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My Life as a Slave 1

My Life as a Slave 1
I entered the gay chatroom, posting that I was looking for someone that was dominant and into bondage. After a few fruitless hours, and some people that didn’t quite grasp the concept of intelligent conversation, I was messaged by someone who intrigued me. His name was Ross, he was 40, and he’d had bondage experience. I was 17, working in a better job than most who never went to college, and living on my own, me being gay not having sat well with my family. I loved older men, and I was intrigued.
We talked for a while, discussing interests and bondage, and I found out he was fairly nearby, me living in Albany, NY, and him living in southern Vermont. It was a drive of about an hour and a half. I didn’t have any pictures of myself, but I talked to him on the microphone for a while.
After a few months of this, he decided we should meet. He recommended meeting in the middle and getting food so neither of us had to drive too much, and it’d be a neutral place in case I got nervous.
I pulled into the diner, seeing his old Chevy pickup in the lot and walked in. He said he’d have a red hat on so I could find him. I scanned the restaurant and saw him and sat down. We introduced ourselves and he smiled at the look of me. He called me cute when I described myself, and I guess I’d satisfied his mental picture. He was pretty much exactly how he described himself, a little taller than me, short dark hair, fit, but showing some of the paunch that comes with age.
We ate and talked for a while, the conversation turning to sex and bondage. He said that I seemed pretty calm and that he liked how I didn’t shy away from the more hardcore topics. At one point he asked me to stand up and spin around so he could look at my body. I complied quickly, the thought of following orders, especially in public making my dick start to stand.
I asked him if we could go back to his place. He seemed taken aback by the question at first, but then readily agreed. We left, and I drove behind him the whole way back. The diner was about a half hour away from his apartment, all the way I was both nervous and horny. I followed him up to his third floor apartment, and removed my shoes as I walked in.
He told me he wanted to talk with me for a while, make sure I was comfortable, but that part of bondage is being uncomfortable, so I should strip down to my boxers. I complied and handed him my clothes, which he took into another room. He returned and sat on the couch, and I was to stand on the round wooden coffee table in front of it.
I was nervous, but my cock was starting to stiffen. We talked about innocuous things for a little while, and the first few words were difficult, having been put on display like I was, but slowly they flowed more easily. Quickly, our conversation shifted to some of the more “adult” things we’d talked about online.
My cock couldn’t help but grow hard, and I instinctively tried to make that less apparent. He could not help but notice and asked me if I was self conscious about my erection. I told him I was, and he commanded that I unbutton my boxers and pull it out through the slit. All of a sudden, there I was, hiding nothing from someone I’d had a conversation with for less than a few hours.
He told me I had a nice cock, to which I thanked him and probably turned pretty red. He asked me if I liked showing him my dick. I told him yes. He said good, because it would be out very often. He also asked if I’d had as little bondage experience as I’d said, to which I told him yes again. Now, he said, it was time to take my boxers off. I complied once again, and handed them to him.
I stood there and talked with him for several more minutes, my hands behind my back per his orders, my body on display on the coffee table.
He stood and told me to follow him into the bedroom, where I watched him toss my boxers into a safe that I could only assume held the rest of my clothes. On his bed was a box filled with various bondage items. He told me that he knew I preferred rope bondage, but that I was going to have to submit to him as opposed to him binding me.
He handed me a leather collar with four D-rings on it. I fastened it tightly around my neck. Next he gave me handcuffs, and told me that once they were on me, I was his to enjoy. I paused for a moment, before locking them onto my wrists behind my back.
Now, for the first time, I was helpless in front of Ross. He smiled somewhat evilly, which gave my cock another twitch. The great thing about cuffs, he told me, was that there was no escaping. I was his until he decided to let me go, whereas rope provided a possibility for escape, not that I could from his ties anyways.
He gave my stomach a little slap, just enough to get my attention. “I want you to realize, I can do anything I want to you now,” he informed me. “You know how I said you’d be naked most of the time here?” I nodded. “I lied. You’ll be naked all of the time.”
This only made me hornier. He brought me over in front of an armchair, where he forced me to my knees. He asked me if I wanted to see his cock in person. I nodded eagerly. He asked me if I was willing to be trained to give head. Another nod. He told me that the first thing I had to do was beg to suck him dry.
I’d never sucked a dick before, let alone begged to, so this was completely new to me. For about a half hour, I moaned and pleaded with him to let me suck his cock. Before he finally relented, he told me that I should understand that sucking his cock was a privilege and a reward, not a right. Every time I was allowed to wrap my lips around his dick, I was to thank him for it. I nodded again.
I had to scooch closer to be able to lean over without losing my balance. He didn’t push my head down at all while letting me go to work. I took his head in my mouth, him being about seven inches and circumcised (as I am also) and started bobbing up and down. I didn’t expect to do a great job, and concentrated on keeping my teeth out of the way. His cock tasted as any other bit of skin does with the wetness of my saliva and his precum.
As I worked, I wondered what his cum would taste like, knowing he’d expect me to swallow. I’d heard conflicting reports, and the thought made me a little nervous. I wanted to enjoy the taste, but didn’t know if I would. He let me work for a few minutes before instructing me to take as much of him as I could in my mouth. I responded by forcing my head down until a disappointing three inches had disappeared. He reassured me this was good for a first try, but that I’d eventually have to learn to deep throat him. I was to be punished if I didn’t learn fast enough.
I worked on going deeper and deeper while I blew him, but seemed to make little progress. What I did make some progress at was getting him closer to cumming. He told me he hadn’t cum for a while, wanting it to be relatively easy for me to get him off, so I could expect a big load. This did little to ease my nerves.
After a few more minutes, he started moaning that he was close. I took this as my cue to focus my efforts on his head. His cock stiffened as a warning before he shot several ropes of cum into my mouth. The first few splashed down my throat and I had to struggle not to cough or gag, before he eventually began dribbling on my tongue.
After he finished and slid his dick out, he told me to hold his cum in my mouth. The taste wasn’t as bad as I thought, but a bit stronger, not unlike salt water, but thicker. The vulgarity of semen sloshing around in my mouth only served to make me hornier. He tucked his cock back into his pants before he made me swallow.
After I’d swallowed my first load, he covered his cock and stood up. He helped me to my feet and brought me back over to the box on the bed. He grabbed a rubber cock ring and stretched it over my dick. It had another smaller ring that dangled below my balls, making it in essence a figure eight. To this loop he attached a leash that was about fifteen feet long.
He took pleasure in dragging me around the room and his apartment for several minutes, and I loved the control he had over me. Sometime he would pull me close so he could stroke my cock or swat my ass, or lightly slap my balls. Everything he did made me hornier and hornier. Finally he pulled me over to a sliding glass door that opened to a small balcony. There were blinds that could be drawn across the door to block the sun. He attached my leash to the rod, tightening it until I had to stand on my tiptoes. I was both nervous and exhilarated at the fact that I was showing my body out the door, even with the balcony rail somewhat blocking the view. The rod proved to be surprisingly strong. “Don’t fall over,” he said, heading out the door. Before I could reply, the door slammed shut and he was gone.

