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O gün Fatma evine gittikten sonra, banyo yaptım ve çalışma odama geçtim. Bilgisayarımı açıp MSN’e girince, Fatmanın kızı Esra’nın MSN adresi bilgisayarımda kayıtlıydı. Ne olur ne olmaz diye, adresini kendi MSN’ime ekledim. Bu arada oğlumdan mesaj geldi, onunla MSN’de görüştüm. Sonra dışarı çıkıp arabamla biraz dolaştım ve eve gelip yattım.

Sabah saat 09:00 gibi kapı çaldı. Açtığımda karşımda Fatma vardı. “Buyur Fatma hanım!” dedim. İçeri geçti, “Sana kendi ellerimle bir kahvaltı hazırlamaya geldim. Haa bu arada, ev işlerini de ben yapıyorum, demi artık?” dedi. Ben de, “Tabii ki sen yapacaksın tatlım, senden başka bir kadın giremez artık bu eve!” dedim. Fatma güldü ve mutfağa geçerek kahvaltıyı hazırlamaya başladı. Ben de yatak odasındaki kirlileri banyoya attım. Fatmanın, “Kalvaltı hazır Kemal bey!” sesiyle mutfağa gittim. Gerçekten mükemmel bir sofra hazırlamıştı. “Her konuda marifetlisin Fatma, teşekkür ederim!” dedim. Fatma da, “Sende o yarak oldukça, daha ben sana neler neler hazırlarım!” dedi. Birlikte kahvaltı yaptık. Sonra ben alışveriş için dışarı çıktım…

Saat 15:00 gibi döndüğümde Fatma beni kapıda karşıldadı. Üzerinde eşimin seksi kıyafetlerinden biri vardı. Fatma banyo yapmış, saçları halen ıslak, mükemmel bir makyajla karşımda duruyordu. Dudaklarına bir öpücük kondurup, elimdeki poşetlerle mutfağa gittim. Giderken evin diğer bölümlerine de göz atıyordum. Ev gerçekten pırıl pırıl olmuş, mis gibi kokuyordu. “Fatma çok teşekkür ediyorum, harikalar yaratmışsın!” dedim. Bu defa dudaklarından uzunca öptüm. Birlikte aldıklarımı yerleştirdik. Bu arada Fatma ve kızı için de birşeyler almıştım. “Ya Kemal bey niye zahmet ettin, ne gerek vardı şimdi bunlara?” dedi. Ben de, “Zahmette neymiş Fatma, sen bu kadar şey yapıyorsun. Öyle düşünürsen üzülürüm!” diyince, Fatma geldi dudaklarıma yapıştı, bir yandanda yarağımı sıkmaya başladı…

Hemen oracıkta bunu tezgaha dayadım, kalçalarını zor örten elbisesini beline kadar sıyırdım. Altında külot yoktu. Diz çöküp, başladım amıyla götünü birlikte yalamaya. Fatma inlemeye başladı, “Kemal bu sefer eşini nasıl siktiysen öyle sik beni aşkım, erkeğim!” diyerek inliyordu. Fatma boşalıncaya kadar amını götünü yaladım. Sonra da onu diz çöktürüp yarağımı çıkarıp ağzına verdim. Hayatımda Fatma gibi yarak yalayan birini görmedim desem yalan olmaz. Bir eliyle sıvazlıyor, “Oohhhh harika sikin var kemal!” diyerek somuruyordu. Yarağımı ağzından çektim, domalttım Fatmayı önümde. Arkadan amına geçirdiğim anda çığlığı bastı, “Ayyy yırttın amımı Kemal, yavaş!” diye. Biraz bekledim amı yarağıma alışınca gidip gelmeye başladım. Belinden sıkıca kavrayıp, sokup çıkardıkça kıvranıyordu Fatma, “Sok Kemalim sokkkk, sik beni, ohhhhh!” diyerek sürekli orgazm oluyordu…

“Fatmam, kadınım, senin şu güzel götünü de sikecem!” diyordum, bir yandan yarağımı amına sokup çıkartırken, parmaklarımla da göt deliğini okşuyordum. Fatmaya, “Ellerini arkaya uzat, kalçalarından tut ve iki yana ayır!” dedim. Dediğimi yaptı. Yarağımı amından çıkardığım anda amından ‘Fooşşş!’ diye ses geldi. Hemen diz çöküp dilimi göt deliğine soktum. Dilimle iyice gevşettim deliğini, sonra sikimin başını tutup sıkarak göt deliğine yerleştirdim. Yarağımın başı ‘Şlopp!’ diye girince Fatma kaçmak istedi. Ona, “Dur aşkım, acı buraya kadardı, bundan sonrası zevk deryası olacak! Kendini rahat bırak, sıkma!” dedim. Öylece bekledik biraz. Elimi amına atıp okşadım, “Derin nefes al aşkım!” dedim. O nefes alınca ben kökledim. Çırpınmaya başladı. Buna, “Aşkım, Fatmam, Kadınım, işte şu anda seni eşimi siktiğim gibi sikiyorum!” dedim. Fatma da, “Ne olursun biraz bekle, dayanamıyorum!” dedi…

Öylece bekledim. Kalçalarını okşadım. Göğüslerini avuçladım, sıktım. Boynunu çevirip dudaklarına yumuldum. Bu arada Fatmanın göt alıştı, kendisi kalçalarını oynatmaya başladı. Ben de kalçalarımı ileri geri yapınca yarağım Fatmanın göte ritmik şekilde girip çıkmaya başladı. Fatma kısık bir sesle, “Iııhhhhh, Ooohhhh!” diyor, bir yandan da, “Hem çok acıyor, hemde çok zevkli Kemalim!” diye inliyordu önümde. Bende o rahatlıkla yarağımı sonuna kadar çekiyor, sonrada hızla köklüyordum Fatmanın daracık götüne. Sonra Fatmanın belinden tutup, mutfak halısının üstüne sırt üstü uzandım, yarağım hala götündeyken. Artık Fatma götünü kendi siktirmeye başladı. Kalkıp kalkıp oturdu sikime. Fatma çılgına dönmüştü, götünden sikilirken amından boşalıyordu. O anda ben de Fatmanın daracık göt deliğine bütün döllerimi doldurdum. Sikim götünde yumşayıncaya kadar bekledik. Fatma sikimden götünü çekince osura osura tüm döllerimi üzerime akıttı…

Bu arada saat akşam 18:00 olmuştu. Fatma duş alıp hemen evine gitti, çünkü kızı Esra çoktan okuldan gelmişti. Ben de kuveti doldurup içine uzandım. Tüm yorgunluğumu almıştı ılık su. Duş alıp kurulandım. Kendime birşeyler hazırlayıp, yemeğimi yedim. Ve çalışma odama geçtim. Saat 21:00 gibi MSN’i açınca, Esranın da MSN’de olduğunu gördüm. Ben buna, “Naber tatlı kız?” diye yazınca, “Nerden biliyorsun tatlı olduğumu?” dedi. Doğrusu şaşırmıştım, kız karşısındakinin kim olduğunu bile sormuyordu. Madem o sormadı, ben de kim olduğumu söylemedim ve “Bütün kızlar tatlıdır!” dedim. “Kameran var mı?” diye sordu. “Var!” deyince, “Bana şeyini gösterirmisin?” dedi. Bu duyduğum laf karşısında ben şok olmuştum. Yine de doğru anlayıp anlamadığımı öğrenmek için sordum, “Neyimi gösterirmiyim?” dedim. “Şeyini işte… Önündekini!” deyince içim bir tuhaf oldu ve kıza ne cevap yazacağımı bilemedim. Karmaşık duygular içerisindeydim, kafam allak bullak olmuştu…

Ben cevap yazmayınca, “Hadi aç, yüzünü göstermene gerek yok, sadece şeyini görmek istiyorum!” dedi. İşte o anda şeytan dürttü beni, kız zaten kim olduğumu bilmiyordu, kamera açsam bile yüzümü de göstermeyecektim. Buna sordum, “Peki, senin kameran varmı?” dedim. “Var, ama şimdi yanımda annem var, o uyumadan açamam!” dedi. “Tamam ozaman annen uyuyunca görüşelim!” dedim. “Yaa lütfen, ben çok merak ediyorum erkeklerinkini, şimdi gösterirmisin!” dedi. Elime düşmüştü artık, “Karşılıklı olmazsa yapmam!” dedim. “Tamam ama, ben şimdi soyunamam, annem var!” dedi ve bu arada kamerayı açtı, yüzü gözükmüyordu. Ben de kamerayı yüzüm gözükmeyecek şekilde ayarladım ve açtım. Biraz sohbetten sonra, “Hadi lütfen çıkart onu!” dedi. Ben bunu iyice azdırmak için, “Neyi?” dedim. “Önündekini!” dedi. “Onun adını bilmiyormusun?” dedim. “Yaa lütfen ama, yarak işte, hadi göster!” deyince pijamamı donumla birlikte indirdim…

“Waooouww! Ne kadar büyükmüş o öyle!” dedi. “Sen daha önce böylesini görmedin mi?” dedim. “Her gün kameradan gösteriyorlar, ama seninki kadarını hiç görmedim!” dedi. Ben de puştluğuna, “Annene sor, o görmüştür böylesini!” dedim. “Görmüşmüdür bilmiyorum, ama annem şimdilerde çok mutlu, sık sık yeni ev sahibimize gidiyor, sanırım sikişiyorlar!” dedi. “İnsan hiç annesi hakkında öyle konuşur mu?” dedim. “Ben annemi bilirim, sikişmeden duramaz o! Hem adam bekar, annem de dul, ikisi bir arada olunca sikişmeyip te başka ne yapacaklar ki?” dedi. Ben kendime gelmek ve duduklarımı hazmetmek için, “Neyse sonra görüşürüz, iyi akşamlar, hoşcakal!” dedim. “Tamam görüşürüz, annem yatınca ben yeniden açarım, ozaman karşında çırılçıplak olurum!” dedi, kapattı. Ben de kapattım.

Esra da enaz annesi kadar azgın. Yaşı bana göre biraz küçük olsa da, yine de tam sikilecek kıvamda. Olaylar nasıl gelişecek göreceğiz bakalım…

