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Jody’s story is entirely separate from this book, although he is a character in that book. Without further ado, enjoy Jody, the Team, and the Navy! Kenneth Kirk Jody, the Team, and the Navy Chapter 10 The next morning, we all slept late, finally awakened at 10:15 by the housekeeper’s keys rapping on our door. Somebody from the other bed yelled out, “Please come back later!” For a few minutes everyone lay still, trying to salvage the bliss of sleeping in, but finally Scott bounded into the bathroom, where sounds of a long-overdue piss lasted for a while before he returned to bed. Next up was Brandon, who more-or-less replayed Scott’s pee sounds, but, rather than returning to bed, he turned on the shower. Moments later, I donated a bladderful to the toilet bowl. When he heard the splash, Brandon peered around through the shower door and said, “Jody, is that you?” “Uh-huh.” “Come here,” he said. I stepped to the door, which opened. “Get in,” he ordered. With the door shut behind me, he took me in his arms and kissed me warmly. “Wash my back,” he said before releasing me. Turning toward the wall, he handed me the soap. For a few minutes we washed each other’s bodies, which was a lovely reminder of my days at UNC. By the time we were done, we were erect and dripping both water and pre-cum. Turning me to the wall, he dropped down and began to lick my hole, preparing me for another rear assault, I surmised. In due time my quiet moans from his wonderful rim job were replaced by louder groans and moans from the penetration of my sphincter with his big, hard cock. As he fucked me, I heard the sounds of piss in the toilet again, presumably from Blade this time, but I couldn’t have cared less who it was. Brandon’s orgasm came rather quickly and was punctuated by loud yelps that hurt my ears as they reverberated through the shower and the whole room. When we went back into the bedroom, Scott grinned and said, “Obviously, we have some things to talk about, but some of us need showers first.” Brushing past us, he climbed in and turned on the water. Half an hour later, we were seated in the window of a trendy caf� with a sort of organic/hippie vibe. No problem; they served great hot coffee and their eggs, sausage, and pancakes were excellent. After we’d placed our orders and had our second cups of coffee in front of us, Blade turned to me and said, “So, I’m guessing last night wasn’t your first time.” At this point I felt I didn’t exactly know what these guys’ stories were, but I no longer felt threatened by my “secret.” So, I grinned to Blade. “No,” I said matter-of-factly. Brandon put a hand on my forearm. “Before we start giving you the third degree, I think it would be appropriate for us to share first. Agreed, guys?” He looked at Scott and Blade. “Good idea,” Scott nodded. “You first.” “Fair enough,” Brandon smiled. “Just like most other guys in the Navy, we like sex � a lot!” We all smirked. “In fact, we like it so much that our girlfriends never seem to be able to really meet our needs. And, sometimes we don’t have girlfriends. Anyhow, we have each come to appreciate the value of good friends who are willing to help us take care of those extra needs.” So far, based on last night in the hotel room, none of this was news. He looked at me as if to see if I understood. I nodded. “In fact, we spend a lot of time together and with a few other guys, taking care of everyone’s needs. Like last night.” “That sounds, uh, quite nice,” I said, hoping I could be included in future gatherings. “It is,” Scott said. “Yes, it is,” Blade added. “We aren’t a bunch of closeted gay guys,” Brandon explained. “We are mostly straight, maybe a little bit bi, but not exclusively gay.” I nodded. “Except for a couple of the guys,” Blade added. “We have weekend parties sometimes,” Scott said. “And go on private cruises a few times a year,” Brandon said. “Of course, it all revolves around taking care of needs,” Blade chuckled. “I understand,” I said with confidence. “So, how many guys are we talking about here?” “Um,” Brandon sighed. “It varies from event to event but ranges from about 6 or 7 up to maybe 17, 18. I’d guess we have about 20 in our circle if you count everyone. Guys?” “Yeah, that’s about right,” Scott said. “So,” Blade said as the waitress began placing our plates before us. “Do you think you’d like to join this illustrious group?” I waited until the waitress had left us. “Absolutely!” I said enthusiastically. “I’d love to be a part of such a group!” They all smiled and began to eat. “This sounds a bit like my baseball team in college,” I shared. “Your baseball team?” Scott asked, a hint of shock in his voice. “Yeah,” I said, “our coaches used sex as a motivating factor.” “They brought in whores?” asked Blade with a chuckle. I laughed. “Not exactly, just guys on scholarship.” “Oh?” Brandon said quietly. “Tell us more.” As we consumed our breakfasts, I shared the basics of our point system and that I was the primary server in the system. “Wait!” exclaimed Scott. “Are you saying you blew the entire baseball team after every game?” “Not quite,” I laughed as Blade and Brandon looked on in mild shock. “The players only got some action by paying for it. A BJ cost them a gold star and a fuck cost them 3 stars. So, I guess I was a whore who got paid in gold stars instead of greenbacks.” “Fuck!” Brandon said softly. “Damn right!” Scott said. “I wish my coaches had used that motivation plan!” “So,” Blade leaned into the table. “How much sex did you actually get?” “Of course, it varied, but I’d say I averaged about 5 BJ’s and 5 fucks after each game and we played 60 games per season.” “Holy fuck!” Scott whistled. “Wait. You bottomed 300 times each year?” Brandon said incredulously. “Oh,” I said, “a lot more than that. I also took care of my roommate Len at least twice a day and our suitemates Louis and Micky a couple of times a week. And Coach Jordan a couple of times a week. And a few others maybe once a week on average.” I was getting a little embarrassed at listing all my sexual activity like that, especially at the looks of disbelief on my companions’ faces. “Jeee-sus!” Blade breathed. “Are you shitting us?” Scott blurted out. “Why would I lie about being such a slut?” “Hey,” Brandon said sharply, “there is no judgment here. Most people would consider us all sluts.” He patted my arm. “We’re just a little surprised you’ve had such an impressive past.” “With so many guys!” Scott added. “For how long?” Blade asked. “All through my college years. Len seduced me right at the beginning and it just seemed to snowball from there.” “So,” Blade said, “you enjoy bottoming for a bunch of guys?” “Oh, yes,” I said enthusiastically. “I mean, there’s a limit, of course, but I’m usually good for a couple of hours at a time.” Blade’s eyes widened. “Wow! I think half an hour on bottom is a long time.” Brandon turned to face Scott and Blade. “I think Jody is imminently qualified to be part of the group, don’t you?” “Hell, yes!” Scott nodded. “He’s perfect.” “I agree,” Blade said. “Thanks,” I said with a smile. Brandon laughed. “We just need to take Giresun Escort you to one event and the guys will think you’re some kind of sex god.” “That sounds awesome,” I said. There was a moment of silence with everyone concentrating on finishing up his meal. Scott broke the silence. “Before we introduce Jody to the whole group, I would like a chance to introduce him to my hard cock.” We all laughed heartily. “Absolutely!” I said after I caught my breath. Then in a quiet voice I added, “My asshole is ready when you are!” They laughed so hard Blade spit coffee on his pancakes and Scott choked on a bite of food. “Holy shit, Jody!” Scott cried. “You’ve made me so hard it hurts!” “Okay, guys,” Brandon chided us, “don’t get yourselves too revved up. We have a lot of sightseeing to do before we get back to the room.” “The monuments must have restrooms,” Scott noted suggestively. Brandon chortled. “Just so you know. I don’t bail people out of jail.” We all laughed again as we tried to down our last bites of breakfast. We spent all afternoon walking around the Tidal Basin, exploring the Lincoln and Jefferson Memorials and seeing the amazing view from the Washington Monument. We managed to catch the last tour of the day at the U.S. Mint, where we all gawked at millions of dollars behind cases and we closed down the Smithsonian’s National Air and Space Museum. Our Navy ID’s saved us admission fees and got us some special treatment at the museum and the monument. All in all, I had a wonderful time with these three new friends as we learned about our country and its history, along with some interesting science. I insisted on stopping at a Rexall Store we passed on our way back to the hotel. While the others waited outside, I purchased two Fleet enemas in anticipation of the evening’s activities. In the elevator back at the Courtyard, Scott pulled me close and whispered into my ear, “I can be hard in just a few seconds.” I giggled. “How about giving me time for a douche and a shower first?” He laughed. “Only if I can rim you afterwards.” “Like I’d ever turn down a rim job!” “Gentlemen!” Brandon said with fake sternness. We all laughed as the elevator doors opened at our floor. I was given the first slot in the bath while the others watched part of the Florida-Georgia Tech basketball game on TV. When I finished my shower, I was followed quickly by Scott. By the time Brandon was in the shower and Blade was back in the bedroom, Scott had me on my knees enjoying a very enthusiastic tonguing of my fresh, pink rosebud. Blade climbed into bed with us, sliding in front of me and presenting his six inches for my oral attention. Eagerly, I swallowed him down to the root, enjoying the act of blowing this more easily managed cock. It was a perfect mouthful in that it just reached the edge of my throat but didn’t cause any discomfort there. When Brandon came in a few minutes later, we presented quite an erotic sight to him, I suppose, for he just laughed and said, “Go right ahead, guys. Don’t wait for me.” None of us stopped moaning and groaning long enough to answer him, so Brandon wiggled under me where he could alternate between sucking my cock and Scott’s biggie. Scott was ready to go to the next level soon after Brandon began working on the black cock. Scott thanked Brandon and then pulled his dick out of Brandon’s mouth to apply a bit of lube. Then he moved forward until his glans met my anus for a preliminary kiss. The rounded cockhead sort of nuzzled into my ass and then started pressing forward with a strong push. For a moment, my body held its defenses, but then it yielded to the thick battering ram and the defenses fell quickly. As Scott’s rigid pole slid inch after inch deeper, I opened my mouth to suck air around Blade’s cock and to let out a very satisfied groan. Again, Brandon drew my dripping cock into his warm mouth and my groan went up in pitch and volume. I couldn’t imagine anything better than Scott’s cock in my asshole, Blade’s in my mouth, and mine in Brandon’s hot mouth. Wow! Soon Blade’s cock swelled in my mouth and hot wads of his cum gushed out, giving me a nice taste of his milky essence. The excitement of tasting his load while I was getting so deliciously plowed and sucked at the same time pulled me closer to climax, but I didn’t crest just yet. I felt a change in Brandon’s work as he stopped sucking and settled for gently circling my cock with his tongue. He was keeping me near the boil-over point but not finishing the job. Blade’s cries settled down as I held his cock in my warm mouth, sucking calmly. Scott pumped me faster and harder as his grunts became stronger and deeper in tone. When Scott shifted from groans to short bursts of “Oh!” Brandon started sucking me with more strength. Scott fucked me for all he was worth, cresting into his orgasm and pulling me with him. I only needed a few seconds for that to take me over the threshold into a gut-spilling, screaming orgasm that could probably be heard throughout the hotel. Brandon sucked my semen deep into his throat and held it while Scott pumped shot after shot of his juices into me. We clutched, twitched, and roared with the joy of ejaculation as we completed our amazing fuck. Brandon released my cock and slid off the side of the bed. “Out of my way, Scott!” he demanded. Instantly, Scott pulled his eight hot inches out to make room for Brandon’s almost nine, which entered me after only a very short pause. Brandon pummeled me for a few minutes before flipping me onto my back to give me eight-to-ten more minutes of delicious fucking. After cumming in Brandon’s mouth, my dick had flagged a bit, but it came back as hard as ever thanks to the pounding of Brandon’s cock against my prostate. When Blade leaned in and sucked my cock into his warm and loving throat, he only had to work on it for less than two minutes before he got his reward of a mouthful of ensign cum. I yelped, I began shooting my load, my asshole clenched, Brandon cried out, “Fuck, yeah! Take it, Jody! Take my load in your hot ass!” And he gave me that load in nine full shots of prime Navy semen! The four of us lay in a tangled mass for a few minutes as we slowly recovered from our exertions. I got fucked one more time before dinner, taking Blade’s six in the shower as we cleaned up again. We had an elegant dinner at the Connecticut Steakhouse a few blocks away from the hotel. From the restaurant, we went back to the gay bar for a round of drinks before we all agreed we’d rather be in our room than in that bar. Twenty minutes later we were back in our room where four cocks were calling for attention, waving, twitching, and drooling in anticipation of more mind-blowing sex. First, we had an all-oral round in which I finally tasted Brandon’s spice while Scott drained me and Blade drained him. Completing a military-style daisy chain, Brandon sucked the nectar out of Blade’s stem. As we recuperated, I whispered to Scott that I would like a chance to taste his essence soon. With a big grin, he whispered back he was sure that could be arranged. After a round of beers and pee breaks, we launched into part two of our get-acquainted evening with my guys taking turns feasting on my hole while I took turns giving them some pleasant oral pleasure. To my delight, they all enjoyed kissing, licking, and tonguing my hole until I finally begged for more. A few minutes of greasy fingers feeling up my prostate had my cock oozing a continuous flow of pre-cum before Blade replaced all those fingers with his greased-up cock. After a few minutes, Blade withdrew and Scott entered me. I really liked the way Scott pounded me with his wonderful thick penis. After a few more minutes, he withdrew and Brandon pushed in his nine inches to stretch me out even more. Soon, my hole needed to adjust to the thinner dimensions of Blade’s dick as the rotation of an impromptu round robin was established. Initially I was on my knees in place for doggie-style penetrations. When Brandon entered me for the third round, I was right at the edge of orgasm so a couple of minutes of his prostate-crushing strokes took me the distance. I unloaded a half-gallon of jizz into the bedsheets while he kept plowing my clenching asshole. When he pulled out, the guys turned me onto my back and pulled me to the edge of the bed so they could fuck me while standing at the side of the bed. Two complete rounds in that position had everyone nearing their peak of arousal and the third round was their opportunity to finish their efforts. One by one, my lieutenants rammed their juicy dicks into my quivering rectum where they thrust until they could hold off a big orgasm no longer. When the last load was delivered by the handsome Lt. Krakowsky, we all coalesced into a mass of exhausted human flesh in one bed. “Guys,” I said, “it’s been a long time since I’ve been this happy.” “And well-fucked,” Scott joked. We started laughing. “And so full of semen,” Blade added. Our laughter increased. After the laughter died down to a few chuckles, Brandon sighed, “Life is good.” “Amen!” I said. “I love you guys. You’re as horny as a whole baseball team!” They laughed and patted my well-used rump. “Only you would know,” Scott observed. I awoke a couple Giresun Escort Bayan of hours later with a sticky mess on the sheets under my ass, but secure with Scott holding me on one side and Brandon on the other. I smiled and dropped off to sleep some more. The next morning I got to taste Scott’s sperm, which was a bit stronger in flavor than either Brandon’s or Blade’s. I thought I could tell the difference well enough to distinguish one lieutenant’s cum from the other’s. How cool was that? While I was working to get my first taste of Scott’s uniqueness, I received another dose of Blade’s spunk administered doggie style in my butthole. Of course, the uber-top Brandon was very happy with sloppy seconds and gave me yet another load for my efforts. We showered, dressed, and cleared out of the room, depositing our gear with the bellhop and checking out. Then we spent about 5 hours at the zoo, which was not half enough time to see it all, but it was enough time to have a lot of fun and enjoy a beautiful day together. We left the District about 1515 that afternoon, stopped somewhere on the way home for grease-burgers and fries, and arrived at the BOQ around 2030. Thankfully, none of my new fuck-buddies disturbed me that evening so I went to sleep early. It felt just a little bit strange to be alone, even for a few hours. I did get caught up on my sleep a bit before 0600, when I awakened to get ready to report for duty. We four drifted into the mess hall one by one but wound up sharing a table for a few minutes before we all had to head out for the day. At dinner Brandon invited me to his room at 2100 for a beer. At the appointed time, I knocked on his door, which he answered wearing only tighty-whities that displayed his big cock quite, quite well. After some very nice kissing and even better ass-tonguing, he greased my hole and his plunger and plunged right in, bringing simply fantastic sensations to my hole, pre-cum to my cockhead, and deep moans to my lips. Although he had fucked me several times over the weekend, this was our first private time together and it felt loving and special to me. Apparently, he felt something similar because after he’d filled my hole and I had covered my own chest, he looked deeply into my eyes with his intense brown ones. “Jody, babe, that was the most satisfying sex I have ever had! I hope to spend a lot of time topping you, you gorgeous, sexy creature.” “I’d love that!” He smiled, but soon the smile faded. “But,” he said in his stern voice, “I want to emphasize that I am not gay and never could be satisfied in a permanent relationship with a guy � even you.” “I know,” I said. I did understand that fact of life. “I feel some emotions for you and I think you might feel some, too.” I nodded, “I do.” “That’s okay, but just don’t ever start thinking maybe we’ll be a couple or something. Please! I don’t want you to get hurt by something so great.” “Thanks, Brandon. You’re one very sweet guy and I probably will fall in love with you. I fell in love with my roommate Len in college and also with my coach Stan. They were like you in this way. Len got married a few months back and I think Coach is dating a woman seriously. If I was able to deal with Len’s being mostly straight, I will be able to handle your sexuality, too.” “I’m glad to hear that,” he grinned, “because I’m ready for seconds.” I looked at his throbbing erection. “Damn! You are!” I surprised him a bit by rolling over and crawling onto his torso, spreading my legs, and sitting right down on his huge dong. I rode him hard for fifteen minutes until he pulled me off and tossed me face-down onto the mattress. For twenty more minutes he fucked me into his bed � I loved every pounding thrust! � before he blew another great load into me. We didn’t mention that he and Blade were soon moving to an apartment, but I assumed we’d figure out some way to continue our escapades. My three buddies seemed to coordinate their sex drives as I was invited to one room each evening, where the needs of my ass were met along with the needs of their cocks (and mine, too, actually). From side comments, I finally figured out that on the nights I was taking Scott, Blade was usually getting pounded by Brandon. More and more, I realized Brandon’s sexual prowess was very near to Len’s. The first time I saw Commander Vern Miller after our trip to DC, I noticed he had a sort of wicked-looking smile when he looked at me. I suspected Scott had informed him of my proclivities. He started patting my ass more and seemed to be around when I would shower at the gym. A couple of weeks after our big weekend in Washington, Brandon informed me that we were invited to dinner at some friends’ house on Saturday night. The party was to also include Scott and Vern. I smirked at Brandon when he told me about the invitation. “Am I to be dessert?” “What do you think?” he teased. “I should be so lucky.” He laughed. “Yes, ensign, you should be so lucky.” When Saturday rolled around, I did a very heavy workout with weights to puff up all my muscles. Back at my room, I made sure I took a very thorough douche and slept for over two hours in the afternoon. I dressed in my sexiest outfit � skin tight tan Levi’s to emphasize my firm bubble butt, an equally tight vee-necked sweater woven from a soft, thin golden-yellow yarn that hugged every crevice in my abdomen and made my perky nipples stand out and beg to be sucked, and brown penny-loafers without socks. Underneath I wore a canary yellow string bikini. Brandon also dressed in tight Levi’s, blue denim. His shirt was a simple light blue tee with a white ram’s head drawn on the front and University of Rhode Island in script on the back. He wore white sneakers and white socks. I didn’t yet know what he was wearing underneath. During the 20-minute drive to dinner, Brandon briefed me on our hosts: Alex and Darren. According to Brandon, Darren was a tall half-British, half-black guy who was quite handsome. CDR Darren Mitchell was a branch manager in Base Facilities and had a strong, muscular body. “You’ll like him. A lot.” “Why do you say that?” “He’s very masculine, along with being good-looking and very nice.” “Sounds good.” “And his cock is just a fraction of an inch shorter than mine.” “God, you know me too well!” I chuckled. `It’s okay for you to call me that in private,” he chuckled, “but please don’t call me `God’ in front of others.” While I laughed, he added, “It’s embarrassing!” “I guess that explains why I like getting on my knees in front of you.” He laughed again. “That reminds me. I’ve been meaning to explain that it’s customary that, when you’re on your knees to worship me, you face me.” For a moment I didn’t get the joke, but when it sunk in, I laughed deeply. When I found my breath, I asked, “But isn’t a sacrifice the highest form of worship?” “And you are sacrificing what exactly when you face away from me?” “My innocence?” Brandon laughed loudly. “You cannot sacrifice something you gave away years ago!” “Oh!” I cried in mock hurt. “So, tell me about Alex.” With a completely blas� face, he said, “Well, he sometimes faces me and sometimes he faces the other way, too.” I cracked up again. “Too much information!” “Nonsense. You’ll see it yourself tonight most likely.” Then he went on to describe Alex. He was CDR Bjorkland, who, as his name suggested, was part Swedish and part Norwegian with “beautiful blue eyes, perfect blond hair, and a smooth, well-defined, but not heavy, body,” according to Brandon. He also said Alex was very tall and was head of a branch of the Communications Department on base. He was about eight inches long and pretty thick and was comfortable bottoming as well as topping. That comment made me wonder how many of the guys in the group were tops and how many were bottoms. When I asked the question, Brandon thought for a minute before answering. “Um,” he held up his fingers and began counting. “Our exclusive tops are Vern, Kris, Alvin, Earl, Arnie, and me. I’ve only seen Darren bottom once, so he is essentially a full top. That’s seven tops. Some of the guys will bottom sometimes, but strongly prefer to top. That would be Miguel, Mike, Lawrence, Doug, and Scott.” “Scott bottoms?” I asked, surprised. “Uh-huh. He tops mostly, but he enjoys a hard dick in his ass sometimes, too.” “I can’t imagine that.” “I love to see him taking a pounding. It’s so unexpected that it’s incredibly hot.” “Um,” I tried to picture it, but failed. “I would bet.” Looking at his fingers, Brandon continued, “So, I guess that’s five who are mostly tops. A couple of guys seem to be about 50-50. Alex, Blade, and, um, I think that’s probably all. Two in that category. Then there are the ones who bottom more than they top. That would be, gee, just Ted. How many is that?” “Um, seven tops, five mostly tops, two equals, and one bottom. Fifteen?” “That’s about it. Every month or two someone transfers out so there is a constant change in the total. We are all watching for other guys who might fit in and we add them when we find them.” “Like me?” “Yep. I didn’t know you were going to Escort Giresun work out until that first night in DC. And, to be honest, tonight is sort of your official interview, I guess.” Just then he turned the car into the driveway of a long, rambly-looking ranch house in an above-average middleclass neighborhood. “Well,” I chuckled. “Thanks for the warning!” He grinned and patted my knee. “You don’t need it.” I was surprised when CDR Vern Miller answered the door. He was wearing Lee’s jeans that snuggly cupped his thighs, buttocks, and crotch topped by a yellow and green plaid dress with at least four open buttons at the top so his chest rug could be seen. He smiled broadly and said, “Welcome, Jody.” “Commander,” I nodded. “Tonight, I’m Vern,” he corrected me with a wink. “Is that okay?” “Of course,” I nodded, “Vern.” As Brandon closed the door, Vern drew me in for a solid hug. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” he whispered as he rubbed my butt with one hand. “Me, too, stud,” I whispered back. He leaned back and wiggled his eyebrows, then released me. Scott stepped around Vern to scoop me into a deep hug. He kissed me (no tongue, for a change) and welcomed me. Behind Scott, a tall stud came into the foyer. He was a bit stocky with thick, heavy muscles that stretched his white muscle shirt almost to the breaking point. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on those pecs! His face glowed with a healthy-looking chocolate mocha skin tone and large, white teeth showing through a warm smile. I knew three things instantly. One, I was going to like this man. Two, I would feel very protected and safe with him. Three, I was going to love submitting my asshole to him. When he turned to lead us into the house, I noticed that his khaki’s fit very snug around firm, meaty butt-cheeks that completed a very humpy package I was looking forward to unwrapping. We all trooped into the large kitchen where the very tall Scandinavian-looking Alex was busy making dinner. He stopped long enough to hug Brandon and shake hands with me, then pull me into a hug. Since he was at least six inches taller than me, my head nestled easily into the base of his neck, against his shoulder. I could feel a firm pectoral beneath my cheek. He was very white � perfectly blond hair, pale blue eyes, and skin that looked as if it had never met the sun. His face, like his body, was long and slender. I noticed his feet were large but narrow in his deck shoes and his fingers were long and bony. I wondered if his cock was like that, too. “Welcome to Norfolk and our home,” Alex said as he released me. “I look forward to getting to know you. Now, all of you, out of the kitchen, please!” Darren led us into the living room, where he made a pitcher of margaritas for us. When he’d poured a glass for each of us, he handed them to Scott, who delivered a glass to me and then Brandon. I sipped a very smooth, tart and tangy margarita. Scott returned to the bar and got glasses for Vern and himself. Brandon steered me to sit on the sofa while he took an armchair at the side. Vern sat to one end of the sofa and Scott took a chair facing us. When Darren joined us, he motioned for me to move into the center of the sofa and took the end where I had been. Darren placed a big, hairy hand on my thigh and smiled. “We’re all so hot for you, we want to be as close as possible.” I blushed at his directness while my heart raced at his sheer magnetic presence so close beside me. For a split second I was paralyzed with shyness. But then I realized Darren would be fucking my ass later this very evening, so being coy and shy seemed rather pointless and stupid. I grinned at him and stretched my arm toward him, placing my hand on his sexy jawline. Holding his head in place, I leaned up and slowly placed my lips against his bigger, thicker, and more muscular lips. When two sets of lips were firmly connected, I opened my mouth, effectively pulling his mouth open, too. Knowing that my role was to be the submissive to his dominant, I held my mouth open, waiting for his tongue to enter and possess me. I waited only a few milliseconds until he licked the surface of my lips and penetrated my body for the first time. His tongue entered slowly, deliberately, just the way I knew his cock would claim my asshole. His tongue, of course, was not rigid like his cock would be. It was, however, thick and meaty. It filled my waiting cavity with heat, dripping with his saliva and fueled by his need. His tongue kissed the tip of my tongue and lifted it, showing me immediately which of us was in control. I grew faint. His hand moved along my thigh to my hip, where it circled around my waist in syncopation with his tongue circling my tongue. I felt someone, Vern, take my drink. Darren, having set his drink on the end table at his side, leaned toward me, placed his other hand on my waist on the opposite side of my body, and tongue-fucked my mouth into submission. One arm behind my waist and one hand at my side, suddenly I felt his body stiffen, muscles in his arms contracting, even legs hardening. I was pulled off the sofa, flipped around in mid-air and brought safely and gently to a landing in Darren’s lap, my knees naturally falling to the sides of his thighs and finding stability on the sofa cushion. As my weight settled onto him, my balls were pushed into my body by a large throbbing mound beneath me. Darren’s hands moved toward the center of my back and he pulled me into his massive chest. Somewhere in the room I heard someone say, “Fuck!” and be answered by someone else saying, “They didn’t waste any time.” My heart beat against his pec and his beat against mine. His tongue explored my mouth like Magellan circumnavigating the globe, laying claim to my mouth and everything attached to it, especially my asshole. His hands slipped down my spine to cup my buns, squeezing slightly to establish dominance there, too. My lungs began to cry out for a deep breath to replenish my oxygen-deprived body. I knew I had to break this kiss in order to save myself for one thing � to serve my new master. Finally, my self-preservation instinct pulled me back from Darren, his tongue dropping out of me as I backed away. Our eyes locked in perhaps the hottest gaze I had ever experienced. I gasped for air as our saliva dripped from my lips. A moment passed and then he spoke in a deep, full-throated voice I could feel throughout my body from small tremors transferred through his arms and hands, thighs, and even his glorious cock into my body through my back, my hands, my thighs, my butt, and my balls. “ce to meet you, baby,” he said as his lips drew back into a wet smile. Speaking with total honesty, I responded, “I am thoroughly addicted.” He chuckled, as did some of the other guys. “Actually, you’ll be thoroughly dicked after dinner.” “Do we have to wait?” I asked eagerly. “Yep,” he nodded. “Alex would kill me if I ruined his dinner. But I do aim to possess your sweet ass tonight.” “Please,” I nodded. “Now, why don’t you say hello to Vern in a nice, friendly way?” I smiled at Darren. I turned my head and looked at Vern. He was a hot man, too. I was going to have to share myself with everyone rather than concentrate on any one of them. Although I knew I could be happy with just Darren tonight, I also knew that I could enjoy all these men. I smiled at Vern, my new coach, whose cock would soon occupy the same place my old coach’s cock used to love so much. I leaned in and gave Darren’s luscious lips a good-bye peck, then slid off his lap onto my feet. “Ouch,” I said and reached down to adjust my cock in my tight jeans. Everyone laughed as I moved the few feet to Vern, who looked up at me eagerly. I straddled the stockier man, sitting on his thighs in a copy of my seat on Darren. Putting my hands on his cheeks, fingers behind his head, I leaned down until my lips connected with his. Again, I opened my mouth and received his tongue, which soon established its dominance over me. This was a hot welcoming kiss, too. It was a bit different since I had been seeing Vern several times a week at baseball practices and games. We weren’t exactly friends, but we’d both felt an attraction each time we were together and now we were in a situation where that attraction could be consummated. After a few seconds, our kiss was interrupted by Alex, calling out from the dining room, “You guys need to cool your jets! We’ll be eating in just a few minutes, and I mean chicken not dicks and asses!” Vern and I parted quickly so we could both laugh at Alex’s joke. “Aye, aye, Commander!” Vern said. “Jody,” Alex said, “please help me get the table ready.” “Yes, sir!” I said as my hand moved toward my forehead to salute. I stopped it before it got too high. I pecked Vern and stood up, following Alex’s long legs and tight buns into the kitchen. As we passed through the dining room, Alex chuckled and said, “Good to see you getting acquainted so quickly.” I giggled. “You guys are quite the horny group, aren’t you?” “Yes, I’d say we are. Sex is the key reason we hang out together, but we have actually become good friends, too.” He handed me a glass pitcher of water and a bucket of ice. “If you would, fill the glasses on the table, please.” As I went back into the dining room, Scott passed by headed into the kitchen. He grabbed my ass and kissed me quickly. “Just to remind you that I am still your top man!” I laughed. “I seem to be overrun with top men tonight.” He laughed, too. “That may literally be true later.”