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First Time with Carter 2

That night, Carter was all that I could think about.  I have never had my dick sucked like that before.  I was still shocked at my feelings towards this man, but one thing that I know for sure is I will consider myself bi-sexual.  I had my first gay experience, and I wanted to make sure that I had many more.  The next day, I was unable to go to the gym.  I had to be to work for a once-a-year meeting that would start early.  The events yesterday made me completely forget to tell Carter in advance.  Carter called me that night.“Hey Mike” Carter said.“Hi” I replied.“Look, I hope that I didn’t upset you yesterday, or make you uncomfortable” Carter inquired.“Not at all.  I had a meeting that I forgot to tell you about given what happened, but the truth is I have not been able to forget about yesterday” I told him. “And I meant what I said in that note.  You gave me great pleasure and I haven’t given you anything in return!  I will see you tomorrow morning at the gym.”After I hung up with Carter, I was unbelievably horny.  I had to jack off right away, or I was going to explode in my pants.  I looked up some of the usual porn on the internet, but the truth was I didn’t need it.  I had the scene from yesterday stuck in my head, and it was all the material I needed to get off.  I had one of the best jack off sessions of my life, and one of the most intense orgasms I have ever given myself.  I even stimulated my anus a little bit, which was not unheard of, but definitely unusual.  I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed stroking my cock or playing with my ass that much.The next morning, I got up and went to the gym as usual.  I drove along and visualized the plan that I put together while drifting off to sleep last night.  I decided that I did not want to wait to return the favor to Carter.  I arrived at the gym right on time and walked in the doors with Carter as usual.  We made eye contact, and I definitely felt something that was not there before the shower scene.  We proceeded down to the locker rooms as usual and changed, probably paying a little bit more attention than usual to each other.  I started to make conversation as we walked out to the floor.“Do you have to work today?” I asked.“No, actually I have the day off” Carter replied.  I just smiled.“I’ll be right back, I forgot something in my bag” I said.  I ran back into the locker room.  I came back out in five minutes and Carter was waiting for me. “What took you so long” Carter inquired.“I had to pee” I answered.  “Can we make it a short work out today, I would like to get some breakfast when we are done.”“Sure” Carter said.  We continued with our workout which lasted about a half an hour.  We went back to the locker room and showered, staring at each other the whole time, but not daring to do anything because there were plenty of people around.  When we were done, we headed out to the parking lot.“Alright, follow me” I said.  I drove off with Carter following me to the restaurant down the street.  We sat down in the restaurant and ordered breakfast, just staring at each other, reading each other’s minds.  There was so much that was understood, yet unsaid.  Now was the time to enact my plan.  I slid my shoe off and reached across under the table and placed my foot in Carter’s crotch.  He was already hard.  He didn’t even look surprised when my foot made contact with his dick!  We hurried through our breakfast, and I told Carter that I called off of work today.  I asked him if he would like to come over to my place.  He followed me back to my house.We walked up to the door of my house and I unlocked it.  I stepped inside and Carter followed.  He looked around and wasn’t surprised to find my place extremely neat.  Without another word, I turned around and kissed him on the lips.  While we were kissing, my hand was searching and exploring Carter’s body.  My hand slipped under his shirt and I tweaked his nipple.  His hand roamed around and groped my ass.  I started to slide my hand down his stomach and I undid his pants.  I broke the kiss to undress him.  I slipped his shirt off first, followed by his pants and underwear at the same time.  His 7 ½” cock flopped out of his pants right in front of my face.  Without even thinking, I took a man’s cock into my mouth for the first time in my life, and I absolutely loved it!  I couldn’t believe that I never had this urge before.  I sucked on his dick and balls for a couple of minute, when Carter pulled me up by the shoulders.  He proceeded to take my clothes off so that we were both naked.  I led Carter into my bedroom to my king size water bed and pushed him down on his back.  I continued my first blowjob, swirling my tongue around his cock, pulling it out of my mouth now and then to work on his balls.  Carter was clearly enjoying himself, and so was I.  When he said he thought he was getting ready to come, I stopped sucking his dick.“I want you to have a special orgasm” I said.“This is special” he answered.“Yes, it is, but I want something else” I replied.  I got up and walked into the bathroom.  When I returned, I tossed Carter some lube and told him that I wanted to get fucked in the ass.  A look of pure joy came over Carter.  He didn’t even say a word.  He stood up and led me to the bed and pushed me down on my stomach. He started applying the lube to my ass, slowly working in and out of my asshole with his index finger.  He slowly worked his way up to three fingers, and I enjoyed the feeling so much that I couldn’t take it any more.  “I need you now” I said.  He stopped fingering my ass for a moment to apply lube to his dick. “Her e we go.  Are you sure you are ready” he asked.“Yes” I nearly screamed.  With that answer, Carter moved forward.  I felt my ass cheeks part.  A moment later, I felt the head of his dick touch my asshole.  Carter applied a little bit of pressure and the head popped in fairly easily.  He waited a minute or so, and started to push his dick into my ass.  Slowly, he pushed in about another inch and waited for me to get used to his dick.  This continued for a little bit without me feeling any pain.  When I thought he must be nearly all the way in, I glanced back and he was only just over half way in.  I was a little bit shocked, but not quite as shocked as when Carter started to push again.  Now I felt a burning, tearing sensation in my asshole.  It was pretty painful, but I was feeling tiny waves of pleasure at the same time.  My cock was rock hard and I was extremely horny.  I wanted more.  About three minutes later, Carter was finally all the way into my ass and it felt great.  Slowly, Carter started to pump his cock in and out of my ass.  The pain worked itself out, and I was feeling nothing but pleasure.  Carter pulled me up to my hands and knees into the doggy style position.  Once we were into that position, he really started pounding away at my ass.  At the same time, he was reaching around and stroking my cock.  I have never felt anything like this in my life.  I was enjoying listening to his balls bounce off of my ass and enjoying the feeling of my cock getting stroked even more.  After a solid five minutes of ass pounding, I felt his cock getting tense.  I knew he was getting ready to cum!  I was a little bit surprised because I could feel my cum building up as well.  This feeling was great.  Carter picked up his pace slightly, and I was feeling solid pleasure.  I felt the final tense up in Carter’s cock at the same time as my own, and I exploded in orgasm.  As I was shaking in waves of pleasure, I felt torrents of cum filling up my asshole.  I looked down and saw a significant puddle of cum on my sheets, and Carter and I collapsed on my bed.  He pulled his dick out, and I felt the cum seeping down my leg.  A second later, I felt Carter’s tongue licking the cum off of my legs.  He then surprised me by licking the cum out of my ass.  A week ago, the thought of this act would have disgusted me, but it turned me on even more.  I would have liked nothing more than to fuck right then, for the rest of the day, but I was spent for the time.  We rolled over and went to sleep.  When we woke, we had the most satisfied smiles I have ever seen.“I can tell, we are going to be really good friends” Carter said.“Definitely” I replied with a smile and a brush of his cock.

