolf refused to even show himself. It made no sense. Literally any omega in the entire pack would be happy to be mine… they all adored me. So why didn’t this one? Sure, we didn’t know each other or anything yet but I still wanted to please him and make him happy. So why didn’t he seem to reciprocate the feeling?

Towards the end of the ceremony, the omega’s father reached out and handed me “the key to his son’s virtue”, which I instantly hated hearing. However, I barely had a chance to respond when someone yelled, “Someone’s finally gonna thaw out the Ice Princess!” as the rest of the pack chuckled nervously in response.

My blood boiled and I would have yelled at the offender but then I noticed the slight tremble in my future mates stiff lower lip. It was gone after a brief moment but I’d still seen it. I wondered if my mate would be bothered if I made a public scene out of this. Deciding to ere on the side of caution, I scanned the crowd and made a mental note of who had shouted that mocking cry. I’d already decided that, once our honeymoon was over, I would punish the offender. Nobody hurts my Luna. Ever. Moments later, it was time to kiss my mate and I tried to show him just how much I would adore him through my kiss. Much to my dissatisfaction, his return kiss was chaste and left me wanting. Unfortunately, I wasn’t sure that he wanted more of me in return. My confidence was a tad shaken, I’ll admit, but I never expected for things to get so progressively worse.

From the moment he arrived at my home, I felt like the omega wanted to run away. I did my best to be light hearted and gentle with him. When he seemed excited to consummate our relationship, I thought that maybe things would end up alright. What I did not expect, was for my mate to completely and totally refuse my touch. I could have never predicted the intense fear that he’d so desperately tried to conceal from me; seeping through when I tried to touch his perfect, tight, unused hole… and the rejection hurt. It was an echo of the same pain I’d felt when I realized Jenny could never be my Luna. And now.. now that I had my true mate, he didn’t want me either. What’s worse, he was afraid of me.

I groaned pathetically, feeling sorry for myself. I should be blissed out of my mind with an omega full of my seed right now, tied together on my fat knot… but instead I wanted to cry and give in to my own pity party. What had I done to deserve spending the first of my mated nights, alone?

I spent almost ten minutes lost in my own misery when I heard sobs coming from the direction of my bathroom. Stunned out of my self pity, I stood quickly and walked down the hallway, towards the bathroom door. I quietly pressed my ear against the thick wood and the sobs became even more clear, along with a few quiet words.

“Disgrace… failure… disappointment… punishment.”

Try as I might, I could not understand all of my mates words. The ones I could hear, wounded me, filling me with guilt over my own self absorption. I didn’t understand what my omega was so upset over and my wolf whined Anadolu Yakası Escort at me, telling me what a bad alpha I was. He wanted us to break down the door so that we could comfort the boy but I knocked instead, bracing myself for the omega’s biting tongue.

“Willow? Can you let me in?” I called out softly, not wanting to scare him.

The door swung open immediately, much to my surprise.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, hiding his cock with his hands as he spoke. He refused to look at me and I could scent the faintest hint of fear while he struggled to silence his cries.

I wanted to hug him. I wanted to hold him close and tell him that everything was alright. I also wanted to take him to my bed. I wanted to make love to every part of his innocent body, chasing the fear away with my lust for him. I wanted him on his knees before me, worshiping my body in return while I fucked into his throat… I wanted to become fully bonded to him, one soul, one mind but… I kept my hands to myself. It was beyond clear to me, as he nervously shifted his weight in an effort to hide more of his body, that he was not ready to be physical. I only hoped that one day he would be but for now… my mate needed something else. He needed a friend.

I took my dress shirt off and wrapped it around his shoulders. Willow looked up, confused, but quickly wrapped the fabric around his body, covering as much skin as he possibly could from me.

“Are you going to punish me before bed?” He asked in a monotone voice, eyes dropping back to the ground. I was surprised by how steady he sounded, despite the fact that he hadn’t managed to stop crying.

I wasn’t sure what the omega meant by that. The only time I punished my subs, it was of a sexual nature. My mate clearly didn’t want to have sex with me, so how was I to punish him and what for? He hadn’t done anything but have an attitude with me because he was a scared little virgin. That was hardly a punishable offense.

I raised my hand to touch his face, wanting some sort of contact with him, but he flinched away the moment I did. I stopped the movement instantly. I knew right then that someone had made a habit of hitting him and I felt my blood boil. Who would dare to raise their hand against a future Luna? Whoever it was, deserved to be the one punished, not my cowering mate.

“You haven’t done anything to be punished for,” I firmly told him, not sure how to comfort my mate without crossing his invisible boundaries.

“My father didn’t… say anything to you?” He asked cautiously, as he inconspicuously wiped his tears away with the sleeve of my shirt.

“He said a lot of things to me and none of them were things that were his place to say,” I answered, not wanting Willow to know the disgusting words his own father had said about him.

He blushed, “I don’t need you to protect me,” he hissed. “I can take any punishment you can give me! I’ve been trained for it.”

I tried hard to keep from rolling my eyes. The boy was terrified of my hands on his ass. There was no way he could handle any punishment I had to give right now.

“I’m not protecting you,” I told him, attempting to save his pride. “I listened to what he had to say and found that I didn’t care. Nothing you’ve done in the past is going to follow you into this relationship. If I punish you, it will be because I think you deserve it. Other people do not get to decide how I treat my Luna.”

He dropped his gaze and shuffled his feet nervously, as if he hadn’t expected what I had to say.

“I… I’ll just be going to bed then?” He asked softly, still looking at his feet.

“Do you want Pendik Escort some tea or something? You’re upset… I didn’t mean to scare you,” I offered but immediately bit my tongue when the omega looked offended.

“I wasn’t scared,” he snapped, stomping his foot a little.

“So… no tea?” I asked, hoping I could do something to comfort my mate. For at this point, I’d begun to feel completely useless.

“No! I don’t want your fucking tea!” He growled before pushing past me. “I’m going to bed. If you don’t like it,” he glared over his shoulder, “Punish me.” He growled, before slamming his bedroom door.

I sighed as my pride took yet another hit. I stood in the bathroom doorway for several minutes, trying to process everything. It seemed as if I couldn’t do or say anything right. No matter what I did, Willow hated me.

I slowly trudged to the kitchen and set a kettle on the stove, deciding to make the omega a cup of tea anyways. My wolf and I needed to do something to make the boy feel more at home. Anything. Even if it was just something small, like this… if he would just accept the cup, then maybe there would be hope for us yet. Fifteen minutes later, a hot cup of black tea sat outside Willow’s door on a porcelain saucer. After a moments debate, I also filled a small bowl with sugar and a small creamer with milk, in case the boy didn’t take his tea straight. After I’d set everything up, I went to my room and grabbed the bouquet of blue roses I’d planned on giving my mate after we’d made love.

They were roses from my own garden that I’d began tending to when I found out that my mate had come of age. I had picked blue because I heard that was the color of my betrothed’s eyes, and I thought they’d appreciate the effort. Now, I was almost anxious as I arranged the roses around the tea set. I didn’t want the omega to take offense to anything I was doing. He was so sensitive and I was growing tired of being rejected at every turn. I gently knocked on Willow’s door, fully expecting to be ignored and I was not disappointed. I informed the boy about the tea but he never made a sound.

I slowly made my way back to my room, feeling like a failure. I was meant to be the Alpha. Everyone envied my position and I was use to not giving a shit if a pack member liked me or not. But this… I placed a hand over my heart and the familiar pain of being unwanted throbbed against my palm. This was something I couldn’t handle much more of. No one ever talked about how painful it was for an omega to reject their alpha… because it almost never happened. Omega’s were hardwired to adore their true alpha’s, even if the alpha in question abused them. But my omega… my beautiful, precious, innocent omega… he despised me. What had I done? I sat on my bed, alone in the dark, for several hours, and mentally let my wolf lick our emotional wounds from the evening. I didn’t know how I would win my mate over. I didn’t even know if I could and that thought scared me.