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Ben onu sikerken eline yada göbeğine attırdığı dölünün tadı nasıldı acaba, çünkü kendi dölümün tadına bakmıştım ve bana acı gelmişti; ama porno filmlerde hepsini afiyetle yalayıp yutuyorlardı. Bir akşam patron beni arkadaşına ait olan boş bir eve davet etti. Tüm odaları boş olan evin oturma odasının ortasında ince bir örtü ve bir miktar selpak vardı sadece. Pek rahat bir ortam olmadığından hemen işe başladık. Ben hemen onun meme uçlarını yalamaya başladım, bu onu çok azdırırdı ve meme uçları bir kadın memesi gibi irileşip sertleşirdi, hemen önümde domaldı ve ben de hiç beklemeden yarağımı götüne soktum ve onu sikmeye başladım. Bu arada içimden bir his sürekli sikini tutmaya itiyordu beni; kalçasındaki ellerimi yavaş yavaş kasığına doğru ilerletmeye başladım, o da bunu farketmiş olacak ki elimi kaptığı gibi sikinin üstüne bastırdı. Sikini biraz ovup okşamamı istedi ve ben de gereksiz yere naz yapmamayı düşündüm. ilk kez başkasının sikini elimde tutuyordum; yumuşak ve aynı zamanda da sert ve sıcacıktı. Biraz ovduktan sonra elimi yine çektim. Ardından yerdeki örtüye uzandım ve o da sikimin üstüne oturdu, bu sefer de onu alttan sikmeye başlamıştım ki birden boşalacağını söyleyip heyecanlı bir şekilde selpakları aramaya başladı. Bu fırsat kaçmazdı; Göbeğimin üstüne boşalabileceğini ve nasıl olsa sonra silebileceğimizi söyleyince biraz da şaşırarak boşalmaya başladı. Göbeğime boşalıyor olması zevkini arttırmış olmalı ki; dölü sıcak sıcak göbeğimin üstüne hatta göğsüme kadar fışkırmaya başlamıştı. Her zaman olduğu gibi patron kalktı ve bağrsağında oluşan basıncı atmak ve temizlenmek için banyoya geçti. 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Sırtımı okşamaya başlamıştı ve yarağına olan ilgimi farketmiş olacak ki elimi aldı ve yarısert sikinin üstüne koydu, yarağını ellememle birşey olmayacağını çekinmemem gerektiğini söyledi. Sikini elimde tutyordum, kaldırıyordum, yere basıyordum, 31 çeker gibi ileri geri hareket ettiriyordum, okşuyordum ve köküne bastırarak dimdik durmasını sağlıyordum. Yani onunla resmen oynuyorum. Bu arada patron eliyle götümü okşuyor ve göt deliğimi es geçerek elini taşaklarıma doğru götürüyordu, sonra yeniden kalkmış olan sikimi kavrayıverdi ve biraz onunla oynadı. Aslında yarağımı tutması bahaneydi; o aslında benim yarağı ile oynamaktan zevk alıp almadığımı kontrol ediyordu ve bunun sonucunda sol elini başımın arkasında hissettim, hafifçe başımı yarağına doğru bastırmaya başlamıştı ve benimde artık karşı koymaya pek niyetim yoktu çünkü oynaşmalarım beni iyice azdırmıştı. Elimle bu arada iyice sertleşmış olan sikini karnından ayırdım ve ağzıma aldım. Ağzımdaki sıcak, yumuşak sert duyguyu anlatamam. İzlediğim porno filmlerden, neler yapmam gerektiğini çok iyi biliyordum ama ben yinede biraz acemi gibi davranmayı tercih ettim. Sikini emiyordum, iyice ağzıma sokup çıkarıyor, yalıyor öpüyordum- çok hoşuma gitmişti, bir süre ona ağzımla otuzbir çekmeyi bile denedim, belki ağzıma boşalır diye ama bunu yaparken ağzım yoruldu. Bu arada onun da eli artık benim şirin deliğime sondaj yapıyordu, ama eli çok kuruydu ve rahatsız ediciydi. Arkamdaki rahatsız edici müdahaleye rağmen, orayı düşünmeyip, bu zevkin tadını çıkarmaya çalışıyordum. Sonunda ikimiz de yorulduk ve geceyi orgazmsız, oral bir sevişmeyle bitirdik. O geceden sonra her otuzbir çekişimde onun dölünün tadını, yarağının şeklini ve ağzıma alışımı hayal ediyor ve böylece boşalıyordum. Bundan sonraki her buluşmamızda birbirimizi karşılıklı olarak yaladık ve emdik, ardından ben onu siktim ve artık nerdeyse her seferinde buluşmamız, onun karnıma boşalmasıyla son buldu. Ardından 1-2 sene kadar hiç görüşemedik, bu arada kendisi başkalarıyla birlikte olmuş olabilir ama ben sade hatunlarla birlikte oldum ve erkek olarak sadece onu hayal ettim. Bir gün yine hal ve hatırını sormak için aradım onu, ve o da beni yakınımdaki bir eve görüşmeye davet etti. Oraya ulaştığımda, evin ihtiyar anne-babasına ait olduğunu öğrendim. Daha sonra o evin merdiven boşluğunda bile sikiştiğimiz oldu, ayak üstü hemen pantolonunu önümde indirivermişti ve ben de onu ikmiz merdivenlere boşalıncaya kadar sikmiştim. Neyse eve geldim ve oturup, biraz sohbet ettik ve kısa bir süre sonra ihtiyarlar yatmaya gitti. Patron masanın altından benim sikimi ellemeye başlamıştı bile ve benimki de tabiki hasretle hemen kalkmıştı. Onun odasına girdik, oda küçük ve loştu ve bir yatak bulunmasına rağmen soyunduktan sonra yerde bulunan bir örtünün üstüne yattı. Ben de soyundum ve önünde diz çöktüm- ardından hemen özlemiş olduğum yarağını ağzıma alıp, emmeye başladım. Sikini yalıyor, öpüyor ve ağzımla okşuyordum. Bu arada kıllarının yeni kesilmiş olduğunu farkettim, ve birden ,içimden geldi; hep istediği gibi taşaklarını da emmeye başladım. İşte o an patron azgınlığın doruklarına ulaşmış olmalı ki, elleriyle başımı aldı ve tekrar yarağına doğru götürdü. Kalkmış olan siki ağzıma girdiğinde başımı yukarı aşağı hareketlerle yönlendirmeye başladı- resmen ağzımı sikiyordu. Aniden ağzımda bir sıcaklık hissettim; bu tad bir yerden tanıdık geliyordu: patron ağzıma boşalmıştı ve dölünün tadı o kadar hoşuma gitmişti ki, ağzımı hiç aralamadan hareketlerime devam ettim ve attırdıklarının tümünü, bir zerresini bile heba etmeden yuttum. Patron şaşırmıştı; hayatının en güzel orgazmını yaşamış ve üstelik temizlemesine gerek kalmamıştı. O kadar hoşuna gitmiş olmalı ki, ilk defa ve son defa dudaklarıma bir öpücük kondurup teşekkür etti. Ardından yatağa doğru yöneldik, sohbet esnasında karısından ayrıldığını ve bir süre ihtiyarlarla birlikte oturacağını öğrendim ve sohbet sırasında sürekli benden ısrarla götümün deliğini yalamasına izin vermemi istiyordu. Kötü kokabilir ve kendisini iğrendirir diye yarattığım tüm bahanelerimi reddetti. Sonunda artık göt deliğimin olduğu bölgede kıllarımın olduğunu ve iğrenebileceğini söyledim ama bunun da bir çaresi olduğunu söyleyerek odadan çıktı; az bir süre sonra elinde bir traş bıçağı ile geri döndü. Yapacak bir şey yoktu ve ben de yatağın üzerinde, götümün tüm güzelliğini ortaya çıkaracak şekilde domaldım ve bu arada farkettim ki; aslında bu pozisyonda durmak çok hoşuma gidiyor. Traşa başlamadan önce götümün iki tarafını da büyük bir hırsla okşamaya başladı ve bir kaç kez, götümü çok beğendiğini ve oraya yarağını sokmayı çok istediğini tekrarladı: Ben bunun asla olamayacağını söylesemde pozisyonumu hiç bozmadım. O da yavaşça göt deliğimi çevreleyen kıllarımı kesmeye başladı. Bir süre sonra dilini tam göt deliğimin üstünde hissetmeye başladım ki bu hoşuma da gitmeye başlamıştı, kısa bir süre sonra parmağını da deliğimin çevresinde hissettim. Güzelce tükürklediği için ara sıra rahatça parmağını içeri sokuyordu, daha sonra bu iki ve hatta üç parmak bile oldu. Bu arada sürekli oraya yarağını sokabilmenin ne kadar güzel olabileceğini tekrarlayıp duruyordu, ben de pozisyonumu değiştirmeyerek ona aslında isteksiz olmadığımı göstermeye çalışıyordum, ama bir süre sonra hareketler çok sert bir hal almaya başladı ve parmaklarının kurumaya başlaması da rahatsız edici olmaya başlayınca, geceyi bitirip evime döndüm. Sex Filmleri Artık herşeyi denemiştim, yalamış, yutmuş ve hatta götümü parmaklatmıştım hatta artık ağzıma boşalmasına izin veriyordum, bazen hepsini yutuyor bazende ağzımda tuttuktan sonra lavaboya tükürüyordum. Tek soru, yarağını götümde hissetmenin nasıl bir his olacağıydı. Bunu bir şekilde ayarlamam gerekiyordu. Bir gün yine onun evindeydik, ben kadın gibi yanlamasına onun kucağına oturmuş, memelerini emiyordum ve bu arada kalkmış yarağının başını kalçamda hissediyordum kalp atışlarıyla yarağı ileri geri sallanarak kalçama sürtüyordu. Birşeyler yapmalıydım; Bir bira istedim ve patronda kalktı, mutfağın yolunu tuttu. Ben de hemen kalktım ve bir dergi aldım, dergiyi halının üzerinde açtım ve dizlerimle dirseklerimin üstünde duracak şekilde derginin önünde domaldım ve dergiyi okuyormuş gibi yapmaya başladım. Onun mutfaktan gelişini hissettim, manzarayı görünce hiç birşey söylemeden arkamda diz çökmüş olmalı. İlk önce bir parmağını hissettim götümün içinde, sonra ikincisi de geldi- tüm bunlar olurken hiç arkama bakmadım ve götümü daha da ona doğru bastırdım. O da mesajı almış olmalı ki arkamda yerini almaya başladığını anladım, birkaç defa sikini götüme sokmaya çalıştı ama bir türlü olmuyordu, bu denemeleri esnasında ona karşı koymayışımdan benim de kendimi ona siktirmeye niyetli ve istekli olduğumu anlamıştır tabi. Kalktık ve koridora doğru ilerledik, orada aynanın önünde durdum ve aynaya baktım, patronu arkama yapışmış bir vaziyette görmeyi istiyordum. Patron tekrar denemeye başladı ve bende hafif öne doğru eğildim, ona kolaylık sağlamak için. Birden orta parmağını götüme sokuverdi ve beni bu şekilde havaya kaldırdı, havada orta parmağının üstünde oturuyordum; korkmaya başladım, ya eli hepten götüme girerse diye. Baktıkki olacak gibi değil ve geceyi normal bir sikişle bitirdik. Ama artık içimde gizli olan, patron tarafından sikilme arzusu iyice depreşmişti. Bir akşam beni yine Ailesinin evine davet etti, herkes uyumuştu ve ben gizlice odasına süzülmek durumunda kalmıştım. Odasında yatağın üstüne yattık ve oyunlarımıza başladık; ben yine ağzımla onun yarağını direk şekline sokuverdim. Yarağı taş gibi sertleşmişti ve herzamanki gibi yine üstüne oturmak isteyip istemediğimi sordu. Ona, içimdeki merakın beni bunu denemeye zorladığını ama daha önceki denemelerde bana sert davranmasından dolayı korkumu hala yenemediğimi anlattım. Bunun üzerine sadece yatacağına ve bana dokunmayacağına söz verdi. Ben yavaşça yarağının üzerine oturacaktım ve bir acı hissetiğim anda hemen kalkabilme şansım olacaktı. Bu öneriyi kabul ettim, patron uzandı ve ben patronun üzerine çıktım, önce sikini ve deliğimi güzelce ve bolca kremledim. Sonra diz çöktüm ve yarağının başını götümün deliğine denk getirdim ve kendimi yavaşça aşağı doğru salmaya başladım. Heyecandan ve zevkten dizlerim ve tüm vücudum titriyordu. Deliğim azıcık açıldı ama ben kendimi çok kasmıştım ve bu yüzden götüm sızlıyordu. Ağrılara rağmen götümü gevşeterek kendimi yavaşça salmaya devam ettim ve yarağı artık içime girmeye başlamıştı. Sıcak ve hoş bir yumuşaklık hissediyordum, o an o şekilde uyumak isterdim. Ama patronun canı sıkılmış olacakki yine yapacağını yaptı: birden kalktı ve kolunu koltuk altımdan geçirerek omuzumu tuttu ve beni sert bir hareketle daha aşağı çekti. Siki, yarağı götümün derinliklerine kadar girmişti ve ben aşırı bir ağrı hissetmeye başlamıştım, sanki siki içimde biryere dayanmıştı ve orayı zorluyordu. Hemen kollarından kurtuldum ve kendisini bunu bir daha yapmaması konusunda uyardım. Bu gece de benim için hüsranla bitmişti. Ama artık kafaya koymuştum; kendimi ona siktirecektim. Hangi pozisyonda olacağı önemli değildi, o bir karıyı sikiyormuş gibi beni sikecekti ve ben de yarağının hareketlerini içimde hissedecektim. Bu arada görüşmediğimiz zamanlarda, su geçirmeyen yarağa benzeyen bir sigara kutusunun içine bir motor takarak kendime bir vibratör yaptım ve bununla zevk almaya çalıştım. Bunu yaparken bazen bi kadın gibi giyinirdim; bacak arası açılabilen bir body veya bir g-string, üstüne bir kadın çorabı, sütyenin içine de çorap tıkarak kendime göğüs yapardım ve yatağın üstüne yatarak vibratörümle kendimi tatmin ederdim. Hatta kinder süpriz yumurtanın içindeki sarı kabsüle de bir motor yerleştirdim ve bunu arkama sokarak çalıştırır ve o içimdeyken giyinip, sokağa çıkardım. Bu arada dikkatimi bir şey çekti; cisimleri arkadan sokarken, belli bir süre sonra göt deliğim gevşiyor, ve içine birşey sokmak istediğimde ağrımıyordu. Bu kendimi siktirme planlarımda çok işime yarayabilirdi hemen bir plan yaptım ve patronu bu sefer bir gün bizim eve davet ettim. Saat 18:00 de bizde olacaktı, ben de o saatten önce banyoya girdim ve arkamı alıştırmaya başladım. Saat tam 18:00 de patron kapıdaydı- o zamana kadar arka deliğimi gevşemiş bir vaziyette tutmaya çalışmıştım. Biraz oturduk ve birer bira içtik. Sonra başladım patronu soymaya, ben de soyundum ve patron beni ilk defa kadın çorabıyla gördü; çorabın bacakarasındaki ağ bölümünü keserek arkamı ve sikimi serbest bırakmıştım ve üstüne bir G-string giymiştim. Patron biraz tuhaf bir tepki verdi kıyafetime ama sonra sikinin yerçekimine karşı koymasından hoşuna gittiğini de anladım, özellikle G-String onu çok azdırmıştı. Artık zaman gelmişti; hemen çok kısa bir süreliğine tekrar banyoya geçtim ve alıştırmak amacıyla vibratörümü arkama sokup çıkardım. Tekrar oturma odasında buluştuk ve ben hemen patronun yarağı ile ilgilenmeye başladım. Aslında yarağı hemen kalkmıştı ama ben yinede devam ettim ve uzunca bir süre yaladıktan sonra ona domalmak istediğimi ve onun da arkama geçip beni sikmesini istediğimi söyledim. Patron yine şaşırmıştı ama hoşuna gitmişti, ben bu arada koltuğun üzerine domaldım ve o da arkamda yerini aldı, yarağını götümün deligine dayadı ve yavaşça ama problemsiz bir şekilde arkamdan girdi ve hemen gidip gelmeye başladı. Yarağı ininceye kadar beni bir güzel sikti. sonra ben onu domalttım ve boşalmasını sağladım. Bu sefer hiç sorun yaşamadan rahatça götüme girebilmesine çok şaşırmıştı, hatta onunla görüşmediğim zamanlar başkalarıyla sikişiyor olmamdan şüphelendi. O gece onun çok hoşuna gitmişti ama ben o geceyi daha çok sevmiştim. Sadece şu Tad konusu kalmıştı, ağzıma boşalması çok hoşuma gitsede boşalabilmek için eline krem alarak kendine 31 çekiyordu hep. Ve boşalırken sikini ağzıma dayıyordu ve o güzelim dölün tadıyla birlikte kremin de tadına bakmak zorunda kalıyordum. O geceden sonra patronu daha sık davet ettim ve her seferinde arkamı esneterek onunla birlikte oldum ve çok güzel sikiş pozisyonları gerçekleştirdik. Bir seferinde, onu yine davet ettim ve videoya kaydetmek istediğimi söyledim daha önce bunu gizlice yapmıştım ve çektiğim filmi izlerken fena azıyordum hep ama onunla paylaşamıyordum; tedirgin oldu ve yüzünün görünmesinden hoşlanmayacağını söyledi. Yüzünün görüneceği tüm sahneleri hemen sileceğime söz verdim ve bunun üzerine kabul etti. Kamerayı eline aldı ve onun sikini dilimle döverek ve emerek kaldırırken çekmeye başladı sonra kamerayı bir sehpanın üzerine, koltuğun tam karşısına koydum, o da koltuğa oturdu, sadece yarağı ve vücudunun bir kısmı görünüyordu, sonra ben de ona katıldım ve sırtım ona dönük bir vaziyette yarağının üstüne oturdum ve gidip gelmeye başladım. Sonra kameraya arkamı döndüm ve ata binmeye devam ettim ama bu arada siki yumuşamaya yüz tutmuştu ve arasıra götümden çıkıveriyordu. Yarağın kalkması için sık sık pozisyonumu değiştirmeye çalışıyordum o gecenin hiç bitmemesi ve yarağının hiç inmemesi için dua ediyordum içimden. Sonunda bana, beni domaltarak sikmeyi teklif etti ve ben tabi hemen atladım. Yüzümü koltuğa doğru dönerek kameranın ve patronun önünde domaldım; belimi iyice kırarak sikilmek için yanıp tutuşan göt deliğimin ortaya çıkmasını sağladım, ve o da hemen arkama girerek sert hareketlerle beni sikmeye başladı. Yarağı çok sert olmadığı için sert hareketleri beni olumsuz etkilememişti ve uzunca bir süre böyle sikişimiz devam etti ve sonunda ben kendimden geçtim ve patronda yoruldu. Tam işemek için tuvalete oturacaktı ki, ondan üstüme işemesini rica ettim; birikte duşa girdik ben diz çöktüm ve o da yüzüme, göğsüme götüme ve taze sikilmiş göt deliğime işemeye başladı. Heryerimde sıcak idrarını hissediyordum ve bu arada o da hepsini kaydetmişti. O banyodan çıktıktan sonra ben bir duş aldım ve tekrar yanına gittim; odada sandalyede oturuyordu ve siki yarı baygn bir vaziyetteydi. Hemen onu yine ağzıma aldım ve kaldırmaya başladım, sonra yer değiştik ve ben sandalyeye ve o da yarağımın üstüne oturdu. Boşalacağını anladığımda onu üstümden ittim ve hemen önünde diz çöktüm; tam ağzıma boşalabileceği pozisyona geldim ve kameranın da açısını ayarlamayı ihmal etmedim. Beni uzun uzun sikmiş olması, sonrasındaki altın duş ve hepsinin videoya kayıt edildiği gerçeği onu iyice azdırmış olmalı ki patronun patlaması resmen katlanmıştı. Ağzıma fışkırtmaya başlamıştı ve patlamalar bitmek bilmiyordu. Hepsini kaydetmiştim ve sonunda kamerayı ağzıma doğru çevirdim ve döllerini nasıl afiyetle yuttuğumu da kaydettim. Sonraları bu görüntleri hep izleyerek otuzbir çektim yada patronu eve çağırdığım zamanlar bu filmi açtım ve bir yandan filmimiz oynarken diğer yandan biz sikiştik. Hatta o kayıttan sonraki ikinci veya üçüncü buluşmamızda, görüntüleri bilgisayarın ekranından izliyorduk ve o anki sikişimizin görüntülerini de kameraya bağlı televizyondan izliyorduk; ilk çekimde yapmayı unuttuklarımı bu ikinci filmde yapmayı planlıyordum. Mesela ilk çekimde domalmıştım ama kamera arkada kaldığı için sadece patronun götü görünüyordu, ama sikinin götüme girişi görünmüyordu; bu sefer kameraya yan dönmüştüm, kameraya bakan bacağımı öne çekmiş, ve o taraftaki kalçamı da elimle açmıştım ve böylece patronun yarağının giriş çıkışı çok güzel bir şekilde görünmekteydi. İlk üstüne oturuşumu ve oturmadan önce ağzıma alışımı bu sefer yandan çekmiştim. Domalma pozisyonundan sonra kendimi önce koltuğun kenarında bacak omuza pozisyonunda siktirmiş, sonra koltuğa yatarak bacaklarımı iyice yukarı kaldırarak ve patronun üstüme yatmasını sağlayarak beni sikmesini çekmiştim. Bu durumlarda kamera hep tam olması gerektiği yerde olduğundan, yarağının içime giriş çıkışları çok güzel görüntülenmişti. Sonunda, patron sırt üstü yatarken benim de sırtım ona dönük vaziyette, ayaklarımı dizlerine koyarak yarağının üstüne oturup- kalkma hareketleriyle sikişimizi çektim. En sonunda yine patron üstüme boşaldı. Bu film öncekinden çok daha güzel olmuştu ama cdye aktarırken bir hata oldu ve orjinal kaset dahil tüm görüntüler silindi. Patron boşaldıktan sonra döllerini bir kaba toplamıştım ve patron gittikten sonra filmin devamını çektim. Patronun döllerini bir şırıngayla götümün içine boşalttım ve üstüne vibratörlü süpriz yumurtamı soktum; daha kameranın karşısındayken yumurtayı yine dışarı ittim, yumurta düştü ve ardından döller de boşaldı götümden. Birgün patron beni aradı ve yazlıkta kaldığını, evin çok müsait olduğunu ve benim de kendisiyle gidip yazlıkta kalmak isteyip istemediğimi sordu. Hiç düşünürmüyüm; hemen atladım tabi. Daha yolda giderken benimle oynaşmaya başladı; ben direksiyonu tutyordum o da sikimi, otoban tenha olmasına rağmen, geçen arabalardan görecekler diye korkuyordum, sonra bir ara sikini pantalonundan çıkardı ve ben de yolu kontrol ettikten sonra onun sikini biraz elledim ve öptüm. Yazlığa vardık, ve hemen kendimizi eve attık; alt kat oturma odasıydı ama fazla birşey yoktu, bir koltuk bir televizyon ve masa sandalye. Üst katta büyük yataklı bir oda ve kapalı birkaç oda daha, ve tabi banyo. Aşağı geçtik, soyunduk ve koltukta biraz sevişmeye çalıştık, aslında sevişmiyor, gücümüzü geceye saklıyorduk, birbirimizi biraz yaladıktan sonra, terli olduğumuzu anladık ve üst kattaki banyoya girdik. Birbirimizi güzelce yıkadık, yıkanırken birbirimizin üstüne işedik ve kalkmış olan şampuanlı siklerimizi birbirimizin göt deliklerine soktuk ama boşalmadık. Sonra tekrardan giyindik ve şehir merkezine gittik. Orada bunu tanıyan birkaç arkadaşıyla tanıştım, gece kimseye çaktırmamak için hepberaber bir bara gittik. Çok geç saatlerde diğerleriyle vedalaştık ve eve döndük, ikimiz de zil zurna sarhoştuk. Hemen yukarı çıktık ve soyunarak kendimizi yatağa attık. Ben yattım ve patron arkamda yerini aldı; bana arkadan sarıldı ve vücutlarımız birbirine değerek bir süre öylesine yattık, sonra patron beni okşamaya başladı ve ben de elimi arkama doğru götürerek onun sikini okşamaya başladım. Sonra dayanamadım ve pozisyon değiştirdim; yine onun sikini yalıyordum ve da benim sikimi almış okşuyor ve yalıyordu ve arasıra parmağını götüme sokuyordu. Bunları yapmamıza rağmen ikimizinde gözleri ve bilinci kapalıydı desem yeridir. Patron bir ara krem bulmaya gitti ve ben de bu sırada yüz üstü yatağa yattım, her nekadar sarhoş olsamda bilinçli olarak bacaklarımı hafifçe açtım. Patron geldiğinde hiç sorgusuz direkt olarak yerini bacaklarımın arasında aldı; önce götümü okşadı ve yaladı sonra deliğimi parmaklamaya başladı. Sonra sağ ve sol basenimden tutarak, kalçamı hafifçe yukarıya kaldırdı ve kalkmış kremli yarağını götüme sokuverdi. Patronun anlattığına göre o gece türlü pozisyonlar denemiş ve çok değişik zevkler tatmışız ama ben sadece bunu ve ağzıma boşalttığı spermlerini hatırlayabiliyorum, onların tadını zaten asla unutmam. Bir de sabah, biz daha yatarken birinin ansızın yatak odasına daldığını hatırlıyorum, kimdi neydi bilmiyorum ama çok korkmuştum.