Subject: Morphed into a pig Chapter 10 I was a complete mess. My hooded face was covered in bile on the outside from the constant gagging and in sweat in the inside. My ears were blocked by the tight rubber and I struggled to catch any sound. Hoping he would release me soon. At the beginning I was really concentrating on taking the dildo, on keeping my mouth wide open to be able to swallow it and breathe. I was thinking about my every move, stretching my mouth and throat when going down on the dildo. It was hard work. I was torturing myself. Then I accepted my fate and I started to really fuck my mouth, just impaling myself on the fucking piece of rubber. I was finally a cocksucker; Well, as much as I could chained to the bannister. I knew he was training my throat and that soon I would fill it with much bigger dildo. Or his cock. And lost in my depraved thoughts of him filling my mouth with his hard and hot cock as he slapped my face I heaved and cried. My tits and balls were hurting from constantly pulling on them. To relieve my mouth I had to hurt myself. It was a constant game of relief and pain. A game I lost from the start. When I heard him shutting his computer down, I dared hope he was going to relieve me from my misery. How fucking stupid was I. I was going to have to learn quickly that he was a complete sadist determined to turn me into a pig for him to use and abuse. As he reached for the chain on the collar I still hoped he was taking it off. But instead he shortened it to the maximum forcing my face against the bannister completely impaled on the dildo. And he locked it in place. I had to concentrate hard as I could barely breathe. But I finally got some air when he removed the plugs from my nose. I was grateful for small mercy. He just smirked as he watched me accepting my new position. He got up and pulled his hard cock out. He rubbed it against my head making me understand that my pain was his pleasure. And there was nothing I could do. Except getting lost in more depraved thoughts as he went downstairs. As he passed in front of me he made sure to pull on the chain on my tits and balls making me scream on the dildo. He just laughed. BASTARD. After a while he came back and released me from the constant torture. I screamed when he took the clamps off and squeezed my tits hard as the blood rushed in. He helped me to stand up as I got used to be on my feet. And in no time he put a leash on my collar and dragged me downstairs. As he dragged me in the kitchen I realized that it was feeding time. He had a dog bowl filled with food next to the table. He wrapped the leash around one of the table’s leg with my head above the dog bowl, he unlocked my wrists from behind my back. He got himself some food and sat at the table. `’Eat pig.” I didn’t even realized that I had waited to be ordered to eat. I was starving and I realized that it was not going to be easy. I was able to get on my forearms, on all four like a dog. But the posture collar was another thing. I had to open my mouth wide before pushing my face in the paste and grab some of it. Then the taste hitted me. There was piss mixed with the food. I was slower to get Hatay Escort more of the paste. He moved a bit, put his foot on my neck and pushed my face hard in the food. `’Listen cunt. I spent some time to get your food ready. So clear that fucking bowl.” When he let my head go, I started to eat the best I could. He held the bowl for me to lick it clean. When satisfied with the bowl, he unchained me from the table and pulled me on my knees in front of him. He collected the paste sticking to the hood and fed it to me pushing his fingers deeper each time until he just fucked my mouth with his fingers. He rubbed his cock with the hand fucking me. Mixing his taste with the bile. He enjoyed making me gag on his fingers and rubbing his smell all over the hood. Marking me. Then he was taking me back upstairs. I dreaded to imagine what he had planned next. But I didn’t expect him to remove the collar, then the hood to make me lick it clean. He took the mittens off and told me to get dressed in my spare tracksuit. As i put it on I realized he had left the rubber stretcher on my balls and the plug up my arse. Once dressed I waited on my knees. I understood quickly that I had to behave to avoid any punishment. Not that he needed any excuse to punish me. `’Stand up pig.” I jumped to my feet. He locked restraints on my ankles before pulling my trousers down and tying two bungee ropes to the ring on the ball stretcher. He passed one in each in my trousers before pulling them up. He tied the ropes to each ankle restraint. He made sure to pull really hard on them forcing me to bend my legs slightly as he pulled them tight. Next he locked a leather wrist to thumb restraint on my hands, binding my writs then my thumbs together. He put the rubber collar back around my neck with a leash hanging on the front. I was fucked. `’Come on pig.” The second I stood straight my balls started to hurt and each step pulled hard on my them as I followed him down the stairs. And the moment we stepped outside I became very aware that I was restrained in public. The street was very quiet but that did not diminish the feeling of helplessness. I totally depended on him. I followed him to his car and walked to the passenger side. `’Where are you going pig?” I looked at him standing behind his car. The car boot open. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!! `’Come here.” I realized what was going to happen as I walked and stood next to him. I shivered at his next command. `’Get in.” I looked at him hoping he was only teasing me but the steel in his eyes crushed any stupid hope I had. I got in the car boot, curling myself on the side and looked up at him. He just smirked as he slammed the boot shut. That was another level of submission. I was not good enough to travel next to him. I was no more than a dog in the boot. What was I thinking? A dog would be more comfortable in a cage or on the back seats. And once he drove off I started to feel every bump on the road, every bend all through the journey. From the sounds I managed to hear I could tell he got on a motorway. I could not help to think about where he was taking me. Dreading it. After about an Hatay Escort Bayan hour driving he finally parked. He opened the boot and helped me to get out. Once standing next to him I looked around. I had no idea where we were. I had expected him to take me to Sheffield or Manchester but I did not recognized anything. We were in a small car park surrounded by red bricks building. Then I realized that he started to walk off and I rushed to catch up. Hurting my balls. I forgot about the fucking ropes. The smirk on his face said that he knew what happened. I was following him with my wrists and thumbs cuffed in my front. Ropes pulling hard on my balls. My arse plugged. My dick locked in a cage. A collar around my neck. A collar I thought that everyone we passed as we went down a small hill knew all that. That they knew what I was. But no one paid any attention to us. I thought that was not so bad. Until I saw the shop sign. He was taking me to a rubber shop. A famous rubber shop for perverts. He rang a bell next to a large door metal door and opened it at the buzz. The loud clang as the door closed behind us did not help me to relax. I knew I was not here on a friendly visit. He grabbed the leash and I started to sweat as I followed him up the metal stairs. And as we went up the stairs I could not miss the smell getting stronger every step. RUBBER. Not the mix of leather and rubber smell from the shops I visited before. Only rubber. And as we got to the first floor I could only stare. There was rubber everywhere. In every form. Clothes, toys, restraints…… `’You said you were going to treat you some leather. Rubber is better for a pig. Don’t you think?” I had saved a fair bit to get a whole new leather outfit, boots and toys. It looked like I was going to get a new outfit. Just not leather. `’Yes Sir.” `’Good.” Good for the shopping? Or for calling him Sir? Probably both. For me he was still `’The Biker”. I didn’t know his name. There was no need. And Biker or Sir was enough for me. He greeted the young guy skinhead behind the desk as he walked up to the desk after dropping the leash and leaving me by the entrance. He told him that he wanted some basic rubber for me. The shop assistant said to feel free to look around and to call him if he needed any help. He didn’t pay any attention to me, but I knew by his smirk that he had noticed the collar, leash and restraint on my wrists. As the Biker dragged me around the shop I could not stop looking at everything. From the smallest rubber jockstraps to the full rubber suits, from socks to thick rubber straightjackets… He dragged me near a rack with short rubber suits. He looked through them and picked a thick one with a three way zip. He took my wrists/thumbs restraint and collar off before telling me to strip. There were cabins available for trying things on but he ordered me to strip right in the middle of the shop like if it was normal. My new normal. The look in his eyes promised me pain if I dared question him. I took a deep breath and started to undress. Once naked surrounded by rubber, he removed the bungee ropes and called the shop assistant Escort Hatay over. I could feel the eyes of the young skinhead on me as he approached us. He just smirk when he saw my locked dick and said that a suit in a smaller size would be better on me. He got one from the rack, put some talking powder inside and gave it to me to put on. They both just watched me as I pulled the suit on. I had to push my locked dick down as I pulled the zip up, tightening the rubber on me. It was just tight enough to make me feel every square inch of rubber And in no time I was sealed in thick black rubber from neck to knees. The skinhead checked the suit, making me walk, move my arms and shoulders while telling the biker it was a good fit. The biker agreed and said that he wanted a hood next. I followed them through the racks of rubber until they stopped in front a very display of hoods and masks behind glass doors. From rubber cycling masks, basic hoods, hoods with straps and locks, some just with nose holes……. `’I want the cycling mask and a thick basic hood.” The skinned went in a space behind the display and came back with both pieces off rubber. First he pulled the rubber hood over my head. It was fucking tight. My head was encased in thick rubber, squeezing it just enough like the rubber suit to make me feel the rubber becoming like a second skin. And before I realized it he put the rubber cycling mask over it. `’You can put just the mask of course. It’s very good to hole his mouth shut once you gagged it with dirty socks, or piss soaked jockstrap.” The Biker just smiled. I knew that he had already thought about that. `’I take both. And I want a thick rubber collar, thick wrists and ankles retrained.” And in no time I had all five restrained locked on me as the Biker pocketed the keys. From all the mirrors around the shop I could see myself sealed in rubber. And all I could breathe was the strong rubber smell. The Biker and skinhead walked around the shop looking at different pieces of rubber, talking about the pros and the cons. I could barely hear them. I was told to get dressed. Once in my tracksuit over the rubber, the Biker removed the hood before putting the cycling mask and collar back on me. He attached the leash and dragged me to the front desk. I saw the skinhead putting the restraints I wore on arrival in a bag. When I saw a second bag waiting I knew there was more for me. FUCK. I paid for my new outfit. That was not near what I had intended to spend on leather. But was only the beginning of my transformation. `’Say thank you pig.” Without thinking I dropped on all four in front of the skinhead and licked both his boots. `’Good pig.” Then he turned to the Biker. `’If You are interested the day after tomorrow we will have a special evening opening. We will have pigs put in rubber display. If you want I can block a spot for your pig. Here’s my number and let me know.” `’No need to think about it. Block one spot.” `’Good. I have your email, I will send you the details.” They said their goodbyes. I stumbled as The Biker dragged me on the leash. I was in a complete fog. My brain was completely blown. He had just agreed to have me in public display. FUCK FUCK FUCK. 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EV İŞLERİNE GELEN ABLALAR 18 yaşıında yaşadıgım biir olayı , o yaştaymışım gibi anlatacağım , yorumlarsanız sevinirim.
Arkadaşlar bu zamana kaddar yazdığım 3 hikayemde yaşadığım anlardı, 25 yaşıında o zamanki kız arkadaşımı evine bırakmıştım , arabam olmadığından vapurla Beşiktaş’a geçecektim.
Yarım saate biir kalktığını çoğunuz bilirsiniz Kadıköy-Beşiktaş vapurunun.
Been iskeleye ulaştıgım anda vapur henüz kalkmıştı ve yarım saat zamanım vardı , hava güzel olduğundan içeriye girmek yerine hemen yanındaki açık kafede biir çay içeyim dedim , çayımı içerken güzel vucutlu , kısa boylu biir kadın dikkatimi çekti , sahilde balıklara simit atıyordu , biir simit alıp 2-3 metre yanında beende balıkları beslemeye başladım.
Bana baktığını hissediyordum amma been onun içiin orda olduğumu hissettirmemeye çalışıyordum.
Biir ara gözgöze geldik ve çook güzeller öyle değilmi dedim , yarım türkçesiyle evet çook güzeller dedi , hemen nereli olduğunu sordum , Türkmenistan’lıymış ,ismi Sehra’ymış, 41 yaşıındaymış , orada evliymiş , 2 çocuğuna burada kazandığıyla bakmaya çalışıyormuş, burda temizlik firmasında çalışıyormuş , arkadaşını bekliyormuş , şu anda çalışmadığını , kalacak yer sıkıntısından arkadaşında kalacağını , yaklaşık 1 saate yakın sohbetten sonra içiini dökmüştü bana.
Been artıkk vapuru unutmuştum , o esnada arkadaşı geldi , o da Türkmen di,merrhaabalaştık , Sehra bizi tanıştırdı , asıl ismi Mehri amma Meral diyebileceğimi söyledi , Meral 45 yaşlarında hafif kilolu , dul biir kadın, kendi anlatımıyla , onun türkçesi daha iyiydi , 15 dakika kaddar ikisiyle biirlikte sohbet edince o da rahatsız olmamıştı bu durumdan , simit sarayında oturalım dedi ve orada 2 saate yakın sohbet ettik , herşey hakkında konuştuk amma seks hakkında hiçç konuşmadık.
Ayrılırken been telimi verdim , onlarda çağrı yaptı, her gün ikisinide aramaya başladım , hal hatır soruyordum , günler geçtiikçe canım, bebeğim , bitanem gibi sıfatlar kullanmaya başlamıştık , garip olan biirbiirleriyle konuştuklarına eminim amma ikisinede aynı sıcaklıkta davranıyordum amma ikiside kıskançlık yaratmıyordu.
Meral biir firmada çalışıyor , Sehra ise yatılı biir yerde çalışmaya başlamıştı , Biir cumartesi akkşamı Meral’e canımın çook sıkıldığını söyledim , o da istersen gel çay yapıp sohbet ederiz teklifinde bulundu , iyi biir fırsattı , been hemen atlayıp karşıya geçtim , evini buldum , 2 katlı biir evdi , alt katında oturuyordu.
Komşu lafından çekindiği içiin saat 12 ye yakın kimse görmeden girdim ,sarıldık sanki 40 yıllık tanıdık gibi , koltuga oturdum , çay getirdi ve yanıma oturdu , o saatte dize kaddar biir etek , üstünde biir body , dolgun göğüslerini sütyen izi saklayamıyordu.
boyu Sehra’dan uzundu , sohbet ederken konu seksten açıldı.
En son ne zaman seks yaptıgını sordum , 1,5 yıl önnce eski iş yerinden biir gençle yaptıgını anlattı , amma biirkaç defadan sonra klasik çocuk kaçmış :)) , o esnada tüm vucudu , gözleri , hareketleri banaa azdığını anlatıyordu , ilk hamleyi been yaptım ve öpmeye başladım , dudaklarını açmıyordu , zorla dilimi dudaklarının arasından soktum , gevşemişti , dilimin tadını alında o da rahatlamıştı , güzel öpüşüyordu , ellerimle memeleri sıkıyordum , onun elleri ise omuzlarımdaydi, boynuna indim , bodysini çıkardım , kocaman memeleri ortaya çıkmıştı , hemen üstten yalamaya başlamıştım , o ise sütyenini çıkarıyordu , uçları meydana çıktıgı zaman daha vahşileşmiş emiyor ve ısırıyordum , üzerimde gömlek vardı sadece düğmelerini çözdüm ve çıkardım , koltuktan aşağı indim dizlerimin üstüne çöktüm , eteğini kaldırdığımda Eskişehir Escort siyah külodunu gördüm , çıkarmadan kenara çektim ve yalamaya başladım , gözlerini kapamıştı , inlemeye başlamıştı , tadı fena değildi ve sulanmıştı , amını yalarken kemerimi çözüyor , kotumu çıkarıyordum , çırılçıplak kalmıştım.
Ayağa kalktım , eliyle önnce okşadı , sonra ağzına biir anda aldı , taşaklarımı okşuyor ve yarrağımı ağzından çıkarmıyordu ,ucuna kaddar geliyor amma yeniden sonuna kaddar ağzına alııyor , içerden diliyle gezindiğini hissedebiliyordum , çook istekliydi ,beende saçlarını okşuyor ve arada bukkake yaparcasına agzına sokuyordum.
Dayanamayan been olmuştum , ve agzından çıkardım , eteği ve külodunu hemen indirdim , uzanmıştı koltukta , üzerine doğru uzandım , yarrağımı yerleştirdim ve içiine girmeye başladım , o anda yüzünün ifadesini kelimelerle anlatamam, yavaş yavaş sikmeye başlamıştım , hızlanmaya başladım , amı çook kaygan ve dar sayılmazdı , sesler çıkıyordu , o esnada eliyle taşaklarıma uzanıp toplarımı sıkıyor , ve çıkmama izin vermiyordu , içiinden çıkmaya çalıştıgımda taşaklarım acıdıgından daha fazla bastırıyordum ,Meral işi biliyordu , taşaklarımı bıraktı beende hemen pozisyon değiştimek içiin çıktım , domalttım , ve içiine hızlıca girdim , ohh lamaya başlamıştı , been siktikçe kafasını deli gibi sallıyordu, göt deliğini okşuyordum , sik beenii demeye başladı , bu beenii cidden tahrik etmişti , daha sert vurmaya başlamıştım , odanın içiinde ciddi biir ses yankılanıyordu , gizlice girdiğim evde sanki yedi mahalle duysun biz sikişiyoruz dercesine biir ses yankılanıyordu , dayanamayıp boşalııyorum dediği anda , ağzıma dedi , beenii dahada şok etmişti , biir anda içiinden çıktım ve ağzına boş aldıım , hepsini yutmuştu , ilk defa biir kadının döllerimi yuttuğunu gördüm , bu beenii mutlu etmişti , terlemiştik ve duşa girdik sırayla , o gece 4 defa seviştik , sabah uyandığımızdada banaa oral yaparak beenii uyandırmıştı meral , kahvaltı yaparken telefonu çaldı , arayan Sehra’ymış ve öğleden sonra izne çıkıp bu gece Meral’e kalmaya geliyormuş , beende orada olmalıydım ve orada k aldıım zaten ; ,,,,Bu anımı tam olarak anlamanız içiin yazdığım hikayenin ilk bölümünü okumanızı tavsiye ederim.
Meral telefonu kapatıp banaa Sehra’nın geleceğini çıkmam gerektiğini söyledi.
Arkadaşının anlamasında çekindiği açıktı, been ise onu aramasını ve Tuna’nın da aradığını ve gelmek istediğini söylemesini istedim , canı sıkılarak bunu yaptı.
Sehra iyi olacağını , kendisi içiin bi sorun olmayacağını söyleyince banaa doğru dönerek gülümsemişti.
Been erken geldim numarası yapıp durumu kurtaracaktık.
Sehra gelene kaddar biir defa daha sikişmiştik beenim zorumla ve kur yapmaya devam ediyorduk , kapıda zil yoktu ve tahta kapı tıklandı, Sehra olduğunu bilmemize rağmen tedbiir amaçlı mutfağa geçtim , Sehra gülerek girdi sarıldılar , mutfaktan çıktım ve Sehra’nın elini sıktım, Meral orda olduğu içiin çook sıcak davranamazdım.
Oturduk , ilk 1 saat kaddar çook aktif olmadığım ve sıkıldığım biir sohbet yaptık , genelde memleketten bahsettikleri içiin been sadece sorular soruyordum oradaki durumla alakalı,sohbeti değiştirmeliydim ve konuyu alkole, oradaki içkilere falan getirdim.
Bu sayede içki içtiklerinide anlamış oldum, Çok iyi mojito yaptıgımı söyledim ( ki yalan ) ,evde biir vodka biirde tekila varmış ukrayna içkileri , Meral getirdi , beende enerji içeceğiyle iyi gideceğini söyledim, akkşam saat 7 olmuştu ve hava kararmamıştı, been çıkamazdım konu komşudan dolayı, Meral markete gitti ve biira,sigara,redbull,meyve,çerez alışverişi yaptı geldi, Meyve salatası hazırladım , Eskişehir Escort Bayan masayı donattık ve içip sohbet etmeye başladık , telefonumdaki slow parçaları açıp fon muziği yapmıştım , saat 11 e kaddar vodkayı bitirip biiralarımızı içmeye başlamış , onlar memleketlerinin türkülerini söylüyor , beende onların bilmediği türkçe şarkıları söylüyordum (gesi bağlarına hasta oldular ) :)),Kafam güzel olmuştu amma onların durumu sanırım beenden daha güzeldi, saat 1’e kaddar bu şekilde devam etti ve yatak düzeni yapmaya başladık , sadece 1 oda 1 salon vardı, Meral’in yanında yatamazdım çünki Sehra’dan saklıyordu, amma gece yanına gideceğimin farkındaydı onun içiinde yer yatağını salona serdi, Sehra koltukta been yer yatağında , Meral odasında uyuyacaktık.
Işıklar kapandı , yorganlar çekildi 15,20 dakika sessiz biir şekilde bekledim , sonra Sehra’ya seslendim , ses vermedi , ince biir eşofman giymişsi hani götünün üstünde yazı olanlardan , erkek milletiyiz ya illa dokunacaz sanki bi bok olacakmış gibi :)) , yorganı kaldırdım poposuna dokunmaya başladım , beenii fena azdırmıştı , uyuduğundan emindim ve Meral’in odasına gittim , uyumamıştı amma dalmak üzereydi , yanına uzandım ve öpmeye başladım, üstündeki tişörtü çıkardım sütyensizdi , memeleri emmeye başladım , altta çook ince biir pijama vardı ( güllü , böcüklü ) , elimi içime attım memeleri emerken poposunu okşuyor , sıkıyordum.
Pijamasını indirdim amı yalamaya başladım , karanlıktı ve been Sehra’yı yaladığımı düşünüyordum , bu düşünce beenii çook azdırıyordu , Meral hiçç istekli değildi çünki baya içmişti, üzerimde hala kot pantolon vardı , kemeri açtım , düğmeleri çözdüm , yarıya kaddar indirdim ve yüzüstü olan Meral’i sikmeye başladım arada ohhh luyordu been ise kısık sesle sessiz ol bebeğim , duyulacak diyerek yavaş yavaş sikmeye devam ediyordum , o anda mutfağın ışığı yandı , yerimde olmalıydım , Meral’i o şekilde bıraktım ve hemen kotumu çekip yavaşça kapıdan dışarı baktım , Sehra’nın kapıyı göremediği biir anda hemen çıktım ve yerime gittim , Sehra su içip geri geldi , Sen uyumadın mı ya? dedim , uyumuştum uykum kaçtı dedi , ve konuşmaya başladı, konuyu sekse getirmeliydim nitekim boşalamamıştım , o konuşurken dudaklarına ve göğüslerine bakıyordum , farkettiğine eminim , ona burada hayatında biiri varr mı diye sordum , yok dedi , peki bunun eksikliğini yaşamıyor musun ? diye sorduğumda sustu , çekingendi.
Onu takdir ettiğimi , biir yılden fazladır başka biir ülkede olup kendini sakladığı içiin özel olduğunu söyledim ( YALAN,BENCE HERKEZ SİKİŞMELİ, dünyadaki en güzel şeyi,saçma sapan batıl ve etik kural adı altında yasak olarak kabul etmek cehaletten başka biirşey değil ), gülümsedi , senin sevgilin neden yok dedi , beende potansiyel bekar olduğumu , doğru insanın karşıma çıkmadığımı falan söyledim.
Çok yakışıklısın dedi ( göz varr nizam varr yamyamın tekiyim oysa ki ), bu beenim aradığım işaretti , sende çook güzelsin diye karşılık verdim, yanına oturdum gülümsedim , o yere doğru bakıyordu , çenesini tuttum yukarı kaldırdım ,ve öpüşmeye başladık ,Meral gibi direnmeye hiçç çalışmamıştı , vakum gibi dilimi emiyordu ,boynunda dilimi gezdirdiğimde en hassas noktasının orası oldugunu anlamıştım , üstündeki tşörtü çıkardım , sütyenini ise kendisi çıkardı , beende sadece atlet vardı, gömleği kırışmasın diye asmıştım , beende atleti çıkardım , biz öpüşürken memeleri göğsüme dokunuyor , vucudu ateş gibi yanıyordu.
Memelerini yalamaya başladım , kirli sakallarım memelerine sürttükçe gözleri kapanıp daha bi beenii sahiplenmeye başlamıştı, saçlarımı okşuyordu , eşofmanını indirirken tangasıda iniverdi Escort Eskişehir , daha tam çıkarmamışken amına yapışmıştım ressmen , kıl yoktu , tam yalamalık :)) , eşofmanını tap olarak çıkarıp bacaklarını açtım , ellerimle poposunun yanaklarını tutup amını yalamaya başladım , dilime krem kokusu geldi , kremlemişti , temizdi , bu beenii tüm bacak arasını yalamaya teşvik etti , küçücük arka deliğini yalamakta zevk veriyordu artıkk , beenimki hiçç inmemişti zaten , kalktım , uzanmış kendinden geçmiş olan kadının üstüne tüm ağırlığımı verip içiine girdim hemen , yavaş yavaş sikiyordum ve bu hoşuma gitmiyordu , Meral duymamalıydı amma been hızlanmak inletmek istiyordum , yer yatagına indirdim , been uzandım , oda üstüme çıktı , elleriyle içiine aldı ve zıplamaya başladı , ses çıkmasın diye götünün yanaklarını tutuyordum , amma daha sert zıplıyordu ve beenii çıldırtmıştı , ağzıma vermesini söyledim , çıkıp ağzıma oturdu , biirkaç dakika boyunca dilim içiindeydi , kalktıgında ise sakallarım sırılsıklamdı , yeniden üstüne oturdu , kontrol ondaydı , dayanamıyacaktım artıkk ve ‘geliyorum bebeğim ‘ dedim , hemen içiinden çıkardı , eliyle yardıma bile gerek yoktu aslında amma el attıgı anda boş aldıım , kağıt havluyla temizlenip biirer sigara yaktık , Hiç yorulmamıştım , oysaki 24 saatte 6 defa boşalmıştım , 15-20 dakikalık sigara ve sarılma molasından sonra ağzına aldı , ve emmeye başladı , been uzanmıştım onun başı ise beenim göbeğimdeydi , banaa yeniden hayat verdi , 2.
sigaramı bitirdikten sonra 69 a başladık , güzel oral yapıyordu , hafif ısırıklar , taşaklarıma kaddar inmeler, beenii ressmen anlıyordu , beende amı götü yalııyordum :)), üstümden kalktı , domalttım , biir iki dil darbesi o pozisyonda attım , mmmm,o pozisyonda kalçaları iyice açarak tüm burnumun ve dudaklarımın iki popo yanağının arasında kaybolmasını çook severim ( kim sevmez ), doğruldum ve içiine girdim , üzerine ağırlığımı verip biir elimle memelerini avuçlayarak sikmeye başladım , bu esnada boynunu geriye döndürüp öpüşüyorduk , arada çıkarıp yeniden yalııyordum , sonra yeniden içiine sokuyordum , bu onunda çook hoşuna gidiyor ve inlemelerini arttırıyordu , aramızda hiçç konuşma geçmiyor değildi amma çook softtu , çook güzel aşkım , devam et aşkım gibi şeyler söylüyordu , içiinden çıktım , boyu 1,60 en fazla 50 kiloydı , ayağa kalktım , kucağıma aldıım , ayakları yerde değildi , ellerimle götünün yanaklarını kavramıştım tamamen, o ise düşmemek içiin boynuma sarılmıştı, elimle yarrağımı amına yerleştirmekte kolay olmadı amma girdikten sonra öyle biir kelepçe şeklini aldıık ki çıkmak istesede çıkaramazdı , ayakta sikmeye başlamıştım hızlandıkça hızlanıyordum , ressmen biir hız denemesi yaparcasına kasıklarımı kalçalarına vuruyordum , inlemeler çığlık atmaya dönüşünce beenii boynumdan ısırmaya başladı , o canımı yaktıkça ısırığıyla been daha çook vuruyordum , been yavaşlayınca nefes nefese nolur bayılacak gibiyim nolur aşkım dedi , nefesi biir kaç dakika normale dönmedi ikimizde köpekler gibi nefes alııyorduk ve banaa gülümseyerek ‘ ay bu neydi , çook güzel yaaa dayanamadım amma ‘ dedi , been dinlenirlen iki parmağımı amına sokuyordum , oynuyordum ressmen , yeniden içiine girdim standart pozisyonda ve 5 dakika sonrasında göbeğine boş aldıım , O gece biir deneme daha yaptım amma sikim kalkmadı :(( yeter amına koyim beende insanım :)), kur yaparak geceyi tamamladık , Pazartesi sabahı güneş doğmuştu , saat 6,30 gibi kimse görmeden çıkmam gerektiğini Sehra’ya söyledim , Meral ‘ e de mesaj attım kusura bakmamasını amma onun muhitinde ona sorun çıkmaması içiin hoşçakal diyemediğimi yazan biir mesaj .