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My New Neighbor’s Part 2

Reaching for Benny’s 14 year old dick with my right hand, and still occasionally wiping remaining soap and water running into my eyes with my left, he stepped forward and embraced me as if his life depended on it.

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Josh and Davis Part 1

Being gay in a small town has always been a difficult burden to bear. Although I know I’m not completely alone, most of the time it feels as if I am. Little did I know, that all that was about to change.
My name is Josh, and if you haven’t already figured it out, I’m gay. Growing up in a small town has been a pain in the ass. I never thought that I’d ever find anyone like me that I could just be myself around, that was until I met Davis. Up until the 11th grade, no one knew I was gay; I kept it to myself and acted completely straight. As a senior I told a few friends, and in a small town, a few friends turned into the whole world. Although I was gay, I still continued to go to church and hang out with my friends. This is where I met Davis. Now Davis comes from a very rich, very well thought of family. We have always been friends, and I think it hit him the hardest to find out that I was gay.
Having grown up with so many guy friends, you can understand that it’s not easy to hide the fact that you like one of them. Going to church and hanging out with all of my friends in the youth group, I soon learned that I was going to be treated a little differently. Well our story starts at the last gathering of our youth group for the summer, and in celebration of my graduation from high school. The party was going to be held at Davis’s house, partly because it was huge and they had a nice pool. We all met there around 5 in the afternoon and we just sort of sat around and chilled for a long time.
Davis knows that I’m gay, but he’s never acted any different around me. Although he did move schools because of his family, we still stayed pretty close friends. Anyway, during the cookout, we were all down stairs playing pool, and I caught myself staring at him several times, and I knew that if I noticed it that much, he had to have noticed it. As it turns out he definitely noticed. When it came time for us to head outside and eat, he called out really loudly that he was challenging me to another game of pool. As everyone walked outside to eat, he motioned me to follow and we headed into the back room. When we got back to his room, he closed the door and turned to face me. After what seemed like forever he finally spoke, and when he did what he said really surprised me. “Why do you keep looking at me?” That was the question that he asked that hit me and stopped me dead.
Not knowing what to do, I sort of mumbled to myself and looked at my feet. He repeated the question again, this time more forceful that before. The only thing I could think of was the truth, so I managed to tell him it was because I thought he was cute. Actually, cute was an understatement. Davis was around 5’7” with beautiful blue eyes and brown hair. Anyway, I told him just how beautiful I thought he was and how I wished that he was gay. I stood there terrified as he just looked at me. After what seemed like forever, he managed to tell me that he was sorry I felt that way but he wasn’t gay. Feeling crushed I walked towards the door, but I stopped and turned to face him.
“How can you be sure, unless you’ve been with another guy?” Those were the words that managed to escape from my mouth. Davis looked as though he’d been shot. He started to mutter that he didn’t know, but he didn’t want to find out.
I really couldn’t take no for an answer at this point, but Davis looked in no mood to do what I had in mind. So, I took the only course of action I could think of. I turned, locked the door, and turned to face what lay in store. At this point, Davis had a scared look in his eye, and I can understand why. Here I am, two years older and about 3 inches taller, he had every right to feel intimidated.
I started to walk towards him, and he took a step back only to fall onto his bed. Knowing that the bed was exactly where I wanted him, I crawled in with him and prepared for the most nerve-wracking thing I’ve ever done. As I crawled up to him, so that my face was even with his, I felt his breathing start to increase rapidly. I reached out and rubbed his chest as I inched closer to his face. Without delay or fear of consequence, I touched my lips to his and kissed him like I could never kiss another. After a few seconds, his body relaxed and he began to kiss me back. Still nervous, and not knowing how far I could go, I decided to probe a little further. I had Davis laying on his back, and from the place I was sitting, it was easy to see that his dick was raging hard underneath his swimming trunks. I wanted nothing more than to taste his luscious dick, and feel his body below mine. My next moves were critical, so I did the only logical thing I could do. I reached out and began to massage his dick through his trunks. At this point Davis sat up and began to protest, saying it wasn’t right and he couldn’t do it, but I had come to far to stop now.
Without stopping to think, or caring what would happen, I reached out and started to untie his trunks. He tried to stop me, but I told him how much I wanted it, and that he would enjoy it more if he’d calm down. After moments of struggling he finally laid back, knowing he was defeated. After untying the trunks, I slid them slowly down his legs exposing a perfectly shaped 6” dick. I slowly ran my fingers across his legs, savoring the sight that lay before me. As gently as I could, I reached out with my trembling hand and took his perfect treasure into my palm. As I slowly massaged him, he moaned either a moan of pleasure or one of disgust. No matter what kind of moan it was, I was in heaven.
It seemed like forever, until I knew I was ready to move on to something I had wanted for a long time. As I held his dick by the base, I took what amount of his length that I could into my mouth. Words can’t describe the feelings I felt as his warm meat danced across the tips of my tongue. I licked up and down his hard shaft, flicking my tongue across the top of his dick. Bits of his juices leaked from the tip of his dick, and the taste was almost too much to handle. Davis sat silent through much of this experience, although he did release the occasional moan of ecstasy. I would bob my head and take as much as I could until it would hit the back of my throat and I’d release a little and continue to suck and lick. As I was sucking Davis’s dick, I let my hands wander down to his balls. As I licked away playfully, my hands were very gently massaging and fondling. After what seemed like a few brief moments to me, Davis started to moan uncontrollably and before he could get the words out of his mouth, he unleashed a savage load into my mouth, down my throat.
Davis and I laid on his bed both feeling very accomplished until there was a knock at the door and his moms voice coming from the other side telling us that we needed to come eat before the party was over. I quickly helped Davis slide his trunks on, all the time asking him if his feelings had changed. He turned around, looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m not sure, you may need to spend the night tonight, I think its my turn to try that”, and he walked away with a sly smirk on his face, and I followed shortly after with a raging hard on and a yearning to know what the night time would bring.
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Cameron Moaned