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This story started a while ago in the loving wife category. My wife had given me a present, a day with her and my old friend Brian. Brian was my a friend I had bi experiences with many years ago. My wife allowed me to be with Brian and actually joined in however when Brian was to fuck my ass she left us alone. Brian you see is gay and I at one time thought I might be but later realized I was bi.

It had been several months since my wife’s 60th birthday present to me, allowing me to have sex with my 1st lover my friend named Brian while she watched. My wife and I have always been true to each other, but that night had me thinking of him and waking from erotic dream of him many many days. One day I just had to tell her about it and so this story starts.

“Allison I have to talk to you about something,” I said.

“What is is babe,” she asked?

I stammered a bit not knowing ho it would come out and said, “well I have to let you know since your birthday present to me I have been having trouble getting Brian out of my head and have been having very erotic dreams of him and I together.”

“Are you telling me you want to have sex with him again?” she asked. “We have been having such great sex the last several months, are you thinking of him while you are with me?” she asked.

“Our sex has been great and I think being with him that time has only enhanced it to be honest, but yes at times I have had the image in my mind of fucking you while Brian was fucking me I have never had an orgasm like that shooting my load inside you.” I said

“So you want us to be with him again, both of us or just you?” she asked

“I would honestly be ok with either, if you wanted to be there again that would be a big turn on but if not I would still like to be with him.” I stated.

“Can I think about this?” she asked.

“Please that is all I am asking for, you know I will respect your decision but I will still think and probably dream about him.” “It is you that I love but I still have been having these primal urges.” I told her.

The couple of mornings as we were having coffee I asked her, “have you thought about what we discussed about Brian?”

“Yes I have, I know you have always had these urges since you told me many years ago.” she said. “You have always been faithful and I think you always will be, if you promise to always come back to me I have a proposition.”

Intrigued I asked her, “yes what might that be?”

“I’ll give you two cihangir escort nights, the first with Brian alone and the second with the three of us.” she said. “You can do this next Friday if Brian is able since I will be going out with my girlfriends that evening, I will see if betty will let me stay at her house that night I’ll tell her so I can drink and not have to drive 45 minutes to get home.” “That will give you the whole night with him, does that work for you?” she asked

“I will call Brian and see if he is available, what about the second night with the three of us?” I said.

“Tell Brian he can stay over Saturday night also that night it will be the three of us.” “If I think everything is ok between the three of us and feel comfortable maybe just maybe I will let you have more days with him but only if I feel I always come first.” she said.

I called Brian and told him about the thoughts I have had about him and what my wife had agreed to asking him if this was something he would consider. He told me although he was gay he had a wonderful time that night with my wife there, although he would like to be alone with me but having two days with me he agreed.

Friday was finally here, Allison had left for her night out, I ordered takeout and had it ready for when Brian came over. Around 7 the doorbell rang, I answered it and saw Brian looking as handsome as the day we first made love so many many years ago.

We sat down for dinner, when we were finished Brian and I did the dishes when the last one was dry Brian turned to me and kissed me gently his tongue parting my lips until both his and mine started dancing together.

Breaking our embrace I asked, “would you like to go to the guestroom?”

“Yes lets go.” Brian said as he held his hand out to hold mine.

When we reached the bedroom we sat making for what must have been 2 hours out like we were teenagers again my cock throbbing with each stroke our tongues took at each other.

Breaking from our kiss, I stood up taking my shirt off. Brian reached over to undo my belt, unzipper my pants and finally take off my underwear and the he stood up and I disrobed him his big cock sprang to attention.

“I guess it’s safe to say I’m glad to see you.” Brian said as he started stroking my cock ever so slowly.

“Yes and I am so glad to see you.” I said as I grabbed his huge cock in my hand rubbing my thumb on the shaft while using two fingers to slowly güngören escort rub his balls.

“My that feels so good don’t stop.” yelled Brian as his grip on my cock released.

“Maybe you’ll like this better.” I said as I slowly lowered myself to his cock, now face to face with his throbbing shaft kissing the soft under skin nibbling ever so slowly.

“Mmm yes that is so good.” Brian whispered.

Finally I opened my mouth and swallowed his entire shaft his throbbing head pounding my tonsils and into my throat making me gag just a little. Feeling this throbbing I started to pump my head up and down his shaft with a vengeance. Brian hips were gyrating as if he was trying to fuck my face causing me to pump his cock in my mouth even faster until finally his back arched and he shot a huge load inside my mouth. I gobbled as much as I could but so much also spilled out trickling out the corners of my mouth dripping onto the bedding and my chest.

“Oh my that was great, let me do your wonderful cock now.” Brian said as the cum was still all over my face and chest.

Licking the cum off my mouth and then using my finger to scoop what was on my chest and the putting it in my mouth, I said, “Let me get comfortable and lay on the bed.”

As I lay on the bed Brian lowered his head to my 5 1/2″ rock hard cock, much smaller than his 8″ cock, taking it slowly inside his mouth.

“Yes Brian that feels so fucking good.” I said.

Hearing this Brian took my entire shaft in his mouth and and started sucking my cock while his teeth gnawed at my shaft I couldn’t wait I was so horny I shot my load in what seemed like only a minute after he started. I had so much cum shooting out I couldn’t believe it it took me longer to cum than it did for him to make me cum.

I fell back against the bed and Brian fell with me his mouth never letting go of my cock as we both just collapsed.

“Oh my that tasted so good, was it good for you?” Brian asked.

“Well if you couldn’t tell by the amount of cum you just gobbled up, the I’ll tell you it was the best.” I told him.

“I need a shower, how about you?” I asked as I held my hand out to his.

We went to the master bedroom shower, I wasn’t sure if my wife would mind going into our room but it was the only shower big enough for Brian & I.

When he saw the size of our shower, it has 1 shower head and several side heads getting you from all angles and is 8 feet long bağcılar escort by 5ft deep, Brian said, “Wow you can really do things in here.”

“Just my idea.” I said turning the shower on and stepping inside with him following.

We both relaxed under the powerful spray from the many jets soaking us for several minutes when Brian took the body wash and started to lather me up taking great care to stop at my balls and cock for quite some time.

“That feels good.” I told him as he was lathering my balls with one hand and stroking my lathered cock with the other.

Spinning me around he started tonguing my we ass sliding it all over my crack until he reached my hole then slipping it inside me. Feeling this I reached for my own cock and started jerking myself off .

After about 2 minutes of him eating my ass he stood up and pressed my head forward bending me over till my hands were against the built in seat at the end of the shower. Holding on to the seat I spread my legs in anticipation of what I was expecting next.

Brian reached out of the shower and grabbed some lube that was on the counter and using two fingers pushed some into my hole. After putting some on his rock hard 8″ cock he brought it to my ass and pushed just the head in.

“Oh my are you teasing me or what?” I said.

“You want more of it then push back take it.” Brian said which seemed like and order.

“Oh my I want it all.” I said as I rammed my ass back against his cock taking as much as possible up my ass. As his cock rammed into my ass I felt almost like I might tear apart but knew I wouldn’t.

Brian feeling my ass gobbling up his cock started ramming it in and out slowly at first but the faster and faster.

“Oh yes Brian fuck my ass, please fuck me harder and harder.” I yelled out.

“You want it here it is.” he grunted as he started pounding harder and faster until he finally shot his load his cock pumping my ass full of his warm cum as I clenched my ass cheeks squeezing his cock trying to hold it inside of me.

“Oh my I haven’t had suck a good fuck as that in such a long time.” Brian said as he collapsed against me my ass still trying to hold onto his cock as it slowly withered and popped out.

Standing up Brian said, “I think I am going to collapse.”

“Ok lets finish the shower and we can go to bed.” I said as I looked at the clock seeing it was almost midnight.

After finishing our shower we walked naked hand in hand to the guest room. I told Brian that Allison said she wouldn’t be home until sometime after lunch tomorrow so we still had plenty of time together alone. Brian and I went to bed together embracing in a long kiss as well fell asleep me dreaming about our morning alone tomorrow.

To be continued.

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A Sean Carrington Adventure.

I am at that stage in life where I don’t know where I want to go and having doubts about what I have already achieved. Looked it up in the Web; as I ticked five out of seven boxes I could be having a midlife crisis; this is my story.

I am in my early thirties, not in any relationship, financially secure, nice apartment that I spend a lot of time in. Most of my friends have partners or moved away to pastures green; two joined the Army, not quite there yet. My job is doing well and I have been recently promoted.

I have a friend who opted out a few years ago; now works in a caravan site at the top end of Loch Lomond. As I had an extended long weekend looming I thought I would visit him for a few days. But; he is heading to Oban for this long weekend; he managed to get a few days’ work as a barman at some folk festival. However he arranged for me to rent a caravan at mates’ rates; and, as usual, a bottle of Dark Rum as his organiser fee.

On the Friday morning I loaded my new executive company Ford with what I would need for the weekend; including a bottle of Dark Rum. It was one of those unusually warm June days, windows open, shorts and trainers on, top off, as I drove up from the city. The road up the banks of Loch Lomond are some of the most spectacular and picturest in Scotland and relaxing to drive, if you are not in a hurry; rounding each bend exposes you to a new view of mountain peaks and steep sided valleys to kill for.

I arrived at the caravan site, parked up, headed to the bar in the local hotel, with shorts and top on, to pick up the caravan key from behind the bar and possibly get a beer and lunch. As I walked in one of the colourful locals, that every village in the highlands seems to have and attract, was sitting there and invited me to join him. In accordance with tradition I bought him a beer along with mine.

It was an open secret that Jack was gay. Any night after a few drinks he always told you how after serving over nine years in the Army he was kicked out, after he got caught ‘on the job so to speak’ when on guard duty. He was guarding three derelict 40 foot Army huts that were to be demolished the next day; and were.

As we were sitting there someone I did not recognise came in. Jack knew him and invited him to join us; we all introduced ourselves. Alan; who was slightly shorter than me and also dressed in khaki shorts and trainers like me, mid-thirties give or take. He was from Newton Stewart, a small country town in the South West of Scotland, and was also up alone for the long weekend.

Jack got his next free beer as was the custom. But he had to go after he finished his beer, being a part time signalman in the local railway signal box and we could hear the train arriving. Jack would then sleep in the signal box until the next train arrived, in the opposite direction in about three hours; give or take.

Alan and I sat there as strangers, drinking our beers, exchanging views on what was happening in the world. Not that we could influence it in any way. As we both had finished our lunch and beers we left together.

We headed to our respective caravans, which turned out to be adjacent to each other. Alan invited me into his caravan for a coffee; I had still to unload my gear. His caravan was very warm, it was one of those unusual very humid and warm Scottish June days, he took off his shirt and invited me to do the same; these caravans do not have any form of air conditioning other than opening or closing the windows and doors. Alan was quite well tanned and muscular; I could do with losing some weight.

We both sat there with only our shorts on, our trainers being discarded too because of the heat, we sat there together with our feet up on the bench seats that these caravans have. Not touching but close enough together that we could feel each other encroaching on our invisible personal space that we all seem to have and enjoy.

As we sat there with our coffees; looking for someone to share my mid-life concerns with, I shared with Alan why I had come up for the weekend. He said he was also up thinking about what he should do; as he had recently been outed as being gay. In a small rural town, which he was the only physiotherapist in; he found it quite embarrassing after he overheard some locals talk about him in a very homophobic way.

I didn’t know what to say, I think it must have shown, as he said you don’t mind being with me, now that you know I am gay. I instinctively said no of course not, why should I; he said many people do. Well I am not one of those. He said thanks and placed his hand on top of mine that was holding my empty coffee cup. I got a nice warm comforting feeling from him touching me; I didn’t think I would have; but I did.

Our conversation drifted through our woes, without reaching a conclusion. He said would I like for him to make a meal for both of us tonight; I said ok, I had brought a bottle of wine with me; my contribution.

We both had to get organised, bahçelievler escort as I got up to leave I put my hand reassuringly on Alan’s bare leg, don’t know why but I did, he reciprocated by putting his hand very relaxingly on top of mine. I felt very relaxed and comfortable about us doing that; left and went to my Caravan to get organised.

As I was getting my caravan and things organised, I could see Alan preparing our meal in his caravan, periodically our eyes locked on to each other. Difficult not to given the close proximity of our caravans. I was to come as I was, shorts and loose fitting shirt, at the appointed time I lifted the bottle of wine and headed over to his caravan.

When I arrived the aroma of the meal was tantalising, the table set complete with wine glasses. I found out later Alan’s hobby was cooking. I poured the wine as Alan served up the meal, as the caravan was oppressively hot between the hot and humid day and the cooking; Alan removed his shirt before he sat down; I followed his lead.

As we sat there enjoying an excellent meal and the rather strong wine, chatting away. With both of us facing each other, apparently naked to anybody looking in as they walked bye that could not see we were wearing shorts. May have given them cause for gossip, fortunately nobody did; we think.

As the meal progressed and the effect of the strong wine on us, Alan moved his leg under the table until both our legs were touching each other. It was quite seductive and I started to get aroused by it; Alan too, going by the look on his face. I was a bit unsure the way things were developing; I think Alan could see that I was unsure and suggested we have a coffee.

We had our coffee sitting on the bench seats each with one leg crooked under the other, as we did in the afternoon, this time we allowed both our legs to mutually touch each other. I was starting to get pleasantly aroused again as I think Alan was too. Alan said to me, I think we were both meant to meet like this and asked me; are you gay? I said no I don’t think so, not any more anyway.

My confession took Alan by surprise; I felt I had to explain. At college I had explored my sexuality with my friend Ian, although we had crossed the red line and had sex together, I never really thought that I was gay. A few years later I did have a discreet but open gay relationship with Vince which lasted for over a year, until he went overseas with his job. We had all moved on with our lives since then. For me nothing really on the sexual front, other than a handful of well-meaning blind date that never came to anything.

Alan said I see why you are having a mid-life crisis; you are looking to satisfy an inner need from your college days; possibly before that too. All I could say was you might be right; I don’t know.

Alan explained how he found out he was gay. It was during his studies to become a physiotherapist that he met Steven a nursing student; they seemed to hit it off and had a torrid sexual affair at college.

When their studies ended they both went their own ways, Steven now has a life in Australia and a wife and children. Since then he has had a few affairs with gay friends, but none stood the test of time. He moved back to Newton Stewart to look after his aging father, who he lost a few months ago but decided to stay on.

Alan was by this time sitting upright alongside me, both pressing bodily on each other with his hand rubbing in a comforting way, the inside of my leg; which I found quite erotic and arousing, I am sure he did too. He then said, in many ways we both have the same problem of reaching a crossroads in our lives and unsure which way we should go.

He asked me; at this time do you want to explore if you are gay with me or not? I said I don’t know, but I really enjoyed being with you to-night. Alan said then we better leave it just now and see how things develop over the next few days. Let’s go up to the bar together, have a few beers, return to our caravans and see what tomorrow brings.

That’s exactly what we did until about two in the morning when we returned to our caravans. All that night I was restless and could not sleep thinking about what I wanted to do; just like the night before Ian and I made up our minds about each other. Morning arrived; as I left the small bedroom in the caravan, I looked across to see Alan in his caravan looking over at me. It was now clear in my mind I knew what I wanted to do. I think Alan too.

I invited Alan over for a breakfast of the famous Scottish Square sausage on a role that I had brought with me and coffee; he accepted. As we sat there having breakfast together, Alan suggested that we go for a walk up in the hills; I agreed, nice day for it.

We retrieved our walking boots and hiking gear from our respective caravans and prepared our day packs; which mainly consisted off tins of beer and sandwiches purchased from the caravan site shop. We then headed off to the path from the site to the hills.

The arnavutköy escort walk was not demanding but very pleasant, the only problems encountered were crossing a main road and the west highland railway line. We then headed up the hills which were quite steep but only a simple scramble in places to overcome rocky obstacles. The sun was also quite warm and pleasant not as humid as yesterday, by this time we had consigned our shirts into our packs. After about two hours and two thirds of the way up, we decided to have a break.

We opened our packs removed some of the beers and sandwiches. Alan noticed my back was showing signs of the sun on it. Fortunately he had brought sun lotion with him and offered to rub it on my back; which he did. It was a very pleasant and soothing thing to have done to you. I reciprocated by applying the lotion to his back too. We both sat there enjoying our beer, sandwiches and the sun.

Alan said that he was a naturalist and often went hiking naked, asked me if I had ever done that; I said no. He suggested that we try it as there was nobody about; he slipped off his shorts and put them in his pack. I was a bit unsure about doing this but agreed to try it.

We were both standing there naked apart from our hiking boots and heavy socks; not having done this before, I started to get a bit aroused and it was starting to show. Alan said don’t worry it happened to him the first time he tried it; I noticed he was also partially aroused too. We headed off up the hills; wary of being spotted, but it was a thrilling and exhilarating thing to do. After about another hour we had arrived at the top of the hill; a bit exhausted and warm from the sun.

We decided to have a break before we headed back down; had another beer, as we sat there together on the only small clump off grass, our hips and legs were touching; it was quite a nice erotic hot feeling.

I started to get aroused again but more pronounced and obvious this time, Alan leaned over and touched my arousal with his finger; it went very hard as he did it. But I was enjoying the feeling. I looked at Alan he was also very aroused and hard, he looked at me inviting me with his eyes to stroke him too, much to my surprise I did; what’s more I enjoyed doing it.

It didn’t take long before I felt myself start to get a bit wet and my cum starting to move forward and upwards within. I could feel that Alan was probably reaching the same stage. I started to ungulate in response, my deeper breathing also heralding an impending climax; then Alan started too. It was now just a matter of when not if; then I let go and came all over my chest; Alan came equally enthusiastically moments later.