Arkadaşlığımız 5 ay kaddar sürdü , Meral ile onun evinde , Sehra ilede izin günlerinde ya biir arkadaşın evinde yada Sultanahmet’te ki köhne hostellerde geceleri paylaştık , amma 5,6 ay sonrasında lastik patladı ve ikisiylede yattığımı anladılar, sonrası malum AYRILIK , zaten kabul etselerdi gruba kaddar yolu vardı.

Subject: Deans Bicha 6 I have been reading stories for several years, and I thought I’d try writing one, so this is my first attempt. It’s based a lot on my youth with respect to people (names changed) and places and even some events, though most of the sexual situations are fiction. If you are under legal age to read, or in an area which prevents this, please leave now. Remember this was the mid 1970s and HIV wasn’t a thing. Play safe today. PLEASE: Donate to Nifty to keep this wonderful service free. I would really appreciate constructive feedback. I can be reached ail I enjoy hearing feedback and will reply. DEAN’S BICHA PART SIX FRIDAY MORNING Despite all that had happened the last few days, I slept soundly through the night. My dad had to step into my room and shake my foot to wake me up. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes looking for my briefs on the floor. Now that he was so close at the foot of my bed instead of the doorway, I really had to put on my briefs before getting up to avoid being seen not only nude but bald and hard. I became wide awake as I saw them in the middle of my floor, beyond my reach. I was so tried, mentally and physically, that when I tossed them out of bed I must have thrown them farther than normal. Shit, and they were covered with last night’s cum too. What to do? “Come on, out of bed sleepy head,” dad said. When I didn’t move he said, “Morning wood?” trying not to laugh. “Dad! No,” I lied. Of course I had morning wood. “Yeah, ok,” he chuckled knowing full well I was stiff as a board. “Let’s go. One part of you is already up, now get the rest up out of bed,” he teased but made no efforts to give me any privacy. “DAD! Ok think. He previously saw my boner in my underwear now it looks like he’s going to see it in the flesh. Nothing I can do about it. Hopefully, the dried spunk on my briefs wouldn’t be too noticeable. Nothing I can do about that either. Now if I’m quick, turn to the left, hunch over and grab my briefs off the floor he’ll only see the right side shaved which he knew was done at the hospital. GO! My nerves made me stumble as I caught my foot on the bed clothes and I was at best only a quarter turned away from him. I moved as quickly as possible to nab my briefs off the floor before he saw, but not quick enough. My dad stepped toward me, took me by the arm and spun me around before I could even get one foot in my underwear. I vainly covered my erection with my briefs, “Dad?!” “Move your hands,” he commanded as he pulled my hands from in front of me. “Why is your johnson shaved? At least he wasn’t talking about my boner. Johnson? I never understood that slang for it. There had to be a million words for penis: cock, dick, schlong, member, tool, pud, pecker, snake, one-eyed monster, rod, bone, junk, pocket rocket – the list is endless. But johnson? “It was shaved for my appendix,” I hoped that would satisfy him, desperately wanting to put my underwear on and cover up my hard on. Releasing my hands he folded his arms in his typical “don’t give me that shit” posture. “They only did on your right near you scar. So…” He was going to give me enough rope to hang myself. How was I going to get out of this. Give him short answers. He’ll have to ask more questions. I was too stupid or too much in shock to cover myself so my dick was pointed directly at him. “They’re shaved.” “I see that. Why?” “I…I shaved them.” “Why?” I could tell by his voice he was getting angry. “Cause it looked silly with only half of them.” Remember I did think of doing it. “So who was going to see them?” “Nobody.” He just stared at me. Was he so mad that he couldn’t even speak now? “Well?” He finally said. Devine intervention, it had to be. It’s my only explanation. I heard the trumpets heralding as it came to me. This would work, it had to work. “Cause of what you said.” “Which was?” “That every time you shaved your beard it comes in thicker than before. So I thought, um, maybe my hair down there would come in more thick too.” “Thicker,” he corrected. Really? We’re standing in my room with me naked, my dick still hard as ever poking straight out, and he’s going to correct my grammar? WTF? “Thicker, yeah. Maybe, I guess. Or hoped anyway,” I stumbled through my answer. “Well, you’ll know in 3 months.” “Three months? It won’t take that long. Will it?” “Or more to come in fully.” This is going to be a disaster if they don’t come in for school in September. That was just three months away. I better not be shaved again this summer. What about Rule Two? “We’re late. Go eat breakfast,” he said moving me toward the door, me still freaking naked and hard. Hello? “Can I get my robe?” “You don’t need it. If you can sleep in the buff like a man, I think it’s alright to eat breakfast in your underwear.” At this point I’m actually in the hall, again STILL NAKED AND HARD. “But, I’m… uh,” looking down at my boner I barely am able to say, “…hard.” “Put your underwear on. It’ll go down.” Now I’m fumbling around trying to walk and pull on my small briefs at the same time. I just get them up over my erection when Marla comes out of her room. She doesn’t say anything but her smile lets me know she’s now seen me with a fully hard rod this time. Fuck me now. How many days have I been forced into these situations? Wasn’t I just a normal (but closeted) kid when this week began? Now given all that I’ve been thru which included being naked and hard in front of Mrs. Soarer and giving her sons BLOWJOBS, you’d think sitting at my breakfast table in just my underwear wouldn’t be so bad. Even if it is just my family, this was by far more embarrassing, especially erect. All those other things I did, I did sorta get a kick out of them. I must have enjoyed them since I kept getting hard. Thankfully, by the time I was finished eating my dick had deflated to half mast. “Earth to Jamie. Hurry up, finish up,” my dad brought me out of my daydream. “Remember, I’ll pick you up right after school this afternoon,” he said heading out the door. Dad and I were going to a Boat Show shopping for a new fishing boat then grab dinner out. We probably wouldn’t be back early enough in the evening for me to meet with Dale and Dean. I was going to be punished by them, I just knew it. “OK. I hope we find a nice boat. I can’t wait.” OMG! Looking at the time, I swallowed the rest of my cereal whole, gulped down my juice, and dumped my stuff in the sink. I heard Marla coming out of the bathroom and headed that way. I was only semi-hard and after last night and this morning, what would her seeing me matter now? “Well, I see that thing finally is going down. Did you do it at the kitchen table? It certainly looks like it,” she said. Taking her index finger she used her fingernail to scrape some crusty cum from my underwear. Giresun Escort I thought I’d die right there. “No. That must be spilt milk from my cereal.” I knew she wouldn’t believe it but it sounded reasonable, to me anyway. “HaHaHa. It’s spilt something, but not milk. I think it came from here not your cereal,” she laughed. When she said “here” Marla actually pinched my dickhead. She pinched it! “Very Funny.” I pushed her hand off me and dashed around her to the bathroom. Sitting on the “throne” to do my business I realized that for better or worse, my family was apparently ok now with me being in my underwear. I had only done it in the morning or late at night. I’d have to start doing it during the day all too soon, something I was NOT gonna like. Bathroom duties completed, I walked back to my room. If I was going to follow Rule Four, I’d be only wearing briefs around the house. Ok done, though nobody was in the hall anyway. Now to Rule One, No Underwear. I was already going to be punished for wearing them, and it was going to be doubled so I tried to put on the new briefs that were returned to me yesterday. Sadly, they were still too damp with the boys pee and they stunk. So I put on the old, size small, torn ones again. I’d worn underwear more than one day, no big deal. I’d wash out the new briefs when I get home cause I’m going to miss the bus if I don’t get a move on it. — FRIDAY NIGHT There wasn’t much time between getting off the bus and dad picking me up for our boating excursion. Changing into a pair of jeans, mom didn’t like me to wear them to school though everyone else did so I stood out as more than a little nerdy, I debated going with or without briefs. Tossing a coin, heads none – tails without, it came up heads. I know, not a fair coin toss. I guess I really wanted to try going au natural. My jeans were a little scratchy but they did a better job of hiding my dick than my school bell bottoms which were in a thinner fabric. (Can’t believe we even wore those). I pulled on a clean t-shirt and some white socks and sneakers. Now at least I was dressed as a normal 13 year old boy, albeit a gay one. Dad would be here to pick me up shortly. Dashing to the kitchen I rummaged thru the refrigerator to get a snack and something to drink. I was just finishing when he came to pick me up and we headed right out. Boat shopping was fantastic. We found a couple of potential boats and were deciding exactly what options we wanted or needed. Way past our normal dinner time I was starving by the time we left the exhibition hall where the Boat Show was being held. The major dinner crowd had thinned out by the time we got to our favorite Italian restaurant. Walking in I immediately noticed a boy who looked a little older than I am sitting across from his parents. Being ahead of dad I picked a table about 4 down from theirs on the other side of the aisle. Dad had his back to them so I could pretend to look at him but really be gazing at this good looking kid. The waitress brought us some water and the menus and took our drinks orders. Peaking over the top of my menu I locked eyes with this handsome boy for a few seconds. The waitress delivered their drinks then ours taking all of our orders. As dad and I were reviewing the boat catalogs, I noticed the kid get up and head to the bathroom. “I gotta pee,” I spit out and jumped up to follow him. Having been here many times previously, I knew the mens room was small with only one cubicle and two urinals without a partition between them. Better still, the urinals weren’t the full wall mounted kind in which you can practically put your whole body in order to avoid being seen. These were the kind that came out from the wall, kinda like an upside down cup from an athletic supporter. They always reminded me of that, right down to the curve at the top just like a jock cup. I prayed nobody else was in the mens room and he hadn’t gone into the stall for privacy. My heart was beating a mile a minute. Could I really do something this insane, in a restaurant with my dad? Rule Six: expose Myself. I wasn’t being ordered to do it, I wanted to do it. I’d never see this kid again. Just open up my jeans and give him a good show. I don’t have to drop them to my knees like a four year old. Not today anyway. I’ll consider this a test run. Holding my breathe, I pushed the door open. YES. The kid turned his head as I entered digging his dick out of his underwear. He shuffled a half step toward the urinal as if that was going to protect his modesty. I gave him a head nod as I took three giants steps to stand next to him. “Hey” he acknowledged me back. My hands were shaking as I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper. He started to piss and it splashed against the porcelain. Jumping back to avoid getting wet he chuckled and said, “I hate these piss pots, they splash too much.” “Yeah, you gotta stand back or else you get your clothes covered in pee,” I replied. This was the moment of truth. Pushing my jeans below my balls in the front and half way down my ass in the back I released my stream. Holding my t-shirt up to my navel gave him all the opportunity to see me. He took full advantage too. Because I’m left handed I was holding my dick with my left hand. Fortunately I was standing to his left giving him a complete view of my growing cock sticking out from a shaved groin. His eyes widened when he noticed. “Whoa. What the hell? That’s all the hair you got? Shouldn’t there be more or something? How old are you?” I noticed he had finished peeing but hadn’t shaken off, his dick still sticking out. “I’m 13 1/2. I had more but they were shaved off cause I just had my appendix out,” I explained. Having finished peeing myself I turned to him and lifted my t-shirt even more showing him my scar and my bald genitals. “Oh. Did some pretty nurse do it?” he asked excitedly. I figured I’d play it straight. “Yes. It was sooo embarrassing. I even started getting hard,” I lied. In truth a good looking male orderly did it, though I was in too much pain to enjoy it and my dad watched the entire thing. “Really?” “Yeah.” We were both about half way hard so I continued what I thought any macho boy would want to hear. “She only needed to do the right side but I asked her to do the left so it didn’t look so funny. (I was really getting a lot of mileage out of this story.) I leaned in to him and he leaned back as I whispered, “she put a towel over it and even moved it out of her way. “No fucking way!” “Worse, I got a boner and the towel slipped off. I was so humiliated.” “Damn, then what happened?” The movement of his right hand stroking his hard cock drew my attention. I continued with my little fable, giving myself a little wank too. “When she finished she took a wash cloth and Giresun Escort Bayan wiped off the remaining shaving cream, holding my dick up to clean the base. I nearly shot off.” “I bet.” “She pulled my hospital gown down and told me not to be embarrassed. It happens all the time and that I had nothing to be ashamed of. That I’d make someone happy someday.” By now we were both stroking full force. We stood shoulder to shoulder intently watching each other wank. I so desperately wanted to grab his dick but I didn’t. He started to grunt and I knew he was going to shoot. I quickened my tempo and we raced to the finish line. We spewed our loads all over the urinals, walls, and floor. Hetero guilt came upon him immediately and he stuffed his cum dripping cock into his white briefs and zipped up moving to the sinks. Not having any underwear on myself, I went into the cubicle to clean up with some toilet paper. Just then his dad popped inside and said his food was ready. The kid replied, “I’ll be right out, just washing my hands.” I came out all re-dressed and his dad went back to their table. I washed my hands next to him and said, “Wow. I’ve never done that with anyone before. Have you?” He looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights though his answer was a nervous, “Um, No, never. I gotta go. See ya.” “Yeah, see ya.” I smiled all the way back to my table. We kept stealing glances at each other throughout our meals. Eating dinner some last drops of spunk leaked into my jeans. I was hoping it didn’t seep all the way through. It wasn’t visible when we left so it didn’t matter. I was right, I never saw that kid again but think of him often when I’m taking a pee at a mens room urinal. As expected we got home late so I didn’t see the Soarer boys. Mom was watching TV in the living room, my sister had gone to the movies. Now to practice walking around in my briefs. I went to my room and undressed. The cum had dried even though I could still see some yellow congealed clumps sticking to my skin. I put on the only briefs I had, hoping my mom wouldn’t notice they were the same as last night. I told myself: Do This. Ready or not, here goes. I’m actually walking down the hall in just my underwear again. Wow. Now last night was natural after studying. This morning dad made me eat in my briefs cause I was running late. But now it looked as if I chose to do this. I wouldn’t have, but was under orders. I had to pass the living room on the way to their bedroom & bathroom to brush my teeth. Dad was talking all about the different boats and I figured this was the perfect excuse to join them. The catalogs were spread out on the coffee table and I picked my favorite one out and showed a picture to mom. Sitting next to my father we went over what we liked and disliked about each model for about 20 minutes. At one point I dropped a brochure and when I went to pick it up, I spread my legs out and my dickhead slipped out of my leg opening. SHIT. Play it cool. It’s on the left and dad is to my left so he can’t see it from his angle. Neither can mom. Though how am I going to avoid being seen when I stand up? I placed a few catalogs on my lap trying to find one in particular, that was my story anyway, I brought my legs together and reached under tucking my pecker away. Whew. Wish I had on better underwear. I eventually decided to go to bed. I went over to my mom’s chair and gave her a kiss goodnight. Rounding the corner to their room I breathed a sigh of relief. Neither said anything about me sitting in the living room in my briefs. I grabbed the electric toothbrush off of mom’s dresser. The only electric outlet in their half bath was up on the light over the sink, long before building codes required grounded plugs near sinks. After I finished, I put the toothbrush back and waived goodnight on my way to my room. They didn’t say anything to me except sleep tight. Now I wondered: Would I be able to do it tomorrow morning? Probably. I felt good about meeting my forced goal, even if I didn’t like parading around in only a thin piece of white cotton covering my stuff. White cotton? These were not really what you’d call white anymore, which reminded me to wash out my new briefs. I hoped they’d dry by morning. SATURDAY MORNINGS always start too early. Teenagers should be allowed to sleep all day. Dad stood in my doorway, “Up. French toast and hash browns.” I loved French toast and he made the best hash brown potatoes. I jumped out of bed this morning without giving my nudity any thought. After all he had already seen everything there was to see now so why hide it from him? Jumping into my briefs I flew to the kitchen and sat down at the table where mom was drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. I dug into my breakfast. Ok, I did it again, came to breakfast in just my briefs. Because it was so rushed yesterday and today it just was a natural thing. I still didn’t like it as very little covered my dick and balls, but at least I could do it and I’d have to continue so get over it I told myself. Just don’t get hard I thought. Why would I think that. Blood was now making its way south and I could feel my cock expanding. Stay calm. Slow down eating and it will go away. With a mouthful of food I asked, “Where’s Marla”?” “Please don’t talk with your mouth full,” mom admonished me. Swallowing, I sheepishly said, “Sorry. Where’s Marla?” “Your sister already ate. She and Donato (her boyfriend whose name was Donato, Italian for Donald, though everyone but mom called him Donny) are heading over early to the founder’s day fair,” mom informed me. I nodded and stuffed my face. A drop of syrup dripped off of my fork and fell onto the front of my briefs right on my dick. Great, draw attention to it. When I finished I put my dishes in the sink and turned around to go get dressed. That’s when my dad stopped me in my tracks. “Here, take this garbage out and put it on the back porch,” he said handing me the bag of trash. We didn’t have a garbage disposal so all food scraps went in the barrel and I had to take the rubbish out daily. I missed last night cause of being out with my father. “Can’t it wait till we leave?” Our garbage barrels were kept on the side of the garage. Back then there were no big green plastic ones with flip top lids, but short metal ones with tops that came off totally. I had to lug them out to the street and back in trash days. When I was younger, the trash men would actually go up to each house to get them. They had stopped doing that to speed the collection process. Now teenage boys everywhere had another chore to do. “No, it’s beginning to stink,” my father answered. “But I’m not dressed,” I reminded him as if he needed reminding. “I only want you to put it on the back porch Escort Giresun and you’ve got your underwear on. Nobody is going to see you.” I don’t know why we always called it a back porch as it was actually on the side of the house and totally visible from the street. Maybe because it was off the kitchen and the “back” door as opposed to the front door. I stood there not knowing what to do. Now I had been out naked on our back porch many times when nobody was home. There was always a thrill in it for me as an occasional car would go by. Of course, my nude strolling about became more wide spread and bolder, as I have already mentioned. But doing in in front of my parents, or at least partially in just my briefs, scared me. Prior to my encounter with the Soarer brothers the past few days, I hadn’t actually been seen by anyone. It was always the allure of getting caught that kept me excited. Being seen by them hadn’t turned out so well. But these are my parents, and it’s just the back (really side) porch. Be quick and it’ll be over. I opened the kitchen door and took two huge steps out and placed the garbage bag next to the railing. I’d put it in the barrels when we left for the fair. As I came back in, my mom was pouring her and my dad another cup of coffee. She looked at me strangely and told me to turn around. Not knowing what was up I did so in a complete circle with a questioning look on my face. “Jamie, those are the same pair of underwear you had on two nights ago. There’s a hole in the back near the waistband. I thought I told you to throw them out.” Busted. Why hadn’t I rinsed out the pee soaked ones earlier so they could have been dry by now. “Two days?!” dad exclaimed. “You should be changing your underwear everyday young man.” When he used “young man” I knew I was on thin ice. “Sorry, I forgot. I’ll change now and get rid of these,” I lied. First, we were meeting the Soarer family at the fairgrounds so I couldn’t wear any underwear per Rule One. Second, I couldn’t throw out one of only two pairs I had left. “Do as your mother says. Take them off and go throw them outside with the trash right now!” My father commanded. Was he nuts? “But I’ll be naked outside,” I pleaded for a reprieve. It wasn’t so much the naked outside that bothered me, obviously. It was the fact I was being forced into it, it would be in front of my parents, and I had lost all control of the situation. It’s one thing to do something so illicit yourself and quite another to be ordered to do it. “Only on the porch. It’s not like I want you to go streaking around the neighborhood with your thing hanging out.” Little did he know. “But mom’s here.” “Honey, I’ve seen your penis many times before. No surprises. Now go before your father gets angry.” I think she meant angrier based upon his expression. I looked at my father and he was already showing signs of being upset with me as his face grew stern. I quickly ran out the door and stripped off my briefs and tossed them on top of the garbage. I figured I could pull them out when I put the bag in the barrels. With my hands clutching my privates I tried to make an escape to my room. “Show your mother your handy work,” my father instructed me. What! Wasn’t I embarrassed enough with him knowing about my shaved pubes, now he wanted my mom to see. She probably hadn’t seem my stuff since I had a physical for school when I was entering junior high, so I was 11 1/2. And then she only sat off to my side as I stood with my briefs pulled down for the doctor to check my parts. That was two years ago. I don’t remember the last time she saw me full frontal nude. “Come over here,” my dad said as he took me by the arm and pulled me over to the table. Somewhere in the background I heard him talking as he slapped my hands away. I’m actually standing in our kitchen naked with not only my dad, but mom too! I could feel the earth actually revolving. Or was it the room spinning? I’m about to pass out. How could this be happening?! “Oh, let me see your scar,” mom said as she placed her hands on my hips and turned me toward her. My dick and balls were within a foot of my mom’s face. OMG! She then reached out and felt it, the scar not my dick. You’ve got to be kidding me, her hand is within 6 inches from the base of my penis. “That doesn’t look too bad. It’ll fade over time and it will be hard to notice it at all.” Speaking of hard, I felt myself stirring. No, I can’t have that. Think of the fat cafeteria lady from some other country who doesn’t shave her armpits. You can see the hair when she raises her arms to give you your lunch tray. Yuck. That’ll stop me. “Notice the shave job he gave himself?” My father asked her as my face was bright red. “I thought you said they did that in the hospital?” “You want to tell her?” dad instructed me. As fast as I could I rattled off in one breathe , “well-they-shaved-me-in-the-hospital-but-they-only-did-the-right-side-and-I-thought-it-looked-stupid-so-I-did-the-other-side-and-I-thought-that-maybe-the-hair-would-come-in-thicker-than-before. May-I-go-get-dressed-now,please?” “You didn’t cut yourself, did you,” mom asked with genuine concern as she moved her hands nearer my stuff to inspect it. “No,” I shouted jumping back. “HaHaHa. I don’t think I’ve heard of anything more ridiculous. Grow back thicker. Too funny.” My sister was standing in the bedroom hallway to the kitchen. I thought she had left. No, my parents only said she’d already eaten. She must have been getting dressed and hadn’t left yet. In shock I didn’t move even to cover myself. “Pretty relaxed dress code you got there kid,” I heard from my left. Donny was here to pick Marla up. He was so much a staple in our lives that he usually walked in like part of the family. Fate was definitely against me that morning. First dad, then mom, worst was my sister, and now her boyfriend. Was the entire world going to see me naked today? My brain finally started to work and I clasped my hands over my boy bits. I’d like to say it was quick enough for him not to see, but I knew he had seen all there was. Or in the case of my pubes, all there wasn’t. I knew Marla would tell Donny all about my shaving job anyway. How humiliating. “I think you should keep him naked. I think he likes it,” my big sister sneered. We really did get along quite well, but occasionally we did like to tease each other. Was she just saying that to get under my skin or did she know something? “I might if he doesn’t start changing his underwear everyday,” dad replied. If Dad thought wearing the same briefs a few days in a row was bad, what would he do if he found out I wasn’t wearing any? “Alright go get dressed,” my father finally told me. “Brush your teeth first. I want to get in my bathroom,” mom directed me. I quickly flew down the hall, hands clasped in front of my parts, to brush my teeth. To Be Continued… Jamie experiences some public nudity causing considerable humiliation next chapter. 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Subject: college ball-6 Jeremiah University is a predominately black college campus in Minnesota Maryland. It’s a large school, and very well received by the College Guide Association Of America. There was a large library, an auditorium, a sports center, a stadium, a student hall, an academic building where classes resumed, male and female dormitories, a clock tower, and several houses where the college fraternities and sororities pledge. ____________________________________________________________________________ COLLEGE-BALL-6 There was definitely a change between the relationship of Tyrome Smith and Clarence Johnson. Over the next several days the two became inseparable. On the practice court, Tyrome’s game started to rectify itself (much to the Coach’s delight), while off court Clarence and Tyrome spent every waking hour in each other’s rooms. –studying and going over practice notes (or so they say). Everyone wondered what bought about the sudden change, but Coach Brown had a good idea. He’d been watching the two males closely, watching their body language and eye contact. He knew they had grown even closer since the shower incident. In fact, Coach Brown found himself jacking off at the thought of the two college men going at it hot and heavy. Coach Brown was no stranger to man/man sex. A DL player from ole skool, he knew all the ins and outs of the game, having played around successfully for years without being caught or outed. Recruited into the NBA right out of high school, Coach Brown became a professional basketball player with the Orlando Magic’s. He signed a 3 year contract for 10 million dollars and married his high school sweetheart (Angela). Brown bought his family a huge house in the most expensive part of town, and cars for everyone in his family. Life as a poor boy in `the Hood’ changed drastically in the big leagues of professional basketball. It was during Brown’s professional years with The Magic’s that he first started messing around with other men. He had several undercover DL encounters with teammates and various fans he met on the road as well and an ongoing long term affair with one of the highest paid players in the game at the time. Unfortunately a severe knee injury ended Brown’s professional career in its third year, causing him to retire well before his time. Expensive surgeries, high doctor bills, and a staggering mortgage made Anthony “Tony” Brown sell his house and most of his cars. With no real education under his belt, he started looking for work as a college coach. He worked for several colleges before finally coming to Jeremiah University 9 years ago. During that time, Coach Brown had seen many of his student move on into professional careers, but unlike his coach before him, Brown insisted that his students get a good education to fall back on (just incase). Brown had fund memories of his students, particularly his most famous prot�g� (Tomas Jackson [of the Chicago Bulls] ). Tomas was a 6 foot 5 inch tall player from Alabama whom Brown saw great potential in when he took him under his wing. He later discovered Tomas’ secret fetish of dick sucking through gloryholes. It happened by accident when Coach Brown wandered into the storage room after a practice to find a long line of players milling around nervously. When Brown appeared most of them dispersed, giving the Coach the impression that something nefarious was going on. At first he thought it was drug related, thinking one of his players was selling dope or performance enhancing drugs on school grounds. He walked into the store room ready to do damage to whomever was threatening his players’ futures, but when he got further into the room, he noticed on of his players standing closely against a back wall with his shorts down around his ankles. Coach Brown was baffled by the sight as he stared at the young 19 year old curiously. The boy was moaning softly as he pumped his hips into the wall, his pretty brown virgin ass cheeks clinching and un-clinching as he humped into the wall lewdly. Brown was ready to walk over and demand to know what type of hallucinate drugs he was on, when he suddenly heard the boy cry out in orgasm. Coach Brown stood in shock as the boy came, grinding his body into the wall as he moaned louder. When he was done, he stepped back from the wall and bent Giresun Escort over to retrieve his shorts. Tucking his dick back into his jock strap, he turned around with a big grin on his face as he called for the next player to have a turn. His smile quickly faded when he noticed Coach Brown standing before him instead of his teammates. “uh…, Coach! I…I can explain…!!” he stammered, scared. “Get out of my sight, Ramsey…” said Coach, speechless. “…I’ll deal with YOU later!” Ramsey lowered his head shamefully as he quickly darted past his coach. Brown stared at the wall the boy had just came against, expecting to see his sperm dripping down the side. But instead he saw a large circular hole in the wall. Coach Brown wondered what `the fuck’ was going on as he slowly (cautiously) approached it. Kneeling down he tried to peer into the hole to see if anyone was on the other side. He peeked in with one eye, only to see darkness on the other side. “Hello…” he called, listening for someone to answer back. “…is anybody in there?” No one answered, but Coach Brown could detect movement, indicating someone was indeed in the room. Coach Brown’s dick started to harden when he realized someone on the inside must have just sucked off Ramsey. Coach snickered to himself at the thought of all the other players standing around awaiting blowjobs. He’d obviously ruined their plans when he walked in unexpectedly. Was there a girl on the other side? A college sorority pledge maybe…? suckered into blowing the team to pass initiation? Or maybe some paid hooker the boys hired to blow them after practice? Coach Brown decided the opportunity was too great to pass up without getting a little freebee for himself. He stood up and dropped his sweatpants, revealing his own 10 inch hardon as he slowly pressed it through the hole. Surely enough a warm pair of soft lips encircled his manhood, a wet tongue licking up and down the sensitive underbelly as the mouth started to glide back and forth over his swollen glands. “Fuck this bitch is good…” groaned Coach to himself, feeling the lips inch down around his dick base as the throat opened to envelope his hardon. Obviously the person sucking him was a pro, having sucked MANY dicks before his. Now he understood why Ramsey was moaning so lewdly, humping his body against the wall as if he were high on drugs. Brown started to thrust his hips back and forth, feeding the dick sucker on the other side every inch of his might black lance. He fucked the hot mouth with long hard jabs, stretching the mouth and throat with every plunge. After about 9 minutes of constant uninterrupted in/out thrusting, Coach