I started talking with Cameron in tennis. He sat alone during the few minutes before and after playing. I asked him about his weekend or how his day was going or anything else I could think of to get small talk going. He was eager to talk. We spoke shallowly like this for weeks. After a while we started to talk in Algebra, the only other class we shared. Our conversation deepened and we became something like friends.
I asked Cameron to stay behind one day as everyone was leaving with their rackets to go play tennis. I convinced him to follow me into the hall for a minute or two while we waited for the coach to leave. Cameron followed me back into the locker room. I sat down on one of the stone benches in a tucked corner and patted the spot next to me. Cameron sat down. I turned my head to the left to look at him. He looked at the ground for a few seconds before looking at me. We looked into each others eyes for a moment. I turned my attention to Cameron’s lips and leaned towards him. He jumped up to a standing position. I looked up at him. He did not move. I patted the seat next to me again and again Cameron sat, this time closer. Lets try this again. I stared at his lips and leaned forward. This time Cameron leaned towards me and our lips met. I pulled back to look at Cameron. He leaned towards me and we kissed again. His tongue came into my mouth so I sucked it. We made out for a few minutes then I told him we should probably get going. Cameron moaned.
As we walked to the courts, rackets in hand, I told Cameron that we should exchange numbers. When we got to the court Cameron told the coach that we had been held back in our previous class. The coach asked for a note and I said we had forgot to get one. The coach sighed and said he would count us tardy. Cameron went to the court his friends were playing on and I the ones mine were on.
Cameron and I talked and texted after that and little else. Neither of us were old enough to drive so our physical relationship was constrained to school and what ever our parents would drive us too. Cameron would be getting his license soon so we didn’t bother with too much during these early weeks. At school private time was limited to the locker room during tennis and the restrooms. The restrooms didn’t have locks and were frequently visited so we were left with the locker room.
Only once were we brave enough to use the locker room for anything other than light kissing. The coach and all of the kids were at the tennis courts, playing. Cameron sat on my lap. He fit well because his frame was a lot smaller than mine even though he was only two inches shorter. I stuck my head in the nook between Cameron’s neck and shoulder and kissed his neck. I dragged my lips and prodded my tongue against his skin. My left hand pushed up the hem of his white shirt and rubbed along the bare skin of stomach just enough to tickle the tiny invisible hairs. My right hand made its way down his thigh until it felt the end of his gray gym shorts. It did a 180 at the end and went under the fabric, pushing it up his leg as it did. My right hand snaked along until it felt Cameron’s erection covered by his boxers. I lifted my head to Cameron’s face and we kissed. I stuck my tongue in Cameron’s mouth as I stroked his cock through his boxers. Cameron started moving his little butt in my lap. My penis nestled in between his cheeks as he moved his hips back and forth. I moaned into his mouth. My hand pulled out his penis through the hole in the front of his boxers. The tip of Cameron’s cock glided through the palm of my hand and he shuddered. I stroked his shaft steadily. I broke our long kiss and sucked on Cameron’s bottom lip for a few seconds. I looked down at his body moving slightly on top of my own and at my hand moving quickly under his gym shorts. I looked up at his face. It was flush. A drop of sweat traveled down the side of his head. He looked cute. I moved my left hand to the center of his chest and felt his heartbeat. My right hand sped up. I felt his pulse through the thick veins on his penis then the rush of semen. He came. Cameron groaned and panted on my lap. His hips stopped. We kissed. I traced the index finger of my right hand along the underside of Cameron’s shaft up to the tip where some cum pooled. I dabbed my index finger into it and carefully brought it to face level. I stopped kissing Cameron and brought the index finger up to Cameron’s lips. He stuck his tongue out and scooped the cum off my finger then leaned forward and sucked my finger.
Cameron got off my lap. I looked at the clock above the door to the coaches office. We had been there for four minutes. I looked back at Cameron. He was on his knees in front of me. He reached forward and grabbed my cock through the mesh of my red gym shorts. Cameron moved his hands slowly to the tip and then back. He bent over and bit the mesh covered shaft lightly. Cameron’s hands moved to the waistband. I lifted my butt off the bench as he pulled down. My shorts were around my ankles and I wasn’t wearing underwear. My penis laid against my stomach. Cameron grabbed it and stroked. His face was close enough to it that I could feel his breath. Cameron stuck his tongue out and licked up the shaft using only its tip. When he got to the end he covered the head with his tongue. Cameron put the head into his mouth. He puckered his lips and pulled his head up so that his lips dragged along the surface of the glans. Cameron’s left hand stroked the base. His head went down until his lips met his hand. He put his tongue against the shaft as he came up. Cameron removed his hand before plunging down again. His nose touched my skin and he moaned. As my cock vibrated I moaned too. Cameron came up again and held only the tip in in his mouth. He stared up at me with his brown eyes while his tongue flicked the head of my penis. Cameron’s right hand circled my cock and stroked. It went quicker and quicker and his eyes never stopped. I told him I was about to cum. Cameron’s mouth left my cock and laid open a few inches from it. My semen struck his left cheek and then his upper lip. The rest fell into his mouth. I bent down and licked the cum off his cheek and lip then I kissed Cameron, letting my own semen travel between us. Cameron broke the kiss to suck the head of my cock clean. I moaned and he giggled.
I told Cameron to stand on the bench. After he did I pulled his gym shorts down. I took hold of his semi-hard dick and sucked the cum that was still on its head. I put it back into his boxers and asked him to pull his shirt up. I licked off the semen that striped across the lower part of his flat stomach. I pulled his gym shorts back up and then my own. Cameron got down and I stood up. He leaned against my chest and we kissed some more. We stopped kissing, picked up our rackets and walked to the tennis courts.