We had no support at our backs, only rough rocks, so we leaned on each other, recovering. Alan asked me what I thought of naked rambling; exhilarating and exhausting and at least it’s now all downhill and we both know where we are going. We sat there for about another half hour, although pleasant was uncomfortable. As we packed up we could hear voices approaching us; we pulled on out shorts and shirts and started heading down the hill. We never met the voices.

We arrived back at the hotel a few hours later, much quicker going downhill, and not the same distractions too. Outside the hotel bar entrance there were about twenty, powerful high end motorcycles and two three wheeled motorcycles with matching towed trailer tents, again high end from the badges. We were a bit unsure about going in.

Before we made up our minds; out came Jack heading for his signal box for the three o’clock train arrival. He explained that this was a very exclusive motor cycle club touring the highlands; there would be no problems from them. He then said to Alan; that he knew some of them and that they were gay; then qualified it by saying he thinks they were all gay.

We went in; Jack was right from first impressions there wouldn’t be any problems from them, most of them were in there forties / fifties and a few older. As we ordered our beers, one came over to Alan; he knew him through a friend that Alan and he had an affair with a few years ago. We were instantly adopted into their circle of friends.

During our discussions they explained that they were part of a gay motorcycle meetup group; who do this semi-organised tour once a year and were staying in the hotel camping and caravan sites overnight. Alan said we both had rented adjacent caravans for the weekend and had just met each other for the first time yesterday. Without further explanation that seemed to qualify us as being part of their inner circle of friends. Particularly that Alan was a physiotherapist and some of them were suffering from their long motorcycle ride up north.

We sat there with them for the remainder of the afternoon, sharing stories and beers. We were invited over to their campsite for an open barbecue that night; we ordered a slab of beer and a box of burgers from the hotel as our contribution. The campsite şirinevler escort and barbecue would start about seven and we could join them any time after that.

Alan and I headed back to our caravans extensively to relax, have a coffee, something to eat and discuss what had taken place between us up in the hills. The kettle had just started to boil as one of the motorcycle club members came to the caravan door; to see if Alan could do some physio on his back.

The remainder of the afternoon was a steady procession of club members with back and other aches; my caravan was the waiting room with coffee or tea while you wait. Alan’s caravan was the treatment room. By the time they were all finished being treated, it was time to go to the barbecue. We didn’t have the opportunity to discuss what we would do next, even on the way over as we had to help someone over.

The barbecue was an absolutely fantastic; one of those memorable life things. It started with help yourselves from the barbecue and beer from the table. The conversation around the campfire was quite loud about many different subjects. Then someone asked how long Alan and I had been together, it went quite silent as they all seemed to listen in; I was lost for words. Alan explained that we only met yesterday and were still getting to know each other.

Inevitably someone asked ‘well have you’? Alan; not really but we had a bit of an icebreaker up in the hills today. A voice from the background said, yes we saw you this afternoon but thought you might be, so we detoured round you. Another voice piped up, yes we also saw you in your caravan last night, as we walked across to the pub, sitting together apparently without anything on. So much about us being discreet. Another voice piped up well there is always tonight.

The conversation after that was mainly about partners they had and their unusual experiences. It was quite erotic at times. As darkness descended upon us we all started to drift back to our tents or caravans. We were asked did we have any space in our caravans where they could doss down in comfort; what could we say but sure.

We both ended up with eight visitors in each of our caravans. Alan and I ended up sharing a bench seat that expanded out into a small double or large single bunk. Given the humidity of the day, warm night, even with all the windows and doors open, and that we had all drunk so much was oppressively hot. We all stripped down to our underwear.

When I woke in the morning Alan had his arm draped over me as we spooned together. Needless to say we were wet with sweat where we connected skin to skin; I could also feel that Alan was aroused as he pressed hard against me. I felt his hand lean down and start to gently stroke me. It wasn’t long before I was fully aroused. It was quite exhilarating doing that, given the close proximity of our overnight guests and nobody knowing what we were doing other than us.

Our closeness and aroused state was suddenly interrupted when someone switched on the shower; which in caravans are very noisy. Time to get up; we did this discreetly trying to hide our arousals; not overly successful from some of the comments made. We started the breakfast for the multitude and the rotation of showers that we all badly needed.

Breakfast, showers and tiding up of both caravans took us until late morning. Plan was that our motorcycle friends would be met by other groups joining from Glasgow, Edinburgh and many other locations in the hotel car park. The gathering would then travel up to Fort William through Glen Coe, ultimately joining Route 500; a popular tourist route round the northern mainland of Scotland.

By noon the bikes were all lined up and ready to go, a newspaper estimated was there were over one hundred bikes worth more than one million. The car park was full, all the bikes sitting there silently, most with flags of all types fluttering in the wind. Then someone shouted ‘start up’; the noise of 100+ bikes was incredible. As they revved up their engines in unison as a farewell you could feel your insides vibrate.

The local Policeman, also a keen biker; closed the A82 allowing them to leave in procession, with all flags flying; a local unofficial arrangement. It took ten or fifteen minutes for the gathering to depart, the line of bikes was over a mile long, allowing space to be overtaken by those in a hurry. We could hear the roar of the bikes echo up the Falloch valley as they headed to Crianlarich then to their first re-gathering stop at ‘The Green Welly Stop’ at Tyndrum; then it went silent.

After the activity of the past twenty four hours, Alan and I were at a loss as what to do. We thought about going back into the pub; no we were going to have an alcohol free period. Or back to one of our caravans to continue what we started this morning. No the site was now too busy with tourists and caravaners enjoying the sun.

We settled on enjoying the sun, changed into our swimwear and headed down to the grassy beach area; and enjoyed the sun for the rest of the day. We were woken out of our dreams by Jack and the barman; who was filling in for my friend. Apparently one caravan, mine, was inadvertently double booked by my friend before he headed off to Oban. And a family with small children who were up for a week were waiting in the car park as they sorted something out.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

As I lay there it occurred to me that I’d never been in bed with another man before. All my other same-sex encounters had either taken place on couches or standing or down on the floor or even on a staircase once. There or on the beach or out in the water or in my backyard or out in the woods somewhere. Then, as I lay on my right side and he on his left and we held each other and kissed it occurred to me that I actually had been in bed with a man before. Men. But that had only been on a few occasions and those had only been purely for fucking not for tender lovemaking like this.

My new friend smiled at me and caressed my hair and said let’s do 69 so we rolled into position as natural as anything with me on top with my cock pointing down and his pointing up at me. We sucked each other and the dual sensations were wonderful and it occurred to me further that I’d only ever done 69 with another man once or twice and it hadn’t been as good as this. After a few minutes he said he wanted to fuck me and I said sure how do you want me and he took the pillows behind his head and stacked them in bed’s center and said lie on top of these and spread your legs. And as I did and I lay there waiting while he lubed his bare cock I smiled to myself and was glad I’d prepared myself for him before coming over just in case this happened. He wanted me and I wanted him and this was perfect. And it was somewhat amazing to me that this had all happened so fast. It seemed like just minutes ago we were sitting on his couch fully clothed having cocktails and touching and getting to know one another.

Now as he pushed into me he asked if I was OK and I replied that I was just fine and he pushed in deeper saying I was the perfect fit for him. And I laughed through the slight discomfort and said no he was the perfect fit for me and we both laughed. And then he was all the way in me and my lover paused again and kindly asked if I was all right again and I replied I was and begged him to fuck me baby. And he did. He held me by the bones of my narrow hips and worked me slowly as if we had all night which we did and I realized once again this was what it felt like to be made love to rather than just fucked. And as I lay there blissfully receiving him I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d at last found a man who loved me. A partner. A mate. A father-figure even. And I moaned and he moaned as he worked his rhythm and he said I was one of the best fucks he’d ever had. And I thought about all the other men in his life and his bare cock now inside me and how we hadn’t even discussed condoms and now it was too late and I no longer cared. I wanted his bare cock in me just like this and when the time came I wanted him to shoot his load deep inside me.

Just as I was thinking this he stopped his motion and said he wanted me to roll over. He wanted to fuck me on my back. And as he pulled out of me his glossy cock sprang upwards he was so hard. And I pushed the stack of pillows back toward the headboard and settled in and spread my slender legs as he came forward holding his cock and I lifted my legs thinking this is just how it feels to be a woman. To receive. To be bred. And as he entered me again oh so easily this time I wrapped my legs around him tightly and crossed my ankles and held on. And as he resumed his motion he laughed and said not so tight honey and I loosened my legs’ grip and laughed and said sorry.

And as he fucked me in this new position I was certain of one thing. There was no disputing this and no exceptions this time. No one had ever fucked me on my back before. Smiling down at me while making love. The only thing all the others had ever been interested in was my ass. My hole. This was unique in my experience. This was how lovemaking between two men should be.

Now my lover brought his hands to my flat chest and kneaded what little flesh there was and said too bad you don’t have tits.

And I giggled and joked that could be arranged. Though I didn’t know how.

And he said he knew a doctor.

And now I was more thrilled than ever with my new friend and lover knowing that he might like me fem. Aside from a discreet pair of ebony panties under my jeans and my shaved body I’d shown up masculine for him. Not knowing for sure what he wanted and not wanting to turn him off. Now I closed my eyes to his rhythm and saw myself from above with my encircling legs in black thigh-highs and a matching black-lace bra and wearing a wig and my face painted and my lips glossed bright cherry-red.

My eyes opened as he bent way over and kissed my lips. I raised my head off the pillows and we kissed as he fucked me. And after breaking off the kiss he blinked at me and said without a smile I think I may’ve found my soulmate.

And despite the rush of almost tearful emotion I said nothing in return. Not yet anyway. I’d been disappointed by men so many times.

And my lover reached down and worked his hands behind my back as I reached up likewise kağıthane escort and now he was not so much fucking me as rutting me forcefully and I cried out with each thrust as he said with strangled voice I’m gonna cum! and I said cum in me baby and his shouts drowned out my cries as he thundered his load in me.

Then it was over.

And moments later it was as if a morning fog had cleared and the sun had broken through.

My lover’s penis was out of me and dangling glossy but otherwise clean. Beautiful. Spent. And I carried his seed inside me now and was pleased with myself.

And as he knelt there and I lay there and we caught our breath I envisioned myself pulling on discarded sissy panties and dancing across his carpet to his bathroom with the agile delicacy of a young doe. Instead I pulled my slender legs up and swung them around and said I’ll get a towel and he patted my thigh in gentle passing while still catching his breath.

And after I returned with a wet towel after wiping my crack clean and was now cleaning off his limp penis off he said I’m getting too old for this.

No you’re not I said.

In the old days I could’ve fucked my partner three times straight. Or partners he smiled. But that was back in the days of poppers and I’m off all stimulants now. Doctor’s orders. I’m not even allowed to take Viagra anymore.

You don’t need it I said.

When I have a beautiful 20-year-old in my bed? Maybe not.

I’m 25 I said.

That’s 20 to me. You reach a certain age and everyone under 30 looks the same.

On the one hand my new lover hadn’t told me to get dressed and leave. On the other he was turning maudlin after his orgasm. And at the moment I didn’t care to be reminded that this greying man was old enough to be my father. And perhaps then some.

I’ll go wash out this towel I said. He grabbed my wrist. My lover was sitting on the foot of the bed now still recovering his breath.

I want to put my finger up your ass he said. And he turned me with one hand and pushed the middle finger of the other in me to the knuckle. After his cock and fifteen minutes of fucking it went in easily. He left it there.

His free hand now reached around and grasped the erection I’d mostly lost during anal sex. He stroked it. It was still partly limp.

I feel bad he said. We haven’t done anything about this yet.

It’s OK I said. I don’t like to cum when I’m with another man. I lose interest.

I know the feeling he laughed. Softly. He pulled his finger out and told me to turn around and get down on my knees.

I obeyed.

He told me to lick his finger. There was a faint odor to it but it smelled and tasted mainly of sweet lube. After I’d licked it clean he told me someday but not today he wanted me to rim his ass. He said it was hairy and I laughed and said I knew. I was still down on my knees. He asked me if I liked a hairy ass and I told him I’d love his hairy ass. I asked him if he was sure he didn’t want me to lift his legs and rim his ass right now while I was down on my knees but he said no enough for right now let’s go have another drink.

I was relieved. My new partner wanted more than sex. He hadn’t asked me to leave. Yet. This was promising.

He asked me if I could stay for supper. I was both thrilled and amused. Supper. What an old-fashioned term. It was the same one my mother used. Instead of dinner. Sometimes in the late afternoon after sex mom would wake up and stretch her beautiful legs and toes and declare time to get up and make us some supper.

I’m not bragging the older man said. But I’m a very good cook.

Are you? I didn’t know what to say. The double shot of vodka in the martini he’d made for me was getting to me. I hadn’t eaten since midday. Plus mom had given me an enema before leaving the house. I was empty inside. I ate another green olive off the plastic spear.

I had pulled on my briefs after adhering a pantyliner to the seat. Just as a precaution. My host was still naked. His thick middle-aged body really was hairy. I hadn’t paid much attention before now. Now I stood there fantasizing about getting on my knees and parting his cheeks and kissing and licking his hole. And pushing my tongue inside and tasting his sweetness. The rich fetid flavors. I’d tasted women before but men seemed even sweeter. I preferred men. Their dark sweet holes.

I asked him what I could do for him and as I did so realized I still hadn’t learned his name yet. He’d signed his emails DH. And when I added his cell phone to my contacts I’d entered his name once again as DH. Now it was too late to ask. Wasn’t it? Perhaps I could riffle his wallet later and find his driver’s license?

He told me to go in the small dining room adjacent his kitchen where I’d find a wine chiller. The top half was for red he said and the bottom half for whites. He said we’d have a fancy white tonight to celebrate our union and directed me to pull out a bottle with a blue foil. It would say Rombauer etiler escort on the label. It was a chardonnay.

I didn’t know about foil and had never heard the name Rombauer before but I found the bottle and brought it back to the kitchen and was told there was an opener in a nearby drawer. I found it amusing again that my host had referred to our sexual encounter as a union. Another old fashioned term. I’d never opened a bottle with a cork in it before and after observing my struggles he left the stovetop long enough to laugh and say observe and cut the crown of the blue foil off and then insert the tip of the corkscrew in the cork and expertly twist it in and then lever it out. He smelled the cork then passed it to me and said smell.

What am I smelling? I asked.

You’re testing for imperfections he said. The cork should either smell neutral or like fermented grape juice. Nothing else. If it does the wine is tainted. Bad. He told me to twist the cork off the silver screw and then to slide out two goblet-style glasses from the rack mounted underneath the cabinet. The goblet glasses were the big round ones.

As he returned to the stove he said I would need to learn about these things because fetching the wine would be one of my duties whenever I came over and stayed the night with him. His chin doubled his throat as he looked over at me. You are spending the night correct?

I hesitated. This was unexpected. We’d talked about spending the evening together. We’d talked about going to bed and having sex. But he’d never mentioned anything to me by email on phone about spending the night. It was not that I minded it was—

My dog I said. My dog’s been in since early afternoon. I have to get home and let my dog out I explained.

He looked back at me from the stove where chicken breasts were sautéing and said I thought you lived with your mother.

I do.

Then why can’t your mother let the dog out?

He needs to be walked. And she relies on me to do those things. And the last time I asked her to do it I said it turned into a disaster.

He flipped the chicken breasts with tongs and asked what happened.

My mother’s unwell I said. She kind of got lost.

Is she…elderly? he asked.

No. She has emotional issues.

He dropped asparagus spears into a shallow pan of boiling water and asked what my dog’s name was.

Trusty I replied.

Rusty?

Trusty. With a T.

My host found this amusing. Like a prison inmate he asked. A trusty?

I didn’t know what this meant. It was like opening a bottle with a cork in it.

Listen he said. Call mom on the phone right now and tell you’re staying over at a friend’s tonight. Do you have a backyard?

Yes.

I’m an attorney he added. I know how to handle these things. Tell mom to take Trusty for a walk in the backyard. That way she can’t get lost. Go ahead. Hurry up. We haven’t even toasted our union yet. Go call mom.

I had to admit this was a perfect solution. Brilliant. And as I entered his livingroom in search of my backpack and the phone somewhere inside it I couldn’t help realizing I was getting semi-hard again. Why I wondered. It was hardly an erotic moment if you discounted the fact that I’d been staring at my host’s bare ass for the past fifteen minutes. But that wasn’t it. What then?

Mission accomplished he asked upon my return?

I think so.

She’ll be fine. You’d be surprised. As an estate attorney I’ve had many dealings with the elderly.

She’s not elderly I protested. Nevertheless picturing her sagging breasts. Sagging above me as she rode my cock and I rose up to suck her hardened nipples and the limpid flesh surrounding them.

Your mother. Does she own her house or rent?

We rent I replied.

Good. I have the perfect solution. For all of us. I’ll find a loophole in the lease and dissolve it. Then we’ll move you and your mother in here he said. You probably didn’t notice but I have a mother-in-law out back above my garage.

I was confused. A mother-in-law? He was pouring chardonnay into the goblets on the counter. They were shallow pours. He said this is how much you put in somebody’s glass at one time. That way the wine has room to breathe in the glass. Do you know what I mean by breathe?

I thought about him huffing and puffing after he finished fucking me. No I said.

Open up he explained. The wine will open up even more when you swirl it in the glass like so. More critical with reds than whites but still he added. He held up his glass. He was grinning behind it. The liquid golden.

Here’s to us. To a long and fruitful relationship. Salut he said.

We clinked glasses.

We drank.

Isn’t that delicious he asked.

It was. It was fragrant. Buttery. I drank again. With his free hand he was caressing my semi-hard cock through the black microfiber.

We still haven’t done anything about this he said.

