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I’m his bitch 2

Fantasy. Both are 13 years old. I reccomend reading part one.
Brandon left and returned again. This time he was holding a black thong with a pink, fuzzy border. He made me go into a closet and change into them. Once I came back, he started laughing. The underwear, since it belonged to his 11 year old sister, was very small on me. There wasn’t really a back, and they were so small that the cloth that was supposed to cover my ass was riding up my crack, leaving both cheeks completely visible. Brandon told me how pathetic I was, and how I would make a great girl.
Then he told me it was time for more spanking. I got on my hands and knees, begging him not to. I was nearly crying; I didn’t want him to give me another spanking. But he did anyway. Brandon threw me over his knee again and started slapping my ass with his bare hand. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It hurt even more because there weren’t any clothes covering me because the panties were riding up my ass hole. It was just his bare hand meeting my bare butt. I started whining and tears were filling up in my eyes. Then, Brandon surprised me. He stopped smacking and gently rubbed my smooth ass.
“Awwww, did that hurt?”, he asked. I was able to nod my head, still sniffling. I was happy that he was being nice now, but then…SMACK! “Well you shouldn’t have been spying on me bitch. I don’t care what you want, you’re nothing. All you’re good for is sucking my cock.
He smacked my ass cheeks a few more times before throwing me off his lap and onto the ground. Then, while I was on all fours trying to recover…SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The spankings made me fall to the floor, and now tears were rolling down my face as I lay on the ground with Brandon standing over me. He spit again, this time it sprayed all over my face.
“Alright, faggot, get up”, he said. He motioned me, so I crawled over on my hands and knees. I still had the tight black and pink fuzzy panties on. Brandon yelled stop, so I stopped crawling and looked up at him. He walked over to a drawer and pulled out handcuffs. They weren’t regular handcuffs, they were blue. Instead of metal, it was covered in soft fur. Brandon grabbed my hands and locked them behind my back. Then he threw me onto the ground. I was laying on my back and he stepped over me. He bent down like he was going to take a shit, spread his ass checks out, exposing his asshole to me.
“Lick it, bitch”, he said.
“You…uhh…want me to give you…a…uh…a rimjob?”, I managed to say.
“Yeah, dumbass”, Brandon replied. Apparently he was sick of waiting, because he threw his ass down and was sitting on my face. He forced me to stick my tongue out. My tongue entered his asshole, and his muscular cheeks were smothering the cheeks on my face. I got a good look at his rim because it was less than an inch from my face. To be honest, I didn’t hate the smell. It actually smelled pretty good, sort of like body wash. He must clean it whenever he’s in the shower. Brandon’s asshole wasn’t the same color as his tan skin. It was still tan, except a little darker and it got more pink deeper in his hole.
First I started licking around his asshole. I didn’t get much of a taste. My own face started to get covered in my saliva. My entire mouth was wet.
“Okay, slut. Stick your entire fucking tongue in now.”, Brandon said.
I did as I was told. I shoved me tongue into his asshole. I didn’t really have a choice, anyways, because Brandon’s ass was completely pressed against my face now. It didn’t really have a taste, but it was a little bit salty. I was snaking my tongue in and out of Brandon’s ass. It was soaking wet now from my salivia. My face was, too. It was so wet that my tongue just slipped in and out. I could tell Brandon liked it because he continued to press his bare ass against my face and started moaning and groaning again.
Brandon let out one, long, loud moan before getting up. As he got up, I saw his ass glisten from how wet my mouth had made it.
“Alright, princess. Time to suck my dick again.”, Brandon said.
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my knees. He thrusted his lips forward and his dick was right in front of my face. When I hesitated, he took me by the ears and started thrusting more, shoving his entire dick in my mouth. I started to gag because I wasn’t used to such a big thing in my mouth, but he just started face-fucking me even harder. Brandon turned my face and stuck his dick into my check. I could feel it poking into the side of my mouth, and then he turned my head back and continued to shove his cock in and out of my mouth. Just like last time, between his long and manly moans, he would say stuff like “oh, such a good little cocksucker” and “yeah, that’s a good boy”.
The entire time he was face-fucking me, Brandon’s balls were slapping against my face. I was amazed at how fast he could recover, because when they were hitting me in the face, I could tell that they were huge. I was afraid because I knew that his load would be huge. Brandon kept on shoving his dick into my mouth until his moans signaled that he was close to cumming. He shoved his cock into my mouth four more times (the entire shaft, all the way in, poking the back of my throat and making me gag) before he told me to get ready. Brandon shot his load into my mouth. It was so big that I couldn’t swallow it all and some of his sperm leaked from the sides of my mouth and dripped onto my chin, and chest.
“Oh yeahh bitch”, Brandon said. “how’d you like that? you want some more? here”, he continued, sticking his cum-covered dick in front of my face. Again, he made me lick it like a lollipop until he was completely clean. His load was so big that it got over his balls, too, so I had to suck on them one at a time to get all his sperm off.

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College with Ben

I pulled into the parking lot and got out. I could already see Ben waiting for me by the entrance. He went to a State school a short drive from my own university. We’d met on myspace and chatted on AIM. He was gay, I was bi and curious. I was going to strip for him.
He led me to his room while we chatted idly about school and classes and stuff. He led me to his room then shut and locked the door. There were papers everywhere, musical notes and scales. He was a music-education major, and a talented one from what he told me. There was a bed off to the left, a futon in the middle and a desk on the right side of his small room.
He hit a few buttons on his sound system and music began to play. It was “I’m N Luv,” by T-Pain, not what you’d expect from a classically schooled student. I began to swivel my hips to the music as best I could. I’m not the most rhythmically gifted of people. He spun his desk chair around to the middle of the room and slouched back in it, grinning.
“I’m not a very good dancer,” I told him.
“That’s ok, just have some fun.”
I started gyrating a bit quicker and unbuttoned my shirt, letting the sides fall, revealing my smooth chest, and skinny, but muscled frame. At 5’10 and 140 pounds, I didn’t pack a lot of muscle onto my body, but there was absolutely no fat.
I slid it off my arms and let it fall to the floor, running my hands through my hair and enjoying the stare I was now drawing. I undid my belt buckle and coolly slid it out, folding it in half and lightly smacking my ass and chest with it. My jeans sagged to reveal a thin stripe of boxers.
I undid them and unzipped, then turned around and let them slowly fall down as I swayed with the music. When they reached my ankles, I kicked them off to the side and hooked two thumbs inside the waistband of my boxers. Standing with my side to them, I slid them down, revealing my hip and the side of my leg.
Finally, I was bent over, and they too were around my ankles. I’d managed to keep my cock hidden behind my arm. I tossed them aside and slowly stood to reveal myself. I ended with my fingers interlaced behind my head, legs spread, and cock sticking 6 and a half inches straight up.
He applauded and turned the CD player off while I gathered my clothes in a pile by the door and left them there.
“Want me to show you a few things?” I asked him. We were both into bondage and had spoken about it frequently online.
“Sure,” he handed me a spool of rope.
“Give me your arms,” I said. He held them together. “This is one of the most basic ties,” but its pretty versatile. I wound the rope around his wrists in a basic cinch. “Try and get out.” He struggled for a few minutes, but was unable to free himself. I untied him.
“Want to try it on me?”
“Sure.”
“K, hands in front or behind?”
“Behind,” he replied grinning.
I turned my back to him and put my wrists together. Every so often his hands brushed my ass as he wound them the way I’d showed him. After a few minutes, I felt the rope tighten. “Done,” he said and stepped back.
I twisted and pulled at the bonds with no luck. In a last ditch effort, I tried to slip my hands around the front, to no avail.
“Mmmm, he said, watching me struggle,” my heart fluttered at the sound of his arousal. He walked forward and lightly ran a hand up my back. I arched at his touch, bringing my cock several inches closer to him. At 6.5 inches, it was rock hard. He looked down and smiled. “Wanna try a few more rope things?” he asked me.
“Sure, like what?”
“Why don’t I show you?” he said in a tone that made me blush. He ran his eyes up and down me for a long while before getting some more rope. He produced a bar, like a broomstick, with holes drilled in either side, about four feet long. After tying my legs to either side, spreading me, he lowered me to the floor on my knees.
I inhaled sharply, knowing the implications of this position, but obediently stayed there as he grabbed still more rope. I felt him wrap a loop around my wrists, and start sliding it up. “Oh god,” I gasped as he tightened it around my elbows, forcing my chest out, and completely restricting all movement in my arms. He moved away once more, and I struggled against it. There was absolutely nothing I could do, I was stuck in this position until he decided to let me out.
The thought both frightened and exhilarated me. He looped a rope around each of my ankles, and tied them loosely to my elbow bonds. He did something else that I couldn’t quite figure out.
I let out a yelp as I almost fell forwards, then another as it happened again. He was toying with me. He did it a third time, and it took everything I had to stay upright. A fourth, and I teetered on my knees for a moment, then, slowly, inevitably toppled forward. I braced myself for the impact, but something unexpected happened. I fell slower than I thought, but as I did, the hogtie tightened. When I finally crashed to the ground, my wrists and ankles were being pulled up towards the ceiling, my back arched uncomfortably. I had absolutely no movement, aside from my head.
He pinched my ass hard, causing me to yelp, but there was nothing I could do about it. I felt him slide a collar around my neck, with D-rings at the front, back and both sides. He tied a rope to the D-ring in the back, and let it hand. I felt him fiddling around beneath me, and my mouth opened in shock as I realized what was happening. He’d tightened a noose around my balls. He ran that rope around the wooden spreader to the one coming from my neck, until I had to keep my head back to keep from pulling on my testicles.
“How’s it feel?” he asked me.
“Tight,” I replied honestly.
He sat down in front of me, spread legged and laid my hed on his lap. I gritted my teeth at the pain in my balls. I could feel his hard cock, even through his thick jeans.
“Aww, poor baby,” he cooed. He looped his finger around the front ring and pulled forward.
“Oh god, god no,” I begged as the noose tightened further.
“What’s that?” He stopped but didn’t push me back.
“Please stop, please.”
“What’s in it for me?” He pulled me up even further. It was agony for my balls. I pressed my head down and kissed his cock. He smiled. “That’s a nice start.” I managed to get my teeth on the zipper and pulled it down. With nothing else I could do, I simply buried my head in his crotch, trying to find his dick. I managed to get my tongue on the very base of it, but nothing more.
At this point I was incredibly horny, in spite of the aches that were present across my body. I wanted nothing more than to see his manhood. He obliged me, by standing and stripping. I drooled on the floor as he revealed it. Seven inches and cut. It looked delicious.
He sat back down, holding it an inch away. I tried to inch forward, but winced in pain. “You’ve got to really want it,” he told me. Hungrily I lunged forward, this time able to get my tongue on the very tip. A few minutes more of struggling, and I finally had it in my mouth. His precum was dripping down on my tongue, it was salty and bitter, but I was so turned on at this point that I didn’t care. I started bobbing up and down like I’d seen in porn. His moans indicated that I was at least on the right track.
He didn’t seem to want or need me to go any deeper, so I concentrated on moving my lips and tongue over his head. After several minutes, he started to thrust into my mouth. I did what I could to keep pleasuring him, but let him take over. He grabbed my head and pulled me down, once again torturing my balls/ I didn’t care, taking in the pleasure of having his dick sliding in and out of my mouth. It was soaking wet and drool was everywhere.
“Ever taste cum?” he asked me slowing for a minute. Dick in mouth, I shook my head no.
“You’re about to. I’ve been holding off on masturbating for a few days just for you.” He resumed his pace. I could feel his dick swelling in my mouth, ready to burst. The first stream hit me with a shock, my face contorted at the bitterness, but I didn’t try to pull away. He filled my mouth with stream after stream. There was so much, it started to dribble out onto the floor. After several seconds, he pulled away and let me swallow. It was tough to force it down my throat, but I was more than willing to do it for him.
When he was finished, he got up and cut the rope that bound me to the ceiling, and loosened the spreader bar and the rope around my nuts, though he left the one tied to the collar as a leash. I breathed a sigh of relief when he cut away my other bonds, leaving only the one around my wrists. My elbows and back were sore from the difficult position.
To my shock, he yanked on my leash, leading me out the door and into the hall, locking it behind him.