Suddenly, I heard a small creek and the light clink of porcelain. I peaked up from holding my head in my hands, my heart racing at the small sounds. I heard another creak, followed by soft footsteps and then the unmistakable hum of my microwave. Thirty seconds later, I heard light footsteps once more, followed by a soft thud. I hurriedly got out of bed and cracked open my own door, stopping before I made any obvious sounds. I looked over to where the tea service and flowers had been. To my disappointment, the flowers remained but… wait. One was missing… as was the tea cup.

I softly shut my door and crept back to my bed, thinking about what I’d seen. I finally allowed myself to smile. Willow had let me comfort him. I smiled wider as I slide beneath my blankets. Tomorrow was was new day. Tomorrow I would try harder. Tomorrow, maybe things would be better. With those thoughts of hope, I closed my eyes and drifted away in a dreamless sleep.

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I had been on three dates with Lindsay. She was 5″11 and slim. She had legs that went to heaven, a small little body, and perfect C cup tits. Or so I imagined. You see, the problem was I had yet to see her naked. I had yet to get any action actually. Not a kiss, barely a hug.

I hoped that would change today. Lindsay had invited me to her apartment for lunch. I didn’t care what she was cooking. I hoped she’d be dessert. I knew Lindsay was out of my league. I stood 5″6 and weighed 120lbs. I had little to no muscle and my butt was plump and didn’t suit my body. I figured I had to close the deal before the 10 realized she was with a 5, at best.

Lindsay wasn’t the only hot thing in my life. I lived in a small town in Ohio and the sun was glistening above. Temps pushed into the mid 30s and there was zero wind. It was scorching.

I put on some nice shorts and a t-shirt and walked to Lindsay’s. I grabbed the flowers I had purchased and headed out. I was out of my house for a few seconds and could already feel the sweat pouring. Fuck it was hot.

After 15 minutes I arrived at Lindsay’s. I went to buzz but a guy was walking in at the same time. I figured I could surprise her so I slipped in with the guy. He gave me a look and I explained I was there to see someone and held up the flowers. He shrugged and we walked to the elevator.

As he pushed the up button I couldn’t help but look him over. He was 6’2, maybe 6’3, and looked like he was etched from stone. I guessed he was maybe 40 but he was in such great shape it was hard to tell. His brown hair was well cut and showed no signs of grey. He wore a shirt that was tight to his body and I could see his abs. His legs were thick and his calfs has muscles I didn’t know existed. I had never, NEVER, checked out a guy before and felt awkward when he noticed and smiled.

After a long minute, the elevator finally opened. He waved at me to go first and I smiled and walked on. I noticed him looking at my butt as I walked by but that wasn’t unusual as it really was a bubble butt. I got looks all the time.

I pushed 15 and asked what floor he needed.

“15.”

The elevator started rising and I attempted to wipe the sweat from my face. I glaned over at the guy and again could not believe the size of his legs.

“Hot one isn’t it?” said the mystery man.

“Huh?” I replied. Oh fuck was I caught.

“The weather. Hot day today.”

“Oh, yeah, I can’t stop sweating.”

As the elevator approached the 8th floor it made a loud screech and came to a halt. The lights dimmed. Fuck.

The elevator was Kartal Escort stuck.

I reached into the emergency phone and pulled out the receiver. It was dead.

The mystery man had taken out his cellphone and appeared to be dialling 911.

I eavesdropped on the conversation and learned the whole south side of the city had lost power. Rescue teams would be dispatched but it could be upwards of three hours.

What the fuck.

I took out my phone to text Lindsay but had no reception.

“Guess we might be here for awhile.” The male said as he took a seat.

“Hey, yeah, I guess, um, my name’s Leigh.”

The man smiled and held out his hand.

“Hey Leigh, I’m Gord.”

I reached over and shook his hand. My hand looked so tiny and feminine in his big strong paw. I felt my face blushing as I released from his grip.

I took a seat opposite of Gord. We talked about sports for a few minutes but he quickly realized I wasn’t much of a sports fan. It was so hot in the elevator. Gord then stood and removed his shirt and shorts, leaving just a pair of tight black boxers.

“Sorry fella, hope you don’t mind but I’m melting.”

I said nothing. I couldn’t speak. His body was glistening as beads of sweat dripped from muscle to muscle. His legs looked like tree trunks. His cock. His huge fucking cock. I could see the outline of it as it strained against his boxers. I couldn’t believe the size of it. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Gord sat down and I broke my stare.

“Yeah ok um yeah” I said as I tried to look away. I checked out his abs and figured he must work out regularly. I noticed his dark pink nipples. I didn’t like guys but I wondered what they would feel like on my tongue. Fuck his body was hot. Steam seemed to be coming off his shoulders.

“You should take off your shirt and shorts. Don’t want to be sweaty for your date.”

I couldn’t figure it out but his words had a hold on me. I stood up and quickly removed my shirt and shorts. I felt exposed in my white briefs as they clung to my bubble butt.

“Just between us, you have a great ass. Maybe the best I’ve ever seen.”

His compliment made me blush and I appreciated his words.

“Seriously Leigh. 10 outta 10. It’s actually making my cock hard.”

Again, happiness filled my brain as his words made me feel fucking great. This man had a power over me and I wanted more. I couldn’t believe what I said next…

“Can I see it? I’m not gay but it looks so big.”

Fuck I was stupid. Now he knew I had been checking him out. This large man Tuzla Escort could beat me to a pulp.

He stood and my heart raced as I didn’t know what his intentions were. He reached down and dropped his boxers to the floor, kicking them to the side.

Holy. Fuck.

His cock stood erect and pointed straight at me. Although intimidating, it was beautiful.

It had to be 10 imches long and thicker than my arm. His balls were huge and hung down to his creamy thighs. A huge vein ran along the base and stopped just below the large purple head. It was fucking amazing.

“Fuck it looks so heavy. Beautiful but heavy.”

What the fuck was wrong with me. Did I just tell another man his cock was beautiful. And why was I saying heavy?

“You can lift it if you want. See how heavy it is.”

Without hesitation I quickly reached up and began bouncing his cock in my hand. Fuck it was heavy. It glistened with sweat as bop bop bop it bounced in my hand.

I looked up and Gord smiled. I didn’t ask permission. I didn’t say a word.

I leaned in and took the big mushroom head it my mouth. I started swirling my tongue around the head. The taste was electrifying. I felt my little 3 inch cock get harder than it had ever been.

I continued licking and sucking the giant cock. I looked up and kept eye contact with Gord as I sucked his cock. I needed to please this magnificent specimen.

“You love that cock don’t you sissy?”

I nodded as I kept sucking.

“I’ve turned a bunch of little sissies but none with an ass like yours.”

I kept sucking. I pushed more and more down my throat. I took Gord’s cock out of my mouth and a long string of saliva dangled. I lapped it up and began licking and sucking Gord’s balls. Fuck they tasted good. I was addicted.

Gord grabbed my head and pushed his cock back in my throat.

Glug glug glug glug glug.

He face fucked me while he moaned. Although I was choking on his cock I was elated to hear his moans.

Gord stood me up and I licked away at his nipples. I brushed my tongue over his abs. Gord stuck out his tongue and I sucked it while touching his abs. This was a fucking man.

Gord sat on the floor and turne me around before pulling me on top of him. Gord began licking my ear and neck while I grinded my ass on his cock. I had never been fucked before but I needed his cock in me.