It’s OK I replied. I’m still thinking about eating your beyoğlu escort ass.

He laughed. And I’m still thinking about you eating it. But supper’s almost ready.

Supper.

Another time he said. So you like me? You’d like to come back?

I’d love to I said.

And I’d love for you to. I’d like for us to become a couple. A regular thing.

I’d like that too.

You don’t mind the fact that I’m older? The age difference he asked?

I like the fact that you’re older I replied. Stable. Reliable. A good lover.

He laughed for some reason.

I let my emotions get the best of me and reached out and cupped his spent balls and said I’ve always wanted a man in my life. An older man preferably.

Where’s your father he asked.

I don’t know. I never met him.

Your mother never remarried?

No.

Does she keep to herself?

Pretty much.

As I say he said I have a solution to all our problems.

I wasn’t aware there were any. Aside from Trusty needing to be walked. My mother hadn’t answered. I’d left a voicemail.

You’ll move in here he said. With me. Your mother and Trusty can live in the apartment above the garage. Is she too old to climb stairs?

She’s not old.

Good then. Does she know you’re gay?

She knows I’m bi I’m said.

This too the man found amusing. A distinction without a difference in my book he said. You love to be fucked. Is she OK with it?

She just tells me to always practice safe sex. That’s all.

Do you he asked with a smile.

Obviously not I laughed.

Don’t worry I’m healthy. Are you?

Yes.

Promise?

I promise.

We’ll get bloodwork done. OK? Hunky-dory.

It’s fine with me I said.

Good. Then we don’t have a problem. He pulled his hand from my thinly covered genitals and set his glass down. It was empty. He told me to fill it to the same level as his initial pour. He told me I was now officially his sommelier.

Another word I didn’t understand at the time. It sounded like he’d said small liar.

He went back to the stove and asked what I thought about his idea. His proposal.

I told him I’d have to talk to mom.

He said to tell her that unlike now her rent would be nominal. He advised that since she was aware of my sexual preferences that I be completely honest with her. About our relationship. He asked for the bottle of Rombauer and splashed some in the sizzling pan and said he was deglazing it. He said he would teach me how to cook to his liking. And then someday I would cook and clean for him as well as attending to his sexual needs. I would always need to be at his disposal he said. Whatever time of day or night. And that my ass would always need to be clean for him.

I’ll pack the enema bag I joked.

He laughed and said I was a good sport. He said he was ready to plate our dinner and told me to get down two plates from the cabinet.

These plates weren’t round and white like mom and I ate on but oblong and rectangular and colorful and divided into three concave sections. I watched as he put the sautéed chicken in one compartment and the buttered new potatoes in the other and the still bright-green asparagus in the third. Over these he drizzled more melted butter and squeezed a half lemon. He said this is how asparagus should be served. The spears should still be bright green but fork tender. Some people he said poured cheese or sauces over their asparagus but this only served to camouflage the true taste. To drown it out. The delicious subtlety of it. It was like swallowing cum he said. Better if your partner jacked off into your mouth rather than you sucking him to the end. In which case your own saliva would dilute the taste.

He handed me the two steaming oblong plates and said in the near future you’ll do the cooking and choose and pour the appropriate wine and set the table. He said I had much to learn and I agreed. I’d already absorbed so much over the past 20 minutes standing next-to-naked with him in his kitchen. His sperm still deep inside me. I loved his mature presence. He gave my pantied bottom a pat and sent me on my way to the dining room.

He told me I was to always sit on the near side of the slanted table so that I could easily get up to refill his wine or water glass or attend to any of his other needs. He said next time I came over he wanted me to dress fem for him. To be his wife. And as I sat there across the table from him following his lead and eating my asparagus with buttery fingers I smiled inwardly thinking that I would be sitting here wearing wig and makeup and bra and lace panties and thigh-highs and half-heels and with my mouth leaving red lip prints on the edge of my wine and water glass next time. It sent a thrill through me running from my dilated rectum to my throat. I swallowed. This was heaven. Bliss! Exactly what I’d always dreamed of.

My future husband was holding his empty wine glass up however. He was not smiling. This is what I mean when I say you have much to learn he said. My wine glass is empty but you haven’t anticipated this and jumped to refill it.

He went on to say you’ll be my wife in the old-fashioned traditional sense. And as I leapt up to get the frosted Rombauer bottle that antiquated word supper came to mind again.

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So this was what serving the ship’s needs was about, I thought. I was riding the tramp steamer captain’s cock in his cabin on the Pitcairn. He was on his back, and I was saddled on his hips and both rising and falling and rotating on the shaft, driven deep, in every direction imaginable. He had my full attention—and had had it ever since he slapped me around when I came to his room and was forced into giving him a brutal, face-pumping, deep-throating blow job. He then had demanded that I ride him well or he’d beat me—and I had every reason to believe him. In any event, riding him hard this way was giving me as much pleasure as it was him, I thought.

He was into what apparently was his fetish—chocking me during the fuck. He had his big, calloused hands wrapped around my throat, using them to pull me up and down on his cock. I, of course, was doing all I could to anticipate when he pulled me up by rising on my knees with his jerk to take the pressure off my neck.

Before I’d come with him to his cabin after dinner on the Pitcairn when it already was well out to sea, Christophe had taken me out on the deck and to the side of the ship. With a sweep of his arm, he’d taken in the expanse of the wide, empty sea, no sign of land or of another ship evident.

“I want you to think of this when you are with Captain Thorensen,” Christophe said. “We are all alone—isolated—out here on the ocean. Here the captain of a ship is the law, a god unto himself. While he’s fucking you, I want you to be aware that he can take anything he wants from you. He can beat you; he can choke you; he can fist fuck you. You already know he will do this.”

I shuddered at the thought of this, more than half of which was arousal.

Christophe continued. “He can fuck you to death if he wishes, toss your body over the side of the ship, and that will be that. I want you to be thinking of how close you are to the edge of life and of the power he has over you. And then, if you are alive tomorrow, we’ll put that into a story.”

“But he can’t kill me in the story, right?” I asked, trying to make a joke of it—a weak joke, to be sure. “I mean you already have a snuff story for your collection. I can’t die twice in it.”

“There are other collections I can put it in,” he said, pulling away from the rail and walking away a few steps before turning and addressing me again. “I assure you that there is little limit to what I can do to you in a story—and not much in real life, either. And let’s be honest, it’s that edge you came to the South Seas to ride.”

Shuddering again, I turned to see where he was going to find that the captain was standing in the hatch door Christophe was headed to. As Christophe passed Thorensen, I heard him say, “Rough him up as you like; he wants it rough.”

I didn’t remember having said anything of the sort, but here I was, out on the wide, empty sea, as Christophe had said, and there Captain Thorensen was, smiling a little smile and beckoning me to come to him. I did, but as I reached him, his smile morphed into a sneer, he backhanded me hard across my cheek, and I went down on the deck. He simply reached down, hauled me up with his strong arms, slung me over his shoulder, and carried me to his cabin.

He was too strong for me to resist him even if I saw any good that would do. I was exhausted from the other “serving of the ship” I’d done that day.

We had arrived at shipside shortly after lunch, maybe around 1:30 p.m. The crew was still loading the ship with supplies going to smaller islands to the east of Fiji. I was later told that supplies would also be taken on, first in Pago Pago, in American Samoa, and then again, after islands in the Cook Islands had been supplied, in Tahiti, before the ship swung north and came back toward Australia by way of the Line Islands, Kiribati, Tuvalu, and Solomon Islands.

“They’re not ready to cast off yet,” I said. “We’re early.”

“We’re not early,” Christophe responded. “Part of our passage is covered by you helping with the crew’s tasks. I suggest you strip down to your shorts—it’s going to get very hot working out here—and start lending a hand. Besides, they will all want to be able to inspect what the captain has bought for them. I’ll go check out the cabins and start working on the ‘drugged fuck’ story.”

“The cabins?” I asked. “We’re in separate cabins?”

“Yes. I don’t want my sleep interrupted.”

It was only the following night that I understood what he meant by that. The first night, I wasn’t going to get to my assigned cabin. I’d be in Captain Thorensen’s bed.

For the rest of that first afternoon, I worked alongside the crew of the Pitcairn, hauling supplies on board and stacking them “just so” in the hold.

The crew of the Pitcairn was a motley collection and included one surprise. They were made up of various nationalities and colors and ranged from their twenties into their late fifties. There were two things that all but one of them had in common, though. They were body, if not face, topkapı escort beautiful—muscular and cut, little fat on any of them, the result no doubt of the physical demands made on a tramp steamer sailor. The other common denominator is that, throughout the afternoon, they looked at me with slitted eyes and great interest and showed every sign of maintaining hard ons.

The one exception was the surprise—and he stood out in such contrast that I had difficulty figuring out what he was doing on this crew. It was the young blond man who had walked by Christophe and me along the surf line at the gay resort hotel in Suva the previous day and who had let himself be lured into the bush by an old man with an oversized cock. He was working alongside the rest of us, although neither he nor I were able to hoist what the others did. He wasn’t built for the work and he wasn’t built like the others. It wasn’t that he didn’t have good muscle tone. It was that he was willowy and moved like a dancer. There was a natural sensuality and rhythm of movement about him, something slightly androgynous. Something that brought out my arousal in a different way than the men I wanted to fuck me did.

Throughout the afternoon, he stayed close to me. I got the impression he wanted to speak to me, but there were too many others around—too many giving me the eye. Giving him the eye too. I returned his gazes of interest with ones of my own, but I made no attempt to converse with him then. We would be on the sea for weeks. There was always time for that—and time for me to work out why he worked my emotions like no other man did.

Inexplicably, when I watched him, it was I who went hard.

The sailor who showed me where my cabin was later in the afternoon when the ship was under way and pulling away from the harbor at Suva, was all hands—touching me here and there, walking close behind me as he guided me through the narrow corridors of the ship. With a hand on my buttocks he turned me through a doorway and into a tiny room—more like a closet. But there was a bed and built-in cabinets on one wall and a door into what was the smallest head I’d ever seen—only room for a stool toilet and a tiny basin. The cubicle served as a shower too, with a shower head on the wall opposite the toilet and a drain in the floor in front of the toilet.

It was the bed that intrigued me. A single tray bed with high sides all around, The slats rising a good ten inches higher than the top of the mattress. I looked at the sailor, a question on my face.

“For rough seas,” he answered. “So you won’t fall out onto the deck and break your cute little neck.”

“But the holes in its sides?” They were running down both sides and were stacked on top of each other, three to a row. The raised sides looked like Swiss cheese.

“To help the flow of air,” the sailor said.

But the next night—not this night—I found out that the holes weren’t for the flow of air at all.

And this night my ass was the captain’s.

After riding his cock in a chokehold, I lay, splayed on the bed, panting and rubbing my bruised throat, while Thorensen sprawled his massive, Scandinavian frame on a chair across his commodious, well-appointed cabin, swigged beer, ogled me with a lustful stare, and reloaded.

“God, you’re a sweet piece,” he muttered. “Well worth the price. And if I hadn’t been shown your passport, I would never have guessed at your age.”

I was dozing when I heard the snap of the rubber gloves on his hands. I looked over to where he was standing next to the table where he’d arranged his empty beer bottles. There was a can of white grease on the table and black rubber gloves on his hands. I moaned at the realization of what came next. But there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

He fist fucked me bent over the bed, my wrists tied together, arms stretched uselessly over my head, and my legs spread as wide as I could to accommodate as best I could the slow invasion of my channel with his greased fists, one after the other.

When he was done and we both were cleaned up, he took me to his bed, enfolded my body in his arms, and slept the night through with deep breathing and a slight snore.

He took me in a side-splitting fuck in the morning and then he sent me back to Christophe, who, sitting in a deck chair under cover on the port side of the ship, was polishing up a story on a young captive being fucked to death by a pirate captain in his cabin after a sea battle and sinking of the captive’s ship. I arrived in time, hobbling and lurching against corridor walls—not all caused by the rolling of the ship—in time to add color to the story.

* * * *

“Do you mind if I join you?”

The young blond guy I’d dreamed about half the night while Captain Thorensen was fucking me looked up and gave me a look of noncomprehension. I immediately was crushed—rejected before I’d even had a chance.

But, no. He explained his response by telling me in hopelessly broken French şişli escort that he didn’t speak the language. He hadn’t understood what I’d asked.

“How about English, then,” I asked. “I was asking if I could join you.” I had seen that he’d taken his lunch out of the communal mess hall and toward the bow of the ship, where he’d settled on a thick rope coil and turned his face from the ship’s superstructure toward the direction in which we were steaming—east, toward Pago Pago in American Samoa.

That did the trick.

“Yes, English is good. And, yes, please do join me. I’ve been hoping to be able to talk with you.”

Nothing like I’d been hoping for it, I thought, as I settled, cross-legged, on the deck beside the coil, facing north, looking at him in profile and being as surprisingly sexually aroused in looking at him from that perspective as from any other.

“Your English is excellent—an American accent. Are you—?”

“I’m from New Jersey. Toms River,” the young blond answered. “I’ve escaped from NYU for a semester. Your accent is American too, isn’t it?”

“I’m from Philadelphia. On my junior summer escape from Princeton.” Princeton was a hop, skip, and a jump from either Toms River or New York, the home to NYU. I didn’t need to say it; both of us obviously saw the irony of each of us going to the South Seas to meet up with a virtual neighbor. His smile told me he was amused by that too. His smile was luscious.

“I’m Austin,” he said.

“Nathan here. What are you studying at NYU?”

“Theater arts. Dance mostly.”

I would have guessed that. He carried himself like a dancer. It was one of the things that had arrested my view of him. He was different in so many things from other men I looked at . . . interacted with . . . let fuck me. I still couldn’t quite figure out what the overwhelming attraction was. I could only acknowledge that I was drawn to him—sexually.

I continued the conversation. “And you needed to escape from that for a while—the dance?”

“The dance of life, I suppose,” he answered. And then, when I looked at him quizzically. “I’ve had a relationship gone south.”

“She left the dance?”

“He,” he said, looking up at me and giving me a slight smile.

“Ah,” was all I could think of answering to that. For some reason my heart was palpitating at double rhythm. “Ah,” I repeated. “I guess I knew that. I saw you back on the beach in Suva. You went into the bushes with an old man. I wondered—”

“He had an exceptional cock. I just closed my eyes. I’ve found that older men, in general, have much better technique—and are more grateful to a young man who will submit to the fuck than other young men are.”

“Ah, I see. For me, escape from the States was more a learning experience thing. I’m an international relations major. I wanted to hone up on my French. French is still one of the principle languages of diplomacy.”

And I wanted to get away from the vanilla sex of my father’s boyfriend, too, I thought—although he had stretching ways with toys that had put more exotic sexual testing in my mind. I hadn’t come to the southern ocean just for the French. It was also for inventive, free-spirited, and bold Frenchmen, and for sexual testing and variety in experiences. And I hadn’t been disappointed.

“And you are satisfied with what you found?” he asked. “With that writer fellow, Christophe? With the captain? I know you were in his cabin all night. I know what he was doing to you.”

“You know that? How?”

“I know because if you hadn’t been there, I probably would have been. That’s likely where I’ll be tonight—while you are being introduced to other members of the crew. I’ve been fucked nearly nonstop from New Caldonia to Fiji. And not just by the captain, but by the crew as well. You seem to have been taken up in that now too. Did you realize that was what you signed up for on this ship? Is that what you came to the South Seas for?”

“Yes, I’ll have to admit, it is,” I answered, looking directly into his face, not wanting that to be a show stopper for whatever he were moving into here—but not knowing what that could be. Austin obviously wasn’t a power top; he may not even be agreeable to the position he’d been put in and that, evidently, thanks to Christophe and his story needs, I was experiencing as well.

“And it’s not the same with you?” I dove in and asked. “You didn’t come to the South Pacific to gain more and varied sexual experiences?”

There was a pause, but then he reached out and placed his hand on my forearm, and said, “Yes, I came here for that too.”

I ached for him. But there was nothing I could think of doing for him. Two submissive bottoms, he evidently as attracted to me as I was to him. But out here on the isolated sea, at the mercy and the continued beck and call of power tops.

I thought he was about to say something, but we were both alerted to the bellowing of the first mate as he charged out on deck from the ship’s superstructure, bayrampaşa escort followed by other members of the crew.

“All hands on deck. Squall coming. Check the lashings on the tarps.”

Both Austin and I scrambled up to do the first mate’s bidding. As Austin probably already knew and, I understood, I soon was to find out, when the first mate called, you hupped to. And even then he could be very, very cruel.

* * * *

At least initially, I was glad for those strange raised boards all around my bunk. The squall had come and gone, but it had left the sea churning up enough that the tramp steamer was bobbing up and down and back and forth and it had been a real challenge to keeping our chow in our plates long enough to get it eaten at dinner—or in our stomachs afterward, for that matter.

Christophe and I spent the evening going over his collection of stories again, making sure that barebacking had been woven in where it would both foster arousal in the reader and be a natural element in the story.

“I will get a very nice return on these stories,” Christophe said.

I noticed the “I”—that it wasn’t a “we.” It already seemed that I was the one covering our passage to Tahiti. What after that, though? I wondered. I was about to broach the subject when Christopher blindsided me.

“You going to fuck that young blond guy? I think his name is Austin.”

“Excuse me? Me fuck him? You mean top him? I’ve never—”

“I watched the two of you together while the goods were being brought on board and again this afternoon—and he was the guy walking the surf back at the Suva resort who made your cock lurch, wasn’t he? It’s obvious you want to poke him. It’s equally obvious he would like that himself.”

“Obvious to who?” I asked. “Not to me.” But now that someone had said it, yeah, I could see how it would be obvious that I wanted to fuck him. But I’d never topped. I was a submissive bottom. As far as I could see, so was Austin.

“Well, if you get around to it, I have some story ideas that would fit with it.”