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Best Sleepover Ever Prt. 2

This one is a bit short and I’m sorry about that but Im writing these late at night and right now I’m really tired. But I wanted to give you guys a bit more this time with a lot less. Lol Did that make sense? ^.^

My Boy, Callum. (Part 1)

First part of my story about James & Callum. Some of you may find it quite slow at the beginning, but I wanted some decent character development. Any future installments will have more action , I promise! Enjoy and leave some feedback!

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The day after his harrowing escape from John’s father, William gets a peculiar invitation. What is behind the mask of coolness that Peter McMahon wears?

Chapter 1 – Nate & Ryan

This is a fictional story about two teenage boys, although the story is based on true events that took place in my own personal life. Enjoy! More will be posted.
Story characters include Ryan, a 17 year-old bisexual high school student, and Nate, a 15 year-old, secretly bisexual, high school student.
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This was the summer that changed my life forever. My name is Ryan, I’m 17, and your average high school guy. I’m not very interesting. I don’t like sports, love to read and write, play video games, and hang out with friends in my spare time, like any other high school student. I do have something about me that sets me aside from most in my school. I’m bisexual, but I’ve always kept that to myself. No one needs to know, right? At least, that’s what I use to think.
In June, I’d met a guy named Nate. He is 15 years old, stands no taller than 5’4″, has long, shaggy black hair, bright blue eyes, and a slightly tanned body. I had seen him around the school before, but we hadn’t really talked before that June. I can’t really tell you what it was we talked about that got our friendship started, but I can tell you that our friendship blossomed quickly, to the point where we were basically best friends by August; as one of us was always around the other.
That is, when he wasn’t hanging out with his girlfriend, Olivia. She was older than him by three years, but he acted more mature than she did. He liked to brag about all the action he got from her to me when we were alone. In a way, it kind of made me jealous of her. Nate was incredibly attractive, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. In fact, I was afraid to even admit I felt that way to myself. He was my friend, after all.
This particular day, I found myself at his place, playing Xbox; something we often spend hours doing together, when we are together. As we played, we talked about life. School was approaching in two weeks; something we were both dreading, but it gave us something to converse about. We also talked about girls, particularly his girlfriend.
On everything except for sex, he complained about her. “She is so annoying”, “she never leaves me alone”, etc. Those are the things he always told me. When sex was involved, however, she was the best thing in his life. It was rather funny to be honest.
After an hour and a half of this, Nate took a break and grabbed a beer from his dad’s refrigerator. The 60 year old man didn’t care that his youngest son drank. He offered me one, but I declined. I hated the taste of alcohol, and didn’t want anything to do with it. He always harassed me for this.
“C’mon dude, just try some!” he barked, already getting tipsy. “Its an acquired taste. Once you get use to them, you’ll love ’em!”
“You’re already getting drunk!” I laughed back. “Just listen to you! Why would I follow that example?”
“Suck my dick!” he barked in retaliation.
Though he meant it sarcastically, as a jab at me, for some reason, whenever he says that to me, my own dick twitches.
“Really, dude?” I would always sarcastically respond, followed by a roll of my eyes.
He chuckled, “You think I’m kidding?” he continued; the sarcasm virtually dripping in his voice.
I shrugged his comment off and we relocated to his bedroom to talk some more. He put on a movie after about half an hour. “Jurassic Park”, one of my favorites, and his. But he didn’t make it far through the movie. Fifteen minutes in, he was fast asleep on his bed, leaving me to watch the movie by my lonesome.
At first, this was easily accomplished. I watched with little distracting me, but soon, curiosity began to rise in the pit of my stomach. All our earlier talk about his sex life combined with my attraction for him had me curious to see what he was packing.
I tried my hardest to contain my curiosity, attempting to fight it back by distracting myself with the movie, however, the thought that I might never get this opportunity again caused me to give in to temptation. Slowly, I got up from my seat on the carpet, crawling over to his bed, where he was sleeping. Slowly and carefully, I slipped my hands inside his waistband and slid his pants down to his knees, revealing his boxers. Nervousness suddenly swelled in my chest, and I shot a glance at his face to make sure he was still sleeping, then I carefully peeled back his boxers, revealing the hidden treasure inside.
His dick was perfect, to say the least. It was a good six and a half inches, cut, and smooth. No veins and no hair. I was so busy observing this beauty that I didn’t even notice him stir.
“Dude…” he mumbled upon seeing me.
I froze, fear now fully gripping me. How would he react? How would I explain this? I just looked back at him, too scared to speak.
To my surprise, he didn’t freak out, though he was certainly surprised; evidenced by the look on his face.
“W-what were you doing?” he continued.
I gulped back my fear in an attempt to respond, “I..um..well, you see. I was curious. And you…I…I really like you…and…”
I was too nervous to even notice the smile, followed by the mischievous grin that took root on his face. Before I could continue my stuttering, he reached over to me, grabbed me by the chin and pulled me into him, our lips meeting.
His lips were soft, and the kiss was sweet. It felt like we kissed for many minutes, when in reality, it was only a few seconds. When he pulled away, he gazed back up at me with his bright blue eyes, and a pitiful smile on his face.
“What are you…?” I began to ask, but he cut me off.
“Olivia isn’t around.” he said. “And you said you were curious. Have at me.”
At that point, I’m pretty sure my face turned all shades of red. What was happening? Nate, as far as I knew, was straight as a board. Why was he letting me do this?
“Don’t be afraid.” he coaxed me, as if he knew what I was thinking.
Releasing my fear, I decided to take a crack at it. My dick was swollen in my pants. I needed release. Grabbing his pants and boxers, I completely removed them from his legs, exposing his dick and balls completely. I leaned in and kissed him once again, and then got on my knees, licking his dick head first, before taking his smooth member into my mouth entirely.
Gasps of sheer ecstasy escaped his lips as I sucked him furiously, being careful not to use my teeth. Getting somewhat braver, I reached up with my hands and planted them firmly on his ass; one on each cheek. His ass was paler than the rest of his body, and boyishly plump. It was also very soft.
“You want that ass?” he moaned playfully.
I was too busy sucking him off to reply verbally, so I squeezed his ass cheeks playfully in response. After a few more minutes of intense sucking and licking, his moans were increasing in volume. I could tell he was close.
“I’m gonna…” was all he managed to get out before three ropes of warm, sticky cum shot out, causing me to gag and spit it out. It wasn’t the best taste.
Nate plopped down on his bed, suddenly exhausted from his ejaculation. I wasn’t done yet, however. Crawling on top of him, with new found sexual drive, I kissed him with renewed passion, tugging on his lower lip with my teeth and exploring his mouth with my tongue. He returned my passion with a passionate kiss of his own.
Before I know it, my fingers are running through his long black hair, and I’m dry humping his exposed crotch. However, before our heated session could continues, noises from downstairs could be heard. His dad had returned home. He scurried to get his clothes back on, throwing me an “I’m sorry” glance before darting out of his room to go greet his father.
Little did I know, this would be the first of many encounters with my friend…