“Oh baby you’re so fucking hot. Want to make daddy happy?”

Gord continued to suck on my neck, sending shivers through my body.

“Anything daddy, anything you fucking want.”

“Good Anadolu Yakası Escort baby,” said Gord as he pulled my underwear aside. With my ass being sweaty and his cock being wet, Gord pushed his cock at my opening.

Fuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk… his big mushroom head pushed past and into my virgin asshole. Immediately it felt like ecstasy. Like no pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Gord reached down and lifted my legs, forcing my back to his strong abs.

Thwap, thwap,thwap, thwap, thwap.

“Are you my sissy bitch?” Gord shouted as he fucked me hard.

“Yes daddy, I’m your sissy, whenever you want this butt it’s yours.”

Gord began pumping my ass with his cock as his balls slapped my ass. It felt so fucking good that I jizzed in my undies. Even after cumming, my little dicky was rock hard.

Thwap thwap thwap

Gord filled my ass with his cock.

Suddenly, Gord pushed me on to my knees. I knew what was happening and I couldn’t wait.

I began shaking my ass and grinding on Gord’s abs.

“You like my bubble butt? You wanna fill my little plump ass with your cum?”

Gord grabbed my hips and shoved his cock in.

Slap slap slap

He fucked my ass so hard.

“I’m gonna breed this bubble butt.”

Oh fuck yeah. Gord’s cock exploded and he filled my ass with cum.

Splash splash splash

I felt his warm gooey seed cover my inside walls.

Gord pulled out and dangled his cock in front of my face. I slurped at it as he put his finger in my ass, scooping up the cum and feeding it to me.

I was a filthy whore. I was drunk with lust on his cock.

Gord put his clothes back on. As he pulled his underwear on, I gave it a little kiss, hoping I’d get more soon.

I shook the cum out of my undies and put my clothes. I was pulling up my shorts the elevator started moving.

“Thank goodness your ass is so fucking tight, finished just in time,” Gord said with a smirk. I picked up the flowers and saw that some cum had landed on them. Gord swiped it with his finger and put his finger in my mouth. I sucked on it and cleaned the cum off, giving Gord the best fuck me eyes I could muster.

“Soon sissy, you’ll get more soon.”

The elevator arrived at floor 15 and I said goodbye. Gord had given me his phone number and I knew I’d call him soon.

I walked down the hall and noticed Gord was going the same way,

I arrived at 1512 – Lindsay’s door – and noticed Gord had stopped beside me.

We both looked confused as Lindsay opened the door.

“Leigh, Gord, you’re both here. Gord this is Leigh, my friend, Leigh this is Gord, my step-father. You both look thirsty, come in come in.” She took the flowers from me and smiled.

Lindsay turned and walked in and I followed. Gord gave my bubble butt a little pat as he entered behind me. What had I gotten myself into?

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This story carries my normal disclaimer/plea for this genre. As a female writer, there are many things I simply have to guess at or take the word of people who are more ‘experienced’ than me in this world. If I get any details wrong my apologies but hope you enjoy the story anyway.

*****

I couldn’t believe I was finally going to do it but here I was standing at the entrance to ‘Waves’ a known gay bathhouse. On the wall behind the young man standing in the glass-fronted booth was a poster showing a pair of men locked in conversation. They both had bodies like Adonis and the strapline underneath stated, ‘Waves, the place where you can make friends with people like you.’ Their groin areas were covered in the tiniest of towels and both showed more than a hint of the swelling of an erection under the cloth.

“Temporary or full membership?” The young man said in a bored voice and it took a moment for his question to register.

“What’s the difference?” I said, my eyes still glued to the poster. None of the men who had filed past me so far had looked like them, in fact, they had looked pretty normal. The nice thing was that as they had shown their membership cards a few had smiled at me, a couple had said “hi” and one even winked at me with the comment, “will see you later.”

“Full membership gives you free access for a year,” then he paused before he went on, “but of course, you will need to provide ID and a credit card.”

I quickly responded with a hurried comment that temporary would be fine but didn’t add the reason was I had no desire for my wife to discover a subscription fee to a gay bathhouse on our credit card.

“Your first time?… Daddy?” The young lad said with a glimmer of interest as he studied my 6’2″ frame no doubt hoping I was a top. I knew enough about the gay community to understand the different roles and although my cropped grey hair and hairy body would at first glance indicate a bear my desires lay very much in the direction of being on the receiving end rather than doing the giving.

At 50 my marriage had reached a standstill with my wife losing all desire for sex as she went through the change. We still loved each other but there was no spark there anymore, especially now the second of our two daughters was married and had left home. I felt uncomfortable contemplating an affair with a woman although I would watch videos and chat with women half my age. Well, allegedly women as you could never be sure on the internet, but I was more nervous than them to use a webcam even though myself and my wife were in separate bedrooms.

Then, after a few years, I discovered the world of gay porn and things changed. On the first site I joined I was presented with three options; top, versatile or bottom. I don’t know why I ticked bottom, but suddenly I moved from being the pursuer to being the pursued and it was as horny as hell. Within months I had bought a dildo from a sex shop on the side of the main road and a large tube of KY jelly. I was surprised how quickly the KY ran out but I was using it most nights as I chatted. The thought of being fucked started to overwhelm me and I couldn’t wait to chat with other men who found me sexy and desirable.

I eventually plucked up the courage to use a webcam and with words of encouragement in my earphones, I would fuck myself to an orgasm as a random top would tell me what he would like to do to me in graphic detail. It wasn’t that I fancied other men it was the excitement of being sexually desired coupled with the physical stimulation of my prostate that made me shoot my load.

Things took another step when after a hot cam session with a nice guy, we got chatting about taking things real. After discussing how we lived too far apart to meet he mentioned about going to a bathhouse. I read his words with bated breath as he described his first time at a bathhouse and how he had his cock sucked a few times before fucking a very willing but random bottom. He went on to say, “I go regularly now about once a month and always pop a viagra before I go to make sure I can breed plenty.”

That started me on a search for somewhere that was close enough to be convenient but far enough away to be discrete. I eventually found ‘Waves’ which was 50 miles from home in a large city and had some great reviews about being discreet but a good place to hook up. I waited until my wife was visiting her sister for a few days before taking the plunge and driving over with a semi in my jeans and my heart fluttering like my first date.

I took the towel and locker key into the changing rooms and slowly started to undress trying to avert my eyes feeling a little embarrassed and even more unsure. Yet at the same time, I was sneaking glances at the range of cocks that were on display. Some of the men seemed to know each other, while others were openly eying each other up. Above the door leading out of the changing room and into the bathhouse itself was a sign saying “No towel Tuesday, no exceptions,” Escort İstanbul which explained why they were all walking in naked.

Across the room, I surreptitiously watched a guy who was a few years younger than me and still in his forties working a cock ring over his semi-hard cock and balls. The way he manipulated his meat had me drooling and I felt my cock twitch as he gave his own a few tugs to make sure the ring was seated properly, then I quickly looked away before he caught me looking.

“Your first time?” Said a voice in front of me and looking up from where I was sitting I found a semi-hard cock in front of my face. I realised it was the same guy who I had been watching before as the black cock ring was clearly evident.

“The cleanup booths are over there,” he said waving his hand towards some curtained cubicles, but when he saw the confused look on my face he laughed, “it really is your first time for any of this isn’t it?”

I mumbled about being a virgin and saw his cock twitch with excitement as he said, “How about I help you get ready, show you around then pop that cherry for you.”