“Always the stories with you, isn’t it, Christophe?” I exclaimed, rising from the chair in his cabin—a cabin that was far better appointed than mine was. It made me wonder again what he was doing to earn his passage—other than pimping me out, of course.

“The stories are giving you what you want—what you need,” he retorted. “You could have left me in Suva. You didn’t need me to carry you until the recovery of your funds came through. Surely you figured that out for yourself. You could have just walked along the surf line at the resort, like the guy you’re pinning for, Austin, did the other day. You would have picked up a daddy almost immediately. Just like he did. He didn’t get more than a hundred feet farther on the beach from where you saw him. That an old man was humping him in the bushes just up the beach while you were getting a double from those Brazilians. Young men like you and that Austin can stay on your feet just by lying on your backs and opening your legs. You stayed with me because of the stories—because you wanted what I could give you.”

“I think that’s enough of this for tonight,” I said, as the ship lurched and I had to grab at the edge of a bureau. “Best place for me in this turbulence, I think, is in my bunk. And I need the sleep.”

“On your back on a bed is always the best place for you, I think,” Christophe said with a sneery smile. “And I wouldn’t count on getting much sleep tonight.”

I gave him an ugly stare.

“You know I’m right,” he said, as I turned and did a zigzag approach to the hatch door out into the corridor.

He was right about the lack of sleep, of course. And I found out what the holes in the tall slats rimming my bunk were for. They were for the thick wooden rods that were slid through them.

I was nearly asleep when the men came into the cabin—filling the cabin to overflowing. All of them were naked or quickly getting there. I didn’t have a chance—even if there had been a chance to be had. A couple of them held me down, my face pushed into the mattress, as I heard and felt the slide of the thick rods. They were been inserted in the holes in the side of the bed facing the room and rammed through corresponding holes on the other side. One rod down low, across the back of my neck, holding my head against the mattress. One further down, crossing under my armpits, forcing my arms up and over the side of the bed on one side and laying against the wall on the other, completely incapacitating them.

I was hauled up onto my knees and a rod pushed through just in the back of my knees, holding me in that position, my tail thrust up behind me. I had gone to bed nude, which made it convenient for them. I was completely and effectively entrapped now by the rods holding me in place, with my ass in perfect position for them.

I moaned and slobbered all over the mattress my face was pushed into as one of the crew members ate my ass out and prepared me for what then came—a succession of randy and muscular tramp steamer crew members mounting my ass and fucking me one after the other. Some wore condoms, but several barebacked me, and it wasn’t long before I could hear as well as see their hard cocks sloshing around in the cum their mates had deposited inside me.

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This story follows on from Tommy’s First Year at College, which should be read first. There is a key to the identities of the characters on my Biography page. Click on my name, then on the Biography tab, and then scroll down to the bottom.

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Chapter 41 Martin and Tommy’s Second Martinmas term

Tommy and Martin had after three months now got well settled into their apartment in Saint Saviour’s Street in Camford. By the first Monday of the Martinmas term in Camford University, they had completed their vacation work and checked out their schedule for the next two terms until their exams. A preliminary meeting with their respective college tutors led to them deciding which lecture courses they were going to attend. As usual there was some overlap, but about 50% were different, so they only met perhaps once or twice per day, and even their daytime periods of private study took place in different college libraries. Most nights they ate together at the Sparrowhawk or a student restaurant, but were obliged to dine in their respective colleges twice per week. Of course they fixed the same nights, one of which was Sunday, so that they were able to eat together at lunch and in the evenings about five times a week.

Tommy’s tutor Dr Featherstone had given Tommy at their first tutorial session an outline programme for what he should do in the two terms before the first public examination. He also asked Tommy about his plans for the rest of his course. Tommy said that he wanted to major in Italian for his last two years, and Dr Featherstone said that as Boni’s modern language tutor did not deal with Italian, Tommy would be ‘farmed out’ to a tutor in another college. Dr Featherstone recommended Dr Cagliari, the Italian Tutor at Buckingham College, who some years before had taught Tommy’s brother Luke. “I will get in touch with him next term and arrange a preliminary meeting with you,” he said. “I will also arrange it with the college, because money has to change hands!”

So the term continued, with lectures, reading and some translation work taking up Tommy’s work time, and in his leisure time, he and Martin went to concerts or to the cinema. Full-scale sex only happened about once per week, usually on Saturdays, but whenever one or other of them needed it urgently, a quick blow-job usually sufficed.

Conscious that so much social life in Camford University was concentrated among members of the same college, the Junior Common Room at Boni’s that year had introduced an innovation: a weekly guest night and black-tie dinner for undergraduates to invite members of other colleges to dine with them, or even friends from outside the university. The meal was held in the college function room, adjacent to the Hall and enabled college members with friendships or relationships outside the college to enjoy their friends’ company. The number of places was of course limited, and the price and quality rather higher than the standard college meal, but offered much more scope for hospitality than the old guest-table system. A bar was open until midnight, and all visitors had to be off the premises by 12-30. Tommy availed himself of this opportunity every two weeks and he and Martin were able to enjoy themselves in company together in college. More than 70% of the guests were members of the opposite sex to the hosts, but there were a substantial number of same-sex guests, not all of whom were in relationships of course.

In preparation for the first of these events, the question arose about clothing. Tommy already had the necessary outfit, although he wore it with reluctance, because his fathers had insisted on buying him a dinner suit as soon as he had stopped growing. Martin, on the other hand, did not have such garments, so he went to one of the top men’s outfitters in Camford and purchased a very expensive number, together with a frilly dress shirt with lace collar and cuffs. His tie too was of fine silk, though it was impossible to distinguish it from Tommy’s cotton-polyester tie! “I’ve persuaded my father to foot the bill for this outfit!”, he said.

However, Martin had got what he had paid for: the black and white outfit suited his slim figure admirably. He looked stunning. The first time Martin put it on, Tommy looked at his handsome red-haired friend and was filled with both tenderness and lust at his beauty. He got an immediate hard-on and wished for nothing else but to strip his friend naked and ravish him.

Tommy decided to make the first of these dinners his official coming-out in the college, so he introduced Martin to all his college friends as his boyfriend. This caused some surprise among his acquaintances, but was welcomed by those who knew him well. They now understood why he had decided to spend his second year living out. Carol, who attended one of the dinners with yet another boyfriend, and to the latter’s annoyance spent quite some time şişli escort talking to Martin, was clearly impressed with the figure he cut, and she allowed him to buy her a drink. The boys would both come on foot to the dinner, as they did not want to cycle home if they were the worse for drink. They walked home rather unsteadily, hand-in-hand.

Towards the end of term, Tommy was invited to attend the President’s drinks party with other second-year students. Three such parties were held for each year of study of the undergraduates, and the President and his wife circulated with drinks, snacks and conversation. It followed the usual pattern of such events, finishing promptly five minutes before formal dinner at 7 pm. The President read assiduously the labels on the students’ lapels, and when he came to Tommy and saw his name he said, “You must be Jonathan Singleton-Scarborough’s son.”

“Yes,” replied Tommy, “both my fathers are honorary fellows of Boni’s. They were one of the first gay couples in the college to come out of the closet, back in the 1980s.”

“And this academic year, across the whole of the junior college members, I understand that we have ten gay and three Lesbian couples in the college that are out of the closet. How many there are still in the closet of course, I have no idea!” said the President. “Of course my predecessor, Lady Howarth, was a big supporter of the gay community in the university, to the extent that her marriage broke up when she defended her gay son against his father! How things have changed since then! Are you gay yourself, and if so, is your partner a member of the college?”

“Yes I am, and no, my partner’s at Sanguis,” replied Tommy. “He’s the reason that I am living out of college this year! The following year I shall, all being well, be in Italy on an Erasmus year, but I will be back living in college for my final year.”

“l hope that you have a successful Erasmus year, and good results in your first public exam,” said the President, and moved on.

On Wednesday of the last week of term, the chapel choir held a public Advent carol service. Martin said that he wanted to come and hear Tommy sing, and they would go on to the Venezia for a meal afterwards. Most of the visitors had to sit in the ante-chapel, but Tommy arranged for Martin to sit in the main body of the chapel. One of the numbers was Orlando Gibbons’ anthem This is the record of John, and Tommy sang the tenor solo. Afterwards, Martin said, “I never realized how well you can sing. Maybe you should consider professional musical training like your father David!”

Chapter 42 Christmas at Rockwell’s Barn

It was Christmas before Martin made his first visit to Rockwell’s Barn. Since Tommy’s grandparents had moved in, they occupied the second largest bedroom on the first floor. That room had previously been the guest bedroom, but the latter was now moved to the top floor, adjacent to the prayer room, which, when he was staying there, Tommy used for his evening prayers. At night, they had that floor to themselves, and as their room was adjacent to the study, they could also do vacation reading undisturbed by the rest of the house. David’s parents now had difficulty with steps, and found the lift that with great foresight had been installed when the house was converted from a barn, very valuable to them to move around the house.

As this was Martin’s first meeting with David’s parents, he had to undergo the ordeal which everyone who joined the Scarborough family had to undergo, of ‘evaluation.’ Thirty years before, this had first happened when Jon became David’s partner, and was now a sort of routine. What Mr Scarborough had originally considered as a scrutinizing process had now lost most of its ‘third degree’ character, and just become a friendly interrogation, much less demanding than the ordeal that Martin had been put through by Jon and David, but nevertheless involving pretty shrewd questioning. However, this time Tommy and Martin were interviewed together, and most of the hard questions centred around Tommy’s bisexuality. “Since you both want children, how are you going to manage it? By adoption, by surrogacy or by one of you finding an accommodating woman? asked Mr Scarborough.

“Tom and Luke were very successful finding a mother for their children. Maybe we could do the same,” said Tommy.

“But will you ever find a woman prepared to become number three in a man-man relationship?” asked Mr Scarborough. “It’s going to require a lot of love and self-control! I’m not really expecting you to answer these questions at this stage. You’ve both got to graduate and get jobs before you can even consider civil partnership or marriage and family life. But it’s important that you consider all the alternative ways of becoming parents and bear in mind all the consequences, because the wrong decision then could not just get you into deep water, but could destroy your relationship.”

“If beşiktaş escort we went down Tom and Luke’s route, it would have to be Tommy who fathered the babies. I couldn’t touch a woman!” said Martin.

“Tommy, could you father a child and still let Martin fuck you?” asked Mr Scarborough to Tommy’s total surprise.

Not wanting to enter into sexual details with his grandfather, Tommy said, “Yes, if we could find the right kind of woman without money coming into the transaction. But I know that the law is so heavily weighted in favour of the woman that we couldn’t just expect her to give birth, feed her baby for six months and then walk out of our lives. We would want to share parenthood with her, and even perhaps marry her as long as she was happy with moving into a household with two men. But all this has to be a long time into the future. Finding the right woman might prove impossible.”

“Well, I think that we have carried out as much discussion as possible. Things might change in the next few years. Welcome to the family, Martin. My descendants are a crazy lot!” And the old man kissed him and said, “and now, let’s have a drink!”

The only other family staying for Christmas and New Year were Cathy, Tommy’s sister and her husband Edmund and baby Hugh. Luke, Tommy’s brother could never leave Trabizona over the holiday period, and Dom and Sandro and their daughters were spending Christmas at Getheringthwaite with Dom’s brother’s family to meet their new nephew, the future Marquess, Gregory Philip Henry Thomas Overton, who was now nearly a year old.

Rockwell’s Barn had a 15-metre indoor pool. In the days before Cathy’s family arrived, Jon said to Tommy and Martin “You boys are welcome to use the pool in the mornings, David and I use it in the afternoons. But if you want to swim naked, please close the blinds on the window into the hall. No-one wants to see two naked men with partial erections fooling around in the water!”

Tommy blushed. He whispered to Martin, “I never thought of nude swimming, but it seems a nice idea!” Martin just grinned. “But we’d better not do it when Cathy is in the house,” continued Tommy, “she will complain, as she always has done about nude swimming, as if we were going to pee in the water or something! Personally I love Hockney’s paintings of naked men swimming. If I had money to spare, I would buy an original.”

Christmas followed its usual Ixton pattern. Tommy accompanied his fathers and grandparents to the midnight mass in the parish church. Martin assisted Jon in cooking the Christmas dinner, as much preparation having been done as possible the previous day. The lady who cooked for David’s parents came and assisted in the kitchen for a couple of hours, but had then to leave to see to her own family, who were home for the festive season.

The weather was mild that year, and on Boxing Day, Jon, David, Tommy and Martin and Cathy and Edmund all went for a long walk, while little Hugh stayed with his great-grandparents. On their return, they all, including David’s parents and Hugh, went for a pre-booked late lunch at the village pub, the Jellycotes Arms. The family had had a close association with the pub ever since Jon had stayed there when he was helping the builders reconstruct Rockwell’s Barn, and about the beginning of the twenty-first century he had bought the pub to ensure its continued existence in an era when country pubs were being closed and turned into private houses. When he had found a good tenant, he was careful to charge a rent that was adequate to maintain the building, and improve it where necessary, but never to be so exorbitant that the tenant could not make a comfortable living. As usual Tim Ingledown was a fund of useful advice about rentals.

One morning between Christmas and the New Year, Jon and David summoned Cathy and Tommy to a meeting. “We need to discuss money,” Jon said. “David’s parents have been talking to me. When they moved in here, they put the proceeds for the sale of their house at Loxton, plus most of their savings, into a fund managed by Tim Ingledown. Its income will maintain them until they both die. The proceeds of the fund will then be divided among their grandchildren: Luke, you two, Jeroen’s two children Andrew and Maria in Switzerland and Sandro and Bianca. David has no need of their money and there will be inheritance tax to pay, but whatever you get will be in cash and will be yours to do what you like with. What I want to talk to you two and Luke, whom I shall call up on Skype in a moment, about is the disposal of our property after David and I are both dead, and Tim Ingledown our trustee will of course be dead too by then. David and I have left our estates to each other, so the question of disposal will only arise after the second death.

“The main question is the fate of this house. I want it to remain in the family, so it would be useful to know which family member would like to live here permanently, taksim escort and not use it as we have so often done in the past, as a place to spend weekends only. The same applies in lesser measure to the rest of our personal real estate: the flat in London, the house in Heemstede, the house in Montecatini-Terme, and the tiny little house in Madeira, not to mention the Jellycotes Arms. We would like each of you eventually to own something and wish to avoid selling any of the properties. Obviously not all the properties have the same value, but I don’t think that matters if each one of you gets his or her first choice.”

It was agreed that Cathy would get Rockwell’s Barn, Luke would get the house in Montecatini-Terme, and Tommy would get the house in Heemstede and the Jellycotes Arms. The three would share ownership of the London flat and they left open the fate of the house in Madeira. Everyone was happy with their choice, and David and Jon arranged to see Tim Ingledown to amend their wills.

The boys enjoyed the holiday period. Each morning they had a swim before breakfast and then spent three hours on their vacation reading, avoiding mutual distractions like snogging, and after a brief lunch went out early for a walk. The weather was cold, but dry, and Tommy showed Martin several of his favourite walks. Several times in isolated spots, one or other of them would stop, clutch the other tightly and kiss him passionately. When Tommy was in his arms, Martin thought of Whitman’s words,

We two boys together clinging, /one the other never leaving. Often too, they walked holding hands.

Mr and Mrs Scarborough decided not to sit up to see the New Year in, but the rest of the family went, as they had done for years, to the Rockwells for supper and drinks. On January 2, Cathy, Edmund and Hugh returned home to Richmond and Tommy and Martin returned to Camford the following day. The following week, term began.

Chapter 43 Introducing Kenneth

One afternoon, late in January, Tommy and Martin found that their lecture had been cancelled, and left with a couple of free hours, they went to the Fitness Centre for a swim. They each swam 50 lengths, not racing, but keeping pretty well together. On emerging from the water, they went to the communal showers and took off their swimwear and began to wash themselves and their hair. Another guy entered the shower area and positioned himself next to the boys, placing himself so that he could inspect their genitals without appearing to do so. He pulled off his swimming shorts and began to wash his hair, closely observing the two men as he did so. Martin grinned at Tommy when it became apparent that the man was developing a fairly obvious hard-on, which seemed to cause him no embarrassment. “Do you two lads fancy a drink?” he asked, as they stepped out of the shower and began to dry themselves.

The man did not look like a lecherous old queen. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, and was tanned, muscular and fit-looking. His physique was certainly an advantage if he was looking for a pickup. So the boys, having looked at one another, said yes. They all got dressed and adjourned to the bar.

“What will you have?” he asked them.

Both asked for WLB, as West London Bitter was known, and two pints appeared on the bar. The stranger ordered a third for himself and they all went and sat near the window. “Do you come here often?” he asked them. “Not as often as we would like,” said Martin, “we don’t have much time during term. We’re only here today because a lecture was cancelled. What about you?”

“I’m a PhD student,” he said, “in history. I spend hours each day in the Watsonian, and I need a regular dose of exercise to keep fit. I also have a part-time job in a bookshop, which keeps me busy on Saturdays and Sundays. What do you two do? I presume that you’re students?”

“Yes, we’re second-years, both reading Classics.”

“I don’t know a lot of people in Camford, because I did my first degree in Birmingham. Are either of you interested classical music?”

“Yes, we both are.”

“I’m also a musician. I play the oboe in a small chamber orchestra. We have a concert on Thursday evening in Islip College. Would you be interested in coming? Tickets are only £5. It’s at 8 pm, and you could come and have a drink with the orchestra afterwards.” As they had no other commitments that night, Tommy and Martin agreed to come. They then said goodbye and left.