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my brothers join in 3

I woke up between two hard male bodies. I couldn’t remember what I had happened the night before until one of the males started to shift. I had slept with my dad and my two older brothers. Not only that, but I had enjoyed it so much that I came too many times to count. As the sunlight I looked into the relaxed face of my older brother Jamal. He was snoring a little as he held me tight against him with his hand wrapped around my body cupping my ass. I looked down a little and noticed that there was a hand wrapped around my middle from behind me, cupping my breast. I tried to lift my body up a little so I could use the restroom, but there were two legs locking me in place on the bed. As I lay there debating what to do, I started to hear pots and pans rattling domn the hall in our kitchen. Soon after, I smelled the scents of a warm breakfast being made and I guessed my brother James had gotten up to cook. So that also meant that the man behind me was my dad.
My dad suddenly shifted a little and tightened his hold on me, bringing me closer to his chest and hardening dick. “Good morning, baby girl,” he said gruffly as he unwrapped his legs from around mine. He gripped my tit and began to play with my nipple until it was hard. He began to thrust his dick, softly moving it against the curve of my spine. My dad moaned in my ear as his hand began to travel down between my legs. “You already wet for daddy?” he whispered into my ear. His deep voice, roughened by sleep was turning me on even more as he strolled two fingers into my pussy. “Yea daddy,” I softly moaned as I began to rub my ass on his hard dick. He picked up my left leg and brought it back to rest on hip as he positioned his dick to enter my pussy. He entered slowly and moaned in my ear, “Ahhh yes baby girl. This sweet pussy is tight enough to suck my dick good, girl.” His thrusts were slow, but hard and deliberate. He grunted as he began to speed up, needing to cum. I gazed at my sexy brother just as his eyes fluttered open. Whereas myself, my dad and James are dark-skinned, Jamal was brown-skinned with hazel eyes like our mother. He stared at me for a moment and then began to smile a bit. “Y’all having fun without me?” he purred. “Damn right,” my dad grunted, “and don’t interrupt either. This pussy is mine right now.” My dad stuck a finger in his mouth and reached down to stroke my clit with his wet digit. My head fell back in ecstasy. I was almost there. “Aw don’t be so selfish pops,” Jamal said as he gripped one tit and sucked on the other. That sent me over the edge. My pussy gripped my dad’s dick tight as I came. My orgasm triggered my dad’s and he grunted his release. “That was nice baby girl,” he said as he removed his soft dick. He rolled off the bed and headed towards the kitchen to see about breakfast as Jamal kissed his way to my pussy, stopping to swirl his tongue in my bellybutton. I was turned on instantly. Jamal dove into my pussy, licking my lips and sucking the cum from my body. He grabbed my ass and plunged his tongue as far as he could into my pussy. He stroked my with his tongue and I grabbed his head with both hands, trying to get closer. “Ohhhh yea Jamal, eat this pussy.” He pulled his tongue out, but replaced it with three fingers as he sucked on my clit. “FUCK YESSSS!” I screamed as I came all over his face. He kept his tongue on me until he was sure I was finished, and then began his trail of kisses back up my body as I tried to catch my breath. “Damn your pussy good girl,” he smiled at me. I brought his head down to mine and kissed him passionately, swirling my tongue in his mouth. I tasted myself, and he was right. My pussy juice was good and sweet.
When we finally pulled away, I went to relieve myself in the bathroom and headed out to the kitchen. I found them seated in the dining room with dad and my brother Jamal making quick work of the two giant stacks of pancakes, bacon, and a heap of eggs James had prepared for breakfast and placed on platters in the center of the giant dining room tabled. I walked over to James to kiss him openly on the lips as he continued to fry the last two strips of bacon. “Well good morning to you too, Jazz” he said sexily as I pulled away. “Good morning,” I chirped and playfully slapped his bare ass. He was naked like the rest of us, except for the apron he donned to cook us a feast. I fixed my plate and grabbed a cup out of the cabinet then went over to take a seat by Jamal as he devoured his food. Our table was large enough to seat 20 people, so there were plenty of chairs for me to choose from, but I wanted to be close to my brother. I reached out to pour myself some orange juice from the carton in the middle of the table. James finished his bacon and sat across from me, next to our dad and began to dig in as well. I guessed everyone had worked up an appetite after last night.
“So, how long have you guys been eyeing me?” I asked seductively.
The guys grinned slyly as my dad said, “Well I have never really looked at you like that until you sashayed out the house last night in that tight ass dress and high heels. You came and bent over me to kiss me good-bye and I got a peek at that sexy bra you had on. Then you turned around to walk off and I saw that ass jiggle as you headed to the garage. I couldn’t help thinking how lucky that lil punk of a man, Brandon was.”
His reference to my now ex-boyfriend almost made me sad until I remembered seeing Tameeka sitting next to him as if she belonged there.
“Well we’ve always thought you were sexy. Ever since your tits came in.” James said.
“Yea,” Jamal agreed, “and I also loved to watch your ass in those little shorts you used to wear.”
All of a sudden three hungry gazes bored into me as I continued to eat my food. I glanced around the table to notice that they were all done eating and were now obviously thinking of something else. As I finished off my eggs, Jamal reached over to grab a tit in his hand. My fork fell out of my hand as he sucked on the tit closer to him into his hot mouth. As my dad and James rose to clear the table, Jamal’s hand reached down to stroke my pussy. As I started to get turned on, I moaned and my head fell back on my chair. James came up behind me and tongue kissed me, taking advantage of my parted lips. “Put her on the table,” my dad said. The boys stopped and Jamal lifted me easily unto the table. As I got situated on the table, I looked around at the three hard dicks I was about to enjoy and my pussy started to cream at the anticipation. Jamal got down beside me on the table and put me on top of him on my hands and knees above him in a 69. I took his dick into my mouth as I felt his tongue on my pussy. I looked up to see James licking Jamal’s asshole. His tongue would even snake around to the base of Jamal’s dick as I sucked on the head. James licked at Jamal’s tight rosebud and entered a finger. Jamal moaned against my pussy, “Yea lick my ass bro. Get it ready for that big dick of yours.” James entered another finger into Jamal’s ass, opening him up further. I felt my dad’s tongue in my pussy as Jamal sucked on my clit. I humped both of their faces as one of them entered a finger into me. I moaned as I took Jamal’s entire length into my throat just as James hopped up to put his dick head at Jamal’s ass. I felt my brother and my dad lick and suck on my pussy. They were starting to slob, lick and suck all over my lips and clit, around the two fingers working in and out of my pussy. I was about to come when the fingers were removed from me. I watched as James worked his dick into Jamal’s ass as my dad jumped up to slam his dick into my pussy. I pulled my head off of Jamal’s dick to moan. “Ahhhh,” I screamed as my dad worked his dick I threw my ass back to meet him, forcing his dick in deeper into my pussy. Jamal groaned beneath me and I looked down to see James buried to the hilt in Jamal’s ass. He slowly began to work his dick in and out of his tight ass. “Ohh FUCK bro this ass is tight……Mmmmmmm yea. It feels so good,” James said as he started to pick up speed. I ducked my head down to suck on his balls as I stroked his dick. My dad continued to pound into me. “Lick my fucking balls boy!” my dad grunted. “Ahh yea. That’s it,” he moaned when my brother latched on. I could feel my dad about to cum. James was now pounding into Jamal grunting and moaning with his head thrown back. “Fuck my ass good bro,” Jamal said. James gripped Jamal’s hips to get in deeper. He continued to slam into Jamal as my dad started to cum. “FUCK yesss,” he moaned as his seed shot into me. His release triggered mine. After I came, I put Jamal’s dick back into my mouth. I sucked hard on the head and pumped his shaft while James continued to fuck his ass. Dad had walked around to stand behind James. Jamal came hard into my mouth while he sucked our dad’s cum out of my pussy. Dad reached around to stroke James’s chest with one hand and the inside of his thigh with the other. “Tear that ass up boy,” he said into James’s ear. James tightened his grip on Jamal’s hips, and continued to fuck him hard. Just as James was about to cum, dad pulled James’s dick out of Jamal and started to pump it. I opened my mouth wide and my dad aimed James’s dick towards me. “Ahhhhhhhh!!” James sreamed as our dad pumped the cum out of his dick and squeezed his balls. A few cum shots landed in my mouth while others hit my tits and my face. There was so much, James’s cum dripped off of me and unto Jamal’s dick as he lay below on the table. “Ohh yeaa son. That was nice huh?” our dad said as he slowly stroked James’s dick and balls. James turned his head to kiss our dad on the lips as I bent to lick James’s cum off of Jamal’s soft dick. I looked up to see my dad and James tongue kissing, pink tongues swirling, as they groaned in pleasure. My dad pulled away first, breathing hard. “Well kids I think we all need to clean up before your mom and little brother make it home,” my dad caught his breath. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was 2 in the afternoon. “Your mom won’t be home for another 2 or 3 hours. How about we take a swim?” he suggested with a sly grin. I was all for it. My dad walked out of the room and down the hall to the back door. After climbing off the table, we turned to follow. I heard a loud splash and knew that my dad had jumped into our pool. I walked outside my brothers and they took off running towards the pool; pushing and shoving each other like little boys. They also jumped into the deep end with my dad. I walked over to the shallow end and walked gracefully down the steps into the 3 feet. Just as I was sure I was clean of all the cum on my body, I saw all three men swimming towards me. I grinned with anticipation. I had never fucked in a pool before, but there’s always a first time for everything.