It was all said so matter of factly I could feel my nerves fade away and standing I followed him to the booth. He pulled back the curtain and we both stepped in before he closed it behind us giving us a degree of privacy. There were an array of tubes and taps along with bottles in dispensers attached to the wall and he started to wash my lower body giving special attention to cleaning my ass. He told me his name was Ian and he had been a gay top all his life. I mumbled my reply that my name was Spencer which was a lie but was still too nervous to give my real name.

“Does your wife know?” he said tapping the indentation on my finger from where I had slipped my wedding ring off before entering the bathhouse.

“No,” I said shyly.

“It will be OK,” he replied as he slipped a finger into my ass, “She will never know… well as long as you clean all the seed out before you go home.”

At that point, he did something with his finger that made my knees go weak and I let out a low moan. Looking into his eyes I kissed him deeply as I blindly felt for his cock which was hard as steel in my hand. It felt different from my own as I worked it gently, loving how he moaned into my mouth. My own cock was so stiff it was aching and as I bent over I felt him work a second finger into my ass. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to suck him, even though I had never done it to a real cock before. I had sucked my dildo on cam and on occasions masturbated onto it before sucking it clean, but this was another man’s cock. I worked my head up and down, gagging as I sucked as deep as I could. Ian must have got some gel from one of the bottles on the wall as his fingers were sliding in and out with ease.

“Safe or bare,” I heard him moan and it took me a second to realise what he meant. This was the moment I had been yearning for and I wanted it to be something I would remember forever.

I heard him moan with joy as I replied, “Bare… I want you to breed me.”

He freed his cock from my mouth and turned me to face the wall where there was a conveniently placed grab rail. Taking a tight grip I felt him start to push but could feel myself tensing. Although I would have guessed he was the same size or even smaller than my dildo he felt huge as he increased the pressure.

“Just relax sexy man, let me take your cherry as you have dreamed of.”

As I breathed deeply I felt myself relax and with a short sharp pain, the head popped inside.

“Just push back when you are ready and take your time,” he murmured gently as he caressed my back and ass cheeks offering soft words of encouragement.

Doing as I was told I pushed back onto his cock, sighing with pleasure as it slipped deeper into my bowels. Almost without noticing I felt the warmth of his body on my back as he whispered in my ear, “There, that’s that troublesome cherry gone now we have to see about fucking and breeding you.”

When I had used my dildo at home it was always me that was in control even when my online partner was telling me, deeper, faster or harder. Now control was moving from me to him as he gripped my hips and started to thrust in, meeting my gentle pushing back. In the end, I just braced as for the first time in my life I was fucked, deeply and relentlessly with long steady strokes.

I could feel a weird pressure inside and looked down to see my cock swinging back and forward as his cock drove in and out. I wanted to touch myself but didn’t want to let go of the rail in case I was smashed against the tiled wall. Suddenly I felt my balls contract and my cock spurted seed without being touched. Ian must have been able to feel my contractions as he grunted, “Spill your seed as I am going to breed you so fucking deep.”

With that, he thrust violently a few times lifting me onto my toes as I felt him swell and spurt deep inside. İstanbul Escort Bayan My legs turned to jelly but he held me upright by my hips as he pulled his cock out. I felt myself start to expel his seed from my ass when he pushed his still hard cock in forcing his cum back up me. After a few thrusts he slowly pulled out and I felt him wipe his cock across my hairy ass cheeks.

“Sorry about that I got carried away by your sexy ass. I got you ready but forgot the conducted tour before I popped your cherry. Hope you can forgive me.”

“Sure,” I laughed, my emotions roaring, “but only if you promise to fuck me again at the end of the tour. Should I clean up before we go?” I said as I felt his seed start to trickle from my throbbing ass.

“No, let people know you have been fucked and you want more… unless of course once is enough?”

I was hooked. Any shame, concern or embarrassment was gone, I wanted to walk out there and let people know I was an available bottom.

I followed Ian’s broad back listening to him waving his hand in different directions reeling off the different levels of saunas and steam rooms before he paused next to a series of doors along a corridor. Some of which were closed with noises of sex coming through the doors, and others were open but empty. Finally, with an exclamation of triumph Ian waved his hand, “and these are the sex rooms.”

I looked inside and there was a skinny young boy of around 20 kneeling up on a bench as an older hairy man was fucking him with gusto. Standing around pulling on their cocks were 2 similar men waiting their turn.

“These are the sex rooms,” Ian said, “The rules are simple; if the door is closed it’s private, if the door is open anyone can watch or join in. If you want safe sex then hang a condom over the door handle. Most will ask but many without the condom sign will assume bare breeding is OK.”

Ian laughed as he must have seen the glazed look of desire on my face as the man fucking the twink finished pulling his condom covered cock from the open ass. His place was taken almost immediately by another latex covered cock which was thrust brutally in. I could see the rubber was pulled over the door handle and tied firmly so there could be no mistake.

I felt Ian’s breath in my ear and his hand on my semi-hard cock as he whispered, “if you go bare you will get them queuing out of the door.” Then as he felt my cock twitch in his hand he gave it a tug, “I think we have a new breeding piggy don’t we?”

I wasn’t quite sure what he meant but there was a look of lust on a couple of passing men as they turned as Ian made loud piggy oinks. They were both around 40 with neatly trimmed beards and their cocks were both semi-hard as I felt my ass twitch in anticipation.

“Soon guys,” Ian said laughing, “he needs a few more loads first.”

Turning opposite he led me into a room that was full of steam but not so steamy that you couldn’t make out couples engaged in a variety of acts. In the middle was a large pool with steps leading down where again men chatted, watched or were engaged in sex.

“The baths,” said Ian waving his hand, “anything goes in here, you just ask and the other says yes or no.”

I watched as a conversation took place on the other side of the room which ended with the man sitting shaking his head to the clear disappointment of the man who asked the question.

I heard a voice nearby. “May I suck your cock,” said a small balding man standing in front of us.

I looked at Ian to see whether he was going to say yes or no but Ian just smiled as he said, “he is talking to you.”

I was speechless as here was a totally random stranger offering to suck my cock in a public place. He must have taken my lack of response as a decline and went to turn away in disappointment.

“Of course he wants you to,” Ian said beside me, “but only as he sits on my cock.”

With that, Ian sat on a stone bench with his cock pointing up in the air and patted his thighs in encouragement. I sat down slowly and felt the head press against my anal star and as I paused, Ian placed a hand on either hip and pulled me down until he was fully impaled in me. The sensation was incredible of being stuffed with cock and as I luxuriated in the full feeling the small man who had been waiting patiently knelt and started sucking my cock.

My wife never really liked sucking my cock even in the early years of our marriage and would only do it on special occasions. It must have been a special occasion every day for the man whose mouth was clamped on my cock as it felt like a hoover on overdrive. Even when Ian started thrusting up, forcing my cock deep into the guy’s throat he never missed a beat and kept sucking. Looking down I could see his nose pressed against my groin and it felt like my cock was in a fleshy vice. I couldn’t help myself as I started to ride Ian’s cock faster I held the man’s head firmly as I fucked his mouth. I’m not sure who came Anadolu Yakası Escort first but as I spurted into the man’s throat I felt Ian flood inside me.

As I sat trying to catch my breath I resolved inside that I would learn to be as good a cocksucker as the small balding guy, but when I went to thank him he had already moved onto one of the men nearby and was busy deep throating him.

“You just met Harry the hoover,” Ian said, his cock still buried in my ass. “Best cocksucker in this place, trust me most will be a let down after him… So are you ready to get some different cock in you now?”