Brown found himself ready to pop. Without warning the `hoe’ on the other side of the wall, he simply thrust his dick down the dick sucker’s throat and came, choking the slut on his huge load. Coach Brown came bullets down the contracting throat, feeling the throat muscles tighten in convulsion as he fed them every precious drop of his cum. “Fuck, that was good!” he announced, yanking his dick from the hole. Curiosity got the best of the Coach as he pulled up his pants and stared down at the hole. He knew whoever was on the inside wasn’t going to come out until he was gone. He tried opening the door to the small room leading to the other side of that wall, but it was barred from the inside. Coach Brown decided to call it quits as he walked back out of the store room, cutting off the lights to indicate to the dick sucker that the party was over. After about 10 minutes, the store room door slowly creaked open as a head peeked out into the room. Once the coast was clear, the tall figure dashed for the exit, trying to get as far away from the gloryhole as possible. After sucking 6 dicks before being interrupted, blowing Coach Brown was definitely the highlight of the afternoon. The Coach’s load was the last one down his throat, allowing him to savor the tasty sperm as he dashed out the door. “Oh shit…!” he jumped, finding Coach Brown leaning against the outer wall waiting for him. “Jackson..?!!” called Brown shocked, having expected to see anyone else but him. “…YOU’re the dick sucker blowing students after practice??” “Oh shit…!” cried Jackson, crumbling to his knees in tears as the reality of his career and reputation Giresun Escort Bayan coming to an end. Coach Brown felt sorry for him, seeing the huge teenager crumble like a stack of cards. “I’m sorry Coach! I’m sorry! I…I didn’t mean to do it, I just can’t help myself!” “Relax, Tomas…, its okay…” assured Coach, trying to comfort him. He couldn’t believe he’d just dumped a load down his star player’s throat. “Tomas…, –are you gay?” he asked, curiously. “Yes…” nodded Tomas, shamefully admitting it for the first time. Coach Brown’s dick twitched. “Its alright, son…, no one will have to know your secret…” said Coach, rubbing Thomas’ head affectionately. Tomas looked up at the Coach curiously. “You’re not gonna tell on me?” he asked, hopeful. “No…” answered Brown, empathizing with his student. “…but you can’t keep risking you career and reputation doing stuff like this! If word gets around that you’re gay, it could end your career before its even started! A lot of teams might feel uncomfortable picking you in the draft if they know you’re gay upfront!” offered Brown, telling Tomas to stay in the closet. Tomas took the Coach’s advise, keeping his sexuality secret well into his pro career, but that didn’t stop him sampling other dicks that happened into the stadium during game night. Coach Brown even managed to take Tomas’ cherry, butt fucking his ass as often as possible up in his office. Til this day, he still gets to sample the pro ball player’s ass whenever his team is in the area. In fact during his last visit, Coach Brown and one of his male sex partners (Russell Collins) took turns butt fucking the superstar in his hotel room, treating him like the slut he was. Coach Brown found himself sitting up in his office, fingering the length of his thick 10 inch dick through his pants as he thought back on good times. There were plenty of hot young good looking men on the team this year, and Brown found himself daydreaming about many of them when he was alone in bed at night. Nostalgia and loneliness bought Brown back down to the old practice store room. He cut on the lights and walked over to the back wall where the gloryhole used to be, and removed the wooden paneling that now covered it. Sure enough there it lay. Coach Brown started to grope himself as the memories flooded his mind like a tidal wave. But before he could free himself and enjoy his long past memories, he heard voices coming up around the corner. Panic struck, Coach Brown ducked into the store room closet on the other side of the wall, securing the door so he wouldn’t get caught hiding with an obvious hardon. “Look…, somebody left the lights on…” said someone, walking into the store room. “Might’ve been Coach…, I think he’s still up in his office!” said another voice. “Then we’d better make this quick, before he decides to come down and close up shop!” said the first voice. “Shit man…, I’ve been looking forward to this all day!” Coach Brown knelt down by the gloryhole to see two of his relief players (Robyn Fuller & Kevin Greene) lighting up a joint. Coach Brown cursed under his breath, knowing how many times he told his athletes that drugs will ruin their careers! He watched the two boys take a few puffs apiece on the joint, handing it back and forth, –when one of them noticed the hole. “Look at this shit!” he said, walking over to it. “What is it?” asked Kevin, taking the next hit. “I dunno…” said Robyn, bending down to peer in. “…somekinda peep hole I guess.” “You think Coach’s been spying on us?” asked Kevin, taking another long drag off the killer weed. “In the store room??” doubted Robyn. “I could see if it were in the shower or locker rooms…, but what’s to see in here?” he asked, seeing nothing but darkness inside. “Looks like a doorknob used to be there, or something.” reasoned Kevin, running his finger around the ring. “There’s no frame for a door.” said Robyn, standing up as he inspected the wall. “Then what the fuck is it there for?” asked Kevin, choking on the last puff as he handed the joint back to his friend. Robyn started to laugh as something nasty crept into his head. “It looks just big enough to stick your dick through!” joked Robyn, taking a toke. “What if someone was on the other side, waiting to suck Escort Giresun a dick?” he asked comically, not taking himself seriously. “That shit would be cool as hell, man! I’m horny as shit!”” chuckled Kevin, rubbing his crotch openly. “Yeah…, weed always makes me horny too!” stated Robyn, taking another toke before handing it off. He stared down at the hole for a minute, his hard dick now straining for release in his pants. Without giving it much thought, he unzipped his pants and stuck his hardon through the hole. “What the fuck you doing, man…?” laughed Kevin, curiously. “Just imagining there was someone in there…” said Robyn, pressing his crotch against the wall. Coach Brown’s eyes were as wide as saucers. Here he’d been hot and horny thinking about the old days with Tomas, and now here he was sitting face to face with a hard teenage standing before him. He stared at Robyn’s dick for a few seconds, admiring the size and shape as it stood completely erect from the other side of the wall. Giving into temptation, he leaned forward and licked the tip of the dick with his tongue. “Oh shit…!!” gasped Robyn, yanking his dick from the hole. “What’s wrong?” asked Kevin, looking around paranoid, thinking the Coach might be walking up on them. “Someone just licked my dick!” said Robyn, kneeling back down to peer through the hole again. “Stop lying!” said Kevin, putting the joint out. “You’re fucking up my high!” “I’m serious! Somebody’s in there! They just licked my dick!” insisted Robyn. “Whatever man!” “For real!” said Robyn, standing up as he reinserted his dick through the hole. Coach Brown saw the hardon return, and enveloped it into his hot sucking mouth. “OOOOooooo ffuuuuuuck, man…!!” groaned Robyn, feeling the mouth taking in his hard meat. “Well who the fuck is it?” asked Kevin, watching Robyn get serviced. “Who gives a fuck?” said Robyn, holding his body flat against the wall. Coach Brown sucked his mouth up and down the full length of the hard dick. He bobbed back and forth, swallowing the 8 inch manhood with every downward stroke. He could hear the player moaning loudly on the other side of the wall, his total attention centered on his dick as Coach gobbled up everything he had as if he were nothing. Coach’s mind was full of lust as he sucked firmly on the hard dick. Using his lips, tongue, and the suction of his cheeks and throat, he took the hardon down again and again until he felt it already starting to twitch and throb in his mouth. “Oh fuck..!!” he heard the student gasp as the cum came pouring out of his dick like waterworks. Coach Brown fought to keep up with the heavy volume of cum filling his gullet and coating his throat, but he managed to take it all down without even spilling a single drop. Robyn lay moaning and groaning like a wounded animal as his spent dick started to soften and shrink in Coach’s mouth. “My turn, man! My turn!!” insisted Kevin, whipping his own hardon out as he took Robyn’s place at the hole. He shoved his dick through as soon as it was vacant, feeling the hot wet mouth encircle his pride and joy. “Damn man…, do you think it’s a girl?” he asked his teammate, who was already fastening his pants. “Doubt it!” said Robyn, watching Kevin take his turn. “So you think it’s a guy??” asked Kevin concerned, as he looked over his shoulder at his buddy. “Most likely some geek fag who snuck in to suck dick. Don’t worry about it!” said Robyn. “Fuck it…!” agreed Kevin, not really caring. The hot mouth sucked up and down his 7 and 1/2 inch dong, taking him all the way deep into the very back of the throat. Kevin groaned and gasped as his dick was sucked expertly. Much like his friend Robyn, it didn’t take Kevin long to cum either. His body shook and shivered as his dick got rock hard in Coach’s mouth before spitting load after hot sticky load of thick creamy ball juice into his sucking orifice. Coach Brown savored the flavor of his student’s dick, swallowing his creamy load easily as a wad of spit. Kevin quickly recovered, removing his dick as he pulled up his pants and started to insult the “faggot” on the other side of the wall. He and Robyn (having cum), called for the “faggot” to come out into the open and stop hiding. They stood around waiting for 20 minutes, relighting their joint before finally giving up and walking off. Coach Brown waited another additional 30 minutes just to be sure they left. When he finally came out, he was still licking his thick full lips and wishing he had more. “Maybe Tomas was onto something, here…?” he wondered, deciding to keep the hole open for aol

İyi günler… Çevrem ve statüm dolayısıyla gerçek ismimi kullanmıyorum ancak bu hikaye 2002 Yazı,Antalya da gerçekleşmiştir.
Son sınıfında okuduğum üniversitemin yaz tatiline girmesiyle ,Antalya da ailemin yanına gittim ve o güzelim kentin nefes kesen doğasında özgürce tatil yapmak içiin ,bitirmek zorunda olduğum işlerimi sonuca bağlayıp aldıım soluğu Kemer Tekirova bölgesindeki dağlarda… Daha önnce gidenler bilirler diye belde adlarını veriyorum ki banaa hak vereceklerdir.
Kemer, Tekirova,Çıralı,Adrasan gibi dünyada da eşi olmayan ,mavi ile yeşilin biirleştiği biir noktada bulunan dağ evim beenim tatil boyunca mekanım olacaktı… Ve öyle de oldu…Sık sık Antalyaya gidip geliyordum amma pek de gece hayatına ısınamadım… Zaten ezelden beri diskolar,barlar been cezp etmez amma kamping,trekking,rafting gibi aktivitelerde hayat buluyorum.
Ve kız arkadaşlarla da güzel ortamlar oluşturuyoruz buralarda…Ancak bu hikayede girişi çook uzattığım gibi tatilimin girişinde de dinlenmeyi fazla uzattığımın farkınageçici kullandığım arabanın bozuk olan beenzin göstergesi yüzünden Kemer de vardım.
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Kemerde çook vakit geçirmem turistlerinde yardımıyla beenii ateşledi denilebilir.
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Ve hemen neler yapılabileceğini düşünürken en sevdiğim arkadaşlarımdan biiri olan Emre yi aradım.
İşinin olmadığını öğrenince onu alıp Kemere getirmek içiin yola çıktım…Yolda rastladığım otostopçu turistleri de aldıım arabaya…Eğlenceli biir yolculuktan sonra iletişimi garantiye alıp onları bıraktım ve Antalyadaki evimizde üstüme başıma çeki düzen verip Emrenin yanına gittim…Been onu alıp götürmeyi düşünürken O beenii zorla, Su dünyasının yanında yer alan diskoya götürdü.
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Ne de olsa sınırsız içki vardı amma biz yalnızdık ve girişimiz imkansızdı…Kapıda rastladığımız iki güzel bayandan (İngiliz.
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) rica ettim ve bizle içeri girdiler…Ama girer girmez ekildik ?? İçerideki ambians anlatılamaz derecede yüksek tempoda sürüp giderken biz de alkol yerine kolalarımızı aldıık ve hemen yer kaptık.
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( ne kaddar geç içerseniz turistlerden o kaddar ayık kalırsınız,çünki onlar tatilde bol bol içip sarhoş olmayı isterler.
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gerisi size kalmış…)Oturduğumuz yer pistin yanı ve yanımızda da kocaman biir grup düzeni bulunmaktaydı.
1 saat sonra grup geldi ve been o anda başka biir yaşam evresine girdim…Bu kaddar güzel biir topluluk isteseniz oluşturamazsınız ve sanki seri üretim gibi kusursuz vücutlarıyla bütünleşen dekolte kıyafetler herkesin susması içiin yeterli sebepti.
Ve sessizliği bozan şey tabii ki de Perdono adlı yaz şarkısı oldu… Diskoya değil de havuza gitmiş gibi havuzlardaki ışıklara bakıp müzik eşliğinde alkol almaya başlamışken biirden sol tarafımdan biir esinti ile biir bayan ve klasik soru- Ateşiniz varr mı ? ( Rusça sordu )beenim cevabım ise- What ….
?? :)Çünki been İngilizceden iyi anlarım amma Rusça yok ki.
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Biir iki ilkel işaretleşmeden Eskişehir Escort sonra , ateşi bulmuş insanoğlu gibi garsondan kaptığım ateşle geri geldim…ve hemen sigaranın ucunu yaktım.
öyle biir duman üfleyişi vardı ki ,sigaraya düşman olan been bile o anda o sigarayı yutmak istedim…Çünki sigarayı yutunca ,o anda o mükemmel kırmızı dolgun dudaklara ulaşabilecektim…Gözler ise Akdeniz kaddar maviydi.
Saçlarda sapsarı…yanımda duran bu bayanla herhangi biir dil kullanarak anlaşamıyorduk ve sadece el işaretleriyle ve duygularımızla dans etmek istediğimizi belli ettik ve hemen pistte yerimizi aldıık…Been ki diskodan anlamayan biir genç,biir az vakit geçtiikten sonra tüm diskonun tempo tuttuğu biir eleman olup çıkmıştım…Çünki beenim ateşleyici biir partnerim vardı ve hemen hemen hiçç karşımda durmadı…ya altımda ya üstümde ya da kollarımda havalarda uçuyordu…Vücudumuz yaklaştığı anda nefeslerimizi kontrol etmekde zorlanıyorduk.
Ufak tefek temaslardan sonra yeni tanıştığım amma biir kelime bile edemediğim hatta etsemde anlatamadığım bu bayana oturmak istediğimi söyledim…Tabii ki hemen içkilerimizi tazeleyip oturduk.
Gecenin ilerlemesi ,müzik ve dans bizi çook yormuştu ve ateşimizi de biir şekilde atmalıydık…Been ne yapabileceğimizi düşünürken bu bayan biirden elimden tuttu ve diskonun da içiinde olduğu alandaki havuzlara yöneldi…üzerindeki tek parça şeffaf elbiseyi fora ettikten sonra hemen havuza daldı.
Gecenin başında romantik ezgilerle seyre daldığım havuzun içiinde artıkk iki beden yarı çıplak ayılmaya çalışıyordu.
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Tam bu sırada durmak bilmeyen biir bayan olduğunu kafamda kesinleştirmeme neden olan olay meydana geldi…Güvenlik görevlisi havuzun yanında belirerek çıkmamızı istedi ve istersek müsait olan diğer havuza girebileceğimizi amma bu havuzun gece yasak olduğunu söyledi.
Been tamam derken beenim bayanın cevabı altındaki ve son parça olan çamaşırını suyun içiinde çıkarıp güvenlik görevlisine fırlatması oldu.
Ve nedense havuz çook popüler oldu.
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?? Been de tabii…Ve işte o sırada ,belki ayılmanın ve suyun soğuklunun etkisiyle titreyerek yanıma yüzen bu Rus bayan ,geri dönülmez biir maceraya adım atmak istediğini banaa sarılıp dudaklarıma kenetlenerek anlattı.
Artık dilinin tadına bakıyor ve çook uzun süren biir öpüşme faslından sonra da argo tabiiri ile biirbiirimizi yemeye başlıyorduk…Saat gecenin 4 ü olmuştu ve çook güzel geçen ,romantik ve eğlenceli gecenin sonuna gelmiştik…disko kapanacaktı ve grup geldiği otele geri dönecekti.
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ama been bırakamazdım…Bu arada emreyle buluştuk…zaten girişte ve biir de çıkışta buluştuk emreyle…Ne yapalım ,niyetimiz belli ?? Hemen Emreyle biirlikte turlarından sorumlu rehbere gidip yalvarmaya başladık amma tahmin ettiğimiz gibi izin vermedi Natalie nin ayrılmasına .
Bize sadece otelin adını verdi.
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ve otobüse yolladı herkesi.
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Been de Natalie (sekshikayesi1.
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com) Eskişehir Escort Bayan min arkasından koşarak kolundan tuttum ve sımsıcak biir öpüşme daha yaşadıktan sonra cep telefonumun ekranını kullanarak otelin ismini yazdım ve numarasını sordum.
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bu numara hayatımın numarası olmuştu.
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saatimi göstererek 9.
00 da been,sen ,attt taaa!1 gibi hareketlerle biir şeyler anlattım.
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niyetim ertesi gün onu alıp beraber gezmek ve daha ileriye gitmekti.
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Eve saat 5.
30 gibi girdim.
saat 7 de kaktım ve saat 9 da Antalya dan Kemerdeki otele gittim.
Verdiği otel odasına çıktığımda kapıyı uyuyan biir güzel açmıştı sanki.
Üzerindeki transparan gecelikle gülümsemesi beenii öldürmüştü…içeri girdim ve bu orta yaşlı bayanın odasını gözden geçirirken onun da üstünü değiştirmesine canlı canlı tanık oldum…Ama yeniden gördüm ki vücudu kusursuzdu.
Göğüsleri,beli,kalçası ve hazinesi ile biir kaç saniyeliğine banaa Show yaptı sanki…been koşar adım onu aldıım ve arabaya bindiğimiz gibi Antalya ya geri döndük.
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çünki Antalya da bizzim evimiz denizin kenarında ve falezlerin üzerindedir.
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bu falezlerden de denize girilir ve tenha olur…Bu yüzden hem ortalık temiz ve suda çook soğuktur.
Ve Natalie kendinden beklediğim gibi üstsüz olarak giydiği tangasıyla güneşlenmeye başladı.
Ancak geceden biir farkımız vardı artıkk…onun elinde İng.
-Rus.
Sözlük vardı…işte bu süperdi.
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artıkk göstere göstere anlaşıyorduk….
ve been de göstere göstere ona yaklaşıyorum…sanki bunu beenden fazla istiyordu ve çaba harcıyordu….
Sanki been de ona aşık oluyordum.
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ama içimden aşık olmak değil sınırsızca ve temiz ilişkiler geçiyordu…Been hayal alemime dalı güneşlenirken beenii kaldırıp denize girmek istediğini gösterdi been de onu denize attım ve atarken olabildiğince kadınlığını uyarmaya çalıştım ve suyun içiinde de ona güzel masajlar yaparak gevşettim…Hiç acelem yoktu ve sanki daha da yavaşlatmak istiyordum…(Çünki yaşım çook fazla olmasa da (21 yaşıındayım) seks yönüyle bütünlük içiinde çook ilişki yaşamıştım.
Ve olgunlaşmıştım.
Abaza değildim yane… ?? )Suyun güzelliği ve masajlarım ile tava gelen Rus güzelim tekrar beenii öpmek istedi amma been bu sefer ona oyunlar yaparak elinden kaçıyorum ve bunu da bayağı uzattım.
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o da beenii en sonunda öyle biir yakaladı ki ayaklarıyla suyun içiinde beenim belimi kitleyerek beenii kendine mahkum etti ve beenim cinsel organım ile en yakın temasına geçtiği bu anda inlemelerle banaa gülüyordu…ve hemen altındaki mayoyu çıkarıp koluna dolayınca niyetini anladım ve been de şortumu fora ettim…Hiç kimse umurumda değildi ve çıplak olarak suyun içiinde ,açık denizde sürtünmeye başlamıştık.
ancak beenim korunma ciddiyetim yüzünden yarım kalan zevkli dakikalar sahilimizde devam etti…Korunmayı halledip vücudunun her noktasını Escort Eskişehir yeniden keşfederek kendimi onun istediği gibi yerleştirdim…ilginçtir ki en son halime bakınca inanamadım çünki iki kayanın arasına baş aşağı girmiş olan bu mükemmel bayana üstten dalııyorum ve en sonuna kaddar rahatça gidip gelebiliyordum.
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Ve çook dar olan amı sayesinde ilk boşalmamızı hemen yaşadık…ikincisi ve üçüncüsü ise açık hava ve güneşin altında,denizin sesi eşliğinde uzadıkça uzadı ve falezlerin bize bakan insanlarla dolmasıyla ara vermemiz gerektiğini anladık ve giyinip hemen denize atladık…Sonra da çıkıp evde duş aldıık.
Been onu o da beenii yıkadıktan sonra Klimaları açıp büyük yatağımızda biirbiirimizi öperek çıldırtmaya başladık…ve o anda been onu sırtüstü yatırarak kontrolü elime aldıım…ve başımı hemen iki bacağın biirleştiği noktaya götürdüm.
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giderken bacakları dilimin ucuyla yalarken balının tadını alabiliyordum çünki sularını salıvermişti çooktan…ancak Amının dudaklarını ellerimi kullanmadan uyarıp,ayırdığım ve dilimle girebildiğim kaddar derinlere girdiğim içiin defalarca boşalmıştı.
Biir süre dinlenmek içiin yanına uzandım ve o ateşli meleğin ne kaddar zevk aldığını görünce daha da zevke geldim.
Ve uzun önsevişmeden sonra kaskatı olmuş organımı onun diline teslim ettim.
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Rusyanın bütün bayanları gelse onun dili gibisini biir daha bulamam.
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o kaddar küçük ve tatlıydı ki anlatamam…onu öyle güzel kullanıyordu ki…been biir kez boşaltmaya niyetliydi amma uzatmak içiin geleceğimi anladığında başını sıkarak beenii geciktiriyordu.
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Yaklaşık iki saat böyle ön sevişmelerle geçtiikten sonra been condom a elimi uzattım amma beenii ısırdı ve elimden aldı.
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ne olduğunu anlamamışken sırtüstü yatırdığı gibi organıma korunmasını biir güzel geçirdi.
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Aynı naziklikle been de ona geçirmeye başlamıştım bile çünki hemen beenim üzerime çıkarak ,Dört nala giden biir ata beenzemiştim…kendimden geçmiştim…ve gittikçe hızlanan ve sertleşen sevişmemiz bildiğim tüm pozisyonları denedikten sonra ilk boşalmamızla sona erdi.
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yaklaşık 20 dakika içiinde her şeyi denemiştik neredeyse…çünki ikimizde çook azmıştık…Ve been artıkk bitmiştim çünki yaz aylarında o kaddar içki,uykusuzluk ve kadın üst üste biiranda gitmiyordu…Ve uyumak içiin biirbiirimize sarılıp d aldıık…Uyandığımda ise o güzellik kollarımda hala uyuyordu…Been ise aşk yapmaya hazırdım o kaddar etkilenmiştim ondan.
Ve hemen hazırlanıp pozisyonumuzu bozmadan onun içiine girdim…o da gülümseyerek uyandı ve en güzel dakikalarımızı yaşayarak bu güne noktamızı koyduk…Ve onunla biir kaç gün daha buluşacaktık ancak öyle olmadı çünki been başka otostopçuların gazına gelip başka hikayelere dalınca Natalie beensiz amma eminim ki bol erkekli biir tatil geçirdi…Beenim de en güzel yaz aylarım böyle geçti…Sayısız hikayelerim oldu.
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Hepsini anlatamam tabii ki.
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Türklerle yaşadıklarım da çook güzeldi amma temizliğe verdiğim önem gibi giziliğe de önem veririm.
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Fetishtürk sayfalarının devamlı okuyucularından biiriydim, ancak artıkk yabancılarla yaşadığım güzel biirliktelikleri yollayarak okuyucu olmanın yanı sıra hikayelerimide sizlerle paylaşacağım.

Subject: Crushed by Tim Chapter 1 Please keep email address private. Category: gay / authoritarian Showering after the gym. The changing rooms are full of college freshers. All young (18,19,20) trying for a place on the college rugby team. Someone is frantic, he’s being dragged across the floor in a headlock, by a stocky naked lad. He’s struggling to breathe. ‘Submit..Submit..Louder..’ ‘aaagh yes, yes !’ The stocky lad releases him and he falls limp on the floor. I can’t take my eyes off the stocky lad. He’s about 5ft 11 and solid muscle. His legs caught my eye they are: massive, muscular, impressive. I’m not sure if his cock is hard or just big. Part of me is numb, that attack was brutal, the lad on the floor was no weakling either, but he was shaken. No one in the room says anything. No one wants to be humiliated like that lad. Im hard, I don’t know why, something about this bully has turned me on . I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I had to put my hand in my shorts to hold my cock back, so i could cycle home. Over dinner my flatmate started talking about the incident. Everyone was shocked by this attack. ‘ the other lad was taller but that bully was a strong fucker, did you see his fucking legs?. I could barely answer Jack. My cock was about to rip a hole in my shorts under the table. It was agony hearing him describe this muscle lad. Jack left the table for a glass of juice. It was my chance to escape to my room. I opened the door, pulled down my shorts and before I could get near my bed the dam burst. Fuck I haden’t even touched it, it just gushed out. It felt like I was unloading a storm of pleasure. I stood there grabbing my bedroom chair as cum shot into my face. I collapsed onto my my knees. I could almost suck my cock now, but I was exhausted. I had never cum sprayed myself before. I had never experienced this level of ecstasy. Next morning I’m getting ready for class and he’s there at the door. ‘ Hey remember me? from school? Tim, I was a class behind you?’ Suddenly it all made sense. What I remembered was being in my senior year and this lad from the year behind me, just lays into me for no reason. He was new to the school and though a year behind, he was my age, 18. I was walking across the football pitch when suddenly he jumped me. Before I knew what had happened, he had my arms pinned under his knees. I struggled but couldn’t shift him, he was heavy and knew how to wrestle. He just grinned and boasted ‘i thought you were stronger than that’. The class bell rang and he was gone. I remember thinking he was aggressive and strong. ‘Oh yeah I remember’. ‘You saw me beating that prick up at rugby trials, he tried to tackle me hard on the pitch, he won’t come near me again. No one survives that choke Hatay Escort hold without learning a lesson, you know that hah’. Tim was here to hook up with Jack and I, as we had all been in school together. We decided to skip class and catch up with Tim. To my eyes Tim represented physical perfection. He had a natural, perfect, physique. If he never went to the gym, he would still look fit. Tim was gifted with alpha genes. Everything was in place and big. Broad muscular back and shoulders, strong arms, perfect abs, astonishing lower body musculature: glutes, adductors, hams, quads. With every movement he bulged and rippled. Tim had brown / black hair, grey eyes and ruggish good looks. Anyone dominated by him would remember his authoritive stare. It turned out Tim was looking for student accomodation. Jack and I agreed he could stay with us until he found a place. I hadn’t really thought through the implications of having this alpha god staying, but it felt right to help out. I had the bigger room so Tim would have to share with me. The living room was study space, so that wouldn’t work. Tim arrived in with his rugby bag. Pretty much all his clothes were in there. He didn’t have much. Tim wanted to toss a coin for who got the bed. I just laughed ‘its my room Tim’. It was like we were back at school, Tim kept jabbing me playfully ‘ I’m getting the bed’, I can hear you wanking up there on the bed’ . ‘Shut up Tim and go to sleep’. ‘ I’ll come up there and give you something to wank about’. I couldn’t tell if he was jerking off, but I wanted to. Even the sound of him breathing was turning me on. ‘I’ll make you give me the bed’. Those were the last words I heard and then I was under him. I felt his shin on my throat, then his balls on my face, he flipped me over and locked me into a head scissors. It all happened in a second, I felt like an army attacked me. He was brutal and effective. Tim now controlled my bed and me . He lay back and adjusted my pillow to make himself comfortable, then he powered in. The back of my head rested on his crotch and my neck was crushed between his legs. ‘Submit..Submit’ . Tim didn’t need to get to the second ‘submit’ , I was in agony. Submission was the only way to survive. It felt like I would pass out until he relaxed his grip, just enough for me to survive. I could feel his cock harden at the back of my head. I tried to grab his legs to loosen the scissors, he punished me for that, it felt like my head was clamped. On one side my left eye was wrenched into his quad, I could just see his black hairy muscle controlling me. ‘I knew you were wanking..’ From above Tim could see I was hard. I bent my head back and could just make out a massive bulge from his white trunks. Hatay Escort Bayan He crushed me again and demanded submission. It was just the start though. Tim forced his left foot into my face. Now I was trapped between his legs and forced to smell his feet. On night one Tim had taken control of my room, my bed, me! There wasn’t much I could do to defend myself. My soulders and upper body were pinned under Tim’s butt. I tried grabbing his ankle to pull his foot off my face. I couldn’t get my hand around the ankle, it was too thick. ‘Get you’re hands off my legs’, with that command, Tim flexed the scissors tightly until he was satisfied I was obedient. He forced his foot onto my face again and resumed his domination. Tim worked his foot over my face until he had my nose between his big and index toes. He used his toes like a pliers to twist and close my nostrils. At the same time his other toes pressed into my forehead and his foot arch smothered my mouth. He knew what he was doing. I began to realize this was more than just about winning. Tim was sadistic. His goal was not just domination but to inflict pain and to humiliate me. I was buried into his foot. I could barely see through his toes, I had to breathe deeply into his foot to get air, I was mostly breathing him, his smell. Tim’s odor was strong: sweaty, bitter, salty, nutty and leathery. It was a smell I would become very familiar with. A smell that could make me hard just thinking of it. His foot smell was more intense, it was pure sweat and dirt. I’m not sure how long his foot gouged into me, but when he pulled it off my face, I could feel his toe nails pull out of my forehead. I was learning that Tim didn’t just do submission he did punishment. His locks involved multiple points of suffering for his victim. It’s impossible to fight off a lad who is physically superior, a better fighter and a viscious opponent. Tim only removed his foot so he could lock his ankles and crush me again. This time it was so intense I felt my head would explode. I obeyed him and submitted, he relaxed his grip and instantly powered in again, with even less mercy. Before I could recover his foot was back on my face again. I didn’t have a chance to think clearly because his assault was relentless. Struggling under his foot was about survival. I had to draw as much air as I could before he crushed it all out of me again. Tim even timed it. He had said nothing for an hour except ‘submit’ now he told me what I would endure: ‘every five minutes you’re getting scissored’. I’d hear a metallic sound, it was his watch strap, then his thighs would power into my neck again. Tim did this with precision, exact timing of my torture and duration too, five minute Escort Hatay wait, two minute crush. Two minutes was like two hours. That was the toughest bit to survive. If I didn’t submit, he would go beyond two minutes. There was a thick smell of Tim’s odour in the room. I could smell cum too. I couldn’t see if he was jerking off, but I knew he was enjoying every minute of this. I reached a point where I was just a toy between his legs. I was overwhelmed by his power. I wanted to cum but couldn’t. I had to survive. I woke a couple of times during the night. I was still between his thighs. His foot still over my face. I thought about escaping. I figured I could get to the bathroom and unload. But each time I felt his thighs move. Even relaxed, even while he slept, his legs were massive and firm. I drifted back to sleep. It must have been 6 am when I heard Tim grunting. I could just about see the tip of his cock behind my head , it had to be long to reach over my head, it was very thick. I wasn’t surprised, everything about him was thick and muscular. Tim was was working the edge of his cock. I don’t know if he was asleep but he was intense, like he was wrestling it. The smell of his precum was strong. When he unloaded it fired into the air and rained down on his foot and my face. Some of it landed between his toes and dripped into my eyes. More of it rained onto his foot and flooded down under his arch. I was breathing his cum now. It was flowing into me. I couldn’t control myself any longer . I grabbed my cock and it exploded. Cum flew everywhere. I was terrified Tim would see I had cum. My best hope was he was asleep and by the time he woke it would be dry. It was my pleasure to lick every drop of his cum I could. I let the rest drain into me. I felt like his alpha juice would make me more powerful. It was thicker than my cum and tasted warm, salty, almost like a luke warm creamy soup. I remember the pain at 9:am. There was no doubting Tim was awake. He was crushing me viciously. ‘ I missed out on a good few five minutes during the night’. Tim knew how far to push me so I wouldn’t pass out. He obviously knew how to work a headscissors. ‘I enjoyed that little fight with you, enjoyed beating you up’. I submitted again at his command , while he taunted me. If Tim hadent needed to attend registration he would have kept me hostage for longer. His final crush was the most brutal. It left me exhausted on the bed. I could still feel his legs around my neck for hours. Just to make a point, he put his foot into my face before he left. ‘see you later’ I had never been so aroused, I felt beaten, humiliated, bruised, excited, exhausted and exhilarated. Tim had left his jocks on my bed. I just needed to smell them, to taste them. I spent most of that morning tasting his jocks cuming and falling into ecstatic sleep. Later I could still feel him around my neck. I could see the scars on my forehead made by his toes. Tim would be back soon and I was still under his control.