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The Interns (Part 4)

Jaime Regan felt pretty good about himself, but then again, when didn’t he? He was healthy, goddamned attractive, he was hung, and his boring day-to-day job as an intern in a big corporate building had suddenly got a little more interesting.
It was an interesting day indeed when Jaime had entered the bathroom and found naughty little Levon Cole shooting his load all over the place. Levon was cute. Not only was he hot and sexy, but he also tried so hard to be the alpha male. Jamie liked a guy in charge.
And so did Levon, apparently. Jaime couldn’t help but notice the way Levon looked at their boss, Jim Scott. Sure, the guy was a gorgeous beast, but Jaime always thought he was too old for him. Levon, however, was impressed, and had happily done every assignment Jim had thrown at him. Maybe this could be used to his advantage, Jamie had figured. And Jaime also liked having the advantage.
In fact, Jaime had the advantage right now, as he sat in his parked car across the street from Levon’s house, masturbating himself in the darkness of the night.
“I love you, Levon,” Jaime whispered as he came all over his steering wheel.
“Morning, Levon,” Jim Scott said as he emerged from his car in the parking lot.
Levon strode through the lot, bundled against the winter chill. “Hey, Jim,” he replied.
Jim caught up with Levon as they entered the building. “Where’s your mom?”
“She’s taking a sick day.”
“Ah, that’s too bad,” Jim said with a strange grin on his face.
They waited in silence in the lobby for an elevator to come. Levon couldn’t help but feel awkward.
An elevator came and they both entered. God, twelve floors up in awkward silence? Levon thought.
But as they hit the sixth floor, the elevator came to a sudden stop. The small room lurched and the lights dimmed. Levon went to push the emergency call button when Jim placed a hand on his arm.
“Don’t.” he said, looking at Levon with steely eyes.
“What do we do?” Levon asked.
Without a word, Jim leaned in and kissed Levon on the lips. Surprised, Levon backed into the wall, but didn’t refuse. Jim reached down and grabbed Levon by the crotch as his tongue explored his employee’s mouth.
Jim broke away from the kiss and got down on his knees. He unzipped Levon’s pants and reached in to find an already hard cock. Levon leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes and let Jim take over as his boss stroked his cock. Pure pleasure jolted up his body as he felt a mouth close around his dick.
Suddenly, Levon felt the all too familiar feeling of cum rising in his shaft, and without time to control himself, Levon began shooting hot semen down Jim’s throat. No, no, no! Levon screamed in his mind. Not now!
He looked down to see Jim smiling up at him, cum dribbling out of his mouth.
“A quick-shooter, huh?” he chuckled.
Levon jumped awake, a feeling of both subsiding pleasure and pure embarrassment washing over him. He was in a cold sweat, and looked down and saw his boxers were wet with ejaculate. He sat up in his bed, panting from the incredibly vivid wet dream. He looked over at his alarm clock. 2:30am. His eyes then moved to his bedroom window, which faced the street in front of his house.
In the moonlight, he thought he saw the taillights of a car pulling away into the night.
At work that morning, Levon tried to avoid Jim as best he could, even going so far as to hitting the close door button on the lobby elevator as he saw Jim enter the building. Hopefully Jim hadn’t noticed.
He could not avoid Jaime, however, as the boy say next to him in the cubicle, pretending to be interested in his current task of filling out supply forms.
“Have a good night last night, Levon?” Jaime asked.
“Yeah, sure. How about you?”
“Pretty swell, I say. Just hung around… had a nice jack-off session.”
“Fantastic,” Levon said sarcastically.
“Just thought you’d like to know, babe. I thought about you… you know… as I did it.”
“That’s great.”
“What do you think about when you do it? Twinks? Studs? Bondage?”
“Mainly twinks, I guess.”
“Jim Scott, perhaps?”
“What?” Levon’s voice rose, but he tried to hide any insecurities.
“You know, Jim. Our boss.”
“Um… no, not really.”
“Really? How could you not? He’s pretty damn hot. A little old for my tastes, but… mmm.”
“He’s only 25.”
“Oh, I see.”
“What are you getting at?” Levon was getting annoyed with Jaime’s taunts.
Jaime laughed. “I see the way you look at him, it’s cute. I remember my first crush.”
“It’s not a crush. And even if it was, it definitely wouldn’t be my first.”
“Oh yeah? What’s the name of your last boyfriend?”
“Derek.”
“Ooh, tell me about him.”
Just then, Jim appeared at their cubicle. “Hey guys,” he said, “what’s new?”
“Not much,” Jaime replied.
“Yeah? Nothing exciting?”
“Is there something either of us can do for you, Jim?” Levon said coldly.
“Um… no, not really,” Jim replied, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “I was just making small talk. I guess you guys are busy. I’ll see you later.” Jim turned and went to his office.
Jaime waited until Jim was out of earshot. “Jeez, that’s no way to treat a crush.”
“I told you, he’s not my crush.”
“Well I certainly wouldn’t want to be your crush if you shooed me off like that.”
Levon tried to ignore the comment and went back to his work.
Levon sat alone in the breakroom, drinking fresh coffee a coworker had made. He was about to leave when Jim entered.
“Hey, Levon,” he said.
“Hey, Jim… look I’m sorry about snapping at you earlier. I was frustrated with some stuff…”
“Oh, no, that’s ok. I understand what you’re going though.”
“You do?”
Jim grabbed a mug of coffee and sat down across from Levon. They sat at the infamous table that he and Jaime had shared that night.
“I’ve had the chance of talking with your mom a lot,” Jim said. “She talks a lot about you. I hope you don’t mind…” Jim looked down at his coffee, “but she told me about you being gay.”
Levon was at a loss for words. He wasn’t mad about his mom telling him, but he was surprised at how casual Jim seemed about it. Maybe he wasn’t used to a male figure such as Jim in his life that appeared accepting of him. Not since his dad…
“She… did?” Levon said quietly.
“Yeah, and believe me, I’m ok with it. I’m open to all people… of all lifestyles. And I know how hard it could be, trying to fit in and whatnot.”
“Yeah… it can be.”
Jim placed a hand on Levon’s. Levon looked from Jim’s hand, up to a kind smile on his face. “If you need anything,” Jim said, “you can come to me.”
Before Levon could respond, Jim got up and left the room. Levon looked back down at his hand and sighed.
Jaime stood just outside of the breakroom, eavesdropping on Jim and Levon’s conversation. As he heard Jim get out of his chair, he moved back down the hall so he wouldn’t be seen. When Jim left the room, Jaime took his chance.
“Jim!” Jaime called, catching up to his boss as he walked to his office.
“What’s up, Jaime?”
“Oh, not much. I was just wondering what you had planned after work.”
“Um, not sure. Why do you ask?”
“Well, I was planning on inviting some guys from work to go get some drinks.”
“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking?”
“I’m 18 sir, I’m legal in this state. In fact, 17 is legal age for sexual consent, you know.”
“Um… right?”
Jaime laughed. “I’m just spitting out facts. I’m kind of a bookworm.”
“I see. Who all’s going?”
“Oh, just a couple of guys from sales. Levon might go.”
“We’ll have to see, Jaime. Sure sounds fun though.”
“Ok, you let me know. I’ll email you the address of this really hip bar I know.”
“Sounds good, Jaime. I’ll think about it.”
After work, Jaime sat alone at the bar, drinking a fruity beverage and eyeing the front door. It was a pretty happening place, with music loud enough to enjoy but not so loud that you had to yell over. The prices were fare, too. He’d been there for half an hour.
Jim Scott walked through the entrance. Jaime called to him from his stool and Jim walked over to him.
“Glad you could make it, boss!”
“Hey Jaime,” Jim said as looked around. “Where is everybody?”
“I guess everyone else had other plans. Levon should be coming soon, though.”
“Ok…” Jim ordered a stiff drink and continued looking around. “Is this… a gay bar?”
“Whoops, you caught me.” Jaime laughed. “Does it bother you?”
“No, not at all. I’m open to it.”
“Open to it, you say?”
Jim chuckled, and Jaime thought he saw him blush. “No, not like that.”
“Ok, Jim. Whatever you say.”
“So, what do you want to talk about?”
“I’m open to anything,” Jaime teased, “What’s on your mind, boss?”
“Hey, I’m not your boss here,” Jim replied pleasantly.
“Good… good.”
“Are you sure you want to go?” Stacey Cole asked as she and Levon left the building.
“Yeah, I feel like taking a walk, maybe getting a drink somewhere.”
“You? A drinker now? Sheesh, my boy’s all grown up!”
“I’ll take a cab home, mom.”
“Ok, go have some fun.”
Levon walked away from the parking lot and into the city, making his way into downtown. He really wanted to take a walk to clear his mind after such a long day.
He spent the next two hours wandering the city, smoking and pondering. He passed by several clubs and restaurants until he noticed a bar he had heard about from somewhere he couldn’t remember. The pink neon sign of “Dix Bar” glowed to Levon as he walked towards the homosexual watering hole.
Two hours and two drinks later, Jim Scott was a little tipsy.
“What’s it like?” Jim asked.
“What’s what like?” Jaime responded.
“Being gay…”
“Honesty, Jim… it’s fun. Being with another guy is great because it’s practically like doing yourself. You’re a guy, and he’s a guy, so you know what turns him on, what feels good… it’s easy.”
“Really? I guess that makes sense.”
Jaime’s attention went from his boss to the front door, as he saw Levon Cole enter.
“Levon?” Jaime said aloud, forgetting to hide his surprise. He had really not told Levon about his after-work plans.
“Levon!” Jim called as he followed Jaime’s surprised gaze. “Come! Drink with us!”
Levon saw Jaime first, which didn’t surprise him to see him in a place like Dix. But as he moved closer, he saw Jim sitting with him; a complete surprise.
“Jim?” Levon said as he sat down with them. “What are you doing here?”
“Jaime invited me.” Levon shot his coworker a suspicious glance, and it was returned with a slight grin.
“But I’m not gay,” Jim almost chuckled, “although I’ve been talking with our buddy here, and I’m honestly getting curious. He makes it sound pretty damn good.
Levon could smell gin on his boss’s breath. “You’re drunk, Jim.”
“A little…”
“Let him have a little fun, Levon,” Jaime said.
“All I’m saying is that I hope he doesn’t end up doing something he’ll regret…”
“Relax, Levon,” Jaime said, patting Jim on the back.
“Yeah, Levon, relax,” chimed Jim, taking another drink of gin.
Something seemed to have caught Jaime’s eye. “Hey,” he said, “I think I see someone I know. You mind if I go say hi?”
The two didn’t object and Jaime disappeared into the crowded bar.
“Good kid, good kid,” Jim said, his speech becoming slurred.
“He’s alright.” Levon muttered, and called the bartender over for a drink. He ordered a beer and looked back at Jim.
“I need to take a leak,” Jim almost stuttered.
“Go for it.”
Jim got up and left, leaving Levon alone at the bar. Levon took a sip of his beer and thought for a long while. Something didn’t sit right here, with Jaime brining Jim here, the way he acted so casually…
…Jim has been gone for a long while…
Levon looked at his watch. Jim had been in the bathroom for at least ten minutes. He was about to get up and look when Jim finally returned, taking the barstool next to Levon.
“What took you so long?” Levon asked.
“I did something in there, Levon.” Jim replied quietly.
“What did you…” Levon stopped mid-sentence when he caught a look at Jim’s face. On his chin, Levon could swear he saw a glob of what looked like cum. “What did you do?” Levon continued, concern growing in his voice.
“I gave someone a blowjob.”
“No…”
“I did… I was in the stall, and I looked down to see a hole between my stall and the next… now, I know what a ‘glory hole’ is… so I told whoever was next door that I’d do it… next thing I know… I’m sucking this dick… and I kinda liked it, you know?”
“God, Jim…” Levon didn’t know what else to say.
“I just did what Jaime had told me… to just do what I knew that other guy would like since I know what I’d like if a woman had done that to me…”
“Jaime…?” A feeling of anger came over Levon. He got up from his stool and walked over to the bathroom. He burst open the door and was not the least bit surprised to see Jaime emerging from the stall with the glory hole, zipping up his pants.
“Hey, Levon,” Jaime said. “Did you know this place had a glory hole?”
“Fuck…”
“Here? Right now? I kinda just busted a nut, but if you give me a few minutes I’m game.”
“No, no, no… you know what I mean…”
“I don’t, babe.”
“Jim just sucked your dick, damnit!”
“Was that him?” Jaime looked back at the hole with a sinister smile. “Not bad, boss…”
Levon grabbed Jaime by the collar and shoved him against the wall. “You planned this! You knew it was him in the other side of that hole…”
“Maybe I did… so what? I thought you didn’t have a crush on him.”
Levon loosened his grip. “No… I… don’t.”
“Even if you don’t, you should have him suck you off. He’s pretty good.”
“Fuck you.”
Levon let Jaime go and stormed out of the bathroom.
He found Jim where he had left him at the bar. “Let’s go,” Levon ordered. “I’m taking you home.”
“What’s wrong?” Jim asked innocently.
Levon tried to calm himself. “It’s late… we’ve got work in the morning.”
“Shit! You’re right. Let’s go… wait, where’s Jaime?”
“He left already.”
“Oh, ok.”
Levon helped Jim with his jacket and walked him outside. They hailed a cab and took it back to the parking lot at work. Jim gave Levon his keys and let him drive him home.
As Levon walked Jim to his front door, Jim leaned over and awkwardly hugged his employee.
“You know… I’m still kinda horny…”
As much as Levon truly wanted to take advantage of Jim’s horniness, he did not want to take advantage of his inebriation.
“You’re drunk, Jim. Go get some sleep.”
“How you getting home?”
“I’ll call a cab. Go sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, ok?”
“Ok… you’re a good guy, Levon. I think I’ll promote you.”
“That’s great, Jim.”
Jim fumbled with his keys and managed to open the door. Levon made sure that his boss made his way to his couch. Jim flopped onto his sofa and quickly fell asleep.
Levon called a cab, went home, masturbated, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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Deryk 3 – The Portuguese Man o’ War