The vision of the young man in the side room flashed into my mind and to Ian’s amusement, I glanced in the direction of the sex rooms. “Go have some fun, I will check in on you later and may even bring a friend if he is about,” he said patting my ass affectionately. I stood feeling his cock pull from my ass and a trickle of his seed started down my thighs. As I moved towards the rooms looking for a free one I could see that Harry had eagerly latched onto Ian’s cock and was sucking him enthusiastically.

Finding a vacant room I looked at the condom still fastened around the door handle and as I stared at it I felt a little more of Ian’s seed slide from my ass. Tearing the condom from the handle I threw it on the floor as I wanted to be bred multiple times, I wanted to feel cum pouring out of me.

As I knelt on all fours waiting with my hairy ass pointing at the door some of my bravado started to fade as I began to wonder if I was doing the right thing. I mean letting a guy fuck me… twice… was one thing, but did I really want to become a cum dump? Just as I was about to get up I heard a voice at the door, “wondered where the new piggy had got to.”

Glancing back I recognised the two guys who had walked past earlier when Ian had been making his pig noises.

“Looks like he is ready filled,” laughed one, “how many loads so far?”

“Two,” I moaned pulling my cheeks apart, “and I am ready for more.”

“After you love,” said one as I realised they were a couple, “I don’t mind sloppy fourths and after all, I am bigger than you.”

The first guy just muttered as he drove his cock into my seed filled ass with a savage thrust and started fucking me fast and deep. He wasn’t as big as Ian, which was a relief due to the ferocity of his thrusts. His partner just stood watching as he slowly pulled on his cock keeping himself hard. Without conscious thought, I opened my mouth in invitation.

“Looks like piggy wants me to use his mouth,” the man standing watching said, “Though you had better slow down otherwise he might bite it off.”

“Don’t worry Steven, I am nearly there and as you know I do love breeding a pre-loaded ass.”

I could feel the guy getting even faster with his thrusts if that was possible and could hear my ass squelching as he drove in. Then with a grunt crossed with a cry of triumph, he unloaded deep into my innards, his seed joining the two loads from Ian, then he pulled out as quickly as he had thrust in.

“OK Steven he is all yours, now it’s piggy’s feeding time.”

As the second guy pressed his cock head to my distended anal ring the man who had just fucked me stood in front of my face holding his cock. “Open wide piggy it’s feeding time.”

Before I could protest the guy behind pushed forward and the sensation of his larger cock entering me made me open my mouth. The first guy took this as an invitation and grabbing my head pushed his cock into my mouth. Any ideas about being a talented cock sucker went as the man literally face fucked me. Every time the man fucking my ass thrust hard he forced me onto the man in front’s cock, pushing it down my throat. The sound of me coughing and gagging seemed to excite him more and to my surprise, he started to get hard again despite having just dumped his load in me a few minutes earlier.

I found that the best way of dealing with the spit roasting was to relax and just enjoy being fucked. The downside to relaxing was it allowed the guy in front to work the head of his cock into my throat limiting my air supply. His cock went further down my throat as Steven jetted his seed deep in my ass and I felt the guy in front flex as I realised he must be shooting his second load directly into my belly.

When they both pulled out I took in great gulps of air and could taste the seed in my mouth when I burped. I felt one of them push two fingers into my sloppy ass and wiggle them, “He is well loaded now,” he laughed as they left the room leaving me still on all fours trying to slow my heart rate as the cum started to ooze out.

I was about to get off and have a break when I heard a voice at the doorway.

“You sure about bare? And you up for multiples.”

Looking over my shoulder I was shocked to see four guys filling the doorway, the oldest of them would have still only been half my age. Part of me felt I should take a break but instead what came out of my mouth was, “If you are OK fucking someone old enough to be your father then I am game.”

“We love fucking silver daddies especially when we can breed them as well.” He must have inspected my ass as he went on, “Wow looks like you have been well-bred already.”

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I broke up with my boyfriend of 7 years during the first covid lockdown here in England. We still had to live together for a year until we sold the house we owned together – as you might expect we ended up hooking up alot that year. 2 gays that know each other well and still attracted to each other, it was bound to happen. This is the story of the first time it happened.

For a while after we broke up it was really awkward, but as time passed we started to get used to being around each other in a different capacity. Neither of us wanted to be miserable at home, we had no idea how long we’d have to wait to move out after all. As covid restrictions lifted further for the first time I went back home to visit my family for a bit. My mum had started to cut my stepdads hair as the barbers weren’t open anymore, so she offered to do mine too (it had gotten far too long). I thought it looked okay and was just happy that my hair wasn’t so long anymore!

Anyway, when I got back to me and my ex’s house he preceded to tell me my mum had given me a mullet! I didn’t think it was that bad, but I obviously didn’t have the view he did. He offered to trim the back to even it out – he’d started to shave his head recently so had some decent clippers. I thought it would be a bit awkward but accepted his offer, as long as he was happy to do it! He said yes it’s fine as long as I do his afterwards as we’re making the mess. I was only slightly nervous he’d shave all my hair off.

So we get all set up, agree on the length to try and what not and he gets started. Now I’ve always found getting my haircut to be a relatively exciting thing, I’ve always had quite sensitive ears. So bare in mind that fact, and how long since it had been since I’d been touched by another man – I started to get aroused. Now my dick isn’t İstanbul Escort very big, about 5.5 inches when erect – but it does get VERY hard. I hid it as much as possible while I was sat down and having my haircut, hoping he wouldn’t notice as I’m not sure how he’d react. So I just sat and enjoyed being touched until he finished. A few times I thought he was getting a little close and felt him rub his crotch against me but I didn’t think it was on purpose.

I go and check my hair in the mirror once he’s done and I’m pretty happy, it did look much better. He swap over snd he tells me what length to shave his too and I get started. I still have a raging boner at this point so try not to get too close to him – but at this point my dick is at his eye level. So as subtle as I tried to be there were definitely points where he could see or feel my dick. I got a bit more comfortable and enjoyed touching another guy for a bit, not knowing when I might again. I finished off, he was checked it out and was happy so we went our separate ways to tidy ourselves up.

I went downstairs to my en suite to jump in the shower – and have a wank and I was still hard as ever. Seeing my overgrown Bush I decided to quickly have a trim down there before jumping in the shower. As I was finishing the trim, I hear a knock on the bedroom door, I panic a little and and stumble on my words – saying something along the lines of I’m naked/busy. I stick my head out the bathroom door, trying to hide my boner and see him in just my favourite pair of Supawear boxers he has (watermelon themed, tight and gives him a really good bulge). He looks at me and says “can I interest you in some after care?”. 2 years on I still get a boner thinking about the confidence he exerts here. He pulls open the door and starts to Escort Bayan kiss me, I can’t help my self but to kiss back and get my hands on his lengthening dick, growing in his boxers. I pull away and ask him if this is a good idea, to which he says “does it have to be?”. We continue to make out, im somehow getting even harder and he now has a full erection, being kept down by his underwear. I say I need to finish trimming my pubs, so do so quickly while he watches my every move. He says he hasn’t done his either, so he asks once I’m done if he can use my trimmer. I say sure, but allow me to help you out.

He walks over to the bathroom and kisses me hard on my mouth. I go down to my knees and rub my face in his bulge – I’d missed the smell of dick and balls. I pull down his boxers and his rock hard 7 inch cock pops out, nearly hitting me in the face, balls drooping nicely below. I always loved his dick, great size, lovely balls, never fails to get hard and I knew how to make it cum. I control myself and don’t put it in my mouth straight away and start trimming his pubes, dick bouncing around as I move it to get all the angles. Once I finish there’s a glistening drop of pre-cum on the end of his bell end and it takes all my self control not to lick it off.