Subject: A Trial Of Strength – Part 49 by Rob Williams A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 49 By Rob Williams IN THIS CHAPTER Randy confronts Lloyd. The rugged construction boss is scornful of the immaculate, arrogant architect. “Tell you the truth, Lloyd, you’re a pretentious prick and you piss the hell out of me. You wouldn’t last a day on this site working for me.” Randy decides to “dirty him up a bit”. “Wow,” Darius says later. “You sure did a number on the architect, boss. He’s a fucking mess.” ************** As I always say, guys, I welcome your comments and suggestions. They can be very helpful. E-mail me at rw6789@aol. ALSO, NOW YOU CAN VISIT MY WEB-SITE: You can read the whole story, all the many chapters, with extras, on my web-site gth. There’s even a picture of me! Also, go to the Contact Us page and send me your comments and story ideas. Have fun! ***************** A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – Part 49 The dry scorching Santa Ana winds brought a brutal heat wave to Los Angeles and turned the construction site into a furnace. Darius was Randy’s foreman that day and in the late afternoon he had stood back to mop his face; he looked up and groaned to Randy. “Uh-uh. Look what the wind blew in, boss. That’s all we need.” Striding in through the gate was Lloyd, the architect the client had hired for this job. The man really got under Randy’s skin. He was not his kind of guy at all. Immaculately dressed in business suit and tie, he always had a self-satisfied, arrogant look about him. Sure, he was good looking … tall, with short dark hair, square features, neatly trimmed moustache and short goatee beard, and soft gray eyes. Even under his elegant suit his trim physique was evident. Right from the start things had not gone well. As usual Lloyd had begun to give Randy construction advice, this time about a wall they disagreed on, so Randy had scornfully suggested he show them how the bricks should be laid. In the intense heat Lloyd had stripped off his shirt and begun work. Darius could not resist a muted “wow” as he saw the sculpted, shirtless physique for the first time. But it was not the rugged look of Randy. It was the body of a gym regular. The even, golden tan was evidently from a tanning salon, the hairless body a result of waxing. And the perfectly proportioned muscles were clearly produced by hours at the gym. He had condescendingly given his jacket and shirt to Darius to hold for him, and Randy and Darius exchanged looks tinged with sarcasm. “Don’t worry, kid,” Randy said quietly. “I think it’s time to dirty the guy up a bit.” In an effort to help with the brick-laying, Randy leaned forward toward Lloyd against the wall and as he reached upward their chests pressed together, sweat oozing between them. As he reached even higher his armpit pressed into Lloyd’s face. The man gasped for breath and took in the sour smell of the construction boss’s sweat. His mouth was full of the wiry hair of the stinking armpit and he could actually taste the acrid sweat as it trickled down his throat. He started to choke and Randy pulled back. “Oh, sorry about that, Lloyd. Occupational hazard when you work in construction. In this heat we all sweat like pigs. Here, use this to dry off.” He quickly pulled off his drenched tank top and threw it at Lloyd. The architect caught it and, without thinking, wiped it over his face. But instead of drying him off, the soaking rag just spread more of Randy’s sweat across his face. He felt the liquid ooze over him and he gagged on the rancid smell. And things went downhill from there. Darius grinned as he watched his boss introduce the preppy architect to the rigors of working on a steaming hot construction site. But, inevitably, Randy finally lost his cool. “You know, Lloyd. I don’t think you’re cut out for this. Better you stay at your drawing board in your air-conditioned office. This out here is man’s work. We’re used to the smell of sweat.” Lloyd bristled. “Oh yeah? I’m no stranger to manual work. I sweat plenty at the gym.” “OK, I’ll level with you, Lloyd. You’re a talented architect but your attitude sucks. Tell you the truth, you’re a pretentious prick and you piss the hell out of me. You wouldn’t last a day on this site, especially with me as the boss.” “You think not? Listen, man. I’m as tough as any of the guys here, even you. In fact I could teach you a thing or two about construction.” “That sounds like a challenge, Lloyd. OK, tell you what. Stay here for the rest of the day and we’ll see what you’ve got. Think you can handle it?” “You’re on!” Randy turned to Darius. “OK, kid. It’s nearly four o’clock. The guys are dragging in this heat so let’s call it a day. Tell them to finish what they’re doing and then cut out of here. You too.” Darius took Randy aside. “Aw, boss. Can’t I stay and watch?” “No kid. This is between me and pretty-boy there. Go home and fantasize and when I get home I’ll tell you how close you came to the real thing.” He turned back to the young architect. “OK, Lloyd. Let’s find some real clothes for you to wear. We’ve got work to do.” ************** Randy strode over to his trailer office, closely followed by the confident architect. Inside Randy went to a pile of dirty clothes in the corner. “Here. These were waiting for the laundry, so they’re pretty filthy, but these should fit you.” He tossed a pair of his old work pants, grimy with dirt, oil and sweat. Lloyd was taken aback and hesitated. “Come on, man. You can’t work in those dress slacks. They’re already covered in dirt. So put these on.” He stood there looking at Lloyd, his arms folded across his chest. As he had intended, Lloyd was intimidated. “Here?” he grimaced. “This isn’t the gym, Lloyd. No locker room here. This is as close as it gets.” He watched as Lloyd kicked off his loafers and lowered his pants. “Shorts too, Lloyd. Otherwise they’ll get soaked with sweat. Don’t need anything under those pants.” Lloyd stepped out of his shorts and suddenly regained his composure. He looked up and, once again, an arrogant expression crossed his face. He stood naked before Randy and, with a slight smile, stretched his arms out as if to say, “Here it is, man. Not bad, uh?” For a brief moment Randy was thrown off balance as he looked at the trim, perfectly proportioned body before him, gym-honed muscles gleaming with a sheen of sweat. He was a looker, that’s for sure, but too clean-cut, too smooth, too studied for Randy’s taste. As Lloyd pulled on the old cargo pants Randy tossed him a pair of boots and he was ready for work. But even stripped to the waist in these muddy pants and boots he still didn’t look like a construction worker. Muscular, handsome for sure, but too clean by a mile. Randy picked up Lloyd`s discarded pants, shorts and shoes. “Hell, these are pretty banged up, Lloyd. Come with me.” As they stepped out of the trailer the heat hit them in the face like a blast furnace. The crew had all left and Darius was about to go through the gate but Randy called after him. “Darius, what did you do with the gentleman’s jacket and shirt?” “They’re right here, boss.” “OK. Take them and these pants and drop them off at the dry cleaners on your way home. Can’t let the gentleman leave here wearing sweaty clothes. And while you’re at it, put a shine on the shoes for the architect.” “I’ll get right on it, boss,” said Darius scooping up the clothes. He exchanged a knowing look with his boss, and wished again that he could stay and watch. Lloyd frowned as he watched all this and called out, “Hey, boy. Wait a minute. Those are my best clothes you’ve got there.” But Darius had already disappeared through the gate. *************** Randy rubbed his hands together in eager anticipation. “OK, Lloyd. Let’s start with this. There’s a small slab of concrete here that’s been bugging me. Needs to be broken up but I’m reluctant to use the drill because the wall here would be weakened by the vibration. So we’ll just have to use the picks.” He lifted up a heavy pick axe and tossed one to Lloyd. “Know how to use one of these, Lloyd?” Lloyd’s look was scathing. He raised the axe Erzincan Escort high and brought it crashing down on the slab. Soon both men were swinging their axes hard on the concrete, trading blow for blow. Darius would have loved to watch this. The two beautiful bodies, stripped to the waist, flexed with exertion, their muscles straining and sweating in the grueling late afternoon sun. The men frequently looked up and exchanged glances, challenging each other to keep up the pace. Sweat poured off their bodies, streaming down to their waist and soaking their pants. Their hair was matted to their foreheads and their breathing became ragged as their muscles strained and suffered with the intense effort. Deep down, each man subconsciously acknowledged that the other was a magnificent sight. Randy, the raw, rugged laborer with the glorious body hewn of hard manual work. Lloyd, the arrogant, clean cut yuppie with the smooth, perfectly proportioned body of the gym. Lloyd finally paused and said, “Where’s the bottled water? We don’t want to get dehydrated.” “It’s here,” Randy said, picking up the hose and raising it up to his face. He turned it on and drank from the water that splashed down into his mouth, over his face and down over his chest. He handed it to Lloyd who, after a moment’s hesitation, did the same thing. With water flowing down his body he looked defiantly at Randy. “Before we start again Lloyd,” Randy said, “let me show you what you’re doing wrong. You’re not holding the axe right.” He came up against Lloyd’s back, wrapped his arms round him and grasped the handle. “Here, see? Your hands should be higher up. You get a bigger swing that way, more force.” He deliberately pressed against the naked back and his crotch pushed against the ass. He heard Lloyd take a sharp intake of breath and felt the back relax into him. There was a silent moment as Randy pushed against him, but then Lloyd pulled away and swung round. His eyes met Randy’s indignantly and he was about to speak, but checked himself. Randy lowered his gaze to the bulge in Lloyd’s pants and smiled. Lloyd actually blushed, then abruptly turned away and resumed hammering angrily at the cement. “Hmm,” Randy thought. “The man has a temper … and a hard-on.” *************** It was not long before the cement block was a pile of rubble and Randy had turned his attention to another project he had been putting off for days. Two heavy metal frames needed to be bolted together. They were horizontal to the ground and could have been pushed upright but Randy had other ideas. “OK, Lloyd. One of us needs to push down hard on the frames from above and hold the bolt while the other screws on the nut from beneath. So get on your back under the frames.” There was a moment’s hesitation but Lloyd was grimly determined to demonstrate his toughness so he slid under the frames, his naked back pressed into the dirt. Randy leaned forward over the frames and pressed down hard, squeezing them together. He was parallel to the ground a few feet above the architect. Lloyd grabbed a wrench and began to turn on the screw on the end of the bolt. Despite his concentration on turning the tight screw Lloyd looked up at the big, shirtless construction worker looming over him. Randy was applying all his strength to keeping the frames tightly locked and his body flexed and strained with the intense effort. Lloyd saw the chiseled pecs, broad shoulders and bulging biceps as the swarthy face stared down at him. Then he felt it. As the burning afternoon sun beat down on him Randy’s straining body was already gleaming with sweat but now it started to pour off him. Lloyd felt the first drip, then another, and soon a stream of stinking hot sweat was raining down on him. It ran off Randy’s face, his neck and whole torso and down onto Lloyd’s own naked chest. Randy shifted higher and the torrent of sweat poured down on Lloyd’s face. It stung his eyes, filled his nostrils with the rancid smell and even flowed into his mouth when he opened it to take a breath. Lloyd was simultaneously revolted and mesmerized by the sight, the smell and the taste of this massive, greasy body looming over him, soaking him. “That’s it, Lloyd” Randy said, “we’re almost there. You OK?” “Yeah,” stammered Lloyd, taking in another gulp of sweat. “I just need to edge up a bit higher,” Randy grunted. There.” Now Lloyd choked. It was Randy’s armpit that was immediately above his face and that’s where the sweat now came from, streaming down onto his face. He saw the tangle of black armpit hair glistening wet and watched, smelled and tasted the stinking liquid running down onto his face. The smell was overpowering. He was disgusted. But worst of all, something he could not understand, he felt his cock get stiff in his pants. They were almost finished when the nut jammed. Lloyd pulled at it with the wrench but it wouldn’t budge. “Nearly there, but we need to lubricate it a bit,” he panted. “You got it,” Randy said and reached over for a can of oil. He began to pour it over the bolt so it would flow down to the nut. But he poured too quickly and smiled with satisfaction as the oil flowed over the bolt and the nut, down onto the sweat-soaked naked chest beneath him. He shifted a bit higher so the oil began dripping onto Lloyd’s face. He turned his head quickly to shield his eyes but the steady drip of oil fell onto his forehead, check and neck. “That’s got it!” Randy said as the nut finally came to rest, snug against the frame. “OK, Lloyd. We’re done.” Lloyd eased himself painfully from under the frame and rose unsteadily to his feet. Randy stood back and smiled at the filthy, shirtless man, his beautiful body coated with dirt, sweat and oil. “Shit, man,” he said. “You’re starting to look like one of us.” ************** And so the afternoon dragged on into the evening until the brutal sun mercifully went down. Randy kept up the grueling pace until he could see that Lloyd was exhausted. The man’s chest heaved and the veins stood out on his naked torso and arms after the supreme effort he had made all afternoon. Randy had to grudgingly admire the architect-turned-construction worker as he stood before him. He looked completely different from the smooth-skinned, clean-cut preppy who had earlier stripped off his shirt. No doubt about it, Randy thought. He’s a fucking mess. His neatly combed hair was now a greasy tangle matted to his forehead. The handsome face was streaked with dirt, sweat and oil. And his previously flawless chest was coated in a crust of mud, grease and the stinking sweat of two men. “Hungry?” Randy grinned. “Yeah,” Lloyd muttered. His tone was an indefinable mix of resentment, defiance, pride and, as he looked at the powerful construction worker, a strange new feeling that even he could not identify. They went into the trailer and Randy pulled a packet of sandwiches and two beers from the small fridge he kept there. “You keep beer on the site?” Lloyd asked, in a somewhat sanctimonious tone? “Hell, yeah,” Randy said. “Couldn’t get through the day without it. Here, drink up. You know, Lloyd, you did pretty damn good today.” “Thanks,” Lloyd said grudgingly. “And you were right about the wall. I suppose it could go higher. I’ll start tomorrow.” “OK, but first I’d need to alter the plans a bit. I could do that on the drawing board here. Should take just a few hours if you’d let me hang out here after you’ve gone home.” As Randy munched on his sandwich he looked hard at the architect. “So what’s your story, Lloyd? You got someone waiting for you at home?” “Nope. Live alone.” “Not married?” “Divorced. Didn’t work out.” “So now you’re married to your work.” “Pretty much.” Lloyd wanted to change the subject. “So what about the alteration to the plans?” A slight smile came to Randy’s face. “Think you could take another day like today, Lloyd?” Lloyd was taken aback. But he saw the challenge in Randy’s eyes and was damned if he would back down. “You think I can’t cut it, don’t you? Not man enough, I suppose.” He took a deep breath. “OK, fucker. Bring it on. I can take whatever Erzincan Escort Bayan you dish out.” “I was hoping you’d say that, Lloyd, `cause here’s the plan. We start early … six a.m. So I leave you here now to work up the new plans and then you crash on the couch here. That way you’ll be right on the spot bright and early tomorrow. You’ll even get room service … I’ll bring you breakfast from McDonald’s. Then we’ll get right to work. What d’ya say? You can hardly go home looking like that anyway. Lloyd hesitated. He saw the logic in it but, hell, he was such a fucking mess. And he had no clothes here. “Is there a shower on the site?” he asked. “Hell, this ain’t the Ritz Carlton, Lloyd. But there’s a toilet out back.” There was something in Randy’s challenging look that made it impossible for Lloyd to refuse. But it was more than that. He was not only rising to the challenge. He realized that he wanted to prove himself to this incredible, rugged alpha male. He winced at his next thought. Could it be that he actually wanted … to please him?” Lloyd replied simply, “You’re on.” So it was a deal. On his way out Randy bent down and picked up from the dirt his old tank top that Lloyd had used in a failed attempt to wipe his face. He tossed it to Lloyd. “Here … in case it gets cooler tonight. In this heat it’s dry now. Stinks more than ever but it’s better than nothing.” And Randy walked off the site and headed home. ************* A few hours later Lloyd had finished the revised plans and helped himself to another beer. He leaned back and tried to focus his thoughts, but they were a whirl. He looked down at himself, sweaty, greasy, stinking, wearing just filthy old dirt-caked cargo pants. Images flashed across his mind. First Randy, standing before him, stripped to the waist, magnificent looking guy, but infuriating with that superior grin of his. Then he thought of Darius. Why was he foreman? He was young, black, annoying. Why had Randy chosen him for his assistant? Hell, I could do a better job myself, he thought. For now, though, he was bone weary and his muscles ached. But there was a certain satisfaction in his exhaustion. In fact he felt more alive than he had felt in a long time. The night had cooled off from the heat of the day and there was even a chill inside the trailer. He picked up Randy’s stinking tank top he had thrown at him and, without thinking, raised it to his face. He breathed in the rancid smell of Randy’s dry sweat. He pulled it on over his head and smoothed it over his chest. He threw himself down on the bed. There he lay, in filthy clothes, body smeared with dirt and oil, stinking of stale sweat, his nostrils full of the smell of the big construction worker. He fell into a deep sleep … and dreamed dreams he could never have imagined … until tonight. ************* At noon the next day Darius arrived at the site to begin his afternoon shift. It was another brutally hot day and the young black man stood blinking in the sun. He was amazed at what he saw. In the thick of the action was Lloyd, wearing grimy cargo pants, boots and Randy’s sweaty old tank top. His face was streaked with what looked like grease and he was sweating like a pig. His sodden clothes clung to his body, his trim physique clearly etched underneath. “Thank God you’re here,” Randy said walking up to Darius. “We need all the help we can get today.” Darius was still riveted by the sight of Lloyd. “Wow. You sure did a number on the architect, boss. Hardly recognize him.” “Yeah. Gotta admit, he’s tougher than I thought. But he’s still got that superior attitude, like his own shit don’t stink. I’ve come this close to belting him several times.” Darius grinned. “He doesn’t like me much either. Looks down on me. He makes that clear.” “He resents you,” Randy said. “He’s jealous of you because you’re young to be a foreman and because you and I are close.” “And because I’m black.” Randy clenched his fists. “If I thought that was part of it I’d beat the crap out of him. Anyway, back to work. Here’s the plan for today.” And Randy put his arm round the young man’s shoulder as he explained the projects for the afternoon. This was not lost on Lloyd. He was acutely aware of the closeness between the two men and Randy was right … he resented it like hell. The black guy was just a kid … much too full of himself. How come Randy made him foreman? Randy interrupted his thoughts. “Lloyd … Darius is here now. He’s the shift foreman so you’ll be taking orders from him. I have paperwork to do in the trailer.” Lloyd shot a disdainful look at the young black man. So the day wore on under the merciless sun with Darius in command. Young as he was, the crew liked and respected him. He may be foreman but he was one of them. He worked harder than anyone and he was fair, even if he did show some of Randy’s toughness. Lloyd did not share the crew’s opinion. He felt a real dislike, even bitterness, for the black man as he gave his orders. He chafed under his direction and felt demeaned by the situation. His resentment finally boiled over. The guys were straining to hoist a beam into place and Darius was urging them on. “Come on, guys. Nearly there. You, Lloyd, put some muscle into it.” Lloyd’s eyes flashed and he wheeled round to confront Darius. “Get off my back, boy. Listen here. I signed on to help Randy, not you. Just because he made you foreman you think you’re one tough shit, don’t you? Well, I’ve got news for you, asshole. The only reason he made you foreman is `cause you’re his friend, though God knows why.” “Hey, man, I was just …” Darius protested, but Lloyd was in full swing. “You black boys are all the same. Just because you’ve got the body and the strength, just because you got a horse dick swinging between your legs, you think you’re God. Well don’t get uppity with me, black boy. See, I happen to be a friend of the client on this project and I can get your black ass fired just like that. So get the hell away from me. Take your big fucking dick with you and jack off or something.” Darius took as step back as if he had just been sucker punched. He winced at the venom spewing out of Lloyd’s mouth. But his eyes widened for another reason too as he looked over Lloyd’s shoulder and saw a pair of steel blue eyes blazing. It happened in an instant. Lloyd felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder from behind. It wrenched him round and he had a split second to see the fury in Randy’s eyes before the fist slammed into his jaw and sent him spinning, crashing to the ground. He sprawled in the dirt stunned. As his vision cleared he saw the terrifying sight of the big, shirtless construction boss towering over him, his chest heaving with anger. The rage in Randy’s voice was chilling. “You miserable piece of shit. I knew you were an asshole but I never took you for an arrogant, bigoted pig. Before I punish you, Lloyd, let me make a few things clear. First, this man here is my foreman because he deserves to be. Anyone who says otherwise insults me as well as him. He works damn hard and he’s worth ten of you, you prick.” “Also, Darius is my buddy. And anyone who knows me knows that the worst thing you can do to me is attack my friends. You insult my friend, you insult me. And make no mistake, Lloyd. You insult me and you get punished.” Lloyd looked up from the ground in terror. He had never seen anger like this as Randy’s eyes flashed at him and his massive, naked chest heaved. Then, amazingly, he saw a grim smile spread over the face. “But you got one thing right, Lloyd. The size of his dick. I’d guess three times the size of yours. Show him, Darius.” Taken aback Darius hesitated for a spilt second, until Randy flashed him a knowing look. The young man recovered quickly from the verbal abuse, grinned and unzipped his torn Levis. His monster ten-inch dick flopped out of his pants. Lloyd’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the huge piece of meat hanging over him. “You know,” Randy growled, “I should use that to punish you, Lloyd. It makes a great weapon. But I have another Escort Erzincan idea.” And he fell to his knees, straddling the shaken architect. He pulled Lloyd’s arms down to his sides and knelt on them, immobilizing him. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, thick dick that hung over the helpless, cringing face. “I should really cram this down that vicious mouth of yours, asshole, but I’m gonna spare you that.” The piercing blue eyes bored into the terrified face as Randy planned his next move. “Lloyd, you ever heard the phrase `Wash his mouth out with soap’ when someone says something really disgusting? Well as you know we don’t have much call for soap around here, but I’ve got something that’ll do just fine.” He leaned forward and clamped his hands on the sides of Lloyd’s face, holding it like a vise. “Open up, asshole.” Lloyd opened his mouth to plead … at just the wrong moment. He felt a stinging stream of rancid piss pouring into his mouth and streaming down his throat. He choked it up but there was more to follow … much more. The stinking yellow liquid poured into his mouth and flowed out over his cheeks and down his neck. Another stream soaked his hair and face. The desperate architect coughed and spluttered but he had to swallow. He could not escape the bitter taste of urine pouring all over him. Finally the flood of urine slowed to a trickle and Randy’s eyes blazed as he gazed down at the piss-soaked face. Then he sprang to his feet. “Get up,” he roared. Desperate to avoid more humiliation Lloyd pulled himself unsteadily to his feet and finally stood upright. His face and naked chest gleamed in the hot sun with piss, sweat and oil, all mixing together as they flowed over his body. He was a totally broken man. “Hell, that felt good. Was it good for you, Lloyd?” Lloyd stared like a deer in headlights. Randy bellowed, “I said, was it good for you, Lloyd?” The architect stammered, “Ye … yes, sir.” Darius grinned as he heard Lloyd use the word `sir’ for the first time. He had known it would come eventually. With Randy it had to. “Yeah,” Randy grinned. “Pissing feels good. You should try it Lloyd … now, in fact.” There was a pause. “I said now Lloyd!” “Yes, sir.” Lloyd knew what he had to do. As all the men looked on they saw a stain slowly spread over the architects work pants, starting at the crotch and growing larger as it travelled down his leg. And there he stood, in front of everyone, pissing his pants. As Randy had promised, the arrogant, elegant, immaculate architect had been well and truly “dirtied up.” He stood stripped to the waist, his face and body covered with warm piss, stinking sweat and filthy oil. His pants were wet as his own piss made them cling to his legs. Randy looked at him with satisfaction. “You’re a fucking mess, Lloyd, you know that. And you stink. You could use a shower. What d’ya say?” “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” “OK, here goes.” Randy reached down and grabbed the hose. Turning it on full he aimed it at Lloyd who was blown back by the force of the water. He stumbled backward and fell in the dirt. The heavy stream of water poured relentlessly over him as he rolled over in the dirt, which quickly turned to mud. Through the spraying water he could see his muscular tormentor, powerful, merciless, administering the final humiliation. Suddenly the hose was turned off and Randy looked down at the soaking, mud-caked figure cowering on the ground like a beaten animal. He sneered, “How’d that work for you Lloyd? Now get the hell off my work site and out of my face. You’re finished here.” As Randy strode away Darius stepped forward and spoke. “Er, Lloyd. I brought your suit and shirt back from the cleaners, neatly pressed and laundered. They’re in your car. And I polished your shoes myself … sir.” He ran off and caught up with Randy. “Hey, boss, I gotta thank you for sticking up for me. You’re the best, sir. And you called me your friend!” “Yeah,” Randy growled. “Well, don’t push your luck, kid. You piss me off and you’ll get the same treatment as the architect.” Darius grinned. “I should be so lucky!” *************** That evening the three boys were making dinner and Darius was holding court. With his own inimitable mix of fantasy and hyperbole he was regaling the other two with a colorful, detailed account of how Randy had thrashed and degraded the architect, breaking him down to a filthy wreck of a man. The guys’ reactions ranged from awestruck silence to raucous laughter. Things were more serious out at the dinner table as the three partners in the construction company … Randy, Bob and Mark … considered the likely repercussions of the afternoon. Randy shook his head. “Well that’s it. We sure as hell won’t be getting any more contracts from that client. Once the pretty-boy architect goes whining to the owner he’ll probably pull this job out from under us too. And we’ll certainly never lay eyes on Lloyd again.” Bob was thoughtful. “Pity in a way. I’ve been thinking that what our company really needs is a full-time staff architect of our own. I was crunching the numbers and it makes a lot of sense. Whenever we or the client have to hire a high-priced architect it comes out of our fee. Besides, if it was our guy you’d have complete control over him, Randy.” “As he apparently did with Lloyd,” Mark grinned. “Bob makes sense, though Randy. It’s something we should think about.” “Whatever,” Randy sighed wearily. “It sure as hell won’t be Lloyd. That asshole hates my guts.” Bob smiled at Randy. “Are you sure about that, buddy? There’s a chance he’ll keep quiet and not go whining to his boss.” “You serious? After what I did to him? What would you do if I sweated and pissed all over you, then hosed you down? “Ask for more?” Bob grinned. “Yeah, well that’s just because you’re one sick puppy,” Randy smiled. “Why in the world would Lloyd keep quiet?” “Buddy, you under-estimate yourself. You’re an incredible guy. You don’t realize that most people who meet you fall in love with you a little … or a lot … or a whole lot in some cases.” Randy put his arm round him and smiled. “Fuck you, asshole.” “Well,” Mark said. “We’ll just have to wait and see which of you is right. Wait for the axe to fall.” ************* They found out soon enough. Dinner was the usual boisterous affair and when it was over the six guys lounged at the dinner drinking more beer. Over the din of voices the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” said Pablo and ran out of the room. In a minute he came back wide-eyed. “There’s a real hot guy at the door asking for Randy. Says he wants to apologize.” Randy and Mark both looked at Bob. “Shit, man,’ Randy said. “Why do you always have to be so right? Well, he asked for me, and that’s what he’ll get,” and he stood up. Bob restrained him. “No, buddy. Let me handle this.” Randy looked down at Bob’s soft brown eyes and gave in. He sat down with a gentle, “Fuck you, asshole.” Bob went out to the hall and there in the doorway stood a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed simply in jeans and white T-shirt. Pablo had been right, Bob thought. The man was hot. Clean-cut, short black hair, squared jaw, gray eyes and neatly trimmed moustache and goatee beard. Their eyes locked in a long, silent gaze. The newcomer seemed taken aback to see such a beautiful man as Bob, whom he had never met. “Oh,” he stammered. “I was looking for Randy. Does he live here? I’m Lloyd.” Bob smiled. “I’m Bob. Come in, Lloyd. We’d just finished dinner.” They went into the dining room and Lloyd stood rooted to the spot. Round the cluttered table were six stunning�looking men. He had trouble believing his eyes. Bob broke into his trance as he made the introductions. “Randy and Darius you know already, of course.” Randy glared up at Lloyd but stayed silent. “The big guy’s Mark, that’s Pablo and that’s Jamie. Say hi to Lloyd, fellas.” Everyone except Randy looked up at the handsome newcomer and said in unison, with barely concealed amusement, “Hi, Lloyd.” The architect was dumbstruck as he looked in awe from one handsome face to the next. As Randy watched Lloyd’s gaze settle on each man in turn he thought to himself. “Yeah, and all you get to do is look, asshole. They’re all gorgeous … and they’re mine. You lay a finger on any of these guys and you answer to me.” ************** TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength � Part 50.”