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Regrettable?

This is an expert from Blood Ties Book Four: All Souls’ Night by Jennifer Armintrout.
The way he moved, Ziggy was almost a hundred percent sure Bill was going to slug him. He even let go of his arm and stepped back defensively, because the last thing he needed was a broken nose and to have to fight a drunk human. Not to mention the fact it would make him seem more monstrous in Bill’s eyes.
But he didn’t hit him. He grabbed him, a hand on each shoulder, and pulled him up hard against him. Bill’s mouth touched his, just a little touch, and it felt like electricity running through his entire body. And then he had no willpower. He should have. He wasn’t the one who was drunk and had some weird prejudice against vampires. If this went too far, Bill would regret it, and that would make Ziggy regret it, but he just couldn’t make himself care.
Bill’s hands slid under Ziggy’s shirt, the warmth of human skin a shock to his chilled flesh. “You’re freezing,” Bill said, his voice half-muffled by the proximity of his lips to Ziggy’s, and Ziggy couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m dead,” he whispered back, and then wished he hadn’t said that. Bill didn’t like that he was a vampire, that much was clear. No need to remind him, when he was so close and it felt so good to be pressed against him.
I’m just not going to think anymore, Ziggy decided, smothered under another of Bill’s kisses. He ached to be touched, not in a way that only seemed gentle, but in a way that was gentle, with no threat of pain to follow. Or, if it was rough, roughness for its own sake, not because he was a plaything to be dominated or tortured for someone else’s amusement.
He wanted to be treated like a person. It had been a while since he had been.
Bill’s hands slid under his T-shirt again, lifting the fabric up. ZIggy broke the connection of their mouths and put his hand out to stop him. “What if Carrie or Max comes in here?”
“What if?” Bill retorted drunkenly, and when his mouth descended again, sliding from lips to jaw to neck, Ziggy really couldn’t argue with his logic. Hell, if the Pope walked in right now, Ziggy wouldn’t care. He leaned back, feeling the bite of the counter in the small of his back, and pulled his T-shirt off. Bill mercifully skipped past the physical inspection, that moment that always left Ziggy to mentally narrate all the flaws the other guy was finding with him like the fact he didn’t have washboard abs– hell, any visible abs– and he’d never grown more than a few chest hairs. Whether Bill was too drunk to care or he really just didn’t care, either way, Ziggy was glad when, once he’d whipped his own shirt over his head, Bill reached for him again, pushing him a little awkwardly to lean against the refrigerator door. The cold, smooth surface hitting his back coincided with the hot skin of Bill’s chest meeting his, and Ziggy shuddered at the contrast.
Bill dipped his head to kiss Ziggy’s left collarbone, hands locked firmly on his hips through the flannel sleep pants. He gave the fabric a short, experimental tug as he stooped to spread more kisses over his chest, then paused, looking up with such a serious expression that Ziggy was sure rejection was about to follow. Instead, Bill said a little nervously, “You’ve done this before, right?”
Ziggy smiled down at him, unable to work up even a little sarcasm for a guy as nice as Bill. “Yeah. You’re not being a creepy old man, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“No. it’s not that, it’s just…” Bill laughed and bent his head, nibbling and sucking a little trail to the waistband of the pants before he finally pulled then down. Ziggy’s cock, hard to bursting, leaped at the first touch of Bill’s hand and his warm, hesitant breath. “You got a condom on you?”
Oh, shit, Ziggy thought, then remembered with a mental palm to his forehead that he wasn’t some human teenager anymore. He cleared his throat and tried not to sound like “that guy” when he said, “No, it’s cool. I’m dead. No diseases.”
Bill didn’t respond. ZIggy saw the muscles of his back tighten up a little, as though he would push away and call the whole thing off, and then, in a moment like an electric shock, Bill slid his mouth over Ziggy’s cock and sucked him in, as far as he would go.
The proper response was probably something like “Jesus” or “God yes,” but all that came out was a strangled noise. Ziggy’s hands curled into fists and one of them pounded backward against the gleaming steel face of the refrigerator as white-hot neurons fired jolts of pleasure through his brain. The hot wet of Bill’s mouth, the finger digging into his thighs and the palm cupping his balls, every pleasure-feeling nerve in his body seemed right there, right wherever Bill touched him. And there was no fear or pain, no thought that now he would draw back and sink his fangs into his thigh or more sensitive places. Everything felt good. Beyond good. Fucking incredible.
Too fucking incredible, after a few short minutes. “Hey, stop, stop,” Ziggy gasped, planting his hands on top of Bill’s sandy-blond hair to push him away. “I’m sorry, I was just really close there for a second.”
“That’s kind of the point,” Bill said, standing to kiss him. To clear his head– and to get his mind off his hyper aroused dick pressed between then– Ziggy reached for the fly of Bill’s jeans and tugged the button open. He slid a hand inside and found his cock, hard and eager and weeping a drop of silky fluid.
“Commando, huh?” Ziggy mumbled against Bill’s neck, sliding his fist up and down. Bill trembled against him, and Ziggy smiled against the shell of his ear, flicking his tongue out to trace it.