I stand up again, and we make out hard. Dicks rubbing together, hands all over each other – neither of us having done this in weeks, not knowing when we might again. I pull away and turn on the shower, pulling him in with me as the water heats up. We’re making out more in the shower, letting the water drench our naked bodies, pushing each other up against the walls and feeling every inch. I start to lather myself up with soap and shampoo, rubbing it on him with my body at the same time. We both get more slippery and soapy and Eskort it feels so good – soapy hands on my dick and asshole. We go like that for a but before rinsing off the soap. I couldn’t wait any longer, I wanted that sweet dick in my mouth. So I drop to my knees and start licking the length of his member, slowly but surely taking it all in my mouth until it hits the back of my throat and I hear him moan, my waiting dick pulses at the sound. I work on his dick for a while, until he drags me off my knees, pushes me against the wall and kisses me before he does the same routine to me on his knees. It felt so good.

He switches off the shower, briefly dry ourselves off and he jumps on the bed, looking at me with expectant eyes. So I jump between his legs and work on his dick till I could feel him getting close. I love to be showered with cum, and knowing how much he shoots, I quickly flip him over. He’s kneeling over me, kissing me while I quickly toss him off. His body tightens, dick engorges and shoots ribbon after ribbon of hot cum over my body. He’s moaning and groaning while flip him on his back and suck the cum from his dick and make him squirm till he begs me to stop.

After such a display from him, and me loving to make people cum, im about ready to bust. So while using his cum as lube I toss myself off and send my big hot load over him while sitting on his wet, still hard dick poking me in the asshole.

We both fall back on the bed panting, exhausted. He gets up, covered in my cum, grabs his boxers and walks off saying thanks for that!

I’m left their, covered in cum, completely shocked about what just happened. The post cum clarity was in full affect. Safe to say this was just the first of many hair cut related hook ups, amongst other boredom and drunk ones we had that year! Our sex life had never been better – just took us breaking up to get there.

Safe to say, after writing this I’m so hard and gonna get myself off just thinking about it. I might write up more of these stories still going around my head – we’ll see!

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It was finally college winter break, and I was going to spend a few days with my best friend from high school, Tommy. After graduation, we both went to separate state colleges, and didn’t get to see each other much, but we both were back in town over break, and we were going to drive up to northern Wisconsin for some skiing. My family had a small cabin a half hour from there, so after skiing, we were going to spend the night before coming home.

A snowstorm was predicted, but those things had a way of eluding the weatherman’s accuracy by either the amount of snow or the timing. It didn’t look too bad, but I borrowed my dad’s Jeep for the ride just in case.

I picked up Tommy and headed out on our trip. We had a great time playing our favorite songs and sharing some new ones along the way. We made it to the ski hill late afternoon and got into our gear.

It had been a few years since we had skied, so we kept to the easier slopes and tried to practice. There were quite a few people, and the weather was warm enough that everyone was having a great time. I had forgotten how tiring skiing could be, but we kept going, fueled by laughter and friendly competition.

It started snowing, and the crowd started thinning, but we were having so much fun we didn’t think about the weather. Finally it started getting late, and the snow kept getting stronger as the winds picked up. They were starting to shut down the hill, so we got into the Jeep to head for the cabin.

“We probably should have left a little earlier,” Tommy said as road visibility started getting bad.

“Yeah, but the cabin isn’t too far, and we can get warm and eat something there,” I replied.

The snow started piling up on the roads, and when we turned off for the county roads leading to the cabin, it was hard to see where the road ended and the ditches began. The wind was blowing hard, and the snow was drifting across the roads.

The Jeep had good traction but we still had to stay on the road. We had to drive slower, and that made the drive take longer, giving the snowstorm more time to dump on us. Tommy texted our parents to say we were almost at the cabin, and would text again when we got there. The closer to the cabin, the worse the cell reception, so we wanted to give them at least one check-in along the way.

I was getting nervous now, thinking how we could get in a ditch and get stuck. With no streetlights, the only light we had in the storm was the Jeep’s headlights, and they just reflected off of the blowing snow. I had driven on these roads many times, but they looked unfamiliar as the snow filled the ditches and overran the road.

For a while I thought we were lost, but then I recognized some familiar trees along the road and I knew we were almost there.

Finally, I saw what I thought was the driveway to the cabin, and turned, only to find I was a little short and the right side of the Jeep went into the ditch. We were stuck!

The tires kept spinning in the snow, so I knew we would have to dig out. Luckily, we were just up the driveway from the cabin.

“Can we just leave it here and get it tomorrow?” Tommy asked.

“I’m afraid a snowplow might run into it half on the road like this,” I replied.

So we left the Jeep at the side of the road and walked down the long dark driveway through the trees to the cabin.

Our family cabin sat in a small grassy clearing in the woods, surrounded by pine trees. The wind was whistling through the trees, causing the snow to drift several feet high in places. The snow was knee deep for most of the driveway as we hiked our way to the front porch.

I opened the door and turned on the lights. We walked into the main great room, with a kitchen toward the back left and a small bathroom in the front. A long stairway led to the L-shaped loft upstairs, where we had a king-sized bed and set of bunk beds.

Our cabin had electricity and a wood pellet stove, and we were lucky that the power was still on. I started the stove and turned on the well pump and hot water heater. It was about 40 degrees inside, so it would take a while for it to heat up. I turned on the ceiling fans in the loft to circulate the air as it heated, so it would eventually warm all over.

We went back outside and over to the shed where we found some shovels, then hiked back to the Jeep. It took us almost an hour to dig out the tires and push the Jeep until it got enough traction for us to get it back on the road, and then down to the driveway.

By the time we got back inside the cabin, we were soaked with sweat and melted snow, and shivering. The cabin had started to heat up, but the only warm area was near the pellet stove. We took off our wet coats and snow pants and hung them over chairs to dry out. As we started stripping out of our wet sweatshirts and pants, we realized that we had left our overnight bags in the Jeep in the driveway. I didn’t feel like putting the wet clothes back on to go outside again, and I remembered that we kept some old clothes upstairs in some dressers.

I went to Ataşehir Escort the loft and found the dresser that held mens clothes. I searched through two drawers until I found some old flannel pajamas. The two sets were pretty ugly – white with geometric designs, and blue with loud stripes, but they seemed to be close to our size, and we only had to wear them until our clothes dried overnight.

“Are you kidding?” Tommy laughed when I handed him the blue flannel pajamas. “I haven’t worn pajamas since I was a kid!”

“Yeah, I haven’t either,” I chuckled, “But they’re warm and dry and I’m cold. Otherwise, you can go outside and get our bags out of the Jeep…”

Tommy sighed and took the pajamas and went into the bathroom to change. I went to the kitchen and took off my damp long underwear and t-shirt, but decided to keep my boxer shorts on so I wouldn’t pop a boner through the gripper fly of the pajamas. The flannel felt warm and soft against my skin, but it was still very cool in the cabin. I hung up the damp clothes and found two pairs of slippers in the shoe rack for us.

Back in the kitchen, I preheated the oven and took a frozen pizza out of the freezer. I found some beer in the fridge and was putting the pizza in the oven when Tommy came into the kitchen.

I laughed at him, and he laughed at me as well. He looked like a little boy in those blue flannel pajamas. The loud stripes looked so retro, and his messy hair made him look like he just got up on Christmas morning in the 80’s. I’m sure I looked just as ridiculous in my wild patterned pajamas, but beggars can’t be choosers.

We set a timer for the pizza and I had Tommy look through the shelf of DVDs while I checked the pellet stove and looked for some blankets. The stove heated up fast, and the fan was blowing hot air, but it was really only warm near the stove.