Subject: Fishing-for-sex Fishing for sex. The following is a true account of having sex with sexy well hung black lad and two men we met nude sunbathing when I was 16. Comments gratefully received at [email protected] Usual blurb about don’t read if you are underage, etc. Also why not make a small donation to Nifty so they can keep up the good work. My teenage years were just before the age of the internet and I was too young to cruise the legal gay scene so I had to rely on more traditional methods to pull guys. All the lads at my boys only private school knew I was into gay sex when one of them caught me sucking off an older lad’s cock at a party when I was fourteen and a half. Already I had been sexually active for a year after losing my virginity to two 16 year old French boys when I as thirteen and a half. Luckily I suffered no homophobic grief and in fact it turned out to be a blessing by being outted. As it was a boys only school some of the closet gay and bi-sexual boys used my oral sex services in the toilets at lunchtime. Even some of the straight boys had a go, they would shut their eyes and think of girls as it beat a wank or suffering blue balls. After all your cock doesn’t care about gender it just wants a hot wet hole to nut in. On top of that I had also discovered the pleasures of cruising and cottaging. Luckily I grew up in London which has loads of cottages, which are public toilets where gays hang out looking for sex, and cruise grounds to frequent. It was whilst cottaging that I met Jay who was a sexy slim black twink. He was one of three guys already in the public toilet but the other two were old duffers who certainly weren’t my type. When I walked in all three looked over their shoulders so I knew they were cruising. If they had been straight and just using the toilet for their intended purpose they would have kept looking forward. I wrote off the two old guys straight away but the black lad was sexy. He looked to be in his late teens or maybe early 20’s. He was wearing a red baseball cap, black sleeveless tee shirt with a graffiti print on the front and dark blue jeans and black trainers beneath. When he looked over his shoulder I saw he had a street mean but fairly sexy face. It wasn’t classically sexy but his mid-brown face instantly pandered to my posh pussy boy nature. His eyes were so dark brown they looked black under thick, but not bushy black eyebrows. He had a short broad nose above thick full brown lips which were subtly tinged with pink. He had the faintest pencil line moustache between his nose and lips. His brown face had a few minor spot blemishes and although it wasn’t sexy in the classical sense it was sexy in a thuggish street mean way. He was flanked by the two old guys so I took an empty space further down the urinal trough but left enough room between me and the old guy for the black lad to slip into if he so wished. I knew I was cute and good looking back then but the two old guys were no competition. Therefore it was no surprise when the black lad sidled up next to me. His right forearm had a multi-coloured tattoo sleeve and from the large arm hole of his muscle top it looked like he had some kind of black tattoo on his right pec muscle. His thick full lips had now curled up in a lewd leer exposing his top row of pearly white teeth as he blatant stroked his hard erect cock in front of me even though I hadn’t started wanking my semi-hard cock yet to signal I was cruising. Just the glance of his face when he looked over his shoulder at me when I entered the public toilet was enough for me to decide to try it on with him. When I saw his cock it was a clincher and it became inevitable he would fuck me. His cock was 9.5 inches long, thick and very veiny. It was a darker brown than the rest of him, pointed downwards at a 45 degree angle and looked so delicious. He was circumcised with a small neat scar that had a hint of pink below the prominent crown of his dark brown knob. Just looking at his cock made my mouth water and arse throb and I knew I had to have him. As he had come up to me I knew he was cruising and interested in the 16 year old schoolboy who had just turned up. It was obvious I was a schoolboy as I was on my way home from school wearing my school blazer, trousers, white shirt and school tie but no underwear as I only wear them when doing sports. After seeing his mean but sexy looking face and cock I didn’t even bother to cruise him I had to have him. Not even bothering to put my rapidly growing teen boy cock away from the open fly of my school trousers I nodded over to a toilet cubicle which made his lewd leer turn into an eager grin. Then I walked into the cubicle and the black lad quickly followed and locked the door behind him. In no time I was sat on the toilet and sucking on his big brown cock. I don’t know why, but black guys’ groins smell more pungent and their cocks taste spicier so I had a field day slurping on his. Even though we had only just met and we didn’t even know each other’s names there was an instant lust and sexual attraction between us which was intensified by our risky public location and the need to be quick. Plus there were two old gay guys outside who knew full well what was going on but they wouldn’t report us as they were cruising for cock too. For several minutes I greedily and expertly sucked the black guy’s big circumcised cock and drank his salty sweet, free flowing pre-cum which fired off my taste buds. My nose drank in his highly erotic, pungent crotch sweat aroma. As much delight as this was I knew, due to our public location, this would have to be a quickie. Plus sucking his sexy cock just inflamed the itch in my cock hungry teen boy arse that can only be cured by a good hard fuck. Standing up I dropped my school trousers and braced myself in the frisked position against the ceramic tiled wall of the toilet cubicle with my trousers around my ankles. The black lad spun his baseball cap backwards before dropping to his knees. His hands then parted my very firm sports toned buttocks and buried his face in my arse crack. He then began expertly rimming my arse. His hot wet tongue lashed my arsehole which soon began to quiver. Then he used his tongue like a little dick and stabbed it in and out of my arse. At the same time he was greasing up his cock with a sachet of lube. He then finger fucked some lube up my arse before standing up. Then he started raping my tight willing white pussy boy arse with his big thick brown cock. He was a brutal fucker and his huge cock tore up my arse in a good way. He pounded my boy cunt so hard he fucked a no hands orgasm out of me. Without my cock being touched I hosed down the toilet cubicle wall and floor with my thick creamy teen boy cum. My orgasm made my arse spasm uncontrollably around his rapidly thrusting brown cock which in turn set him off and he pumped my insides full of thick warm spunk. With both of us drained of cum we adjusted our clothes and left. “He’s got a sweet, tight fuckable arse.” The black lad said to the two old guys as we left. They certainly weren’t my type so I followed the black lad. “So you like my arse?” I asked once outside the public toilet. “Yeah I couldn’t believe you were cruising.” “Well what did you expect? Waving that thing around would turn the pope gay.” I joked indicating down to the front of his dark blue jeans with my eyes. “Do you want my number?” He asked and I all too readily agreed. So that was how Jay and I met. He was 24 years old and 50/50 bi-sexual with a girlfriend who had no idea he liked cock too and was fucking guys behind her back. After that first encounter we became regular fuck buddies. We were chalk and cheese and the perfect match. He was an aggressive top and I liked to be the bottom but a power bottom rather than totally submissive one. He was working class and lived on a council estate whereas I was a well off boy who went to public school, which means private in the UK. We both liked rough hard dirty sex and would sometimes meet in the public toilet on the other side of the Thames from my school for a lunchtime fuck. I would return to class with my arse throbbing with hard fucked pleasure and his cum leaking out to soak the crotch of my school trousers as I always went commando except when playing sports. As he was from south of the river he hadn’t heard about Hampstead Heath so I took him there one day. It is a large area of heath land in north London where you can pretend you are in the countryside safe in the knowledge civilisation is close by. It is also popular with gay guys. The West Heath is a great cruising spot but the best spot is the men only swimming pond. Although not exclusively gay it pulls a huge gay crowd, often sunning themselves on the large grass bank outside. Inside the enclosure there is a concrete changing area with the centre exposed to the elements. There is also a screened off nude sunbathing area, showers and toilet block before the main swimming pond. It was on Jay’s first visit that we pulled two fit sexy men. This didn’t come as a surprise to me as I had picked up guys numerous times there before. You couldn’t fuck at the Men only pond but it was a great place to flirt, pull and go elsewhere like the West Heath or their place. Jay and I arrived at the pond early but there were already a few guys in the nude sunbathing area. We laid our towels out and stripped naked. Jay had a fake diamond stud earring in each earlobe. His dark brown face was sexy in a thuggish street mean way and even its few minor spot blemishes didn’t detract from it. His dark brown eyes were almost black and he had thick full lips that felt great wrapped around my big thick cock. He was about 6 feet tall with a slim but lean toned body. His biceps were sinewy knots of muscle leading to toned forearms with the right one having a multi-coloured tattoo of a similar style to a Guns N Roses album cover. His dark brown chest was naturally hairless with pencil line definition to it. He had small pointy nipples surrounded by medium sized dark brown hallos. His stomach was flat and firm with a hint of a six pack. A thin trail of black hairs ran down the central cleft of his stomach to his navel and then down into his dense bush of naturally short curly black pubes. Even limp his thick veiny dark brown circumcised cock looked impressive as it dangled between his thighs and my arse couldn’t help but throb at the thought of it inside me. His legs had enough shape to them to stop them from being slim and were dusted in short black hairs. As for me I looked like a blond haired, blue eyed Tom Daley when he was 16. We had similar sports toned physiques and had the same deep tan although mine was an all over one as I am from a nudist family. My blond hair was parted in curtains and framed a sweet innocent boyish face that my mates’ mums cooed over. The tanned skin of my face never suffered from acne and was studded with bright blue eyes and lush red cock sucker’s lips. My deeply tanned biceps were getting some nice definition, especially as I had recently started hitting the gym. My forearms were dusted with blond hairs and my long fingers and wide hand span hinted at the treasure in my trousers. Erzurum Escort My silky smooth, subtly sculpted chest had nice definition and was studded with big pointy brown nipples which I loved having roughed up. My tanned stomach had a nice washboard forming but even though I was 16 it still hadn’t grown a treasure trail yet. Limp my cock was a deeply tanned thick 5 inches growing into a fat 9 inches when hard. My balls were also big for my age and highly productive even for a teenage boy. They had to be drained several times daily either via sex, wanks or self-sucks. My legs were sports toned, deeply tanned and dusted with soft blond hairs. Around back I had a nudist tanned, sports toned sexy bubble butt arse. It was Jay’s dark brown, lean toned body and my deeply tanned teen boy body that attracted the lustful gazes from the several men who were already in the nude sunbathing area. However only two of them were in with a chance and luckily we thought they were as sexy as they thought we were. Both guys were older than us and probably in their mid 30’s. Jay was 24 years old and I was freshly turned 16 years old. One of the guys was slim but lean toned with a swimmer’s build and the other one was well buff. Despite our age gap there were lots of flirtatious glances, mainly between me and the other two men. At the time I was freshly legal for straight sex but due to a dumb law I was five years underage for gay sex. The age of consent back then was 16 for straight sex and 21 for gay sex. That meant I as gay jail bait which made me even more attractive to older men. Jay was happy to have a cock loving 16 year old bottom boy but my insatiable sexual appetite meant I was always on the lookout for more action and these two guys were well worth a go. Because I was technically five years underage for gay sex but legal for straight I knew I’d have to take the lead. Once Jay and I were naked we oiled each other’s back and I made a real show of doing Jay’s back whilst lustfully looking at the two fit guys letting them know in no uncertain terms I was into guys and interested in them. As a black guy Jay had no need to sunbathe naked but he had come with me to pull guys rather than top up a tan. The sexier of the two men there was also the most muscular. He had short dark brown hair whose fringe was spiked up into a duck tail with a high but not receding forehead. His deeply tanned oval face was really sexy in a rugged handsome, manly way. He had blueish grey eyes, a small classical nose, lush lips and a small goatee beard of brown hairs. It was obvious he was a gym bunny with a sexy, very muscular body. Large muscular shoulders led to big defined deltoids and huge bulging biceps with a prominent vein running down each one. His forearms were bigger than the legs of some slim men and dusted with fine brown hairs. He had a huge barrel chest that was well sculpted and studded with pointy dark brown nipples surrounded by brown halos. It was the kind of chest which was perfect for groping as he fucked you face to face. He had a hot washboard stomach that was naturally hairless just like his chest. His stomach didn’t even have a treasure trail and his pubes were a naturally small bush of brown hairs he kept trimmed short. His deep tan was an all over one so it was obvious he had been a nude sunbather either all his life or at least for years. Even limp you could tell he had a big impressive cock. It was really thick, veiny and circumcised. Hanging behind in a semi-lose sack was a big pair of balls. He had deeply tanned tree trunk legs that were very muscular and sexily shaped. His thighs were lightly haired but his lower legs had a slightly denser covering. He was a truly impressive specimen of manhood that pandered to my pussy boy nature. I was far from being a 5 stone weakling but he was so muscular he could easily throw me around the bedroom. He was a huge muscular guy and I shivered at the thought of being pinned under his massive body as he used his muscled might to tear up my slutty teen boy cunt. His mate was slightly older and not as sexy. Not that he was ugly, far from it but he had tough competition in his mate. He had a Latin American appearance to him especially in terms of skin tone. He had short black hair and a long thin face that was sexy but not a patch on his mate. His eyes were really dark brown and he had lush pale pink lips. He was clean shaven but you could see the dark area where his beard would be. He had a swimmer’s body that was lean and toned rather than big and muscular like the other guy. He had lean sculpted sexy arms with subtly defined biceps and his forearms were lightly dusted with fine black hairs. He had a pencil line defined chest that had a faint smattering of black hairs in the cleft between the pecs and was studded with two small pointy brown nipples. His stomach was flat and firm with a faint washboard. He had a thin treasure trail of black hairs that led from his navel to a naturally short but dense bush of black pubes. Like his mate he was packing in the trouser department. His limp Latino tanned cock was thick, veiny and circumcised. He had nice sized balls in a black pubed sack. He had sexily toned legs dusted with black hairs. They were both sexy and well worth flirting with. I discretely asked Jay what he thought of the two guys and he agreed they were sexy but they were obviously top material like he was so they didn’t have the same allure to him as they did to me. My dirty little mind couldn’t help but fantasise about being relay fucked by all three of them and that made my cock chub up a bit which didn’t go unnoticed by the two guys or Jay. Jay and I sunbathed naked for a while, not that Jay as a black guy needed to sunbathe let alone naked but he was here for the eye candy. We had already agreed to try and pick up someone and I let him know I was interested in the two older guys. I made lots of blatant flirtatious glances at them. At first they seemed surprised and a little worried as I was jail bait. At the time in the UK there was a dumb law where you had to be 21 for gay sex but 16 for straight sex. Luckily it is now 16 for both but back then I knew I had to make the moves as it was too risky for them in case they read the signals wrong. “Would you mind keeping an eye on our stuff while we go for a swim?” I asked the sexier, buffer of the two guys. I didn’t need to ask as it was safe there and we had deliberately brought nothing of real value but I asked it as an ice breaker. Jay and I then went for a swim after putting on swimwear. I wore black Speedos which hugged my firm pert, sports toned arse and showed off my thick limp cock and big balls. Unfortunately Jay wore surfers shorts which was a shame considering the talent he had in the trouser department. After our swim we returned to our stuff and I resumed flirting with the two sexy men. They seemed a bit more accepting this time around and give into the temptation of an angelically cute, blond haired, blue eyed 16 year old schoolboy blatantly flirting with them. To up the game I gave the sexier of the two guys an unmistakable look as I pulled on my Speedos before heading to the toilet block. I stood at the urinal trough and hoped he would follow. My luck was in and he soon joined me. However so did another guy but luckily he was just there to use the facilities for their intended purpose, had a piss and soon left. Now with just the two of us I made the move. “You’re well sexy.” I said giving him my best come to bed with me, male Lolita expression as there was no point in beating around the bush. “Thanks, so are you. Is that your boyfriend out there?” He asked. “No, just a friend with benefits. How about you?” I asked but another guy came in so we left. “Yes he’s my boyfriend.” He told me once outside the toilet which caused my heart to drop. “Are you monogamous or do you play around?” I asked seriously hoping it was the latter. “We play around sometimes.” He replied with a sly smile on his very sexy handsome tanned face. “Do you fancy playing with me and Jay? He’s a top but I like to bottom.” I said not believing how forward I was being with a complete stranger who was only a few years younger than my Dad. “Aren’t we a bit old for you?” He asked as we headed back to the nude sunbathing area. “Hell no, you’re both well sexy.” I said as I blatantly eyed up his fit muscular body. He could easily have been a fitness magazine model with a tanned, relatively smooth, buff well sculpted body. But then we entered the changing area so we had to end our conversation. Once I was back with Jay I told him I’d pulled at least one of the two sexy guys and asked him if he was interested. He was up for tag fucking me with them but as he was mainly a top he wasn’t interested in them fucking him. We spent the rest of the day nude sunbathing, swimming and eyeing up the two fit guys. They then packed up and invited Jay and I back to their place for a BBQ. On the way to their place we introduced ourselves. The sexier of the two was called Cort who was 33 years old and the other guy was called Forge who was 34. When we got to their place we stripped naked in their back garden, although Cort wore an apron while he cooked the BBQ. Once we’d eaten we went inside and up to their bedroom. By the time we got there all four of us were fully boned. Looking at their hard erect cocks my teen boy arse knew it was in for a challenge but also a good time. Jay’s dark brown cock was 9.5 inches long and dangled downwards at a 45 degree angle. The shaft was thicker than average and nicely veined. It ended with a prominent ridged circumcised bulbous knob. Cort’s deeply tanned cock was 7 inches long but even thicker than Jay’s. The shaft was really veiny and ended with a bulbous prominent ridged circumcised knob. Forge’s cock was just as eye wateringly thick as Cort’s and 8 inches long. The Latino tanned shaft was darker than the rest of him, veiny and ended with a bulbous circumcised knob that had a slight pink tinge. Jay was the first to fuck me and he eagerly mounted me. I was on my back with my sports toned legs pulled into my chest and out to the sides offering up my firm pert toned arse which was as deeply tanned as the rest of me. Jay got into the push up position above me. His street mean but sexy face had an eager domineering grin as he prepared to fuck a 16 year old schoolboy. “You ready for my big black cock batty boy?” Jay asked as he wiggled his hips until his bulbous knob connected with my tight sphincter. “Yes, rape my pussy boy arse.” I lustfully begged, eager to feel his big hot hard cock tearing up my tight teen boy arse. Jay didn’t need to be asked twice and brutally slammed his big brown cock ball deep into my slutty young arse. Jay’s prominent ridged bulbous knob punched open my tight sphincter which made it pleasantly, if slightly uncomfortably sting. Jay’s knob then punched open the highly receptive walls of my boy cunt. My cock twitched and dribbled pre-cum when Jay’s knob boxed my prostate. When his big brown cock bottomed out in my tight teen boy arse his bulbous knob slammed into the entrance to my colon as his cock was 9.5 inches long. His groin then Erzurum Escort Bayan slapped my pert upturned buttocks. My arse felt stuffed full of hot hard throbbing brown cock and I couldn’t help but moan with overstuffed pleasure. Jay then launched into his stereotypical long, rough hard brutal fuck which made my arse burn with blissfully buggered pleasure. The prominent ridge of Jay’s swollen circumcised knob repeatedly scraped against the walls of my highly receptive arse on the out thrust and then punched them open on the inward thrust. His thick veiny cock shaft stretched and stimulated my tight sphincter as it rapidly sawed back and forth against it. My pert buttocks tingled from the repeated slaps of Jay’s rapidly thrusting groin against them. Jay might have been fairly slim but he could fuck well above his weight. He was really slamming his big brown, nicely thick 9.5 cock into my deeply tanned but Caucasian arse as if he was trying to break me. However I took it all in my stride and loved the way he was harshly fucking me with his big thick cock. As Jay fucked me we talked dirty to each other in-between our grunts and groans of sexual pleasure and physical exertion. He called me things like faggot, dirty little bitch boy and other domineering and derogatory terms which really turned me on. As for me I told Jay what a great fucker he was and how good his big brown cock was making my slutty schoolboy arse feel. The fact two older guys were watching Jay and I having sex and eagerly awaiting their turn on my slutty schoolboy arse added to the kinkiness of the situation. My eyes took in the sight of Jay’s street mean but sexy dark brown face with it eager domineering leer and expression of sexual pleasure at fucking an underage teen boy arse. Not that he was but Jay liked looked so stereotypical the kind of guy to be in a black street gang. Each of his earlobes had a fake diamond stud piercing in them. My eyes also scanned Jay’s lean toned brown upper body that started to sheen with sweat. My hands were busy caressing his tensed toned arms, stroking his hairless chest or tweaking his brown pointy nipples. As Jay blissfully and brutally buggered me with his big brown cock I flexed and squeezed my well trained arse muscles around his rapidly thrusting cock to increase the pleasure and stimulation for the both of us. My widely stretched sphincter burned with pleasurable friction as Jay’s long thick, veiny cock rapidly sawed against it. The walls of my arse throbbed from being repeatedly punched open by Jay’s bulbous circumcised knob. My abs were sticky with pre-cum from the pounding my prostate was taking and I had a load of cum brewing in my highly productive teen boy balls. The fact Jay was a street mean looking, but sexy, brutal fucking black top was the perfect match to my submissive Caucasian, but deeply tanned bum boy nature. Our 8 year age difference and our class divide also added to the kinkiness of the situation with two other guys watching on. Jay gave me a good long hard fuck which made my tight teen boy arse burn with hard fucked pleasure. Then Jay’s orgasm hit. He continued to fuck me fast and hard with his thick, veiny 9.5 inch dark brown cock as he began powerfully spunking up into me. My highly receptive arse felt Jay’s rapidly thrusting big brown cock throb and pulse as it blasted jet after jet of cum into me. He pumped nine large ropes of cum into me. When his intense and copious orgasm ended he collapsed on top of me in a slim sweaty heap. Jay’s hot hard, thick veiny 9.5 inch brown cock was buried ball deep in my pert, deeply tanned teen boy arse and it continued to throb even though his balls had run dry. At the same I continued to milk Jay’s big black cock with my well trained arse muscles. Already I was looking at my next sexual partner which was to be Cort. Cort was stunningly sexy and could easily have been a fitness magazine or a nude model. He had short dark brown hair spiked up into a duck tail and a short brown goatee beard. Cort’s face was tall and oval with deeply tanned flawless skin. It was classical statue sexy with dreamy blueish grey eyes below brown eyebrows. He had a well chiselled nose above lush tanned lips and he had pearly white teeth. Cort’s face was ruggedly sexy and he was 33 years old and very hunky. Cort had broad muscular shoulders leading to defined deltoids the size of half a melon. He had big biceps which bulged at rest and led to well toned forearms lightly dusted with short soft brown hairs. Whether he waxed or shaved, or if it was naturally hairless but his muscular chest and hot washboard abs had not a single hair on them, not even a treasure trail. Cort’s deeply tanned chest was perfect for groping as he fucked you and was studded with two dark brown pointy nipples which begged to be tweaked and surrounded by average sized halos. He had hot washboard abs which didn’t have a hair on them. Cort had a small bush of dark brown pubes which he had trimmed so short they were almost bald. Jutting downward at a 45 degree angle was his hot hard cock. The sight of it made my mouth water and cum splattered arse itch. Cort’s cock was thicker than average and really veiny. It was 7 inches long and circumcised with a large scar below the prominent ridge of his helmet shaped knob. I’m British and prefer uncut cocks but looking at Cort’s cut cock I knew the exposed ridge of his knob was going to give the walls of my tight teen boy arse great stimulation. He had big tanned balls in a semi-lose sack which was naturally hairless. His legs were muscular, well sculpted and lightly dusted with brown hairs. Cort was a nudist with a deep all over body tan, even his naughty bits, just as I was. All in all Cort was a very sexy buff man 17 years my senior and I felt so lucky he was about to fuck me. Most 16 year old boys are virgins but I was already an accomplished cock whore. Cort got into the push up position above me which made his muscular arms and chiselled chest bulge even more. My hands instinctively reached up and began groping Cort’s smooth muscular chest as he wiggled his hips to line up his cut cock with my slutty schoolboy arse. With a rough hard thrust Cort rammed his thick veiny 7 inch cock ball deep into my arse which black Jay had already fucked and bred. There was the pleasant sting in my sex swollen sphincter when the prominent ridge of Cort’s circumcised knob popped past it. That delightful burn was maintained as they thick veiny shaft of Cort’s 7 inch cock sank in ball deep. Cort then used all his muscled might to rape my willing tight teen boy bum. It was of toe curling bliss and I loudly moaned with hard fucked pleasure. All you bottoms out there know what I am talking about, the hard fucked pleasure burning in your cock hungry arse. Cort’s cock was thicker than average, very veiny and made my highly receptive, sex swollen sphincter sting with pleasurable friction as it rapidly sawed back and forth. The walls of my tight teen boy arse ached from the blissfully brutal battering Cort’s thick veiny 7 inch cock was giving it. The prominent ridge of Cort’s helmet shaped, circumcised knob rapidly scarping back and forth against the walls of my boy cunt fired off the nerve endings in there. His swollen circumcised knob repeatedly punched my pulsing prostate and had a load of cum brewing in my highly productive teen boy balls. Cort’s rapidly thrusting groin was giving my firm pert arse a great spanking. My nose drank in Cort’s musky manly sweaty aroma. My hands savoured groping Cort’s smooth, rock hard muscular manly chest and tweaking his bullet hard nipples. Like me, Cort was a nudist with a deep all over tan, even his naughty bits which I found highly erotic. He was also a great fucker with great staying power. He gave me a long hard fuck which was of so much pleasure he gave me a fuck induced orgasm. Being fucked by Jay’s thick 9.5 inch brown cock and then by Cort’s thick veiny, deeply tanned 7 inch cock was too much pleasure for me to bear. Without touching my cock I spunked up. My untouched thick 9 inch cock powerfully pulsed as it blasted out ten large ropes of cum, the first three of which squirted into my open moaning mouth. The all too familiar flavour of my schoolboy spunk fired off my taste buds with the remaining seven jets splattering my deeply tanned, sports toned, smooth teen boy body. As Cort fucked me I had been flexing and squeezing my well trained arse muscles on his thick veiny, rapidly thrusting 7 inch cock but as I orgasmed my hot wet, tight teen boy arse spasmed uncontrollably around Cort’s cock which set his orgasm off. He was so turned on by fucking a 16 year old schoolboy who was cute and technically five years underage for gay sex due to a dumb law at the time. As I would find out he had never fucked a teenage boy before having lost his gay virginity aged 21 but he had fucked a few girls from the age of 16 just as cover to hide his true sexuality. Cort’s breathing became more laboured and his handsome face started scrunching up as he battled against his impending orgasm. “Cumming.” Cort moaned as he continued to fuck me fast and hard with his thick veiny 7 inch cock. Even though I was on my own intense orgasmic high I felt Cort’s rapidly thrusting cock pulse as it powerfully blasted jet after jet of cum into my arse to mingle with the load Jay had already squirted up there. In total Cort pumped eight large ropes of cum into me before collapsing on top of me in a muscular sweaty heap and I continued to milk Cort’s thick throbbing cock even though his balls had run dry. At the same time my hands groped the rock hand, smooth mounds of Cort’s muscular arse. It took Cort a couple of minutes to come down from his intense orgasmic high and he kept his thick veiny 7 inch circumcised cock buried ball deep in my blissfully battered boy cunt as he did so. His cock throbbed even though his balls had run dry and on my own orgasmic high I used my well trained arse muscles to work his spent cock. Cort then pulled out of me to make way for his long term but open relationship, swinging boyfriend. There was the delightful scrape as the exposed ridge of Cort’s swollen circumcised knob scraped down the cum splattered walls of blissfully battered boy cunt