“I want to fuck you,” Bill groaned, thrusting against his hand. “Can I?”
His hand stilling on the thick, hot flesh under his palm, Ziggy considered. It didn’t take much to sway his decision, just the steady pulse beneath his fingers. “Yeah.” His breath caught in his throat as Bill traced his lower lip with his thumb. “Oh, definitely.”
“Turn around,” Bill said, his voice low and rough as the gin they’d drunk. Ziggy complied, kicking the pajamas aside. He braced his hands on the counter, his sudden vulnerability a little frightening. Bill’s hands came to rest on his shoulders, then stroked down over the plane of his back, returning to repeat the motion again and again, pulling shivers from his spine.
He’d felt secure before now, but it went against every fiber in his body that he would turn his back– his naked back, at that– to a stranger. Jacob had done it to him before, to test him. He’d stripped him, made him kneel, made him wait. And then, when he’d just begun to let down his guard, the last had fallen over his back.
The memory made his knees buckle, and he hoped Bil thought it was a reaction to what he was doing, not an emotional scar. That was the last thing Ziggy needed, to miss out on some really hot sex in order to explain his mental dysfunction.
To take his mind off things, he reached for one of Bill’s hand, pulled it to his mouth and sucked the thumb in. Bill groaned and pressed against him, full body contact, and Ziggy wondered when exactly he’d gotten rid of his jeans. He pressed back against him, just to be antagonistic, and Bill pulled his hand back, tracing the fingers down Ziggy’s spine, to the small of his back, the line of his tailbone and farther.
“You get right to the point, huh?” Ziggy gasped as Bill’s thumb, still wet with saliva, pressed inside. Had anything ever felt this good with someone else? A pang seized him at the thought that, when all was said and done, he would still be the monster and Bill would still be afraid of him. And then it would be over. And this would be the big mistake that hung between them for the rest of the time they had to be around each other, until one of them found a tactful way to get the fuck out of Dodge.
Bill’s lips were against his neck, his cock nudging him from behind, and he whispered, “We might have a little problem.”
Ziggy tensed. This was the moment he could be the sober, responsible party. This was the moment he could easily save them both from the consequences of an ill-advised hookup.
Leaning forward, bringing his whole body into clumsy contact with Ziggy’s, Bill reached for something on the counter. He sounded much more cheerful, proud of himself, even, when he said, “Wait…never mind, we’re back in business.”
Ziggy half turned. “Back in–” His words were cut off by the shock of something cool and wet spilling onto the small of his back. After a split second of confusion he recognized the scent with a perverse thrill. “Is that… is that olive oil?”
“What, you wanted to do this the real rough, manly way?” Bill asked with a quiet laugh. Ziggy laughed with him, until Bill’s fingers, slippery with oil, slid down to press inside him. First two, then a third that took all the breath from him and buckled his knees with a jolt of pleasure that shot straight to his groin.
Pleasure that mixed with nervousness as Bill’s hand withdrew, replaced with the wide, firm tip of him.
“Is this okay?” he asked in a strained voice, and Ziggy had to admire his restraint. He took a deep breath and nodded, held that breath as the pressure increased, then gave over to stinging release when the head of Bill’s cock was finally inside of him.
There was pain. A dull burn that reminded him that Bill wasn’t a small guy, and all the benefits of that were soon to come. Bill asked if he was still okay with it, still wanted to take all of him, and Ziggy could only mumble something incoherent and impatient in response. Something half-begging, half-demanding, that made Bill chuckle hoarsely and push forward, and Ziggy squirmed back until he was more filled then he’d ever been before.
Then Bill began to move, and Ziggy wasn’t sure when he’d stopped supporting himself and started to just rely on Bill’s weight pinning him to the cabinets to keep him from falling. He reached down to touch himself and Bill’s oil-slick hand snaked around to get there first, grasping the base of Ziggy’s cock, jerking him off with firm tugs timed so that Ziggy didn’t know what he wanted more– to thrust into his fist or push back and hinder Bill’s withdrawal. He turned his head, mouth open, breathless, and Bill kissed him, his tongue moving in time with his hips.
When he broke away, it was to apologize. “I’m sorry, I can’t…” and a deep, throaty groan rolled over whatever else he was going to say as his body stiffened. His hand tightened, almost too hard, but he didn’t stop stroking as he came. Ziggy almost shouted at the feeling of Bill inside of him, the way his cock twitched as the warmth of his come spilled from him. And then he was coming, too, making a strangled half sob as his dick jerked in Bill’s hand.
Even if he was supposed to be the stronger creature, Ziggy’s legs were weak, so weak he had to lean on Bill after he’d withdrawn, and they both slid to the floor to get their breath.
Bill leaned against the base of the cabinets, his eyes closed. A single bead of sweat rolled down his temple and Ziggy had the weirdest urge to lick it away. In the name of not looking like a psycho, he restrained himself.
“Jesus,” Bill said when his breathing returned to normal. “That was…”
“Regrettable?” Ziggy supplied for him, wincing as he shifted on the cold linoleum.
Bill actually looked wounded. “I was going to say great. Obviously we didn’t just have the same experience.”