I found a big heavy quilt and brought it down to the couch, where we both sat cuddled up and pulled the quilt around our shoulders. We shivered for a bit, but the dry clothes and body heat under the quilt felt very good and cozy. While we waited for the pizza, we texted our parents to let them know we got there ok.

The timer went off and I got the pizza and beers and brought it out to us, as Tommy fired up the ‘Die Hard’ DVD. We climbed back under the quilt as we ate, drank and watched the movie.

Tommy and I had always been close, but this situation seemed very intimate and intense, almost like we were at a sleepover as kids. Our inhibitions down from the beer and cold temperatures, it was perfectly ok to cuddle and put our arms around each other. I found myself touching Tommy’s back and arms, running my hands across the warm flannel and savoring this close connection. It seemed that Tommy felt the same way, his hand on my thigh, moving slowly and lingering where I enjoyed the touch. We were tired from all of the activity today, from skiing to shoveling and pushing the Jeep out, and getting sleepy and intimate.

Our parents texted back during the movie, so we didn’t have to worry about anything. The movie ended, and we were both yawning, so we went upstairs to the loft. Tommy gently rubbed my butt as he climbed the stairs behind me.

“You look so cute in these pajamas,” he told me. “This is a fun sleepover!”

It was still too cold this far from the pellet stove, so we decided to sleep together in the bed. I took off my socks and climbed under the covers. Tommy came in from the other side. The bed was so cold, we immediately started shivering and hugged each other for warmth. I turned off the night table lamp, and the cabin became pitch black, except for a small diffused light from the bathroom night light spilling out into the great room.

We laid there in the dark in each others’ arms, listening to the wind howling outside. Soon, we started warming up as the covers held in our body heat. Tommy’s flannel pajamas felt so soft and fuzzy that I found myself unconsciously exploring his body.

I don’t know why I did it, but I said “Goodnight, Tommy,” and kissed him on the cheek.

Tommy turned toward me and said “Goodnight, Matt”, and kissed me back, but on the lips.

I wasn’t expecting that, but in the dark it seemed like our private moment, and nothing wrong with that. I kissed him back, and we slowly kissed more passionately and for several minutes. I don’t think we knew what to do with that, and Tommy turned over on his side, and I spooned up next to him, my arm around him and pulling him toward me. That’s how we fell asleep.

It was still dark in the early morning, when I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. I gently rolled out of bed and made my way down the stairs. It was much warmer now – the air had circulated, and I was actually a little hot from all of the covers in the bed.

I finished in the bathroom, and checked on the stove, then quietly crept back up the stairs and crawled back into bed. It was nice and warm next to Tommy, and I fell back into a deep sleep.

Tommy must have woken up and went to the bathroom a while later, Acıbadem Escort because I felt him climbing back into bed, and we snuggled up back to back and fell back to sleep for another hour.

I woke to Tommy’s arm around me, and his body spooning me closely against my butt. I rolled over, our faces close together, and impulsively kissed him on the lips. “Good morning, sleepy.”

It was much lighter now, and the wind outside was much less. It was nice and warm in the bed, and Tommy’s messy hair looked so cute, as he smiled and kissed me back. We kept this up for quite a while, exploring each other’s lips. We embraced each other, and slowly started rubbing our bodies together as we made out.

I slowly ran my hand up and down Tommy’s chest, feeling his muscles. I unbuttoned the top button of his pajama top and slipped my hand partly inside, feeling his warm skin underneath. Tommy groaned softly and kissed me harder. I opened the next button, and the next, until his top was completely unbuttoned, and I pushed the sides open. I ran my hand over his skin, feeling his muscular chest to his flat abdomen.

My fingers touched his hard nipples and he shivered and giggled. “Hey, that tickles,” he laughed. “How do you like it?”

Tommy rolled toward me, pushing me on my back. He leaned up to kiss me, and began unbuttoning my pajama top. I wrestled with him a little and really liked how he held me down while unbuttoning my top. He ran his hand over my bare chest and tweaked my nipples.

“Hey! Not so hard,” I laughed.

I reached over and helped Tommy take off his pajama top, and then he helped me take off mine. I liked where this was going.

Pushing him back on his back, I leaned into him, kissing him and running my hand over his bare chest. I slid my hand down to the top of his pajama pants and slowly explored the ribbed waistband and soft flannel. My hand bumped into his erect cock underneath, and I pulled back.

“Oops, somebody is getting excited,” I noted.

“Don’t stop now, man! I like this.”

With that encouragement, I reached for the flannel waistband and found the gripper holding it closed. I popped open the top gripper, then reached down to open the gripper on the fly. I was able to pull back both sides of the open pajama pants, revealing the bright white of his tighty whities. I had worn them as a kid and never thought of them as sexy, but seeing Tommy in his briefs was so exciting. I could feel myself getting harder.

I massaged the firm bulge in Tommy’s briefs, exploring his erect cock and full balls. I touched his bare leg skin and slid a finger inside the leg opening to caress the side of his balls. It was so arousing touching another guy’s naked skin, and I knew Tommy liked it because he groaned in delight and spread his legs apart for me.

My hand seemed to have a mind of its own as I slowly rubbed his erect cock along the length, feeling the friction warm up the soft cotton fabric. I massaged his cock faster and faster, as Tommy started groaning more and rocking on the bed. He reached to his waist and pulled his briefs down, freeing his fully hard cock, then worked the briefs and pajama pants down to his ankles and completely off. Tommy was now naked in the bed next to me.

I reached for his cock and was surprised how warm it felt in my hand. He moaned and giggled when I started stroking it and alternating with holding his balls in my hand.

“Oh God, that feels so good, Matt!”

I grinned. “How come we never did this before?”

“I don’t know! But let’s make up for time lost. Roll over.”

Tommy guided me to lay on my back and moved up to passionately kiss me on the mouth. We tasted each other and I pulled him to me tightly. He moved his hand around on my chest, alternating with firm pressure and light caressing. His touch made me quiver as he felt every inch of my body.

I felt Tommy move his hand to my waist, and unsnap the grippers of my pajama pants, spreading the front open. He moved his hand to search for my firm cock tenting in my boxers, and he played with the material as he stroked it. I moaned softly as waves of pleasure ran along my throbbing cock.

Tommy released me and slid his hand inside my boxer shorts and grasped the shaft of my cock. His hand felt so warm and he squeezed and caressed me. I’ve jerked off a lot, but it never felt this good to have someone else stroking me.

I reached down to the waistband and slid my boxers down and kicked them toward my ankles along with my pajama pants, and then off. Now we were both completely naked.

We rubbed our bodies together, savoring the touch of each other’s naked skin. I was getting so aroused, I wanted to shoot my load, but I had to slow down and get Tommy ready too. As we rolled back and forth, I climbed up on his chest, balancing my weight on elbows and knees. We kissed deeply and I started moving my body in slow waves chest to chest, our cocks touching and rubbing against each other. Tommy grabbed my ass cheeks and helped keep my rhythm as we rubbed against each other.

I İstanbul Escort could feel precum leaking from my cock and I whispered, “I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Me too! I want you to cum on me.” He kissed me and we rocked together faster.

I couldn’t hold it much more, and in a low voice I told him, “I’m cumming Tommy….” and I shot a huge load of sticky warm cum between us. It felt so warm on my belly and chest. Tommy pulled my ass tightly, squeezing us together, and I felt him spurt between us.

“Oh man! I’m cumming too!”

We lay like that for several minutes, our cocks spurting a few more times, then we collapsed in exhaustion. I rolled off Tommy on my back and we looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

“That was so hot, Matt! I am just tingling everywhere.”

I laughed. “That was a lot of seed.”