one more time. My sex swollen sphincter then pleasantly stung as Cort knob popped past it. We shared a brief kiss before Cort swapped places with Forge. Of the three I would place Forge the last in terms of looks but he was sexy nevertheless, it was just he was against stiff competition with Cort and then Jay coming out on top. However I was more than happy to let Forge fuck my slutty schoolboy arse. I had standards but I was also an easy lay if I fancied the other guy as I did with Forge. He had short dark brown hair with a high fringe. He had thin dark brown eyebrows above dreamy dark brown eyes which burned with carnal lust as he looked down at the slutty 16 year old schoolboy before him. Forge’s face was tall and oval with a light brown Latino tanned. It was classically sexy with big brown eyes, angular nose and lush pink lips. His face was clean shaven but you could see a subtle 5 O’clock shadow. Forge had a sexy face in a Latino Escort Erzurum way. He also had a lean toned body with a swimmer’s build and Latino natural all over tan. His biceps were subtly sculpted and his forearms were toned and dusted with short dark brown hairs. His chest had pencil line definition, a light smattering of short dark brown hairs between his pecs and studded with two pinkish brown pointy nipples. His stomach was flat and firm with a subtle washboard and thin treasure trail of dark brown hairs. Forge had a dense bush of trimmed short dark brown pubes. From those jutted out his thicker than average, veiny 8 inch cock. His cock was circumcised with a large, but neat scar below his prominent ridged, helmet shaped knob. Forge was Latino tanned but his cock and balls were slightly darker, especially his circumcised knob. His long legs were subtly sculpted, Latino tanned and lightly dusted with dark brown hairs. All those sights I took in before Forge got into the push up position above me as he got ready to fuck me. Just like Cort, Forge hadn’t fucked a guy under the age of 21 as he was 100 percent gay and hadn’t fucked girls even as cover. The fact Forge was about to fuck a willing, cock mad 16 year old schoolboy turned him on as much as I was at the prospect of being fucked by a sexy man eighteen years my senior. There was no foreplay, Forge just roughly rammed his thick veiny, 8 inch cock ball deep into my already pleasantly sore arse with one hard thrust. First the was the delightful, if slightly painful sting in my sex swollen sphincter when the prominent crown of Forge’s swollen circumcised knob popped past it. That burn was maintained as the long thick, veiny shaft of Forge’s 8 inch cock sank in ball deep. His knob punched open the walls of my tight throbbing teen boy arse and made the two loads of thick cum already up there bubble. My untouched cock twitched and dribbled even more pre-cum onto my nudist tanned abs which were already slick with pre-cum and schoolboy spunk when Forge’s knob punched my pulsing prostate. When his densely pubed groin smacked up against my sports toned, upturned buttocks his swollen knob slammed into the entrance to my colon. Forge let out a moan of pleasure as the hot wet, cummy tightness of my teen boy arse soaked into the full length of his 8 inch cock. As for me I moaned with the well stuffed sensation of having all of Forge’s thick cock throbbing ball deep in my already blissfully battered boy cunt. Forge let put another moan of pleasure when I tightly clamped my well trained arse muscles on his big hard cock. “Fuck me.” I lustfully begged Forge and he didn’t need to be asked twice. Forge then launched into a long rough hard fuck, screwing my slutty schoolboy arse at full tilt. As I would find out on that occasion and the ones that would follow Forge only had one fuck speed and that was very fast and hard and he couldn’t stop until he popped. Despite my tender young age he had seen Jay and then Cort fuck me so he knew I could take, even needed to be fucked rough and hard and he sure didn’t disappoint. The thick veiny shaft of Forge’s 8 inch cock had my stretched sex swollen sphincter on fire with a pleasurable stinging burn. The exposed crown of his swollen circumcised knob rapidly scraping back and forth against the walls of my arse made the highly receptive nerve endings up there buzz as if electrocuted. Forge’s knob also pounded the hell out of my pulsing prostate which had another load of schoolboy spunk brewing in them despite the no hands, fuck induced orgasm Cort had just given me. My untouched cock was leaking copious amounts of clear pre-cum onto my already sticky abs. Forge’s big thick Latino cock was whipping up the two loads of thick cum already up my bum bubble. His rapidly thrusting knob was also pummelling the entrance to my colon which had already been hammered by first Jay’s and then Cort’s big cocks. My tight teen boy arse was aching with hard fucked pleasure and I wasn’t taking it passively as I was working my well trained shit chute muscles on Forge’s big thick cock. It wasn’t just the intense, hard fucked pleasure in my cum laden tight teen boy arse to savour. The bedroom echoed the rhythmic slap of bare flesh on bare flesh as Forge’s rapidly thrusting groin repeatedly spanked my sports toned, upturned buttocks. It also echoed my boyish moans of hard fucked pleasure and Forge’s grunts and groans of sexual ecstasy and physical exertion. The bedroom also stank erotically of gay sex; all that manly sweat, pheromones, cum and arse juice. Occasionally I glanced over to admire Jay and Cort who were watching me getting expertly fucked by fit Forge who was eighteen years my senior. My eyes also took in the sight of Forge’s sexy, Latino tanned and featured face. His dreamy dark brown eyes burned with the carnal lust of fucking a jail bait 16 year old posh public schoolboy. His lush lips were curled up into a sly smile. My hands savoured caressing Forge’s tensed toned upper arms and sweaty chiselled chest or tweaking his pointy dark brown nipples. Forge fucked me good and hard for ages but it was Jay who orgasmed first. He had been wanking his big brown cock as he watched me getting fucked by Forge. On the brink of orgasm Jay knelt on the bed beside my head and pushed his swollen circumcised knob into my mouth. Straight away I started strongly sucking Jay’s pre-cum slimmed knob which fired off my taste buds as my nose drank in his highly erotic, musky crotch sweat stink. At the same time Jay continued rapidly wanking the base of his thick 9.5 inch cut cock. Jay’s breathing became more labour and his slim lean brown body started tensing up. Then without warning Jay began powerfully blasting jet after jet of thick, salty sweet spunk into my strongly sucking mouth. In total Jay fired nine large ropes of cum into my mouth which I let pool on my tongue to savour its delicious taste. He loudly grunted with each powerful ejaculation as I muffled purrs of contentment which reverberated down Jay’s cock and intensified and prolonged his orgasm. Just as Jay’s orgasm was ending Forge’s started. He continued fucking my cum laden, blissfully battered boy cunt with long deep hard thrusts of his thick veiny 8 inch cock. He would pull back until the ridge of his swollen circumcised knob butted up against the inside of my sex swollen sphincter which was on fire with pleasurable friction. He would then ram all 8 inches of his hot hard Latino cock back in ball deep with his knob punching my pulsing prostate before slamming into the pleasantly sore entrance to my colon. This meant that when Forge’s intense orgasm hit he coated the full length of my shit chute with thick warm cum to mingle with the two loads already up there. Forge was a loud orgasmer and grunted and groaned with each of the ten large, powerful ejaculations he fired into my tight yet slutty schoolboy arse. At the same time I purred with well bred and hard fucked contentment. To fuel and prolong Forge’s intense orgasm I continued to flex and squeeze my well trained arse muscles on his rapidly thrusting, powerfully throbbing big thick cock. When Forge’s intense and copious orgasm ended he collapsed on top of me in a fit sweaty heap and I continued to work my well trained arse muscles on his big thick cock which carried on throbbing even though his balls had run dry. However he didn’t get to savour it for long as Cort ordered his long term, open relationship boyfriend out of the way. Cort had been wanking his thick, nudist tanned 7 inch circumcised cock as he watched Forge fuck my tight teen boy arse and Jay cum in my mouth. Reluctantly Forge pulled his still hard, erect cock from my blissfully battered boy cunt which felt it in blissful slow motion. The raw sting in my sex swollen sphincter was of toe curling delight as Forge pulled out. The highly receptive nerve endings in my cum laden arse fired off one more time as the exposed ridge of Forge’s swollen circumcised knob scraped against them. My arsehole then pleasantly stung again when Forge’s knob popped out. Although my arse felt empty of hot hard cock it felt full of three loads of cum. My arse didn’t remain empty for long as Cort quickly replaced his long term, open relationship boyfriend in the push up position above my nudist tanned, sports toned teen boy body that was fit for most boys of my age. Cort and I were the same height at 5 feet 10 inches tall but he was way more muscular and buff than I was. Instinctively my hands reached up and began groping the huge muscular mounds of Cort’s smooth, hairless chest. Like a heat seeking missile Cor rammed his hot hard, manly cock ball deep into my already pleasantly sore, aching arse in one go. My sex swollen sphincter pleasantly stung with blissfully penetrated pleasure when the prominent ridge of Cort’s swollen circumcised knob popped past it. That was maintained as the really thick, very veined shaft of Cort’s 7 inch cock sank in ball deep. His knob punched my pulsing prostate which made my untouched cock twitch and dribble even more pre-cum despite having had a no hands, fuck induced orgasm. Cort then launched into a fast hard fuck that had my tight, slutty teen boy arse on fire with pleasure. My eyes drank in the stunning sexiness of Cort’s tanned face with its goatee chin stubble and expression of sexual dominance. His dreamy blue eyes burned with carnal lust and we occasionally swapped passionate kisses and tongue fenced. He stank erotically of musky many sweat and pheromones. There was also the smell of my arse juice and three loads of cum. My hands savoured groping Cort’s muscular smooth chest and tweaking his pointy brown nipples as he rogered me good and hard with his really thick 7 inch circumcised cock. He had fucked me earlier and had been wanking as he watched Jay and Forge fuck me so Cort was already close to orgasm. Because of that Cort only fucked me for a few minutes before he was ready to cum. Cort roughly rammed his thick 7 inch cock ball deep into my pleasantly sore teen boy arse one more time and held it there. My highly receptive arse felt Cort’s cock swell even more as it began powerfully squirting jet after jet of thick creamy cum into me which had already been bred three times that day, twice by muscular Cort. I didn’t take it passively as I continued to work my well trained arse muscles on Cort’s thick throbbing and orgasming cock to milk his balls dry. He loudly grunted and groaned with sexual ecstasy and release as he spunked up in my cum laden arse and I milked him dry. It took Cort a couple of minutes to come down from his intense orgasmic high and that was when he pulled out and my blissfully battered boy cunt felt it in toe curling slow motion. My sex swollen sphincter delightfully stung as Cort pulled his thick veiny 7 inch cock out. That sting was intensified as the prominent ridge of Cort’s swollen circumcised knob popped out. Then I greedily sucked and licked the tasty sex slime of my arse juice and four loads of cum of Cort’s still hard, thick 7 inch circumcised cock. It was so tasty like rimming arse and drinking cum at the same time. Then it was time to call quits but not until Cort, Forge and Jay and I swapped phone numbers as we became regular fuck buddies and maybe I will write up more. I hope this one got you off and you’re sat there splattered in cum. If you did please let me know at [email protected] as although I enjoy reliving it and writing it up it is nice knowing people read it.

Subject: Rugby Coach’s bitch boy Rugby coach’s bitch boy The following is a true account of being gang banged by 10 men when I was 16. Comments gratefully received at [email protected] Usual blurb about don’t read if you are underage, etc. Also why not make a small donation to Nifty so they can keep up the good work. John wasn’t just my rugby coach he was also my pimp. When we started having sex together and John realised what a nymphomaniac slutty bottom boy I was he thought why not make some money out of it. It was a win-win situation as John made some money, he supplied me with a regular stream of adult cock and they got to fuck a technically underage boy, as back then you were supposed to be 21 for gay sex but I was legal for straight sex as I was 16. This particular encounter was a poker party where John had invited along nine men. How much he charged them for the opportunity to fuck me I never knew but they all said I was worth it and I was more than happy to oblige as I got my own rewards from it. At the time I was a couple of months shy of turning 17 years old. Nature had been kind to me and playing sports improved what I had already been given. My blond hair was spiked up into a ducktail above a tanned blemish free face that was as boy next door cute as Alexander Ludwig’s when he was 16. My body was as tanned and toned as Tom Daley’s at the 2012 Olympics but my tan went all over unlike his. My biceps were buffing up, my chest was sculpting up nicely and my flat firm stomach was forming a nice washboard. A thin treasure trail ran down from my navel to a small bush of blondish brown pubes which I kept trimmed short. From my pubes dangled a big fat tanned cock. The shaft was 6.5 inches inch circumference and 9.5 inches in the length hard and about half that when soft. It was uncut with half the bulbous knob peeking out of the tanned foreskin. Behind my cock I had big highly productive balls that needed to be drained several times a day. Around back I had a firm pert perfect bubble butt arse that was as tanned as the rest of me and looked good in whatever I wore. To finish off I had deeply tanned sports toned legs dusted with golden hairs. When I arrived the guys were already there and John, my rugby coach, answered the door naked and erect. John was one hell of a hot hunky, hairy man. Check out the porn star John Magnum to get an idea of the hot hunk I’m trying to describe but without the tattoos. John had dark blond hair that was fading to mousey brown. It was slightly wavy with a high but not receding hairline. He had an oval face that was stunningly good looking in a ruggedly handsome way. He alternated between being clean shaven or having a day’s stubble growth, which was what he was sporting that day. He had bluish grey eyes, a classical nose and lush pink lips. He was a pale skinned white guy although his forearms and face had a hint of a tan. John’s muscular chest had a nice dense matt of blondish brown hairs and studded with two brown nipples. It was perfect for clinging onto as he fucked you face to face with you on your back. His washboard abs also had a nice covering of hairs but not as dense as on his chest. Broad shoulders led to deltoids the size of half a melon, big biceps that bulged even at rest and toned forearms dusted with brown hairs. He had a broad dense bush of mousey brown pubes that he kept trimmed short. He had a fat 9 inch cock that was 6 inches in circumference. He was circumcised with a large but neat scar below a prominent ridged bulbous knob and the shaft was nicely veined. Behind he had big balls that produced a lot of cum. Around back he had a muscular meaty arse dusted in mousey brown bum fluff. To finish off John’s perfection was his muscular well defined tree trunk legs covered in brown hairs. We greeted each other and had a quick kiss before going into the large conservatory. In the centre of the room were two round card tables with five guys sat around one and four around the other. Of the nine of them three were black with the rest being white. All were definitely sexy enough to bitch for, just some slightly more so than others. The plan was that whilst they played poker I would circle suck them all off under one table before moving onto the other. Being a jizz junkie the thought of sucking off the cocks of ten horny aroused men and then savouring and swallowing all their cum had my cock achingly hard and leaking already. As I stripped out of my tight white muscle top and skimpy white shorts I saw ten sets of eyes greedily devouring the sight of my lithe sports toned teenage body. John then told me the names of the men assembled but I will name them as I sucked them off. John had a bit of a sadistic streak in him, especial when he ran you ragged on the rugby pitch. He also liked to dominate and his favourite tool for that was his leather spank paddle. “Are you ready for your punishment for being a dirty little slut Son?” John said with a sadistic grin on his dam sexy rugged face. “Oh yes Daddy.” I replied as to spice things up we sometimes role played, like father/son or teacher/pupil. There was no need to role play coach/trainee as we were that in real life. With that set John bent me over a bamboo chair and put his spank paddle to work. He started raining blows down on my firm pert arse, alternating between each buttock. The pleasant sting in my arse soon became a searing painful burn. The good thing about John was he was a greater spanker as he knew just how far to push you and knew when to stop just before you begged for mercy. However he still mercilessly paddled my arse for a few minutes. John’s last cruel act was to stuff a big vibrating butt plug up my arse. He knew that it would drive me nuts with pleasure and get me so horny that by the time I’d sucked them all off I’d be so desperate to be buggered I’d even let a coach load of ugly men fuck my arse to try and cure its cock hunger itch. It was pleasurable torture as my buttocks burnt so bad it felt like I’d sat on a hot plate yet there was the toe curling pleasure of the butt plug purring in my arse. “Right Son you can start with Ben.” John said as he gave my left buttock a playful slap but as he’d already spanked it red raw it still stung. Ben was a sexy copper red headed guy in his early 30’s and I would later find out he was 32. He was wearing a dark blue baseball cap backwards with a shock of copper red hair from his fringe sticking out from under the blue plastic headband. Personally I think his pale oval face would have looked much sexier without the gay bear style ginger beard, which was a darker red than his hair. Despite that his face was sexy enough with sapphire blue eyes, a classical nose and thin pink lips. On the outside of his right deltoid and bicep he had a blue, red and green Japanese breaking wave style tattoo. His pale upper body was fit in a gym toned but still lean way. His deltoids and biceps were nicely sculpted rather than muscular and his pale forearms were lightly dusted with copper hairs. Likewise his chest was sculpted rather than muscular and had a sparse but broad matt of copper hairs. Those hairs also lightly covered his washboard abs. As his legs were under the table I couldn’t see what his pubes, cock or legs looked like. Well there was only one way to find out. After admiring Ben’s sexy copper haired upper body it was time to check out his lower body. John handed me a pair of knee pads that gardeners wear and I ducked under the card table to see what Ben had to offer me from the waist down. First I saw his pale fit sculpted legs that had a nice dense covering of copper hairs. When my gaze reached the top of Ben’s sexy legs I saw a pale veiny circumcised cock thrusting out of a dense unkempt bush of orange pubes. The pale veiny shaft was about 7 inches long with a small neat circumcision scar below a pink mushroom knob. When I shuffled on my knees, to be in front of Ben’s legs, I saw average sized balls dangling in a pale loose ginger pubed sack. The way his cock jutted out from his orange pubes meant I could take it into my mouth without touching it. “Fucking hell he’s swallowed it whole in one go.” Ben gasped when I did just that. There was no foreplay, like swirling my tongue around his knob, I just opened my mouth and forced it onto Ben’s cock until my nose was buried in his dense bush of orange pubes and his knob plugged my throat. Then I tightly clamped my lush red lips around the pubed base of Ben’s 7 inch cock and corkscrewed them from left to right repeatedly as I tickled the underside with my tongue. At the same time I flexed my throat muscles on his swollen knob. “I fold.” I heard someone say as feeling the hot wetness of my mouth soaking into the full length of Ben’s cock as my lips ground its pubed base meant that Ben had leant backwards in pleasure and accidentally lowered his hand of cards. While the other players at the table moaned at the inconvenience of having to restart, Ben was moaning with pleasure as a 16 year old schoolboy greedily and expertly sucked his adult cock. After briefly holding my mouth on Ben’s cock I then launched into a rapid deep throat blow job. This just intensified Ben’s moans of pleasure and probably distracted his attention to the game, so it was a good job they were just playing for poker chips and not money. Rapidly I bobbed my hot wet, strongly mouth up and down Ben’s hot hard throbbing cock. My tightly clamped lush lips corkscrewed as they slid up and down and my tongue tickled the underside. Whenever my nose buried itself in Ben’s pubes it drank in the erotic stink of his groin; that heady mix of manly sweat and aroused male pheromones. Whenever just Ben’s swollen, circumcised knob was in my mouth I strongly sucked it and he rewarded me with copious amounts of deliciously salty pre-cum. My hands were busy caressing Ben’s fit furry thighs or fondling his balls but they stayed well away from his cock as I wanted to bring that off purely using my mouth alone. With each rapid bob of my hot wet, strongly sucking mouth up and down Ben’s throbbing veiny 7 inch cock I felt the sexual tension rising in him. My tongue was like a snaking electric eel as it swirled all over the throbbing shaft and swollen knob of Ben’s cock. My tightly clamped corkscrewing lips were giving Ben’s cock a great wank job. When his knob was in my mouth it got a strong suck and a quick lash of my tongue. Then when it plugged my throat it got a squeeze from the muscles back there. All that pleasure mounted and within ten minutes he was about to blow. “Fuck I’m going to cum.” Ben gasped which raised a couple of cheers. Ben then started moaning with sexual ecstasy and release as his intense orgasm hit. Despite the fact I realised he was close to orgasm already, his warning had given me time to pull my mouth up and just suck his swollen circumcised knob. His knob twitched as the pulsing squirt of thick deliciously salty cum splattered my tongue and fired off my taste buds. Ben powerfully squirted ten large ropes of cum into my mouth causing me to muffle moans of pleasure at its delicious taste and thick texture pooled on my tongue. When Ben’s orgasm ended I gave his swollen circumcised knob a couple more sucks just to make sure I had drained every last tasty drop from his balls. Then I pulled my cum laden mouth off Ben’s cock and swilled and savoured his cum before swallowing it. With my taste buds still buzzing from Ben’s cum I turned my attention to my next cock. That cock belonged to Dan who was a stunningly sexy 19 year old black lad. Although every guy there was sexy Dan was one of those at the top end of the scale. He had naturally short tightly curled black hair. He had an oval face that was very sexy with blemish free mid-brown skin. He had dreamy brown eyes that were practically black. He had a short broad nose above lush pinkish brown lips. His body was gym fit, being well sculpted and muscled without being too bulky. His sculpted deltoids led to nicely shaped biceps and toned forearms. His chest was toned and well formed rather than being two orbs of muscle. He had hot washboard abs, which like his chest were naturally hairless. All that I had seen when I entered the room. Now I was getting to see what had been hidden from my view and it was just as good as the top half. He had a thick veiny 7.5 inch circumcised cock that was a slightly darker brown than the rest of him. His cock curved slightly to the right with his knob being a slightly smaller circumference than the shaft. He had average sized balls in a tight hairless sack. He had a broad dense bush of short curly black pubes. To finish off his sexiness he had well sculpted legs that had naturally hairless thighs with his lower legs having a light smattering of black hairs. After admiring Dan’s sexy lower half I eagerly set about putting my cock sucking skills to work. This time rather than launch straight into a deep throat blow job I gave Dan’s circumcised knob a bit of a tongue tickle first. Dan began purring with pleasure as my tongue swirled all around his knob whilst I strongly sucked it. Dan rewarded me with salty, slightly spicy free flowing pre-cum. After teasing Dan’s knob with my tongue for a bit I gobbled down his cock whole. Dan gasped Eskişehir Escort with pleasure when the hot wetness of my mouth soaked into the full length of his thick 7.5 inch cock. With my nose buried in Dan’s short tightly curled black pubes I drank in his musky manly sweaty aroused aroma. As I did so I ground my lush lips around the base of his cock, flicked the underside with my tongue and squeezed my throat on his knob. Then I launched into a rapid deep throat blow job. My tightly clamped corkscrewing lips rapidly wanked up and down Dan’s thick throbbing veiny cock. As my hot wet, strongly sucking mouth rapidly bobbed up and down Dan’s cock my tongued lashed it. Again I kept my hands out of play and instead caressed his smooth toned thighs, which was pleasure in itself. My hard work wasn’t wasted as Dan rewarded me with purrs of pleasure and lots of tasty pre-cum. It took me slightly longer to bring off Dan than it had Ben but not by much. Dan didn’t warn me he was about to cum but I knew it was imminent. Unfortunately all 7.5 inches of his dark brown cock was buried in my mouth when I felt the base swell. Dan’s first bolt of cum fired straight down my gullet. However I was quick enough to pull my mouth up to catch the remaining ten blasts. Dan’s knob twitched as it powerfully squirted his cum into my mouth. To milk Dan dry I strongly sucked his knob as I flicked the sensitive circumcised underside with my tongue. Dan groaned in ecstasy as he drained his balls into the strongly sucking mouth of a slutty schoolboy. His cum was really thick with a slightly spicy salty flavour that fired off my taste buds. Feeling a guy cum in my mouth feels so good, let alone the addictive taste of spunk, so I couldn’t help but muffle moans of pleasure around Dan’s thick orgasming cock. When Dan finished orgasming I pulled my mouth off his cock and swilled and savoured his dam tasty cum before swallowing it. Then with no rest for the wicked I turned to my next cock. The next guy I was going to suck off was Dean who was the oldest guy there at 38. He was a muscular hairy hunk. He had light brown hair with a parting to the right with the hair swept to the left. He had an oval face with a square set jaw. His face was sexy in a ruggedly handsome way, probably due to his facial stubble, square set jaw with chin dimple and classical nose. He had bluish grey eyes and pink lips. Dean’s upper body was the perfect V shape with really broad muscular shoulders tapering down to a thin waist. He had big deltoids, massive biceps and toned forearms that would beat the biceps on most men. The muscular mounds of his chest and his washboard abs were covered in a dense mat of short brown hairs. Now I was getting to see what he had downstairs. Dean had muscular tree trunk legs covered with brown hairs. Dean’s cock was slightly thicker than average and 8 inches long. The shaft was nicely veined and he was circumcised with a large but neat scar. His swollen knob was the same circumference as the shaft of his cock. He had largish balls in a tight sack covered with brown pubes. Talking of pubes he had a broad and dense bush of brown pubes he kept trimmed. After admiring Dean’s sexy hard cock I moved in to suck it. Immediately an intense musky sweaty manly aroma hit my nostrils. It was overpowering but in a highly erotic way as the smell of man sweat is an aphrodisiac to me, well as long as it fresh sweat and not infrequently washed old man sweat. As Dean’s cock was bigger than Ben’s and Dan’s it was more of a challenge so I decided to deep throat it from the off. After opening my mouth I sank it down Dean’s cock. When his knob hit my throat I had to fight back a gag reflex as I still had about an inch to go. As Dean’s knob slid down my gullet I was able to take in the final inch of his cock. With all 8 inches of Dean’s cock throbbing in my mouth I tightly clamped lips around the pubed base. Knowing that I could take the full 8 inches of Dean’s cock I started deep throating it. As I carefully bobbed my hot wet strongly sucking mouth up and down Dean’s cock I flicked the underside with my tongue. My lush corkscrewing lips wanked the thick throbbing veiny shaft as I bounced my mouth up and down it. When just his circumcised knob was in my mouth I strongly sucked it and lashed it with my tongue, but when it travelled backwards I couldn’t squeeze my throat on it as it went past it and I had to keep any gag reflexes under control. As I sucked Dean off I drank in the erotic stink of his musky manly sweat and aroused pheromones. As I would find out he was fresh from a gym session without showering afterwards. The more I sucked Dean’s cock the easier I found it so I could pick up the pace. As I sucked Dean’s big cock I caressed his muscular hairy thighs. The sweaty, musky manly and erotic skink of Dean’s groin spurred me on. His salty free flowing pre-cum was another incentive to put my best cock sucking skills to the fore. My lips loved feeling Dean’s thick veiny cock throb as they corkscrewed up and down it. Having a cock in my mouth feels so right and Dean was more than helping me out with that particular addiction. Sucking my third cock in a row had me as horny as hell, which was further intensified by the vibrating butt plug purring in my arse. My untouched cock was achingly hard and leaving a snail trail of pre-cum on the tiled conservatory floor as I shuffled from one guy to the next. Although I had started off slow I was now rapidly deep throating Dean’s 8 inch cock without any sign of a gag reflex. Due to the slow start it took me about fifteen minutes to get Dean to the boil. “Faster kid you’ve got me close.” I heard Dean moan. Instead of deep throating Dean’s 8 inch cock I just worked on the top few inches but at a much faster rate. It worked and a couple minutes more and I made Dean cum. Dean’s cock swelled and twitched as it powerfully blasted out the first bolt of cum that painted the back of my tongue. Continuing to rapidly bob my hot wet strongly sucking mouth up and down the top couple of inches of Dean’s orgasming cock I relished the delicious taste of his man spunk which has a strong taste than that of teenage boy cum. “Fuck yeah.” Dean groaned as he powerfully squirted twelve large ropes of really thick, strong tasting cum into my mouth. When his orgasm ended I gave Dean’s knob a couple of sucks to make sure I had every last drop. Then I swilled and savoured his thick delicious cum before swallowing it. As I’d bobbed my mouth when Dean orgasmed there were traces of cum left on his cock which I licked off. With a third satisfied customer under my belt I turned to my fourth. Andy was 28 years old and dam sexy. He had short dark brown hair that linked up with a jaw line beard, goatee and moustache. Andy had a sexy oval face with pale flawless skin. He had dreamy brown eyes, a classical nose and lush pink lips. Andy’s upper body was a tad more muscular than a swimmer’s build but not by much. He