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The Night I Finally Met John

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For the past few weeks we had been emailing back and forth. We had been talking about meeting each other, and what we wanted to do when we met. John and I had met in an online dating service, and both of us were fairly nervous about our first meet. John was a 43 year old man, and like myself he didn’t have that much experience with a man. Both of us were a little scared of the whole online dating thing, but we each had a fantasy about meeting a stranger for sex.
I heard a knock on my door, and quickly went to answer it. I welcomed John into my apartment after exchanging quick pleasantries I led him over to the couch and offered him a drink. We both sat there for a minute sipping our drinks as we attempted to act casual, but then again a casual encounter isn’t quite what we had planned for this evening. John made the first move, asking me if I would like to help make him a little more comfortable. I eagerly complied, and sliding off the couch and onto my knees, I knelt in front of him and started to unbutton his blue jeans. As I slowly unzipped his jeans then worked them down and off of him my cock sprang to attention. I leaned toward him and began to run my tongue all over his cock through his briefs. I watched as his cock grew harder and harder as I teased him through the cloth, his smell was intoxicating. John leaned his head back as I worked his briefs down and off of him, then I quickly removed his shirt as well leaving him totally naked on my couch!
I dropped back down to my knees and started to suck on his beautiful dick. John had a large 8″ circumcised dick all neatly trimmed, and I quickly started to learn what he liked. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock a few times, then wrapping my lips around it began to take more of him into my mouth. I worked as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, then running my tongue along the underside of his dick, I slowly pulled him out of my mouth. His cock started to leak precum out of the tip, and I greedily licked it up. He tasted amazing!
I started back down again, this time taking him just a little bit further into my mouth. The feeling was incredible I loved having his hot member in my mouth. I backed off his cock again and heard him moan softly; I could tell he was really enjoying all of the attention his cock was getting. I began to quickly bob my mouth up and down on his cock taking him a little bit deeper each time until I had about 6 inches in my mouth. John raised his arms and placed his hands on each side of my head holding me down on his cock. I paused for a moment with him deep in my mouth as I tried to adjust to this new feeling. John rocked my head back a little, then held my head still as he began to push his cock deep into my mouth. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, John guiding my actions as I learned to let his cock farther and farther into my throat. I was loving every minute of sucking his beautiful dick, and after several minutes of practice I had his entire length in my mouth.
John relaxed his grip and let me go my own speed, as I started taking him all the way into my mouth the slowing running my tongue down his dick as I pulled away. After a few more minutes of me sucking his cock I could tell he was about to cum. When I thought he was on the verge of cumming I took him all the way into my mouth and began to play with his balls with my hand. I could tell the pleasure was too much for him. I sensed him tense up, just before the first splash of hot cum hit the back of my throat. I grabbed his waist and held him tightly to me as spurt after spurt of cum ran down my throat. I swallowed it all. Now it was my turn.
After a few moments rest, John stood up and told me to remove my clothes. I quickly disrobed, tossing my clothes into a pile beside the couch. John playfully swatted my ass and pointed me towards the bedroom. He followed me into the bedroom and directed me to lay, on my back, on the side of the bed. I laid down, slightly nervous, wondering just what John’s plans were. John leaned over me and started to run his tongue up hard member. I was so turned on by this point that my cock was leaking precum like crazy. As he got to the tip of my cock and quickly took me into his mouth, almost taking my entire length. He managed to get all 7″ in the second try! His mouth felt absolutely amazing. I could feel his throat contracting around my dick as he swallowed me, I was in heaven.
After teasing my cock for a few moments, John turned his attention lower. He ran his tongue down my dick teasing my balls as he passed. I then felt his tongue caress my tight little asshole. He started to loosen me up with his tongue, while he was rimming my ass I closed my eyes in complete ecstasy. He worked his tongue in and out of my hole until, finally, I began to relax and let him have his way. It wasn’t long before I felt his finger start to work it’s way into my tight hole. At first I tensed up, but after some gentle prodding he was able to get it inside me. Once his finger was inside me he began to work my hole, stretching me open. Soon I was able to adjust to this new feeling, and I started to enjoy all the attention my ass was getting. Once John felt I was ready he added a second finger stretching me wider, getting me ready to accept his large cock.
By now I was loudly moaning, I just wanted his dick inside me. He pulled his fingers out of my ass, and without skipping he began to replace them with his hard cock. I felt every little ridge on his dick as he slowly pushed his way inside me. After a few tries, I held my breath as he managed to push his dick all the way inside me. After pausing a moment to let me adjust to the thickness of his dick, he pulled almost all the way out then plunged back in and I felt his balls on my ass. The feeling was indescribable, I felt so full, and so turned on knowing I had such an amazing, hard cock in my ass. Again John pulled out, this time completely, then lining back up he pushed back in this time a little faster than the last. He repeated this several times, each time a little quicker than the last until he was pounding away at my ass. What started out as an immense pressure had given way to immense pleasure and I started to rock back to meet his thrusts, impaling myself even harder on his thick member.
We kept up the pace for a couple minutes, until John decided it was time to switch positions. He pulled out, motioning for me to roll over. I began to roll over until I saw his hard cock only inches from my face, I stopped mid-way and took him into my mouth. I heard him moan as I began to work his cock with my tongue, teasing him for all I was worth. I pulled him closer to me, and using my new found skill deepthroated him. Knowing that his cock had only moments ago been deep in my ass was a major turn on. I began working my mouth back and forth on his dick, listening to him moan as I greedily sucked his cock. I knew that even though he was enjoying my new found cock-sucking skills John really wanted another shot at my ass. After one last lick I relented and laid down on my stomach with my ass in the air, inviting him to fuck me some more. I felt him guide his dick once again to my hole, and felt his cock as he pushed it deep inside me. I was his little cock whore, and I just wanted more. I pushed back to meet him, and soon he was pounding my ass like there was no tomorrow. I started to stroke my cock as he fucked me.
It wasn’t long before I felt like I was going to cum. I tightened up as I began to cum all over the bed in front of me. I felt John also start to cum in my ass, his hot seed filling my ass. John’s dick slowly started to shrink and he soon pulled out. I collapsed forwards on the bed totally spent. As I laid there, I sighed and told John how amazing that felt. I felt him crawl onto the bed beside me as he told me that we were just getting started. Looks like I’m going to be up for a long night!

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Becoming an Anal Sex Whore, Part 2