On the Thursday, after a quick meal at the Sparrowhawk, the boys walked to Islip College and bought tickets. They were fairly close to the front. The programme was very enjoyable. There was a Mozart symphony, a couple of works for string orchestra and a Haydn symphony. The concert finished soon after ten, and the boys accompanied the musicians to the nearest pub. They broke up into groups to buy beer. Somehow, their host, who introduced himself as Kenneth MacAlpin, managed to secure a seat between Martin and Tommy at a table some distance from the other musicians. As they sipped their beer, Kenneth McAlpin unobtrusively slipped his arm round the waist of each of them. “Although this isn’t the Randy Soldier,” he said, naming one of Camford’s gay pubs, “I know that you’re both gay. Are you an item?”

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Thomas and Niko in the City of Trees – Chapter 16

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My legs are pretty tired by the time I get close to home. I’ve just done so much goddamn walking. Maybe it was the three-hour nap I took in the middle of the day, but I’m having some trouble shaking this surreal feeling. I can hardly remember the end of my conversation with Owen, nor making up my mind to leave the park. I do remember specifically asking him not to tell anyone. If anything about our discussion offended him, it was that. He must not have liked the implication, because his response was to say I know him better than that. I really don’t, but whatever. I end up feeling quite a bit of gratitude towards him by the time I’m entering my neighborhood. He’s given me some peace of mind, which you can probably guess is something I’m pretty hard-up for at the moment.

My mom is up. She’s looking pretty put together, even though it’s still a long time before her shift starts. She’s sitting up on the couch, watching one of her shows. She looks happy to see me, and even pauses her show to say hi. I lean down and kiss her on the top of her head. It’s just a little thing I do when she seems like she’ll be receptive to it. I can usually tell when she’s having a good week, and I figure this must be one.

“What happened to you?” she says. She’s talking about the way I smell and my appearance, which I’m sure has reached a new level of disheveled.

“I was camping with some friends,” I say.

“Well, go clean yourself up.”

“I will.”

Her eyes catch mine before I go down the hall. “Are you doing okay, Niko?”

The fact that she’s asking just makes me so fucking happy, I could cry. “I’m doing fine, Mom.”

I go and shower, then collapse on my bed. I’m lying there in nothing but a black pair of underwear. I spent plenty of time soaping up, getting myself clean and fresh, but after all that, I don’t feel any different. I turn on my side and think about who in this world I could talk to, if I needed to talk to someone right at this moment. It turns out I don’t know very many people. Not really. I think about my last year ever of high school, and this fucking wreck of a half-season that has followed.

I guess I’m thinking about a lot. It’s crazy to me just how fucked up everything got. I keep trying to reason my way through it, but I get so overwhelmed so quickly that I have to back away, let it fade to static and tell myself everything will turn out all right. I did all this for him, but somehow he’s still not someone I really want to see right now. I’m angry at him. I’m angry at both of us, for not even trying to imagine how it was all going to feel afterwards—how he and I would feel about each other. I want to believe it will work out. Life fucking finds a way, and all that. But right now, it feels an awful lot like I’ve lost everything. That’s what gets me crying. I start crying like I haven’t in a pretty long time. I’m crying because I might not talk to Lexie ever again. I’m crying because my friendship with Thomas Chu will never be the same, a fact that no longer seems exciting or good.

For at least half an hour, it seems like all I can do is cry. Everyone says you’ll feel better if you let yourself do it, and you know what? Everyone’s right. I get this strange sense of peace afterwards, even if I’m no less confused than before. Just fuck it all.

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The next morning, I’m back in that little coffee shack like none of this bullshit even happened. Not a word from Thomas has landed on my phone. That’s fine—I haven’t said a word to him, either. I can’t speak for him, but here’s what I’m thinking: We did a bad thing. We let it go on for too long, and now we’re paying for it. It doesn’t feel even remotely right to get together and celebrate anything. Shit, it hardly feels right to talk to each other. That’s our punishment. We got exactly what we had coming.

I work my entire shift holding tight to this mindset, but by the end of it, I’m kind of longing to hear the familiar rumble of that old Lexus pulling into the lot. I’m wondering how it would be if he showed up, what the hell he might come up with to say to me. Personally, I wouldn’t feel the need for us to say anything. I’d be happy just to see him smiling and waving from the driver’s seat, shoulders bare and tanned brown. He could drive away after that and I wouldn’t care. It would be enough just to know he’s doing all right.

When I’m about halfway home, I bağcılar escort make up my mind that if I’m so goddamn worried about him, I should just check in. So I send him a text that says, “Are you doing okay today?”

My phone starts buzzing, which scares the shit out of me for some reason. He’s calling. I happen to be walking past an alley and I turn down it because the road I’m on is pretty loud. I pick up the call.

“Could you just come over?” is the first thing out of his mouth.

“Sure.”

“Okay, see ya,” he says, and then he just fucking ends the call.

I show up at the Chu household about fifteen minutes later. All it takes is a brief walk up that lush front lawn to get me feeling a little better. I have to use my spare key to open the front door. It looks like no one else is home. I go back to his bedroom and find him in bed with a pillow over his head. He lifts it, takes one look at me and lets it fall back over his face.

“The neighbor died,” he says.

“Who?”

“The old man through the wall. He’s dead. That’s why he never came back.”

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“It’s fine,” he says. “None of us knew him that well.”

I turn his desk chair around so it’s facing the bed and sit down. “I had to unlock the door,” I say.

“My dad probably thought everyone was out of the house this morning. I didn’t tell him I was skipping work.”

“Have you been in bed all day?”

“Mostly.”

I wish I could see his expression. It’s hard to get a read on things through that fucking pillow.

“How is everything?” he says.

“Shitty.”

“Same here.” Finally, he throws his pillow aside. He sits up and looks me in the eyes. “What was it like when you told her?”

Damn, he’s really putting it to me point-blank. I wish I could give him a clear answer. I really do. It’s just that I haven’t been letting myself relive that particular moment—not even a little. It just hurts too much. I struggle for a minute before saying, “It felt like it was all coming through a filter.”

He looks at me for a long time. “Did she cry?”

“Of course she cried.”

“Madison cried a lot,” he says. “It got so bad at one point, I started thinking none of this was worth it. I was just searching around for anything I could say to make it better.”

“There’s nothing you can say,” I tell him.

He just nods. Man, he’s looking pretty sad. Quite a bit of time passes where neither of us says anything. He only speaks up when I shift in the chair and rest my feet on the bed.

“What happened with Driggs—that was fucked up.”

“I know.”

“It really made me stop and think about things,” he says.

“Yeah,” I say. “Me too.”

“We’ve been incredibly reckless with this whole thing. We acted like we could get away with anything. We thought we were untouchable.”

I don’t know what the hell he wants me to say. I agree. We behaved recklessly, and we shouldn’t have. But it’s all over now.

“After you told Lexie,” he continues slowly, “did you ask her not to tell anyone else?”

“Of course I didn’t—don’t tell me you said that shit to Madison.”

He pauses. “No.”

“I can’t believe you think it would be appropriate to ask anything of them, after what we’ve done.”

“I don’t.”

I’m looking at him now. I’m trying to understand. “Why are you bringing it up?”

“I just don’t want everyone finding out.”

Jesus Christ, he’s out of his mind, I’m telling you. I’m feeling pretty defiant by this point, so I say, “Yeah, well, I told Owen already, so good luck with that.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“He found me in the park yesterday, after I was with Lexie. He kept asking what was wrong, so I just told him. I didn’t know what else to do.”

Thomas is looking at me like he doesn’t know me. “You could’ve kept your mouth shut, for one thing.”

I turn away. I’m just looking out his small bedroom window. “I needed to talk to somebody, bad. Besides, he said he wouldn’t tell.”

“Niko, listen, we can’t just go telling people like that.”

He’s making a show of being patient with me, which irritates me more than you can believe. “Why not?”

“Are you even listening to yourself? Jesus, dude, anyone could find out.”

“Like anyone gives a fuck, in this day and age.” I’m practically yelling at him now, I’m so annoyed. “Guess bahçelievler escort what, we’re not in high school anymore. All that petty shit isn’t going to matter when you’re five hundred miles away from the place you grew up.”

He glares at me, then says quietly, “My dad gives a fuck.”

Here’s the thing: Thomas doesn’t look angry anymore. He looks scared. I want to tell him his dad will get over it, but to be honest with you, I’m not sure he will. I know even less about the guy’s inner workings than Thomas does, which is to say, very little. I calm down, at least to the point that I’m not raising my voice anymore. I say, “We have to accept the reality of people finding out about us. We took that on the second the second we told the girls.”

“I don’t know what I took on,” he says. “I just know I couldn’t keep lying to Madison. Every day with her, every fucking second…it all turned into one big lie.” He pauses. He’s got this occupied look on his face, like he’s trying to rationalize through the whole fucking thing all over again. His dark eyes land back on me. “I couldn’t stop this shit with you. I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried.”

“Don’t call it ‘this shit’.”

He looks down. “Sorry. You know that’s not what I mean. I just don’t understand why we have to be out in open about it all of a sudden. I only wanted the girls to know. No one else.”

“Oh come on,” I say. “How many people do you think they’re going to tell?”

“I don’t know,” he says. He looks up at me accusingly. “Maybe it’s not them I should be worried about.”

“Will you fucking get over it? I told one other person. You start living your life a certain way, and guess what? People end up finding out sooner or later. There’s just no getting around it.”

“I think you misunderstood what’s going on here, Niko,” he says. He’s getting pretty worked up. “You and I can’t seem to stop touching each other’s dicks. That’s all we know. I guess to you that means we’re both standing in the closet, just waiting for the right moment to come out. Well maybe that’s who you are, but it’s not me.”

I can’t remember the last time something he said filled me with so much anger. Something about it gets me so upset, I can’t handle another minute in his bedroom. I stand up and take a few steps toward the door, just to make it crystal-clear to him that I’m on my way out. “You’re out of your fucking mind, you know that? A completely different person called me from San Francisco last week. I don’t know who the hell he was, but he’s definitely not in this room right now.”

“Come on—don’t leave,” he says.

I pause with my hand on the doorknob. I look right at him and say, “The night of the party, when you pulled me into your dad’s room—remember that? You told me to say the word. Tell me you remember.”

“I remember,” he says. He’s got the blanket pulled halfway up his face.

“Well I’m saying it now: I’m gay. And man, you lucked out, because if I wasn’t, that shit you pulled on me at the beginning would have backfired so bad on you. Pinning me down…shoving your hand down my pants—”

“Stop it,” he says. “Fucking shut your mouth.” He’s starting to cry.

“That night at the party, you told me who you were.”

“Fuck you,” he says through his tears. “I never said the word.”

“It’s doesn’t matter if you say it. It’s just a word. You’re not into girls, the same way I’m not.” I’ve been trying to put up a tough front, but I can feel the edges starting to fray now. There are tears in my eyes, too. My voice gets soft and low. “I can’t believe you’re fucking backing down now. After all this bullshit we put ourselves through.”

He disappears completely beneath the blanket.

“Oh, nice,” I say. “You’re going to keep hiding your face from me, just because you don’t like the conversation. You’re such a fucking coward.” I’m pretty sure that will fish him out again, but it doesn’t work. “You’re better than this, Thomas,” I say. “We’ve known each other too long for me to accept that this is the real you.” And with that, I fucking walk out the door. I hear the garage door opening, so I hurry out the front before I run into anyone. I set out for home again.

Thomas calls me three times before I pick up.

“I don’t want to be your boyfriend,” is the first thing out of his mouth. I’m telling you, he’s completely forgotten how to start a phone call. şirinevler escort

“No one said anything about that.”

There’s nothing but silence on his end for a good ten seconds. I sit down in the grass. Don’t ask me who’s lawn I’m sitting on. I don’t fucking know.

He clears his throat. “I guess I’m saying it now.”

“Okay.”

“You want me to be your boyfriend.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.”

I swear, I’m inches away from ending the call. But you know what I do? I rein it in. I take a breath, and I ask him to explain himself.

“You’d say yes, if I asked you.”

“So?”

“I don’t want to be in a relationship when I go to college. Not with anybody, and that includes you.” He pauses. “Maybe you most of all.”

“What does that mean?”

“If I lose you, then I lose everything we have. All those years. Getting stuck in the bathroom together, singing along to JT, crying over my mom being gone—all of it, dude.”

We both get pretty quiet after he says that. Slowly, I’m starting to see his side of things. In true Thomas fashion, he’s taken his sweet time arriving at what he meant to say all along. “You won’t lose me,” I say.

“I might,” he says. “Us getting together right before college—is that really want you want?”

“I don’t know,” I say slowly. I decide I’d better make things clear. “But I do know I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you, too, Niko. When Driggs found us the other night…remember what I did?”

I remember that moment and the feeling of his hand grabbing hold of mine so clearly, it’s almost like he never let go. I tell him of course I do. He’s quiet on the other end. That fucking silence between us keeps creeping back in. I don’t normally mind it, but today it’s freaking me out a little. “So what are we supposed to do?” I say.

“I wish I knew.” He sighs. “I’m not ready to tell the whole world. I’m not ready to take that official step with you—the one that everybody just loves to latch onto and call the fucking greatest thing on earth.” He pauses. “I don’t know man…don’t you ever feel like we already have each other?”

Believe me, there is such a thing as smoke-and-mirrors Thomas. I know that version of him well. But that’s not who I’m talking to right now. He’s saying these things because it’s what he really feels. I know now that even if I do have a different way of looking at all this, it won’t do either of us any good for me to try and get my way. So I say the only thing left to say: “Yeah…I do.”

“I keep trying to do everything, all at once,” he says. “I keep treating everything in my life like there’s no time left, and I better just jump in headfirst. I’ve been doing that shit since my mom died. But you know what she would say. Come on, man, you know. She’d tell me there’s all the time in the world.”

“It’s true,” I tell him. “She would say that.”

“I’ve got school coming up—and fuck, man, two-a-days start Wednesday, so I’ll have to work evenings.”

“I know.”

“There’s a lot going on in both our lives. A lot of changes about to happen.”

“Yeah.”

“Listen,” he says. “I need to get my dad off my back. I think he knows I skipped work, so I better come up with a good excuse.”

I doubt he’s bullshitting me, since his dad gets pretty cranky about those things. “Tell him you were hungover as fuck.”

He laughs. “I’m sure that would go over well.”

I tell him goodbye. After we hang up, I’m just sitting in the grass for a while. I lie back and look up at the sky. I think it’s time to swallow my pride. Thomas is showing more maturity than I want to admit. He certainly didn’t start things off that way, earlier in his room. But he got there eventually. There’s nothing I can say to argue, to show him the right way of looking at things. It’s clear his mind is already made up, and besides, I’m not too sure I’m the one who’s right anymore.

But I keep getting this feeling in the pit of my stomach, and after thinking on it a while, I realize what’s causing it. He definitely right about one thing: I would have been his boyfriend. In a second. Maybe that shows I’m less mature than him, or maybe I’m just willing to trust that things will work out in the end. I trust him. Maybe I’m taking this as a sign that he doesn’t trust me back.

People have a hard time trusting others. I’ve known that shit for a long time. You can hardly blame them. There’s so much deceit going on in this world, it’ll make you crazy if you let yourself think about it too much. A great example is this lady who’s asking me to get off her grass right now. She doesn’t trust that I’m only here to lie down and rest. So I employ the one decent option left at my disposal in situations like this. I say sorry for bothering her, and I get up and leave.

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I was on a hunting trip with four of my buddies. Two of them I had been out with previously at this beautiful site in the Colorado mountains, and two others that I worked with I had invited to come along, as I knew they liked to hunt. I myself did not hunt, but love the wilderness and the camping experience.

As bad luck, or good, would have it my two regular hunting partners got called away on a family need for the evening, promising to return the next day.

Camp was set, I had a cushy bed in a pop up since the space was open, and my two work friends had a sizable tent, nothing spectacular but roomy enough for six.

We ate dinner, which I cooked up, and served. We all ate a great meal and I offered to take their plates and put them in the trash bag we had set up. As I took their plates, one of them, Ben, said “nice meal.”

I said “thanks,” and he replied, “you’re the camp bitch!” and chuckled.

I told him to fuck off and we all laughed. Even so, there was a glance between them that I noticed, and they noticed that I noticed.

Soon it was dark and a fire was roaring, as we all sat around it. Those two sat next to each other, and I sat across, and we had some fun in conversation and passed around a fifth of Wild Turkey 101.

After some time, we were all feeling the gobbler, and things got quiet as we stared into the fire, reflecting on whatever.

There was a definite period of silence, then my camp mate Ben, who earlier had labelled me the camp bitch, asked why I kept looking at gay websites at work? I knew I was caught. My job as a salesman was boring and I did my share of surfing to seek out a boner session when I could. Keep in mind that this was the late 90s, so I was a bit naïve about what could be tracked, and even if it was. Apparently, it was.

“What are you talking about?” I stammered with a voice that was less than believable.

“We know all about you and fagnet,” said my other co-worker, Chris.

“Not cool,” I said, “how is that any of your business?”

“It’s not,” Ben said, “but you know I’m a network admin, and I see what I see.”

The silence was deafening as we all stared into the fire, it crackled and sparks flew up into the cool night air.

After a minute or so, I asked, “so what, you’re going to out me and humiliate me?”

There was obvious concern on my face in the light of the fire, and I tried to make eye contact to let each of them know that I would kick their ass if it came to that.

Quietly, Chris offered up, “we were just curious.”

After a few seconds of contemplation, I asked, “curious about me, or curious about it?

They both sat there for a moment, not looking at each other, but there was a connection that all three of us could feel around the firelight. Some kind of barrier had been cracked. I remained silent and apprehensive. I was not sure where in hell this was going.

“Both,” Chris suddenly said. Ben looked at him and then looked at me, and shook his head in affirmation.

I waited a moment, gave a glance around at the dark space that enveloped us outside of the light of the fire, and then asked, “so you want to know what it is like to have a guy touch you?”

“No way man, that’s not it!” Ben said, too quickly to be believable.