This is the third of my tales of Deryk and it’s quite a long one, so I have broken it up into Parts, in case you prefer to read it in two sessions. But if you’re not familiar with Deryk already, you should perhaps first read my story, “Deryk: Be Careful What You Wish For…”, which explains a little of his background.

Father and Son Womanizing

My father and I had spent most of my summer vacation traveling around prowling the clubs. I was 16 and a junior in high school and he was a 31-year-old freelance programmer. Yup, that means he knocked up my mom (who I’ve never met) when he was younger than I was. I was raised mostly by his parents while he was in high school and college and then he took over as dad. Even though for most of my childhood dad was constantly bringing home women for one-night stands, I was always his first priority. Throwing a traditional fatherly role to the wind, he always encouraged me to try to get laid and taught me the tricks of the trade of pleasing women. He rarely closed the door when he was jacking off to porn, so sometimes I would happen across his room and go see what he was watching. We kept a folder on our computer desktop called “Hot Videos” where we would put our favorite videos so that the other one could watch them. Dad’s idea of a hilarious joke would be coming into the bathroom while I was taking a hot bath and peeing into the water so that I would have to drain the whole tub and start over.
When we decided we wanted to become worldlier in our woman-hunting ways, we started traveling around the States and staying in hotels in big cities. My fake-ID in hand, he and I would ask around for the best nightclubs and compete to see who could bring the hottest girl back to the hotel. At first we would stay in separate hotel rooms, but after the first couple hotels we decided it wasn’t worth the extra expense; plus, it was hard to tell who was doing a better job pleasuring their catch through a wall or across a hallway. We thought it would be difficult to convince ladies to have sex with another couple in the same room, (the men being father and son no less), but we found that usually they were too drunk to really care.
One night in Chicago I was having the worst of luck and somehow went the whole night without successfully baiting a sexy lady. My dad, however, was on his A-game and pulled me out of the club with his other arm around a perfect 10. With an air of defeat, I dawdled behind them back to the hotel room, where I plopped myself down on my bed to watch my dad suavely undress her, push her backwards onto the bed, lower himself to her vagina and circle her clit with his tongue. I was becoming unbelievably horny and decided to masturbate, prompting the woman to gesture for me to join in the fun, pending approval from my father. Dad didn’t miss a beat and pointed at her inviting lips. I shuffled off my jeans and pulled off my shirt as I waddled over to their bed. I then straddled the woman’s chest and began fucking her mouth. As the rocking motions of our three-way configuration began to synchronize, dad stood up at the edge of the bed, spat on his hand and rubbed it on his dick, and began moving in and out of her pussy at the same tempo I was fucking her mouth.
When my dad reached down to fondle her breasts, he couldn’t avoid touching my butt cheeks as well. I was surprised at first but quickly became accustomed to my dad’s hands on me. By the end of that night, it seemed silly that it felt weird, because dad and I had put our dicks in all the same places, kissed her after she had given the other one head, and even double-penetrated her such that our penises were in contact some of the time. From that point on it didn’t make a big difference if one of us didn’t strike it rich one night, because we knew how to have fun either way.
When my dad and I arrived at our hotel room in Montreal we had to decide whether or not we were going to hit the town that night or if we were too exhausted from traveling. My dad said he was tired, but I told him that all we’d been doing all day was sitting on a plane. “I require ‘les pussois’ tonight,” I pleaded, anticipating having to fake some French for the locals as well. My dad rolled over and groaned. “I’ll go…but you have to shave my ass. My back hurts from sitting on the plane.” He thought this would deter me, but I was very eager to get laid that night. I extracted his toiletries from the suitcase and told him to come into the bathroom.
Dad was always sure to be very well shaven before prowling for pussy, as if women had some immense fear of male pubic hair. Both dad and I would complain afterwards if one of our ‘dates’ didn’t have a well-shaven vagina. As I lathered up some shaving cream in my hands and sat down on the floor, dad leaned over the sink and dropped his pants and underwear in one fell swoop. He parted his legs so that from where I was sitting I could see his smooth asshole, his somewhat parted butt cheeks, his slightly hairy balls and his impressive cock hanging down several inches further. Taking pride in the task as if it were my soul vocation, I spread the shaving cream evenly around all of the areas in question, including spreading it around his scrotum by cupping it in my hand and running my index finger along the sides of his butt crack. By the time I was done working my magic, his rear, were it not toned and a bit larger, could easily have been mistaken for a pre-adolescent boy’s.
“Now do me!” I demanded, impressed with my tonsorial skills and feeling that I deserved some pampering. Despite the fact that I had just made a masterpiece out of his ass, he was reluctant to agree. I disrobed and bent over such that my asshole was staring directly at his face. I could sense that he was overcome with the same sense of duty that I was, and he became fairly involved in shaving my balls, butt, and pubic region. We then stepped into the shower to wash up before going out, where we each did one final inspection to check for missed patches, spreading each other’s butt cheeks and nearly penetrating one another with our noses. This ordeal quickly became a pre-clubbing ritual, and we became the most cleanly shaven straight men in North America.
In Seattle we were returning to a hotel one night, but this time I had found a blonde girl who was about 19 years old and my dad hadn’t found anyone. Though while we were walking I had slid my hand underneath her miniskirt and was cupping her firm ass, she didn’t seem to mind the additional attention of my dad’s hand as it slid around her shoulder down into her top. She had seemed pretty timid at the club, but once we got her naked we found that she was very domineering. She had my dad lay down on his back while she stood over his face facing his feet and lowered her pussy onto his face prompting him to start lapping up the copious juices that were flowing. She looked at my dad’s cock standing at full attention out of her arm’s reach, and then she looked at me. “A little help?” she asked.
This girl was so hot I would have done anything she said. I leaned over the bed and took just the tip of my dad’s cock in my mouth, unintentionally smearing his pre-cum all over my lips. I had seen my dad been blown enough times to know how this was done. I took as much of his penis as possible into my mouth and used a twisting motion as I bobbed up and down. I could tell I was doing a good job, because as I sped up, my dad started thrashing his tongue around faster in the girl’s vagina and she started moaning. She watched me for a few more moments before she stood up, jumped off the bed, and said “let my show you how this is done.”
I watched as the girl took my dad’s entire cock into her mouth and down her throat. As she moved her head up and down, I could see the head of my dad’s cock creating a lump on her neck like an Adam’s Apple which moved up and down. Dad and I had never found a lady who would deep-throat us before, so in his intrigue, my dad brought his head off the pillow to watch her impressive display. She gestured towards dad’s head and muttered for an instant when her mouth wasn’t full of my dad’s cock, “Hold him down. Sit on his face.”
I crawled up on the bed, pushed my dad’s head back down onto the pillow and straddled his face just as she had done earlier. To my surprise, my dad opened his mouth and took both my whole scrotum into his mouth, running his tongue between and around my balls. At that point the girl crawled up onto my dad’s cock so that she was facing me and started bouncing up and down, causing my dad to moan into my balls. The girl reached forward and started to stroke my cock as well as sticking her tongue into her mouth and kissing me. I could taste more of my dad’s pre-cum in her mouth. I moved forward just an inch or so to facilitate the kissing, and now my dad’s tongue was directly in line with my butt hole. When he began moving his tongue in circles around my butt hole, I lost it and moaned loudly as I came in four hearty spurts against the girl’s stomach. She then used her hands to spread my cum all around her stomach and tits.
Once I had caught my breath, I moved out of the way and she leaned over my dad so he could suck my cum off of her tits. At a loss for what to do, I went around to the foot of the bed and watched my dad’s penis moving in and out of her vagina. I got down on my knees and started licking my dad’s hairless balls to return the favor while also fingering the girl’s ass. Every few licks I would throw in one where I started on my dad’s balls and then licked all the way up the underside of his shaft and into the rear crest of her vagina. After just a few minutes, my dad blew his stack into her vagina, and a stream of his spunk flowed down out of her vagina down to his balls, which I proceeded to lick clean.
Once we had both cum, the three of us crawled into bed together, sandwiching the girl into the middle. She, however, said she had to get home. Once she hopped out of bed, got dressed, and darted out of the hotel room, my dad and I moved in closer to fill the gap so that his flaccid penis was pressed up against my ass crack and his arm was around me and his hand on my stomach.