“… Now, I want you to go stand in the shower,” he commanded. “Don’t turn on the water, leave the curtain open and wait for me.”
I had no idea why he wanted me in the shower without turning it on. Wouldn’t he want me clean after what we had just done? But I wasn’t about to ask questions. I was pretty much in his control and just obeyed.
He walked into my bathroom. “Good, now stay in the tub and get on your knees.” Again, I did as I was told.
He approached me with his flaccid cock still looking rather large. Instinctively, I opened my mouth once he was directly in front of me and took the limp dick in. “Good, now I just want you to swirl my dick around your tongue a little, but don’t suck it. I don’t want to get fully hard yet.”
I was enjoying the sensation of his soft cock in my mouth, exploring it. I continued moving my tongue around the surface, feeling the shaft, the head, flicking my tongue at his pee hole. These were still all new feelings to me and I was enjoying them. His cock grew a little, but I made sure to not get him hard, just as he had told me.
“That feels so good,” he said. “Now, just hold my head in your mouth. No matter what, you must keep your lips sealed around my dick, got it?”
“Mmhmm.”
I then felt something warm hitting my tongue. Is he cumming? No way. He wasn’t hard and I hadn’t done that much to make him that excited. Plus, it tasted different. What was that?
He looked me straight in the eyes and asked, “Do you like the taste of my piss?” And another, longer, more forceful stream began to fill my mouth. When he saw my Adam’s apple move, signaling that I had swallowed his yellow liquid, he had his answer.
“Oh yeah, I thought you would like that. God damn, you are a whore! I bet you want me to piss all over your naked body and then let you drink more, don’t you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Yes, please, what?” he asked.
“Please piss on me and let me drink more.”
“Open your mouth.”
I opened my mouth and he took a small step back. The stream hit my tongue again and quickly moved away. I felt the warmth on my chest, then my stomach, and then my own cock. My dick was instantly hard and I couldn’t help to move my hand into the stream and give myself a few jerks. He aimed his piss back up my stomach and then chest. He cut off his piss in mid stream.
“Quick,” he said. “Spin around, put your ass in the air and spread your cheeks apart.”
I felt his warm pee hitting my asshole. It felt amazing and sent a shiver through my entire body. He must have drank a lot earlier because the stream just kept flowing; not that I wanted it to stop. When I began to feel it weaken I spun around and took his limp dick in my mouth so that I could taste the last little bit.
“Lay on your back.”
I laid down and could feel the wet tub on my back, wet with his piss. He lifted my legs and flipped them over me so that I was doubled over with my cock pointing at my face. I have been alone in this position before – what guy hasn’t tried to suck his own dick at least once? – but I felt quite vulnerable now. He took two fingers and began rubbing little circles around my hole. He rubbed for a minute or two and then plunged the fingers in my still stretched ass as far as they would go. He began fingering my ass and I laid there enjoying it. He removed his fingers and put them in front of my mouth.
“Taste it.”
I reluctantly opened my mouth. He inserted the fingers and I began sucking. I had already eaten his ass and had his cock in my mouth after he had fucked me, so it wasn’t completely my first taste of ass, but it was the first time I had directly eaten any shit. He took them out of my mouth and put the wet fingers back in my ass for a few strokes and then had me suck them again. He did this several times and each time I got a little more used to the musky taste of ass. He reinserted his fingers and was fucking me good with them. He grabbed my cock with his other hand and pointed it at my face.
“I bet you want to wash down that taste of shit, don’t you?” he asked. I knew what he wanted to see me do. I opened my mouth and began to piss on my own face. I swallowed as much of my own urine as I could. Occasionally, I would fill up too fast and some would trickle down my cheeks and every now and then he would move my cock to piss on my body, but I drank the majority of what I had stored up.
Since I was obviously done pissing myself, I thought he would let me change positions. But I was wrong. I felt his fingers curve inside my ass as he reached my prostate. He began stroking my cock and made me hard. Up and down his hands went – one on my cock, the other my prostate. He stroked both for a few minutes and I was getting pretty close to cumming.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum,” I stated.
“That’s the point!” And he stroked me a little faster. A second later and I saw the first glob of cum dropping toward me. I opened up and caught it in my mouth. The second one landed on my tongue, as well. Then my chin. And then my cheek right below my eye. He reached over and scooped both into my mouth. He finally let me lower my legs to the ground so I could rest.
But my rest did not last long. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Not forgetting my place in this arrangement, I quickly did as I was told and began servicing him. Slowly, I moved my lips up and down his length feeling as much of his nine inches as possible run over my tongue. I pulled off of him and lifted his cock straight up so that I could get at his balls. I took one nut in my mouth and sucked it, getting it wet, and then the other. I kept rotating each ball in my mouth and sucking on them. I then licked his sack and then the strip between his balls and ass cheeks. I could tell he was enjoying it all and took his cock back in my mouth and started sucking. I loved feeling his veiny member pass across my tongue, cheeks and lips. I was slurping away when he told me stop and stand up.
I got to my feet and he stepped into the tub. He grabbed my hips and turned me to face the wall. He then pulled my hips and legs back so that I was bent over a little for him, just waiting for him to enter me.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“Fuck my ass.”
“Do you want me to use a condom?” He was taunting me from my earlier request.
“No, I want to feel your bare cock fuck me and cum deep inside of me.”
“Do you want me to get the lube?”
Since he had told me earlier that I only got lube the first time he fucked me, I answered the only way I could. “No.”
I heard him spit into his hand and felt him rub it into my ass crack. I heard him spit again and since I didn’t feel him touch me, I assumed he rubbed it onto his cock. His head was then at my entrance with just enough pressure to let me know it was there and what it was going to do.
“Let me hear it one more time.”
The heat from his cock waiting at my hole was too much and I wanted it so bad now. “Oh God, fuck my ass and fuck it hard and deep. I want to feel your whole nine inches inside of me until you cum!” And then I got my wish.
He pushed the entire member up my rectum in one push. I felt a searing pain shoot through me. No matter how long he had fingered my ass, or how many times I had used a dildo on myself in the past, this was still just the second time I had taken a cock this big.
But as much as it hurt, I loved it. The pain quickly subsided and I was enjoying the cock up my ass. “Oh fuck! Give it to me! Fuck me!”
“You like that, bitch?” he barked at me. “You like it when I fuck you deep? Can you feel my cock splitting your ass in two?”
“Oh fuck yeah! Get it deep! Fuck me deep!”
And fuck me deep he did. He grabbed the front of my hips and pulled me back onto him and he pushed so far into my bowels the I could swear I felt him poking the inside of my belly button and he just held it there for a minute before he began thrusting again.
“You are truly my bitch now, aren’t you?” he asked. “You would do anything I told you, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” was all I could say because it was the truth.
“That’s good. I have some friends that are going to love playing with you.”
He kept fuck me and I kept pushing back to feel him in me. I never wanted him to stop. And now my head was spinning thinking about how many friends he would bring to use my body and much I wanted them to be there right now.
“Call them. Let them use me. I will do anything they want,” I blurted out.
“Oh, I know you will,” he said with a laboring voice. But first you are going to have to take my cum right now.” And I felt him begin to shoot deep in my ass. One shot, two; there were five shots inside of me when his cock stopped pulsating.
I felt his cock shrink inside of me, but he didn’t pull it right away.
He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I have one more thing I want to do right now in keeping with our theme for this session.”
I then felt him begin to piss inside of my ass. I heard a moan escape his lips as he relieved himself inside of me. Once his golden flow stopped, he pulled his dick out of me. When he did, a stream of piss and cum fell from my ass to the floor of the tub. I was so overcome with lust that I dropped to my knees and began lapping it up.
He walked away laughing a very satisfied laugh. “I have some phone calls to make…” he said.

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I first noticed when I got the first hairs at the base of my cock around 10. By 13 I had pit hair, leg hair, and now at 14, I started getting facial hair. My mom only just this summer noticed, I guess because of the start of my mustache, and immediately took me to a doctor. I’m fine but extremely early for 15, so I might not get much taller than 5’9 but damn do I have great muscle definition. And I’d bet the biggest dick in my grade.