I rubbed two fingers through the white sticky mess on Tommy’s chest, mixing our semen together. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked off a big glob of our cum. “Mmmm, we taste very good together. I guess this makes us ‘seed brothers’, you know, like blood brothers, but we mixed our seed together.”

Tommy chuckled. “Let me taste some too.” I scooped up some more mixed cum and fed it to both of us, cleaning up as much as I could so we wouldn’t make a mess in the bed.

I reached up and kissed Tommy, licking his lips. “Mmmm, you taste good. I’ve gotta pee. I’ll bring back a washcloth and clean you up.”

I carefully climbed out of bed and down the stairs, trying not to drip any cum. The air was chilly, but much warmer than when we first got there. It felt strange walking through the cabin naked, especially since I was here with another guy, but that also made it arousing. I peed in the toilet, then got a washcloth and went to the sink. The hot water was now available, so I got the cloth wet and cleaned off my cock, balls and chest. I dried off with a towel, rinsed out the washcloth, and took them upstairs.

Tommy was laying on the bed, his naked body looking so beautiful and sexy. I smiled at him, and started washing off his chest and then his soft cock and balls. He raised himself up on his elbows and watched me with fascination as I cleaned him up and tried off his damp skin.

“I like it when you touch me,” Tommy told me. “You are so gentle and take your time. It feels so good.”

“This is so intimate. I like how you touch me too. We should have done this years ago.”

Tommy got up to pee and took the washcloth and towel with him. I watched his firm ass as he walked away from me to the stairs.

I looked under the blankets and found the pajama bottoms and underwear that we had both kicked off. I turned them right-side out and was going to pull on my boxers when I decided to wear his white briefs instead. They felt nice and snug, and reminded me of how Tommy looked when I opened his pajama pants and saw him wearing them.

Just then Tommy came up from the bathroom and whistled at me. “Looking sexy in my undies, Matty!”

I laughed and handed him my white boxer shorts. “Let’s trade.”

He took them from me and pulled them on. “Wow, very comfortable. I see why you wear them.”

“And you look pretty sexy yourself, man!”

I handed Tommy the white pajamas with geometric designs that I had been wearing, and I started putting on the blue pajamas that he was wearing. It felt exciting to be wearing his clothes and I felt myself getting aroused again. We finished getting dressed and headed downstairs.

I had found some frozen orange juice concentrate and bagels in the freezer last night, and had set them out to unthaw overnight. I started making the orange juice and toasting the bagels, while Tommy turned on the TV looking for a local weather report. We could still hear the wind howling and the snow was blowing past the windows.

I brought Tommy a glass of juice and a buttered bagel, then joined him on the couch. He had found a local station, and we watched as they reported on snow ending this afternoon, with a total around 18″ and blowing and drifting continuing through the evening.

“Looks like we’re staying another night!” We texted our parents to let them know we were ok, since it might take a few hours for the weak cell signal to get through. We finished our breakfast and I checked the pellet stove supply and we adjusted the clothes that were nicely drying on the chairs near the stove. I took the plates and glasses to the kitchen, then stood in front of the glass patio doors watching the snow. Tommy came up behind me and put his arms around me, holding me tightly. I hugged his arms and we stood there in silence watching the beautiful nature display.

We decided to watch some TV, and cuddled up on the couch under the quilt. What a strange and relaxing way to start the day. We were warm and comfortable, we had some food and drink, we had no deadlines to leave.

We watched some lame TV shows, but mostly talked and cuddled and just enjoyed holding each other so close. After a while, our touching heated up a little, as we became more bold and started exploring each other under the blanket. I felt Tommy slide his hand up my thigh and gently caress my bulging cock through the flannel pajamas. I returned the favor and felt his cock, which was erect under his pajama pants.

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I had always called him Mr. Cho, out of respect however begrudgingly given, based on the fact that he was younger than me. By two years, but it still counted. Ha, look at me who’s returning to academia after what I called a leap year after my first year medical school, which turned into two, which turned into five, but now here I was back at my old school, teaching Biology to heathens, while he, Mr. Cho, the man of my disturbingly real – and disturbingly increasingly erotic – dreams, was waving flags as the man of the hour teaching, of all possible things, languages.

He was a new addition way back before the pandemic arrived, and as such remained a novelty, an Asian teacher in our half-derelict school system. He had an adorable accent speaking French – but who wouldn’t? And he was pretty competent in the other six languages he was teaching. He became some sort of a star teacher as well, playing in the teachers’ teams for basketball and rugby. How? Witness his thunder thighs, which I had dreamt was wrapped around my torso once – and consequently wet myself with precum.

He was supposed to settle in with his family, but like a miserable Maltepe Escort baby COVID put a wrench in every plan. As such we became close, the two remaining quasi-bachelors, him not by choice, and well, me. We spent time together, two perfectly different individuals who just happened to be stuck in a countryside residential school, during a time of uncertainty and misery and death. Which as it turned out, a great excuse to turn to each other for sex.

The first time he was lounging around my house in shorts and tank top, just after a social-distanced run. He was drinking, and the juice had ran down his chin, dropping near his crotch. I noticed his erection before he did, and decided to lunge at it with my hands, which shocked him and me both. But he decided to go with the flow, sat down with his shorts around his feet, and opened the fore-mentioned thunder thighs that had haunted my lonely nights.

And there it was, the cock of dreams. Tall, blunt – he was uncut, thank the good Lord in heavens – and hefty, it was, in short words, beautiful. The skin had withdrawn tight showcasing the strawberry head, which was pink and Anadolu Yakası Escort smooth and glistened in precum already, dropping down to his balls, the right surreptitiously higher than the left. I dipped down and lustily nipped at the cock slit, taking in more of the deliciously sweet but thinned out precum between my lips, in the process making love with the cock head.

“Fuck, Mr. Kindle, where did you learn to suck cock so good?”

“Hey, I’m older than you, don’t knock two years of experience. And call me by my real name.”

“Sure, Gary.” He smiled at that, and kept on smiling through his large orgasm, as he sent up six thick volleys of white hot cum into my waiting gullet. “Fuck, my wife never could, fucking ridiculous.”

“Of course. I’m not your wife.” I wiped at my mouth daintily with his sweaty shorts. Fuck, I could have slept in the smell all day.

The next time he was eager – for it, and for more. I decided to throw caution to the wind and lubed his considerable cock with only slathers of my saliva, and as I descended on his rampant cock like a libertine whore my thought ran to his wife, İstanbul Escort even as I felt her husband’s cock twitch midway into my ass, the coronal ridge scraping deliciously against my ass lining: what would she think of her husband having – nay, enjoying homosexual sex with a white guy two years his senior? So much questions, or as I liked to call them inquiries, even as I smiled down at Cho’s face which was glued to the heated point where ass met crotch.

“Fuck Cho, your cock’s so fucking big.”

“I know.” He smiled lasciviously. “And call me by my real name.”

“Okay, Seung-jin.” I felt his cock head nudge at my prostate at the sound of his name running down my lips and suddenly felt the cum race out of my cock slit, each pulse burning the edge of the slit like wet fire – I never had sensation that intense before. “Fuck, I’m cumming, cumming FUCK YEAHH!”

“Oh fuck, you’re squeezing my FUCK I’M CUMMING, CUMMING UP YOUR ASS FUCK NGGGGHHHH!!!” Seung-jin yelled out before I closed his mouth with mine in a deep searing kiss. He stared at my eyes for a second before taking over the kiss. “I never had a fuck that good.”

“Well, now you know whose door to knock.”

“Fuck Gary Kindle, I think I’m falling in love.” I could feel a pulse of his cock burping out the last of his semen. And in that moment despite his wife, despite the pandemic, everything was – finally – all right.

“… Me too.”

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