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Part 1
I come from an extended family that has a tradition where the young men and women get married in their mid-teens and start their families early. My twin brother Mike and our sister Julie are among the first to not observe that tradition. Mike and I are 20 and Julie will be 19 in a month. By the way, I’m Mark.
Our parents are in their mid to late thirties and both sets of Grandparents are in their mid-fifties. Our Grandparents and parents are hard working people. One of the things that they have all worked for is a vacation cabin on a lake.
They call the cabin “The Fishing Lodge”. Actually, there is a compound with individual family cabins. The original “lodge” was a large, single room building. It had kitchen and dining space at one end and a large fire place and seating area at the other end. Bunks were built along the walls. Modesty has never been a big deal in our family, but the bunks could be screened, for an illusion of privacy, with curtains. The “lodge” is now used for big family get-togethers. The kitchen area is still there, but the bunks have been removed and replaced with more seating – futons, couches, etc. The room is now called the “Big Room”.
We spent many weekends and almost all of our family vacations there. It was great for kids with the hiking, fishing and all the water related activities. We had a little sail boat, a couple of canoes and several rowboats – all leaky. Best of all was the skinny dipping off the dock and gravel beach. Everyone skinny dipped, both the adults and the kids. Like I said, modesty is no big deal and neither is familial nudity.
Sometimes, all of the adults would gather at the “lodge” over a weekend. The kids stayed at home in the care of the teenagers under 18. Recently, Mom and Dad told us that they were going to the “lodge” for the coming weekend and all three of us were welcome to come with them, if we wished. They looked so eager and expectant, that all three of us looked at each other and in unison answered, “Sure.”
Let me tell you about that weekend.
We drove up on a Friday morning. Both pairs of Grandparents were there waiting for us to arrive. Betty and Phil are Mom’s parents. They are a couple of years younger that Dad’s parents, Diane and Harry. We unloaded the cars and made ourselves comfortable. Everyone had packed something for a picnic lunch. While eating lunch, on the deck, the conversation ranged over work, school, family, other aunts, uncles and cousins, problems with finding time for boy and girl friends, exercising, relaxation, and all the other things families talk about.
Harry said, “This weekend is just for relaxation. We’re here to have a good time and just enjoy each others company. I think we should start with a dip in the lake. Last one in, is a slowpoke!” With that, he pulled his polo shirt off. Mom took off her blouse then pulled her shorts off. Everyone else was frantically undressing. Diane said, “No fair! Women generally wear more pieces of clothes than men do!” As she said this, she stepped out of her panties and headed towards the dock. Phil was ahead of everyone. He had pulled off his shorts first and he was unbuttoning his shirt as he ran towards the dock.
Julie, Mike and I looked at each. I pulled off my t-shirt at the same time Julie did. She was braless. I lost a bit of time as I watched Julie’s long blonde hair cascade down her back after she pulled her t-shirt over her head. Julie stepped out of her shorts. Mom had removed her bra and panties and was trotting towards the lake. Julie ran up next to Mom and took her hand. Mike was behind them. I pushed my shorts off then jogged after them. Harry, Betty and Dad were behind Phil and Diane. I ran up beside Julie and took her other hand. Mike did the same with Mom. The four of us jogged down to the dock together. It would have been a sight for someone out on the lake or standing on the dock and looking back up the sloping lawn towards the “lodge”. Here was a bunch of naked people, yelling and laughing and throwing clothing as they ran to the lake with tits and balls bouncing and cocks flopping.
Everyone else was in the water when we reached the end of the dock. We jumped off together, still holding hands. The water was about four feet deep and it was COLD! As soon as I hit the water, my sac shrunk right up to tuck my nuts inside where it was warm. Mom’s and Julie’s nipples were hard and standing straight out from their goose pimple covered areola.
We were gasping for air after the shock of the cold water. It didn’t take us long to become involved in the wrestling match and water fight that was going on. Julie and I finally broke away. I gave her a boost to help her up on to the dock. My hand on her firm butt was no accident. I pulled myself up on to the dock. I got one leg up and Julie put her hand inside my thigh and pulled. I’m sure the fingers brushing against my cock was no accident either.
Julie squeezed some of the water out of her hair, then leaned back and lifted her face, and firm breasts, to the sun. We sat and watched the melee in the water. There seemed to be a lot of grab-ass and groping going on and Phil and Diane had refined it further with a face-to-face bear hug. Julie looked at my crotch, “Things seem to be getting warmer again.” I looked down. My ball sac and nuts were back where they belonged.
Everyone finally got out of the water. We walked back up to “lodge” and headed for the hot tub. This hot tub is something else. It is a long oval and must be large enough to seat 12-15 people. It is built into the deck which surrounds it.
After we were settled in the tub, conversation died away and everyone one relaxed. I was seated between Mom and Julie. Phil and Diane were still “mousing” around.. She must have been fondling his cock and he must have been playing with her pussy. Julie gave me a nudge. Diane had relaxed and was leaning against the side of the hot tub. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted and she was running the tip of her tongue along her upper lip. Phil was probably diddling her clit. Dad and Harry were seated across from Phil and Diane. Mike was between Julie and Harry.
Betty was sitting across from me. She glanced over at Diane, then extended her leg, slid it between my legs and started to rub my crotch with her foot. Mom smiled at me, then ran her hand down the inside of my thigh. She lifted my cock and balls so Betty had better access with her foot. Mom squeezed my cock, then moved over and sat beside Betty.
Part 2
The three of us, Mike, Julie and I, kind of suspected sex was part of the activities at the “adult” weekends at the “lodge”. But we learned more was involved when, a while back, we found a package of instant photos hidden among some boxes of old family tax and school records that were stored in the basement.
When we opened the package, the top photo was face down. When we turned it over, we got a surprise. It was a picture of Mom sucking on a hard cock. We knew it wasn’t Dad’s because he was behind her watching. Julie said, “I think we should stop right here and put these back.” Mike said, “Ah, come on, Julie! These were probably taken at the “lodge”. We’ve always thought something was funny about the “adult” weekends. This will prove it.” “Yeah, Julie, it won’t hurt to look at them.” “I don’t know, you guys . . .” But Julie was already reaching for the second photo. It was a more general scene. We could tell that this was taken in the Big Room. Dad was on his knees, apparently stroking his cock, while Mom sucked the cock of a man who looked like her brother, Larry. Another man, with his back to the camera, was also on his knees. A woman was on her hands and knees in front of him. His body blocked the view of her head and shoulders, but Harry was on his knees behind her, apparently doing her doggie style.
We looked through the rest of the pictures. There were several pictures of Mom being fucked by different men, including her Father-in-law, Harry – and her Dad, Phil. In one picture she is sitting on a cock, holding and sucking another cock, holding a cock in her other hand and there are two more cocks visible behind her head. Another picture showed her standing next to Harry. Julie commented, “Boy, Grandpa Harry has a big dick.” Other pictures showed Dad eating pussy and fucking different women including his Mother, Diane.
In a picture of the threesome behind Dad, the woman turned out to be Betty. The guy she was servicing was still unknown, but she had sucked him to completion and he had shot his wad on her face. Harry was stroking his cock and shooting his wad onto her back. The next snapshot was the first in a series of Mom and Betty. Mom licks the cum off Betty’s face, then they move into a 69. In the last photo, Mom is on her knees, Harry’s cock in poised to enter her pussy and Betty is licking the underside of Harry’s cock.
Near the bottom of the pack, was another photo of Dad watching Mom suck cock. The next photo was of Mom holding the cock and looking at Dad. Dad is licking the cockhead in the following photo and Mom is watching. In the next photo, Dad has a lip lock around the cock shaft about two-thirds of the way down and Mom’s head is down in Dad’s crotch.
There was a snapshot of Harry sucking Phil’s cock and, in the next photo, Harry and Betty are in a 69 and Phil is pushing his cock up Harry’s ass. There was a photo of Dad eating Mom’s pussy and Uncle Larry had his cock up Dad’s ass.
The last two photos were taken on the deck. Mom and Betty are kneeling and they are surrounded by several of the men who are pissing on them. Diane is on her knees by Harry. She has a hold of his cock and is, apparently, trying to aim it. Mom and Betty look like they are laughing. They have their heads thrown back and they are holding their tits up for the golden shower. In the last photo, Mom and Betty are standing and everyone else is gathered around them and some of them are licking their bodies.
These two photos had captions: the first was titled “Rinsing off the Cum” and the second was simply titled “Tongue Drying”.
We were silent as we put the photos back. All you could hear was the three of us breathing. “Boy,” Julie said, “They do everything, don’t they?” “And everyone,” answered Mike. I said, almost to myself, “Man, those pictures gave me a boner. Mom and Dad really like sex.” “Kinky sex too,” said Mike, as he rubbed his crotch. Julie said, “Just looking at them made my panties wet.”
Mike and I looked at our little sister. She had her hand down the front of her shorts. She blushed as she pulled her hand out. “I really need my clit diddled. Will you guys help me?” She put her hands against our crotches. She then pulled off her t-shirt and laid it on one of the boxes of records. She pulled her shorts and panties off together. All she was wearing was white running shoes and white socks. She sat down on the box and leaned back against a stack of other boxes. She spread her legs and started rubbing her pussy. “Come on, help me get off.”
Mike and I looked at each other. Sure, all three of us had sneaked around trying see each other, and our parents, naked either in the shower or while dressing and undressing, but this was different. This was adult! We both undressed and stood by Julie. She looked up at us, then reached up and took our cocks in her hands. “You guys both must be a big as Harry.” “What do you want us to do?” “Kneel down and I’ll show you.” We knelt beside her, she spread her pussy lips with her fingers, and our little sister proceeded to teach the two of us how to properly eat pussy.
Julie had several orgasms. She wriggled and thrust her pelvis and moaned and cried and shuddered. We helped her along as best we could. In addition to trying to stay on her clit, we kissed and sucked her breasts and pinched and twisted her nipples. (Later she said mild nipple abuse really turned her on.) Finally, she calmed down. We thought she may have fainted, but she opened her eyes, looked at us and started giggling. “What? What?” “I’m sorry, but your faces are all wet with my pussy juices.” Julie sat upright and kissed both of us.
“That was great! Now what can I do for you?” Julie said as she looked at our aching hard-ons. We lay both lay down on the floor, Julie kneeled between us and we taught her how to give a hand job. Funny thing, though, she caught on really quickly and used a few techniques and twists that were new to us. She jacked us off and she giggled as we shot our loads onto our stomachs. She tasted our cum and fed each of us a taste of our own and each other’s cum. I sucked her finger like it was a little cock. Before we got up, I slipped a finger into her pussy and then gave her a taste of her juices. She sucked my finger clean.
We made sure the package of photos was put away properly, then showered together and got dressed just before Mom and Dad arrived home from work. This was the start of the special relationship with my little sister and twin brother.

