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the testing

TESTING
The sun was now behind the last peak still covered in snow, in a few minutes it was dark. Mountain darkness comes quickly after sunset. I was returning home after being in town to get some supplies for the last two weeks that I still had to spend here before I return to town. I put nell’autoradio a tape of classical music that was always my loyal companion for travel and inspiration. By now there were a few corners and I would arrive when I saw him on the roadside which was hitchhiking. It seemed strange that someone asks you for passing on this road at this time and so I slowed down to allow time to better understand who they are. And I was thunderstruck. A boy, no young man between 25 and 28 years perhaps, with a nice clean face and short hair, but thick brown like his eyes. He had a backpack on his back and was dressed as a hiker. Yes, I said, this was happening, a hiker who asked for a ride. I stopped approaching a little ahead of him and watched him in the rearview mirror as he ran towards me.
– Hello … I’m going to Pontelungo sir, I would give him a ride sir? – Said sagging toward the car window. I watched him for a brief moment
– I’m also in that direction … all right I can take salt for a while —
I left by plane last journey as much as possible
– You know usually I do not usually give passages to unknown but you made me a good impression. Where are you from? —
– Milan, my name is Max e. .. thanks anyway I understand not to be trusted too much …
– Give me pure tu me feel not so old – I laughed – I still am called Joseph, please. You’re returning from a trip right? —
– Accurately, I was on top of the spur of the Taurus, a real grind —
– Eh I imagine – I said – I assume you’ll be hungry —
– To be honest, yes … as a wolf – he said, smiling. Had a beautiful smile I noticed
– Well if you like, you could hear Max eat something from me and then after dinner I’ll take you to Pontelungo —
He thought for a moment and then agreed – okay if not too much of a nuisance for you …- Joseph
– Oh figured, no disturbance on the contrary. You know I live alone and a bit of company every now and then I’m glad -.
I threw the hook, instinctively, as the real hunter and the prey was hooked immediately. Fantastic I said as I drove slowly towards the house enjoy the music. Now I was again inspired: this was a great opportunity to finally test Leonardina.
Arrived that it was dark. My house was the last house at the bottom left before the curve which then led down to Pontelungo. It was a little cabin in the alpine style with stone walls and sloping roof of wooden beams, with a small garden in front.
On the east side had built a small garage for the car. I parked and entered the house. Max put his backpack into and then followed me into the living room.
– If you take a shower down the hall is the bathroom. You’ll find everything you need, including bathrobes. Meanwhile I’ll make something to drink and then start to cook something – I said. I lit a small fire that was in the corner of the room and then went into the kitchen to prepare the drinks while Max was washing.
Uncorked a good Chianti and poured two glasses. In his later added a mixture of sleeping pills that I had already experienced other times, very effective mixed with alcohol and also quite rapid effect. Then I returned to the room, checked the fire in the fireplace and I relaxed in a chair waiting for him. I turned on the stereo. Bach, ideal for the evening I had planned. I closed my eyes drifting from note … here … the inspiration was coming … yes it was a wonderful idea … oh my god … Bach was a genius. The bathroom door that opened interrupted my thoughts. The boy had finished washing and was now there in the hall in front of me wrapped in my blue bathrobe.
– Max sit back, relax, drink some wine. Do you like wine? —
– Oh yes sure all right – it sat on the front and took his glass.
I watched as he drank. Was relaxed and seemed really at ease. I tried to think what would think of me, this whole situation and what he expected. I was almost sure that he will expect me to approach sex. Certainly, this is usually what would happen. Usually … but not this time. Tonight was totally different … very different. So there was no approach from me, but only amiable conversation. I asked him some of what he did in life every day, of who was waiting at home, of his excursions. Things like that … And while I sipped my wine and watching him ending his. Refilled his glass. At one point I saw that the sleeping pill began to take effect.
– It’s all right Max? – I asked
– Yes, I think I’m just very tired, you know it was a long walk … tiring —
– I believe you – I said, smiling – who knows what you’ll also have sore feet. If you like you massage them a bit before eating. Come closer and place it here – I said pointing to the armrest of his chair. The boy sat down beside me and put his bare feet where I had said. I began to massage the soles starting from the heel and back along the arch to the toes.
Max did have some beautiful feet I noticed. Small, a 41, well-groomed, short nails, plant close and slender fingers. Hardly seemed to even walk male. I kept rubbing the skin making him curl under the trees in those fine lines that I adored and meanwhile I watched him relax more … more and more.