Chris followed after a moment with, “I’m interested in both. What’s it like?”

Even though the firelight was low, I could see a lust in Chris’s eyes. I knew he was hardening up, ever so slightly. He shifted in his camp chair, as Ben stared into the fire, refusing to look at either of us. This conversation was going into interesting places.

I let the tension build, and I knew that both young men were here out in the wilderness, with no one around for miles, and they were without women and horny. Ben adjusted as he shifted over.

“So, what are you guys looking for,” I asked over the campfire coals, “someone to blow you?”

They immediately looked at each other, fell silent, and I waited. After a little bit of time, Chris chimed up and said, “I guess so.” In a quiet voice.

The fire crackled, and I had them both, by the balls, so to speak. I waited, and then after a bit of time I said, “I think you want something, but I don’t trust either of you.”

They looked at each other in confusion, as if a plan had been foiled. Then Ben said, “What do you mean by trust? You can trust us.”

Again, I waited. I stopped looking at either of them, continued looking at the fire, and got my courage up. Then I said, “if you want to satisfy some curiosity, and obviously you both know I am into it, then each of you has to put me in your mouth for at least ten seconds, or I am going to go to bed, and if you say anything about this I will simply tell everyone you did it anyway.”

“You wish,” Ben said.

“No, you wish,” I replied.

We sat their thinking about what had just transpired. The fire had started to die down, but the obvious erections had not.

“You either want this, or you don’t,” I said, and then stood up and walked towards them both. Their fındıkzade escort eyes widened in surprise and anticipation. I slowly unbuttoned my pants, and said, “you each suck me for 10 seconds each, and I will suck you both until you cum.”

“No way,” Ben said without much conviction. I walked closer, unzipping my pants and moving towards Chris whom I was quite certain wanted a taste. I said, “just ten seconds, that way I know you won’t tell. If you don’t suck me, then you will tell everyone that I am a faggot, and go to bed with hard-ons”

“I’m not ready for that. I’m not gay,” Ben said with a side of hesitation, and a hint of remorse for revealing his want of release.

“OK” I replied, and, and turned back towards my camp chair.

I was just about to sit down when Chris said, “wait, I won’t tell, and neither will Ben. I want to try it.” ¬¬

I looked at Ben and he shied away, looking at the embers again.

“If we’re all not in,” I exclaimed, looking at Ben with my hardon clearly visible through my unzipped pants, “then the deal is off. And if any of you mentions it to anyone, regardless of what happened here, I will say you did it.”

Ben’s eyes got wider and I could see the doubt and sexual frustration pass his face in the dim light. He knew he wanted it, and I wanted it, and Chris wanted it.

I walked back toward both of them. Chris had a look of lust that I can’t explain with words. I exposed my fully erect seven-inch cock to him. He reached up and put his hand around it, and examined it like it was the first time he had ever touched another man, which was probably the truth. Slowly he leaned forward, and he took the head into his mouth, and then eased down on it, moving to the base, and then back and forth from tip to root. He was genuinely enjoying it.

After ten seconds, I said, “now Ben’s turn.”

Ben looked up at me and made a suggestion, “how about you suck off Chris first, and then we’ll move forward, and I’ll make up my mind then?”

“No,” I exclaimed, “you will tell on us both.”

Chris looked over at his friend, and said, “he’s right, you know? Just do it, it wasn’t so bad.”

Chris took his hand off my cock, and I moved over an positioned my rigid member right in front of Ben’s mouth. I moved forward until it touched his lips. He opened his mouth and took it in, as far as he could. When it hit the back of his throat, he gagged a bit, but kept sucking for about 5 seconds.

“There you go,” Ben said, releasing my cock from his mouth, “ten seconds.”

“Not quite,” I whispered, “but close enough.”

Then I pointed my erect member back at Chris, and he was ready. Ben watched as he readily sucked it again, this time holding my balls gently as he enjoyed his first experience blowing another man. He worked it like a pro, back and forth like the most willing whore on the block. His eyes were closed, and Ben seemed to be taken aback and absolutely fixated all at the same time at the scene before him. He licked his lips involuntarily as Chris willingly did his best to please me.

I pulled out of Chris’s mouth after about 20 seconds. Honestly, I was getting close to cumming. He looked up at me with disappointment. Then I said without hesitation, “I want you to both cum in my mouth, Ben first.”

Ben snapped out of his trance of watching his buddy suck me off. He looked up at me and for a second, I thought he was going to chicken out even after all that had already transpired. I got down on my knees in front of Ben and asked him to stand up and take his pants down. He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, and I took hold of each side and helped him take his pants and underwear down to his ankles. While this was happening, Chris also unzipped and let his nicely helmeted member come free.

I went down on Ben with slow and cool precision, savoring the moment and lapping up the taste of his nice, seven inch hard and veined cock. I cannot tell you how awesome it was to be up and downing on a fantastic erect penis, outside of a campfire, in the wilderness, with another one waiting. I had always fantasized about sucking Ben off, and now it was coming true.

While I was sucking and giving Ben the best head that I could provide, I kept looking up at Chris, who now had his own cock out and was watching us with intensity, slowly stroking himself up and down. We were all outed, and he knew what was coming.

Ben was so worked up that in less than two minutes his breathing become labored, and with whimper he came in buckets, and I took three swallows from the head to take it all in, then went down as far as I could, and compressed his hardon gently as I milked it up to the tip, making sure I got out the remaining seed. He squirmed a bit, as a sensitive cock does, but then allowed me to release the entire thing, licking my lips as I looked up at him lustily.

“All good?” I asked. He leaned back in his chair and said, “that was awesome, thanks.” Then he looked over at Chris who was still watching intently aksaray escort and slowly stroking his cock. I could tell he wasn’t far from finishing, so I moved his hand away, positioned myself in front of him, and put just the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it while lightly sucking. I ran my fingers across his hanging balls and slowly tickled them, matching the pace of my massage on his head. Within seconds he started squirming a bit, and then exclaimed, “oh my God, I’m going to cum!”

I took that cue and put his entire six-and-a-half-inch cock to the back of my throat, and sucked in earnest. He literally painted my throat with his ejaculation, and I gagged and then eagerly swallowed as his hips bucked uncontrollably beneath my firmly planted mouth.

Ben looked on, with what I took as a face of disbelief at what had just happened to him, and what had just happened to Chris. Just as I had done with Ben, I milked the remaining seed slowly and gently from Chris’s still rock-hard cock.

I got up and walked back to my chair. I felt humiliated, and rejuvenated all at the same time. I was in a sexual trance.

After a couple of minutes, both men kind of stretched their arms, and exclaimed their intent to go to bed in their tent.

“This is our secret?” I asked as they both got up from their chairs.

“yeah, our secret,” and “sure thing,” was the answer.

Before they left, I said, “go to bed naked, and call me in, because I want to lick both of your balls,”

They looked at each other in spent disbelief. But then kind of shrugged their shoulders. They knew they for this night at least, they had a camp bitch.

———–

After a bit of time, the fire had burned itself nearly out, with just a little residual heat from the remaining weak glow. I could hear shuffling in the tent a few feet away. The voices were whispering back and forth in what seemed like indecision, and also telling each other to act. I could make out, “you say it,” and then a “no you.”

Finally, I heard a quiet voice call out from the closed tent, “You still out there, Tim?”

“Yep,” I replied, my voice cutting through the night silence.

“Come in,” was the answer.

While I was waiting, I had untied my shoes, knowing I didn’t want some clunky hikers kicking around while I was servicing these two. I approached the tent opening, and slowly unzipped it, almost a metaphor for what I had already done, and was getting ready to do.

I dropped my shoes at the entrance and climbed in. My eyes were adjusted to the dark and I could make out their forms, each laying on top of their sleeping bag, and each naked from the waist down. I couldn’t blame them for keeping their shirts on, it was a crisp mountain night. Both were propped up on their elbows, straight legged, and both had renewed erections. I went to Ben first again, as I knew he was the most apprehensive.

“Spread your legs,” I whispered.

He opened up for me, and I climbed between. Chris stopped me before I got entirely into position.

“Take your pants off too,” he said.

I rose on my knees and undid my belt and unzipped, pulling my pants and underwear off in one motion, then rolled onto my back between them and took my pants off the rest of the way. My erection sprung free, the head glistening with precum, and throbbing so bad it hurt as I had been hard for a long time now. I threw my pants towards the door, then positioned myself in front of Ben’s still open legs.

Slowly I moved forward, and gently kissed his inner thigh. He squirmed a bit and said, “that tickles.” That didn’t dissuade me, as I moved to the other leg and kissed and licked my way up slowly between each thigh. Ben shivered in anticipation as I neared my mark. I breathed hot air onto his nut sack, and then began to lick and gently suckle each ball, savoring the slightly musky scent and enjoying the feeling of both the physical act, and knowing I was giving Ben what men only wish their woman would do.

As this was happening, Chris was slowly stroking with one hand and tickling his own sack with the other. After a bit of time, I moved up and put Ben’s raging hard cock in my mouth again. He let out an audible moan and shuddered once again. There was an obvious taste of precum on his head, and I enjoyed the flavor. I slowly started to engulf him up and down, while my other hand gently tickled his balls. He moaned again and spread his legs a little wider, inviting me in, and showing his enjoyment. Chris moved from laying on his back, and moved over and wiggled his head underneath my torso, as I was on all fours, and found my hard member and began to suckle the head. God that felt good, and I was so horned up by this time that I wasn’t going to last. I came up off of Ben’s cock and pulled Chris off of mine.

“You’re going to make me cum,” I said, and he went back towards my hard-on and said, “OK.” That was a bit of a surprise, but an indicator that Chris wanted to experience giving a blow job to completion. eyüp escort I put my hand on his shoulder and held him off, saying, “you’ll get your chance. Come up here.”

Chris moved next to me and positioned himself in front of Ben’s hard cock. Ben, who had lain flat to enjoy my pleasuring, got back up on his elbows and I could make out his eyes, wide with doubt but also anticipation.

I sucked Ben’s cock to the hilt, then took my mouth off and used my hand to point it towards Chris. I moved over a bit and Chris moved in, with Ben watching intently.

Chris placed his mouth over the tip and began an up and down motion from top to bottom. I could tell it was hitting the back of his throat and entering it, because he struggled a bit when that happened, but he also seemed very dedicated to make it as pleasurable for Ben as he could. While he was working Ben’s cock, I went back to his balls, and licked all over them with Chris’s head bobbing above me. Ben moaned and whispered, “oh my God that feels so good.”

Chris and I both moaned in response, dedicated to our craft. Ben was getting close, and I could tell because even in the cold night air his balls were fully out and enjoying the attention, as his cock was as hard as it could ever be, with Chris milking it for all it was worth.

Ben didn’t say anything, but began with a whimper that turned into grunts of ecstasy as the hip bucking orgasm started, and he erupted into Chris’s mouth. Chris swallowed it all, not leaking a drop, and kept going and then Ben starting squirming in the near pain feeling a lot of men experience by being sucked too long.

I tapped Chris on the shoulder and he came off. I put my own mouth over Ben’s now softening cock and did nothing more. I just wanted to provide a warm and comfortable place for him to come down from. I could taste Chris’s saliva and Ben’s cum while I did this. His throbbing thrust from cumming subsided, and eventually he used his hands to pull me off. He almost immediately stood up, and without saying anything or getting dressed, he left through the entrance of the tent.

Chris looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. His hard on was clearly in need. I shrugged my shoulders too and moved over to lay on my back to Chris’s sleeping bag on his side of the tent. He took that as a cue to crawl between my legs, but that was not the cue I was trying to give.

“69 me,” I said, and maneuvered him around so he was on top and as he took me in his mouth, I took hold of his cock with my hand and said, “fuck my mouth like a pussy.”

Outside I could hear Ben taking a piss. In the meantime, Chris slid his cock into my mouth while at the same time taking mine into his. He did as I asked, and while it hurt my throat a bit, he gave his full weight and his pelvis thumped against my face as his cock head stabbed at the back of my throat. While the pain was uncomfortable, I knew if I didn’t take advantage of this opportunity, I would be upset about it later. To make sure I was doing it right, I lightly raked my fingers across his ass cheeks and then across the front of his thighs. He pumped away at my mouth, and I could tell the thrusting motion was extra pleasurable as he sucked me in earnest, looking for the second bi-sexual load of his life.

Meanwhile, Ben re-entered the tent, and just laid down on his sleeping bag, on his side, and watched us go at it. Of the three of us, he was by far the most surprised and shocked that all of this was happening. Yet, even after cumming twice, he looked more relaxed, and still seemed interested in our mutual satisfaction session.

Chris was getting close, and I rubbed my hand gently across his pucker between his cheeks. I was so close it was ridiculous. I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore, so as Chris was thrusting into my mouth, I moved my hand up to his shoulder and tapped, and he tapped on my hip in recognition. We were going to both do what I had fantasized for a long time, and that was to mutually cum in each other’s mouth at the same time.

I moaned and thrusted my hips upward, and Chris moaned and fucked my face with vigor. All of a sudden, his cum sprayed out into my throat, and I gagged and swallowed and gagged and swallowed, all the while I also ejaculated into his mouth, with the pleasure of doing what I loved, combined with having an orgasm washing through my whole being.

Ben, from the side of the tent, just said, “wow!”

And wow was right. We both kept suckling on each other’s cocks, removing the remaining seed as gently and best as we could. After about 30 seconds, I deliberately moved my head forward and pulled Chris’s legs and ass forward. Slowly I began to tongue his ass, giving Ben a show. Chris took that as an invitation and I rocked my hips back, and mutually we ate each other out in 69 position. For several minutes we tongued each other in that sensitive area and listened as Ben moaned beside us, and as I looked over, he once again had a hard on, and was gently tugging on it.

I tapped on Chris’s shoulder and kind of pushed a bit to get him to let up off me. He looked back, then looked at Ben, and got the idea. He moved off of me and sat on his knees, and then waved Ben over. Initially, there was a look of doubt on Ben’s face, as If there were lines that he would not cross. I looked him square in the eye, and said, “If you want, I will just lick you and you don’t have to do anything.”

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Nicolò moved silently behind him. Jacob let out a soft hiss as he felt Nicolò’s cock press gently against his ass. The large head of his member caused an immediate feeling of pressure and pleasure.

“Relax,” Nicolò whispered, pressing further as Jacob’s ass struggled to accept the entry. He was going in dry, something that Jacob loved and craved. He loved anything that involved being Nicolò ‘s bottom.

Jacob’s breath caught as the head disappeared into his ass and Nicolò ‘s shaft followed. He could feel it as it slid along his inner walls, the length playing along every nerve ending inside of him. Nicolò wasn’t a small man by any means. About eight inches in length, he had a wonderful thickness and length that made Jacob’s mouth salivate. As he became fully buried inside, Jacob’s body shook with the sense fatih escort of fullness. Nicolò stayed motionless for a moment, giving him the chance to acclimate to the welcome intrusion and adjust.

Jacob’s breath became easier as his ass relaxed around Nicolò ‘s thick cock as his aide began to pull back. Burying his head against his arms, he tried to stop the moans escaping his mouth. Each time Nicolò pressed into him, he hit every spot imaginable. The pleasure was so intense, it was becoming painful. Jacob’s cock was stiff and throbbing and each of Nicolò ‘s powerful thrusts sent his precum dribbling down his shaft. He began to thrust wildly, deeper and Jacob’s body reacted.

He could feel his body begin to throb all over, his balls swelling more and more as the man plowed his ass with the expertise of a master. He fought to muffle his screams with his forearms and mask whatever noise he could. His hands wanted to move to his own cock, they wanted to grip and pull at the shaft and add to the feeling of fullness in his ass. He could feel himself getting so close but he had to remain çapa escort as still as he could. If he didn’t, he would scream, yell, in ecstasy.

Nicolò ‘s moves became more forceful then, his hips slapping against him as his balls made contact with Jacob’s body. He was taking Jacob, topping him. His bronze hands encircled Jacob’s waist, almost lifting him from the desk and bringing his ass closer. The better access allowed Nicolò to go just a bit deeper, a bit harder, and Jacob’s choked back a screaming moan.

“There’s the spot,” Nicolò said breathlessly, his drilling intensifying as the tip of his cock stroked along Jacob’s prostate and forced his cock to begin to throb and pulse in the air. He was getting close, almost too close. He couldn’t last much longer. Not that it mattered, but he wanted it to go on forever. He longed to have Nicolò ‘s cock buried in his ass, he dreamed about it.

Finally, it became too much and Jacob bit back a scream as he covered his face and mouth more forcefully. He could feel the cum spew from the head of his cock, coating his thighs. He knew that güngören escort it would be on the carpet, on his shoes, but he didn’t care. His cum, Nicolò ‘s cum, could probably be found all over the office in various places, some of them seemingly impossible to comprehend. A few more drops wouldn’t matter.

His ass tightened and gripped Nicolò ‘s cock as his orgasm hit, making the younger man moan violently as he forcefully pounded into Jacob’s body. Jacob could feel Nicolò ‘s shaft pulse, his cum spewing inside Jacob like a volcano as he continued to thrust into the deep recesses of his body. He could feel it jump and throb against his inner walls, the sensation adding to the throbbing of his own cock.

Jacob was gulping air as he felt Nicolò ‘s cock soften in his ass. The pleasure was overpowering and the experience was almost mind-blowing. He could barely hear Nicolò over his hurried intake of oxygen, noticing that the young aide seemed to be barely winded. His breath was barely audible in the room, the sound calm and collected. Finally Nicolò pulled from Jacob’s ass, a plopping, slippery sound accompanying the withdrawal. Jacob felt his face burn with slight embarrassment as he could feel the juices running between his cheeks and down his thighs and balls.

Looking below him, he could see the tax report that he had been avoiding most of the morning and he bit back yet another laugh. He was, indeed, having a hard day at the office after all.

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