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A Twin Thing

I have a thing for Identical twin boys. I had one but he died whe we were young. I wish we had the chance to experiment.

Tied up and Abused

There I was, my ankles tied to my wrists and spread wide apart over my head. Rodney ran his lube coated finger up and down my asscrack, greasing the whole thing and giving me an icredible sense of anticipation over what was to come. He then got more lube on his finger and greased up my asshole, inserting one finger slowly. It hurt a little. He thrust it in and out slowly, then more rapidly.
It began to feel better, when he added a second finger to the first. It only hurt a little, as he quickly expanded my hole to accommodate the action of his fingers. It began to feel downright good as he twisted and thrust. My cock began to harden. He slapped my balls several times with the other hand as I yelped in pain. He then grabbed them, squeezing gently, then more roughly, rolling them, causing me to scream in pain. My cock got harder, though, loving the abuse.
Martha’s mouth came down over my cock as he rolled my balls more gently. I like associating the gentle pain being administered to my balls with the warm sucking on my hard cock. Her mouth was good, taking me deep, sucking gently on my whole cock. Then she took me into her throat. She had sucked me off many times before, but her husband had never finger fucked me like this. I was starting to breathe harder under their ministrations.
Martha was gagging again. She had told me once that she loved to gag, because she knew it was part of pleasing to her man.
Martha pulled her mouth off my cock and it waved wet and hard in the air as I wiggled as much as I could trying to get Rodney’s fingers deeper into my asshole. It was pure pleasure now. I began to mewl and beg Rodney to bring me off. Suddenly he stopped and backed away from the table. I heard his zipper come down and looked down. He was extracting his cock from his pants. Though he wasn’t huge, it looked awfully large to me. he stroked it vigorously and It got hard very quickly. He jacked it several more times. “I’ve wanted to do this for years, Stu. And now I’m going to. And you are going to enjoy it.” I knew I would.
He inserted the head slowly and rocked back and forth gently, then pushed deeper. It never hurt a bit. I heard a high keening sound and then a voice begging to be fucked. I realized deep somewhere in my mind that it was me. Rodney began slamming deeper and deeper into my asshole. It felt great now, and I knew an orgasm was building deep within. He began squeezing my balls again, alternating gently with roughly. When he squeezed and rolled them gently I cooed with the pleasure; when he rolled them roughly, I would cry out in pain, but even the pain kept my cock hard and caused me to beg for more. I begged shamelessly as he slowed and told me to beg him to fuck him more.
“Don’t stop, Rodney. Please don’t stop! Oh God!! Fuck me, please, fuck me!!! Ohhhh! GOD!! Ohhhhh!!! FUCK!!! Make me feel your cock in me, man. FUCK!! Oh, fuck me more. Ride my ass , Rodney. Squeeze my balls. Squeeze them even harder. Oh God!! Hurt me, Rodney. Make me cry out more in pain. Oh fuck, Rodney, you’re hurting me!!!”
He then began slamming my ass harder and faster. I heard that keening cry of pleasure again and knew it was me. My prostate was being stroked and it was getting me very excited very fast.
At that moment, Martha’s mouth came down over my throbbing cock again, all the way down. She drove my cock deep into her throat. I heard her gagging, then I felt her drive even deeper, as her throat accommodated my cock. She was a great cocksucker and she was proving it now. Her husband got to watch as she sucked me off, gagged on me, then driving my cock deeper in her throat.
I began to come. I exploded as Rodney kept fucking me- hard. He was driving deep and fast, pushing me over the top. Martha sucked my thick white jism and swallowed it as fast as my balls could push it through my cock. I cried out in ecstasy, over and over, screaming out my pleasure, my voice wailing. My voice was incoherent, gibberish, really. I sobbed and cried in an ecstatic state, as my orgasm ebbed after a long time throbbing through my body.
Martha pulled her mouth off of my wet, clean cock. she had sucked it dry, for sure. She came over and kissed my mouth, kissed me deeply, exchanging her cummy saliva with my wet and hot slobber. Rodney’s wet and hot cock had softened some and plopped free of my gaping, abused asshole. He promised me it was red and slack, but that it would remember his cock the next time and open up for him more quickly. “So let that be a lesson. This will happen to you again, if you come over here again begging to be fucked.” I smiled at him, cause I couldn’t wait.
But I would wait a few minutes more, though, because he brought that slackening cock over and offered it to my mouth. I took it in, sucked it deeply and cleaned it off. I sucked on it several minutes, till it began to harden again. “Get it ready so I can fuck Martha,” he said. “She’s going to get it now. She richly deserves it. She did a good job on you, now she’ll do a good job on me”