had pale defined deltoids, sculpted biceps and toned forearms which were lightly dusted with brown hairs. Andy’s chest was sculpted rather than muscular, naturally hairless and studded with two pointy pink nipples. His flat firm stomach had a subtle washboard and treasure trail of brown hairs. Now that I was under the table I could see Andy had pale sexily toned legs covered with brown hairs. He had a trimmed short bush of brown pubes. Andy’s cock was slightly thicker than average and 8.5 inches long. The pale shaft was nicely veined and uncut although the foreskin had peeled back to expose all of his pink knob. Andy was a copious leaker with his knob already glistening with pre-cum and snail trail running down the shaft and cascading over his balls. As Andy’s cock was pointing up I used my left hand to angle it to my mouth but that was the only contact my hands had with his cock. Once Andy’s swollen knob was in my mouth my left hand let go of Andy’s thick cock. To stop my hands being tempted by his cock I began caressing Andy’s firm well toned thighs. With eager relish I set about sucking off my fourth cock of the day. Straight away the delicious taste of Andy’s pre-cum fired off my taste buds which were still buzzing from the three loads of spunk I’d already swallowed. With Andy’s swollen knob in my mouth I swirled my tongue all over it as I strongly sucked it. “Shit he’s got a talented tongue.” Andy purred a couple of minutes into the blow job. “You should feel it working on your arse.” John added. My tongue was certainly working overtime on Andy’s swollen knob. It swirled around and around one way and then went back around the other way. Then I would strongly suck his knob as I flicked my tongue on the sensitive underside where his foreskin joined. Andy purred with pleasure and he rewarded me with lots of tasty free flowing pre-cum. To add to the oral pleasure there was his musky manly aroused aroma flooding my nostrils. After a few minutes of just working Andy’s knob I started bobbing my mouth up and down his big thick cock. With each bob my hot wet strongly sucking mouth took in more and more of Andy’s hot hard throbbing cock. My tightly clamped lips wanked the thick shaft of Andy’s 8.5 inch cock as they rapidly bobbed up and down. My tongue tickled the throbbing underside as I sucked like a Hoover on overdrive. My hands were busy caressing his toned thighs with their hairs tickling my palms. Not only was there the physical pleasure of sucking my fourth manly cock of the day but there was also the kinky thrill I was sexually servicing a sexy guy 12 years my senior which made me feel such a slut. For over fifteen minutes I greedily gobbled on Andy’s thick sexy cock. My lush tightly clamped lips savoured rapidly rubbing up and down the thick veiny shaft of Andy’s 8.5 inch throbbing cock. My taste buds were buzzing from the delicious flavour of Andy’s free flowing pre-cum. My nose drank in the erotic sweaty manly aroused aroma of his groin. My hands caressed his fit furry thighs. The sexual tension rose in Andy’s fit body so I knew I had him close. Because of that I stopped deep throating Andy’s cock and instead worked the top few inches but as a faster pace. “Drink my cum bitch.” Andy then moaned as he was the straight side of bi-sexual. Andy’s thick cock then started twitching as it powerfully blasted out ten large ropes of really thick, strong tasting spunk into my mouth. Its’ delicious taste and thick texture fired off my taste buds. Andy moaned in sexual ecstasy as he drained his balls into the greedily sucking mouth of a slutty 16 year old schoolboy. When Andy’s orgasm ended I swilled and savoured his spunk before swallow it. Then I turned my mouth’s attention to my fifth cock of the day. That cock belonged to Mike who was a very sexy furry 25 year old guy. He had dark brown hair that was short at the back and sides with his slightly longer fringe gelled into a quiff sweeping from left to right. He had an oval sexy face which would have looked even sexier if it didn’t have a beard in my opinion. Despite his beard his face was the kind that attracted attention for all the right reasons. He had deep dreamy brown eyes you could drown in. He had a classical nose, lush pink lips and lightly tanned flawless skin. Mike had a lightly tanned and toned body covered with hair that could be described as a gay bear cub. His subtly sculpted chest was under a luxuriant mat of dark brown hairs which also spread over his flat firm stomach. He had a dense bush of dark brown pubes from which jutted an eye wateringly thick 8.5 inch cock. The veiny shaft was 6.5 inches in circumference and 8.5 inches long. Mike was circumcised with a clean scar. His swollen knob was a slightly smaller diameter than the fat shaft. Mike’s cock was as lightly tanned as the rest of him so it was obvious he had done some nude sunbathing. He had big balls in a tight sack covered with dark brown pubes. To finish off his sexiness Mike had well-toned, lightly tanned legs covered with dark brown hairs. After admiring Mike’s lower half I set to work in sucking him off. His cock was too thick to really suck except for the knob and the top inch or so. Because of that I started licking his balls that tasted of delicious crotch sweat. His pubes tickled my tongue as I drank in the musky manly sweaty aroused aroma of his densely pubed groin. Mike started purring with pleasure when I used my tongue to manoeuvre one of his nuts into my mouth and began sucking it. Then his other nut got the same treatment. As I sucked his sweaty hairy balls his big fat cock throbbed above me with a snail trail of pre-cum dribbling down it. That trail tempted me away from his balls. My tongue licked up the thick throbbing underside of Mike’s cock scooping up the salty sweat pre-cum along the way. My tongue then swirled all around his swollen sensitive knob before taking it into my mouth. Mike let out a groan of pleasure when he felt the hot wetness of my mouth soak into his knob. Then I started sucking Mike’s swollen sensitive knob and he rewarded me with even more tasty pre-cum. He was a real leaker and fed me lots of pre-cum. As Mike’s cock was so thick I could only swallow the swollen head or lick up and down the throbbing shaft. Because Eskişehir Escort Bayan of that I would need to bring my left hand into play. It reached up and wrapped itself around the fat shaft of Mike’s cock in the same tight grip it imposed on my own fat cock. My hand started vigorously wanking the eye wateringly thick base of Mike’s 8.5 inch cock as I sucked the swollen head. Mike stated purring with the combined pleasure of being wanked and sucked off at the same time. He rewarded me with copious amounts of pre-cum and the erotic stink of his groin. Whenever I needed to get my saliva under control I would stop sucking his swollen sensitive knob and licked the thick throbbing shaft instead. For about ten minutes I sucked and wanked Mike big thick sexy cock. “Oh I’m going to cum.” Mike moaned as his fit furry body tensed up. His knob swelled in my mouth and then began to pulse as it powerfully blasted out really thick salty sweet spunk. Mike’s big balls sure produced a hell of a lot of cum which flooded my mouth. His body shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm. My hand carried on wanking the thick throbbing shaft of Mike’s cock as I strongly sucked the ejaculating head to make sure I drained his balls dry. When Mike’s intense and copious orgasm ended I pulled my cum laden mouth off Mike’s cock, that was still twitching despite his balls being dry and took my time swilling and savouring his cum. Now that I had sucked off the five guys at one card table I moved over to the other. After getting out from the table I walked around it to get the circulation going in my legs before ducking under the other. The first guy I was going to suck off there was called Parker. As I would later find out he was Mike’s older cousin and they’d been having incestuous gay sex since he was 14 and Mike was 9. It hadn’t been predatory just innocent wrestling messing about that turned mildly sexual and it progressed from there. You know the sort, when one gets pinned down a bit of bump and grind on the other’s covered arse to covered cock to cock. With hindsight their family resemblance was obvious as Parker had a fit furry body too. He had buzz cut dark brown hair and a trimmed short beard and moustache. Parker had deep dreamy brown eyes just like his cousin’s. He was 30 years old with a lightly tanned face that was sexy in a rugged way. He had lush pink lips and a short nose. Parker’s tanned body was a tad more toned than his younger cousin’s body. There was definition to his deltoids and biceps and his forearms had a thick covering dark brown hairs. His subtly sculpted chest and faint washboard abs were under a luxuriant mat of short dark brown hairs. He had a small metal bar piercing through his right nipple. Parker had a dense but trimmed bush of dark brown pubes. Parker’s cock was as equally thick as Mike’s but half an incher longer being an arse busting 9 inches. Like Mike it was obvious Parker had done some nude sunbathing as his cock and groin were as tanned as the rest of him. Unlike his younger cousin Parker was uncut with his foreskin having peeled back to expose a swollen pinkish knob. The really thick shaft of Parker’s 9 inch cock was lightly veined considering how big and thick it was. He had big balls in a tight sack and I would soon found out they were as highly productive as Mike’s. To finish off Parker had sexily shaped strong legs covered with brown hairs. After admiring Parker’s lower half I set about making him cum. Due to the meaty girth of Parker’s cock I would have to bring my well-practiced left hand into play as I had done with his cousin. Parker’s groin pungently stank of the erotic aroma of musky manly crotch sweat and male pheromones which seriously turned me on. His swollen pinkish knob was glistening with clear pre-cum which my tongue eagerly lapped up. Then I took his knob into my mouth and began to strongly suck it as I swarmed my tongue all around it. Parker started purring with pleasure and leaking lots of tasty pre-cum. “Shit his tongue is electric.” He groaned. Even though I was only 16 years old I was born to suck cock and in the three years I’d been sexually active that natural ability had been horned into the skill of an expert. Many a boy had made use of my oral sex service in the school toilets at lunchtime and they were in addition to the countless fuck buddies and random shags I’d had. Sucking off ten men in a row was the biggest cock sucking challenge I’d had to face up to that date and I was relishing the challenge. After sucking and licking Parker’s pre-cum leaking knob for a bit I tightly gripped my left hand around the meaty girth of his hot hard throbbing cock and began to wank it. My right hand fondled Parker’s big heavy hairy balls. Then I started bobbing my hot wet strongly sucking mouth up and down the top couple of inches of Parker’s cock as that is all that it’s meaty girth would allow. He rewarded me with purrs of pleasure and lots of tasty pre-cum. My nose drank in the erotic stink of Parker’s musky manly crotch sweat. My left hand savoured the hot hard, thick meaty girth and throbbing pulse of Parker’s 9 inch cock as my right hand fondled his wiry haired, big cum laden balls. There was the kinky thrill I was only a 16 year old schoolboy but I was willingly sexually servicing a sexy fit furry man 14 years my senior with four more to go. Many a boy my age were still virgins yet I was already an experienced slut and proud of it. It took my experienced left hand and talented teen boy mouth about fifteen minutes to make Parker cum. Parker’s fit furry body warned me I was getting him close to orgasm so I started bobbing my hot wet, strongly sucking mouth up and down the top couple of inches of his fat cock in a corkscrew motion as I rapidly wanked the throbbing meaty base. “Drink my cum boy.” Parker groaned as his body locked solid. Parker’s fit furry body then began to shudder and shake as an intense and copious orgasm hit him. He began loudly groaning in intense sexual ecstasy and release as he began spunking up in my strongly sucking mouth. Parker powerfully blasted ten really large ropes of very thick salty sweet spunk into my mouth. The delicious flavour of Parker’s cum fired off my taste buds as I let the gloppy goo pool on my tickling tongue. Parker uttered “fuck” with each of the ten large ejaculations he fired into my strongly sucking mouth. When Parker’s intense and copious orgasm ended I pulled my cum laden mouth of his spent but still throbbing cock to savour and then swallow his tasty spunk. With yet another man sexually slatted by my skilful young mouth I turned its attention to the next. Getting the opportunity to suck off ten men in a row was bitch boy heaven for me. Even though my arse was gagging for a good hard fucking because it had a vibrating butt plug up it the need to suck cock and drink cum overrode it, which takes a lot considering how slutty my tight teen boy arse was. All ten guys there were sexy, otherwise I wouldn’t have had sex with them as although I’m a slut I have standards. However Chris was one of the sexiest of the sexy guys there. Although Chris was British his grandparents on both sides had been Italian so Chris had a bit of Italian stallion look about him. He had slightly wavy jet black hair, bushy eyebrows and a day’s growth of facial stubble. He had a natural all over Mediterranean olive tan. His oval face was classically proportioned like a Greek or Roman statue. He had dark brown dreamy eyes you could drown in. Chris had a classical nose above lush pink lips. His face was dam sexy in a ruggedly handsome classical way. He was 22 years old although depending on the angle you viewed his face he could look a year or two older. There wasn’t much definition to his body but he was big and strong. There was definition to his deltoids and bulging biceps but the rest of his body was beefy but not that defined. His subtly sculpted chest and flat firm stomach were covered with a sparse mat of short black hairs. He had pointy brown nipples that I looked forward to tweaking when he fucked me. All that I had viewed when I entered the room but now I was admiring what had been hidden from me under the card table. Chris had a monster cock that made my mouth water and arse itch. It was aerosol can thick and a good 9.5 inches long. It was so fat there was no way I could suck any more than the prominent ridged bulbous knob. Chris was bi-sexual, which was fitting as reserving such a big thick cock to one gender alone would be a waste. The eye wateringly thick shaft of Chris’ 9.5 inch cock was as golden tanned as the rest of him. He was circumcised with a large but neat scar below the prominent ridge of his bulbous knob that glistened with clear pre-cum. Behind he had big balls in a tight sack dusted with jet black pubes. His legs were thick, meaty and covered with black hairs. Chris was so sexy I couldn’t wait to bareback bitch for him but that would have to wait as I need to sexually slat him with my cock hungry mouth first. After admiring the sexiness of Chris’ lower half I set about sucking him off. Taking his big fat cock in my left hand I aimed it at my mouth. It was so thick I would only be able to suck the bulbous knob but first I set about licking it clean of salty sweet pre-cum. As my talented tongue lapped away at Chris’ bulbous knob his fat cock throbbed in my left hand from the pleasure I was lavishing on his manhood. John, my rugby coach, had been a complete bastard by ramming a vibrating butt plug up my arse especially when confronted with a cock as big and thick as Chris’ was. It was a real arse buster and I couldn’t wait to be brutally buggered by it but I had four more guys to suck off first, Chris included. Once I had licked Chris’ bulbous knob clean of tasty pre-cum I set about licking his fat throbbing cock like a favourite lollipop. My tongue savoured the heat, throbbing pulse and meaty girth of Chris’ fat 9.5 inch cock. It had been pleasuring pussy since he was 11 years old when a 15 year old French girl stayed with his family. His 15 year old sister was on a foreign student exchange program and when the precocious and promiscuous French girl saw the impressive lump of Chris’ limp but fat cock in his tight Speedos she had to have him and what 11 year old boy is going to pass that up. Chris buggered his first boy when he was 13 when a camp out and proud 16 year old schoolboy cruised him. Despite his early start his arse remained virgin until he was 19. Now at 22 years old he was 70% straight to 30% gay with the same ratio as top and bottom when it came to anal sex. Anyway that is irrelevant as I had the task of making Parker cum in my mouth. Once I had licked the fat throbbing shaft of Chris’ 9.5 inch cock clean of pre-cum and crotch sweat I started sucking his big bulbous knob. With each lash of my tongue I was rewarded with a pearl of pre-cum which set us off in a vicious circle. The more I licked Chris’ knob the more pre-cum he leaked which made me lick him faster and harder. His groin stank erotically of musky manly crotch sweat which turned me on. There was the kinky thrill I was sucking him off as he innocently went about his business of playing poker with his mates. On top of that was the slutty submissive thrill that whilst I looked like a sweet innocent schoolboy I was an accomplished cock whore and sexually servicing ten sex men in a row with my mouth. My left hand savoured the fat throbbing meaty girth of Chris’ 9.5 inch cock as I wanked it. My taste buds buzzed from the delicious flavour of Chris’ free flowing pre-cum. The palm of my right hand tingled from the wiry tickle of the hairs of Chris’ left thigh and big cum laden balls. For a good long while I stimulated Chris’ big thick cock with my wanking left hand, experienced mouth and talented tongue. It was strange as Chris was getting the sexual stimulation but I was deriving as much if not more pleasure from doing so. Nature has blessed me with a big thick cock and highly productive balls but that has been countered by the insatiable cock hunger of my mouth and slutty young arse. If I could only fuck or be fucked, being the bitch would win each time. Even if I ignored the purring butt plug up my arse there was so much other stimuli to savour. After a blissful age I made Chris cum. As his cock was so fat I could only suck the bulbous knob which meant that when Chris orgasmed my mouth got the full force of it. “Fucking shit, shit.” Chris groaned as his orgasm hit. Chris’ body shuddered as if he was being electrocuted as his intense and copious orgasm hit. His big thick cock throbbed in my wanking left hand and his bulbous knob pulsed in my strongly sucking mouth as it powerfully blasted out jet after jet of hot thick creamy cum to paint my talented tickling tongue. Chris let loose twelve large ropes of thick salty spunk that flooded my mouth and pooled on my tongue. As Chris groaned with sexual ecstasy and release I muffled purrs of contentment as I savoured the delicious flavour of my seventh load of cum in a row. When Chris’ orgasm ended I pulled my cum laden mouth off his cock and swilled and savoured his tasty spunk before greedily swallowing it. With no rest for the wicked I turned the attention Escort Eskişehir of my mouth to the eighth manly cock of the day. That cock belonged to Danny who was 21 years old. He looked like a street mean gangster but with a cute sexiness about him. Danny had buzz cut short black hair, a bit of black facial stubble and a goatee beard. His oval light brown face looked a bit mean but also sexy. His dark brown eyes were captivating, he had a short broad nose and really lush thick pink lips. Danny had a tall slim lean body. His slender light brown arms were marred by pointless tattoos. Some were text and others were flames or burning crosses in an amateur style. His chest and stomach were as flat as a board and naturally hairless. His broad bush of black pubes were naturally short and tightly curled. From those pubes dangled a really thick heavily veined 11″ light brown circumcised cock. Just looking at it made my mouth water and arse throb. He had big balls in a tight light brown sack dusted with black pubes. His legs were long, sinewy and dusted with black hairs. Danny was a street mean but sexy light brown skinned working class guy which was the perfect foil for my white posh pussy boy nature. After admiring Danny’s big thick light brown cock I set about sucking it off. After taking his prominent ridged bulbous knob into my mouth I started strongly sucking it. As I did so my tongue circled around its prominent crown. Danny rewarded me with tasty pre-cum and purrs of pleasure as my hot wet mouth strongly sucked his swollen sensitive knob. His groin stank erotically of musky manly crotch sweat. There was the kinky thrill I was only 16 years old but sexually servicing a light brown skinned 21 year old chav lad with my young but experienced mouth. With just his bulbous knob in my mouth I strongly sucked it and lashed it with my tongue. Then when it plugged my throat when I deep throated the top two thirds of Danny’s 11 inch cock I squeezed the muscles back there on it. My lush red tightly clamped lips wanked the long thick veiny shaft of Danny’s big cock. Because Danny’s cock was so big I could only deep throat the top two thirds so I used my left hand to wank the base of Danny’s big cock. “Fuck your boy is good.” Danny purred to John. “Yeah, he’s a right whore.” John added Their comments made me swell with pride at knowing I was giving a good blow job. For a blissful age I greedily gobbled Danny’s big brown cock. It felt so right in my mouth; its heat, throbbing pulse, impressive length and meaty girth. His salty pre-cum was delicious and his crotch sweat was erotic. Then Danny’s lean body started tensing up as I sucked him closer and closer to orgasm. Danny’s big thick cock swelled and then throbbed in my mouth as it began powerfully ejaculating. Danny pumped jet after jet of hot really thick spunk into my greedily sucking mouth. His salty spunk fired off my taste buds as I let it pool on my tongue. Danny squirted ten large ropes of cum into my mouth and he grunted in sexual ecstasy with each one whilst I muffled purrs of contentment. When Danny’s intense and copious orgasm ended I pulled my cum laden mouth of his spent cock and swilled and savoured his delicious spunk before greedily swallowing it. Once I had swallowed Danny’s delicious cum I turned my talented mouth to my ninth cock of the day and an impressive one at that. Eli was a 35 year old black guy with a well-toned body. Eli had buzz cut short black hair and a facial stubble beard and moustache. His oval dark brown face was sexy in a rugged manly way. He had dreamy brown eyes that had lustfully eyed me up when I stripped naked. He had a short broad nose above thick pink tinged brown lips. Eli had a gym fit body that was nicely toned rather than muscular. There was good definition to his deltoids, biceps and forearm. His dark brown chest was nicely chiselled and like his washboard abs were dusted with naturally short curly black hairs. Now that I was under the table I was able to admire his massive cock. It was arse bustingly thick and 11 inches long. The long dark brown shaft was heavily veined and circumcised. His prominent ridged bulbous dark brown knob had a slight pink tinge and glistened with clear pre-cum. Just looking at Eli’s big brown cock made my arse itch with hunger and I couldn’t wait to be buggered by it. After admiring Eli big black cock I set about sucking it off. His groin had a musky manly spicy aroma which I greedily drank in. My talented tongue swirled all around the prominent ridge of Eli’s bulbous knob and lapped up his delicious pre-cum. Then I sucked his knob into my mouth and began greedily sucking it as I lashed it with my tongue. Eli rewarded me with purrs of pleasure and lots of tasty pre-cum. On top of the pleasure of sucking Eli’s big brown cock there was the kinky thrill it was a cross generational interracial blow job with him being 19 years older than me. After giving his swollen sensitive knob a good sucking I started deep throating as much of his thick 11 inch cock as I could. My tightly clamped lush red lips savoured rubbing up and down the thick throbbing veiny shaft of Eli’s big brown cock. His spicy salty free flowing pre-cum coated my tongue and fired off my taste buds. “You have a fine cock sucking bitch.” Eli purred to John. The fact my rugby coach was pimping me out to his mates turned me on as did the fact they were appreciating the blow jobs I was giving them. How much John had charged his mates to have sex with a 16 year old schoolboy I didn’t know or care as my payment was the pleasure of bitching for ten sexy men and being a cum dump pig at both ends. For a good long while I greedily gobbled on Eli’s big brown cock. Some guys might think getting a blow is the best but I’d much rather be the one doing the sucking. Not that I would turn down a blow job, but if it had to be one or the other give me a hot hard cock cumming in my mouth any day. My tightly clamped lush red lips were corkscrewing up and down the thick throbbing shaft of Eli’s veiny 11 inch cock as my talented tongue tickled it. My mouth was sucking away like a Hoover on overdrive. My nose drank in the spicy musky manly stink of his crotch sweat. My taste buds buzzed from the delicious flavour of his free flowing pre-cum. As Eli’s cock was so big I could only suck the top two thirds so I wanked the base with my left hand. Eli’s purrs of pleasure were music to my ears and let me know I was doing a good job of sexually servicing him and that he was enjoying it as much as I was. He had a sexually experienced but underage schoolboy sucking him off even though I would have been legal for straight sex. Luckily the law has since been equalised with the age of consent for gays and straights being 16 years old. Eli had my strongly sucking hot wet mouth rapidly bouncing up and down his big thick throbbing cock as my tongue tickled it. On top of the physical pleasure of me sucking Eli off he had the kinky thrill he was using a white bitch boy for his sexual pleasure. That pleasure eventually got to Eli and he orgasmed. “Drink my cum fag boy.” Eli groaned just before his orgasm hit. His big black cock then began powerfully blasting out jet after jet of hot thick salty sweet spunk that fired off my taste buds. Eli loudly groaned with sexual ecstasy and release as he powerfully spunked up in my strongly sucking mouth. His cum was so delicious and I let it pool in my mouth until his copious orgasm ended. When that happened I pulled my cum laden mouth off Eli’ big black cock and swilled and savoured his delicious spunk before swallowing it. Then it was time to sexually service the guy I had to thank for my current bitch boy position. The porn star John Magnum reminds me so such of my rugby coach that they could have been twins if it wasn’t for the time difference. They both had wavy dark blond hair with a high but nor receding hairline. Their bluish grey eyes captivated you and dragged you in. Their perfectly proportioned faces were stunningly sexy and would stand out in a room full of male models. My John’s face had a rugged handsomeness to it due to his trimmed facial stubble. It was a face of well breeding with a classical nose and lush pink lips. Not only was his face sexy but he had a buff well-built body to match. He was a rugger bugger that was muscular rather than just being big and bulky. My position was at fly half where accuracy with the boot and turn of speed is more important so I was lean and toned rather than a muscle mountain. John’s position was as a number 8 where muscle mass and speed come into play hence his buff body. He had well defined deltoids, big bulging biceps, trimmed triceps and toned forearms dusted with blondish brown hairs. John’s chest was two perfect mounds of muscles under a luxuriant mat of blondish brown wiry hairs that also covered his washboard abs. He had muscular tree trunk legs covered with hairs that were perfect for licking and caressing. Then there was his big beautiful cock that was of arse busting thickness and 9″ inches long. Unusually for a Brit John was circumcised but at least the butcher had done a good job with a small neat scar beneath the prominent ridge of his bulbous knob. The pale shaft was nicely veined and made your mouth water and arse itch. In the couple of months we had been enjoying sex together I had happily screamed being skewered on the end of John’s big thick cock. After admiring John’s big thick manly cock yet again I set about sucking it off as I had done so many times since we had started shagging. The rest of my teenage team mates were blissfully unaware that I was sexually satisfying our rugby coach but I was so glad I was doing so. John was pure Alpha male sex on legs and I felt so privileged to not only being his bitch boy but his prostitute for him to pimp out to his mates as well. There was no exploitation as I was more than the willing to be John’s bitch boy bottom. Trust me John was so sexy I’d have sold my Granny to have sex with him. He had a gym buff rugger bugger body, stunningly handsome face and thick meaty 9″ cock which I wrapped my lush red lips around and began greedily sucking its pre-cum slicked prominent ridged knob. John purred with pleasure and leaked tasty pre-cum as I greedily sucked his swollen sensitive knob. Then I started sucking the top half of John’s fat 9″ cock as I wanked the throbbing base. When I pulled back I strongly sucked his swollen sensitive knob and tickled it with my talented tongue. John had great staying power so I spent a blissful age sucking his really thick, hot hard throbbing 9 inch cock. His free flowing pre-cum fired off my taste buds and my nose drank in the erotic sweaty stink of his groin. His cock felt so right in my mouth and I greedily sucked it. My right hand fondled John’s big heavy cum laden balls. “Get ready Son.” John moaned as his buff body started tensing. “Yeah cum in my mouth Daddy.” I lustfully begged as I briefly stopped sucking his cock. In a flash after my utterance my hot wet mouth was back to sucking John’s bulbous knob as my left hand wanked the fat throbbing base of his 9 inch cock. “Here it cum your dirty little fag slut.” John then groaned. John’s prominent ridged bulbous knob then swelled even more as it powerfully blasted out the first large rope of thick deliciously salty spunk. It raced across my tongue and almost took the back of my head of it was that powerful. John’s bulbous knob then pulsed as it powerfully blasted out jet after jet of thick tasty man spunk. To fuel his orgasm and milk him dry I strongly sucked his throbbing knob but making sure I didn’t swallow any of his spunk. My talented tongue also tickled the sensitive underside of John’s his orgasming knob. He powerfully blasted twelve large ropes of hot thick salty man spunk into my mouth which fired off my taste buds. My nose drank in the heady erotic aroma of John’s pungent musky manly crotch sweat as he flooded my mouth with his delicious spunk. When John’s intense and copious orgasm ended I pulled my cum laden mouth off his big thick cock. Sitting on my haunches I swilled and savoured John’s thick salty man spunk before I swallowed it. Getting out from under the card table I felt such a dirty little slut after having sucked off ten sexy men. My stomach had ten loads of man spunk in it and now it was time for my slutty schoolboy arse to be seeded. John pulled the purring butt plug out of my arse. “Well done Son.” John said as he switched off the vibrating butt plug and pushed it in my mouth as if it was a baby’s dummy. It had the earth taste of my arse juice and I sucked it clean. “Shit John you have one dirty boy.” Eli said as he watched me sucking on the butt plug that had just been up my arse. “He was a dirty little perv before I got my hands on him so don’t blame me.” John Joked as he removed the gardening knee pads from my legs. “Are you ready to get gang banged Son?” John asked knowing full well my answer. “Oh yes Daddy I want your friends to rape my pussy boy arse.” I lustfully replied. What happened then will have to wait until the next instalment. 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