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Chapter 3 – Love is Made

The third story in my continuation. Things get more interesting from here on out. Hope you all enjoy the story from now on! 🙂
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Several hours later, I found myself in Nate’s living room, lying next to him, playing Xbox; as if our little make-out session had never occurred. However, I knew it was fresh on his mind. Every now and then, as we were playing, I’d glance over and he’d smile sweetly at me. On one occasion, he even leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was in heaven.
His brother came home a few hours later, and we were forced to move from the living room to Nate’s room. We played another game, and ended up watching a random movie on television. But our attention quickly falter from the TV. Nate got up at one point to use the bathroom, but when he came back, he shut and locked his bedroom door. Obviously to keep any would-be intruders out.
He sat next to me, but halfway through the movie, his hand found its way to my crotch. He massaged it gently, pretending not to notice my surprise when I looked over at him.
The next thing I knew, we were making out passionately; tongues twirling together, lips being nibbled on and tugged on, and lips smacking. My fingers ran through his long black hair, while his arms were wrapped firmly around my neck.
“Is it bad that I want you this badly?” I whispered to him after a few minutes.
He giggled, “No.. I want you just as badly.” he replied seductively.
I virtually tore his shirt away, exposing his smooth, flawless chest. I hungrily kissed and nibbled his neck, causing him to moan softly in pleasure. His skin was soft to the touch, and warm. Seizing his pant’s button, I jerked it lose and ripped the zipper down, pulling his jeans and boxers off without much effort. His beautiful dick was hard as cement, standing straight up between his legs. He blushed a little when he realized I was staring at it.
“You’re so…stunning.” I mumbled to myself.
I then got on my knees in front of him and took his six and a half inches in my mouth. His dick tasted somewhat salty, but I didn’t mind. I liked his dick being in my mouth. For the next several minutes I sucked him off, moans of pleasure and ecstasy coming from us both. After a few more minutes, he had a leg shaking orgasm, shooting off several ropes of cum into my mouth.
“Geez, I’m sorry man. I didn’t even warn you.” he said between pants, trying to catch his breath.
“Its fine.” I smiled back at him, wiping his juices from my chin and cheeks.
I stood up and kissed his lips gently, taking my right hand and softly stroking his cheek as I did. His still semi-hard dick was pressed into my own as he stood on the edge of his toes to return my kiss, his arms wrapping around my neck once again.
This sensation was different than any I’d felt before. Being with him by itself was heavenly to me, but kissing him and touching him this intimately was on a whole different level. I was a virgin, unlike him, but I could tell I wasn’t going to be one much longer.
We fell back on his bed, my hands finding themselves a place on each of his ass cheeks; gently squeezing them as we continued to make out.
After a few more minutes of this, he threw his head back against his pillow, “Take me..!” he gasped.
I pulled away immediately with brief shock. I knew what he meant, I was just surprised it was actually happening.
“Are you sure?” I asked him, stroking his cheek gently.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. I want you in me.” he replied, cheeks turning red from the exertion our session was costing him.
I nodded my head and relented. I wanted him too, and if this is how he wanted it, I was happy to give it to him.
Without any lube present to help him loosen up, I was forced to rely on the only other thing I knew that might work, but I was, at least a first, unsure of how I felt about it. Nevertheless, I got on my knees, turned him over on his stomach, and planted my tongue right between his two smooth ass cheeks. He gasped in shock and immense pleasure as I rimmed him, wetting his ass in preparation for what was to come.
It didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would. He obviously cleaned himself well. Before long, I’d found a rhythm and was furiously eating him out. His moans and groans, followed by his quick gasps and the fact that his dick was now fully erect was a sign to me that this was completely turning him on. He was loving it, and that made me happy.
Before long, he was finally ready. I stood up and lifted his legs, resting one on each of my shoulders.
“Wait.” he said suddenly, reaching his arm over the side of the bed and then sticking it underneath. He retrieved a small condom package and tossed it up to me.
“Use this.” he said, “Just to be safe.”
I nodded and smiled at him, taking the condom from its package and slowly placing it over my rock solid boner.
“Be gentle…” he mumbled softly.
“I will.” I replied, reaching down and ruffling his hair, “I’d never hurt you, bud.”
With that, I pressed my dick against his soft but wet asshole and slowly pushed it in. He gasped with pain as it broke through and slid into him. I was careful not to push it in to quickly, and the saliva I’d left on his asshole was helping ease the process a little. After a few seconds, I was completely inside of him. I could feel all of him, and it was a feeling beyond good.
He looked up to me, face red as a cherry, and nodded, “I’m ready.”
Without any other words, I began to slowly pump my hips; sliding my dick slowly in and out of his ass. I could tell he was in pain, so I kept it slow until I began to notice moans of pleasure coming from him.
“Uhhh, harder…” he moaned after a few minutes. “I want it harder.”
That’s when I leaned down, planted my lips on his, and began to furiously pump my dick in and out of his hot ass. We made out as I fucked him for everything he had, losing my virginity in the process. The feeling of his ass clenched around my dick was amazing. No words could fully describe what I was feeling. I could tell he was liking it too, and for several minutes we lost ourselves in our love making.
I could feel myself nearing my orgasm, so I reached down and grabbed his dick, stroking him off furiously as I continued to fuck him. At one point I even lightly spanked his ass, something that seemed to turn him on even more. At that point, he let out a chilling groan of pleasure and shot his load all over my stomach as he climaxed. I wasn’t far behind, and before I knew it, my knees shook, and I shot my own load within him, moaning loudly as I did.
Slowly, I slipped out of him and removed the condom. I then collapsed next to him in the bed, and we spent the next few minutes in silence trying to catch our breaths. Taking a glance outside his window, I’d noticed the sun slipping below the horizon, and then I noticed his shallow breathing. He had fallen asleep.
I smiled and pulled his blanket over the two of us, making sure he looked comfortable before pulling his still-naked body close to mine and cuddling with him. I kissed his forehead softly as I watched him sleep. He didn’t move much, nor did he make much noise. He was simply peaceful, and the sight of it warmed my heart.
It wasn’t much longer, and I too, fell asleep, drifting into a world of dreams where he, no doubt, awaited me…

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The Nightmare is Back – Logan & Bryce (A New Series)

Hey, guys! Author of the Blake & Ben series, here! I have been working on a new series with new characters lately. This is only half of the first part. I just wanted some feedback on this – curious to know if you guys would like a new series from me. And, no, I’m not ending the Blake & Ben series. Just wanted to try a new story. Please let me know if you’d like me to continue this, or just focus primarily on Blake & Ben. Thanks! Hope you enjoy!

Stefan & Damon, Part II

This is a sequel, so it would be better if you would read the first part, that way you wouldn’t be missing a thing. By the way, at the point when Stefan leaves, the POV changes, it migt kinda get confusing. Hope you guys enjoy!(: [Stefan, Damon, and all other caracters are strictly NOT my property, and are made by LJ Smith. ]

Love and life ch. 4

Chapter 4
“Don’t Let the Bed Bugs Bite”
“Wait!!!” says Andrew, “let me go first I don’t want to be taking a shower in you house after you are asleep, it would feel too much like prowling.”
“Well…you are a pussycat, but ok that makes sense. The door right next to the one we came out of after studying is the shower, don’t forget to lock the door.” Says Kyle.
“Ok, thanks Kyle” says Andrew.
Kyle then heads up to his room, which just happens to be right next to the bathroom, but on the other side. Little does Andrew know, but there is a door from Kyle’s room to the bathroom, and as the hot water runs, Kyle get curious. He opens the door, to see no one in the shower. To his surprise, Andrew is on the ground!!! He is totally hard having time to “himself” more like with himself. Kyle can’t stop staring. He then proceeds to enter the room (which is quickly filling up with steam) and as the steam gets thicker he begins to play with Andrew’s body, little by little he feels around Andrew, being careful never to touch too hard and notice him of his presence, of course now the room is so steamy you can’t see anything. That also means that Andrew and Kyle are both sweating from the heat. All of a sudden Andrew stops, “I thought you were calling me a fag.”
“well… I don’t know now, you are different than other guys. They are all idiots with no place in the world, you are a real human” and with that Kyle kisses Andrew, Andrew kisses back. Kyle begins to trace out Andrew’s body lightly with his finger tips. His fingers meet back up with his head, and he begins to follow his fingers with his lips moving farther and farther away from the big head and moving down. His fingers reach the hard cock of Andrew and stop. They play with it a little, and Andrew moans wantingly. Then Kyle uses his lips not mouth just lips to kiss his hard member and soon from lips to tongue, from tongue to mouth, and from mouth to throat. Andrew begins to buck his hips, and contract all of his muscles as he reaches his climax, and at the same second that Kyle takes his mouth off of Andrew, Andrew shoots it onto Kyle’s face. Andrew looks horrified.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen!!” thinking that he sees Kyle’s angry face.
“What are you talking about??? That is exactly what I wanted, we BOTH need a shower now. Let’s go. How’s about it???” asks Kyle.
After the “shower” which just turned out to be a lot of soap dropping. They both head for their “respective beds”, of course just to sleep together they argue over what bed they want, so they end up sharing. With Andrew in Kyle’s arms, they both fall asleep, but before that Kyle says the one thing to finish that can finish the perfect evening, “ Sleep tight, Don’t let the bed bugs bite…” as he drifts off to sleep.
Chapter 5
“Where’s the rubber ducky?”
The first to wake up the next morning is Kyle. He wakes up very warm and happy, and then he feels a person within his arms, he looks down to see Andrew’s figure in his arms. Kyle puts his hands down Andrew’s underwear. Andrew’s member is soft and warm. Kyle then moves his probing fingers to Andrew’s testes, and finds them to be medium-sized and warm. Feeling these, he starts to get hard. “Hey watch where you are pointing that “loaded weapon,” Yawns Andrew.
“How long have you been awake,” Asks Kyle.
“Long enough, do you know how hard it is to say soft when someone is playing with your dick??? It is very hard” says Andrew, “here let me show you.” Kyle turns around abruptly and looks right into Kyle’s eyes. Andrew then sticks his hands in Kyle’s underpants. Kyle flinches a little, then relaxes and closes his eyes and begins to moan. Then Andrew goes under the sheets. He traces his tongue down Kyle’s torso, starting at the neck down to the nipples, where he stops to nibble for a second before moving on to the stomach. He sticks his tongue in Kyle’s belly button and Kyle shudders.
“Don’t do that it feels weird” says Kyle. Andrew is at the underpants band; licking just below the belly button. He then brings his face into Kyle’s crotch. Kyle gets immediately hard. Andrew pulls off Kyle’s underwear and begins to play with his now hard member. Slowly and lightly, Andrew begins to suck on Kyle’s dick. Kyle begins to moan again. Faster and harder Andrew moves, and Kyle begins to buck his hips. Andrew begins to deep throat Kyle’s dick. Kyle then climaxes into the deeper portion of Andrew’s throat. But that is not enough for Andrew, he continues to suck on kyles softening dick. “Andrew I’m done…I can’t cum anymore…suck too long and it will start to hurt so stop now. Plus now we need to take another shower.”
“But pussycats don’t like water” Says Andrew.
“Well guess what if you want to see anymore of this dick I suggest that you go take a shower with me” croons Kyle.
“Fine,” pouts Andrew,”but I’m pitcher!!! Ha I beat you to it!”
“Darn…ok,” Sighs Kyle.
Once again the shower is turned on. Kyle picks up his lube and goes into the bathroom to find Andrew totally naked. He gives the lube and a condom to Andrew. Andrew looks puzzled. “Aren’t you gonna help me?” asks Andrew.
“Ok” Kyle moves toward Andrew, and they begin to kiss passionately. Kyle’s hand moves toward Andrew’s dick making it hard. He takes the condom and slides it onto Andrew’s hard cock. Kyle, having finished his job lies down on his back. Andrew picks up the lube and lubes up a finger, picks up Kyle’s legs and sticks his finger in Kyle’s tight ass. Kyle tightens, then he relaxes, and as he relaxes Andrew adds another finger, and then another. He then replaces his rock hard member for the three fingers. Kyle and Andrew get into a rhythm and Kyle begins to moan in slight pain, while Andrew moans in pleasure. Faster and faster, the rhythm picks up speed, and as the boys begin to tire, Andrew feels his climax Cumming, so he pulls out and pulls off the condom, and finishes the job onto Kyle’s face.
“Now we really need a shower.” Says Kyle, as Andrew licks the last of the cum off of Kyle’s smiling face. “Where’s the rubber ducky?” chuckles Kyle as he holds the other boy in his arms as he had when he first woke up. They both get into the shower turn up the hot water. As steam fills the room so does the moaning of two boys in a shower.

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