mmm …. it’s great you are … … you’re doing very good sleep – he said as he closed his eyes. I went a couple of minutes then got up and went into the kitchen to pour more wine. When I returned to the room the boy was fast asleep. Now it’s gone I thought. We are, it’s time to get to work. I grabbed her arms and dragged him toward the bedroom. There, hidden behind a fake closet door was a door, closed. I opened it, turned on the light and dragged him inside. It was a grind. The boy weighed just some but I was not in better shape as before. I thought that maybe I should study another method of transport for the future. The room where we were had no windows, lit by neon lights from the ceiling. That was my secret room, the playroom prohibited. Except that I never used it. Tonight I would have opened. I had only one doubt: the Leonardina, even she had never been tested. The Leonardina was the main piece and in fact prevailed in the center of the room. Had cost me a ‘summer job but the result, even from the aesthetic point of view was magnificent. It consisted of a cross of St. Andrew Wood often. A form of X, was tilting, which could be either horizontal or vertical or with an intermediate angle of 45 degrees of tilt. The four arms could be adapted to the person opening them or closing them as needed. At the bottom of each of the four arms were fixed to the thick leather bracelets, however they could slide along the tracks. Indeed each of the bracelets was connected to a metal cable in turn connected to a gearbox. GEARS The four were linked to an electric motor that I could control via a small control box. With difficulty I managed to raise the boy and unwind on the cross that I had left locked in a horizontal position. He was still sleeping soundly. For a moment I was terrified of having exaggerated the sleeping pill and was dead, then I saw that ever breathed regularly. The slipped off the robe from under his back leaving him completely naked. Allineai the arms and legs along the axes of the cross and then stared at her wrists and ankles inside the bracelets. Now he was completely bound hand and foot. I stopped to watch him still asleep. I wanted to savor every moment, without losing anything. I watched her breathing, deep, regular, who is sleeping soundly. Max had a really nice body. I had guessed at once, but now so seeing him completely naked was different. Nude is revealed in all its beauty. He was a slender body and defined, typical of a boy his age, very athletic. Her beautiful feet I had the opportunity to appreciate them, and now see the rest. Finally decided it was time to wake him. With cold water and pat him I brought some reality.
– Welcome back among us young – I said, looking
– Where are … … but what are you doing … – was naturally somewhat confused over such a rude awakening, so I helped him to understand better.
– You are in my house Remember Max? But now, however we are no longer living but in my secret room. The playroom note. – I saw that the boy tried to move, tried to get up but obviously could not – still – I said – you can not get up. You are bound. I have to do know. A much more beautiful because you’re tied up and two because I need that is stationary. Absolutely still. Unfortunately, being sick, very sick, and it is also for this reason that I’ve had to tie.
– But … why – said the boy was beginning to understand what kind of trouble he had got – why are you doing this to me? —
– You want to know why? Why excites me a lot and because you are very beautiful, you have a perfect body for my tastes and what I’m going to ask you. – I said staring into his eyes. He looked at me terrified. – What do you want me you bastard! —
I liked the way she told me. It was not the usual plea for a great big doll but a tearful response from man. One with the balls I say.
– You’ll see once dear – and pressed a button on the control box commanding the mechanism of the cross. The motor to which were connected to cables of metal bangle set in motion by starting to roll around their wheels. Slowly the rope was passed to the ankles and wrists of the boy and his body began to tense even more. Slowly but inexorably. I turned off the switch only a little break before the limit of its tendons. He was screaming in pain he felt at the seams and joints. I stopped and stood to observe him carefully. Now he was possibly even more beautiful than before. Say a different beauty. Her naked body subjected to a tension so strong was shiny with sweat.
The thing that fascinated me was his torso. The rib cage subjected to the tension had been expanded and raised him and being further delineated this skinny all his ribs. I could see them one by one under the skin, protruding like blades. Wonderful. I ran my hand through his hairless chest with my fingers in the grooves of each of his ribs. In contrast to his chest was a flat belly. Indeed a basin. Stretched like a hammock between the last rib and the iliac bones of the pelvis. I watched as the kidnapped her belly bare, concave, flat, skin taut, and her beautiful navel in the middle round, protruding. Undoubtedly the Leonardina working well and a good body lean and hard as her giving the best results. The testing could be said to be made. Now I could proceed according to my plan for him. The only doubt was whether to devote a little more ‘even the soles of feet. I decided to be, after all it was worth it.
– Okay dear Max – I said – it’s time to begin —
I took a scalpel from a tray. I did so that he could see him and waited for his reaction that it was of sheer terror as I expected.
– No! No what you do! What do you want me damn! —
I smiled without answering, and I headed to the bottom of the cross, to her beautiful bare feet.
Have you ever heard of spank? Well if not I tell you. It is one thing they do in the world bdsm. In practice it means spanking. And what I did. Sculacciai the soles of the feet of Max, with his hands. First floor and then louder in a crescendo of excitement and enthusiasm. I stopped sweating and I went up to his face, close by.
– You liked my friend? – I asked looking into his eyes. He looked at me almost dumbfounded – but what do you do … but what the hell you have in mind …. The bastard will pay for all this, You shall pay dearly … oh-contact is very expensive. —
– Oh I do not think that will go well … I do not think-I smiled and went to a table in the corner of the room. On it lay a tray that contained some surgical instruments. I took some gaps and a scalpel. I went back to the boy and showed it to him. – Do you know what are these true? And you know what they are. Now you understand why I connected so in this position and so tense. I need that your torso is as exposed as possible and then you are totally immobilized.
The boy’s face lit up with terror when I finally understood what awaited him.
I approached him. One hand stroked his chest, feeling the relief of every one of his ribs very visible under the taut skin of his chest so unnaturally raised from the tension of the position. I ran my hand down to her belly. Her belly had become a hollow, the skin taut as a drum. The stroked feeling so excited. I appreciated the relief of his iliac crests as well visible at the bottom of the abdomen.
– You are wonderful Max said. -You have a gorgeous body. I am sure that within six equally beautiful –
I rested the tip of the scalpel at the base of her neck and began to cut, slowly, along the breastbone. The skin was opened with a disconcerting ease. He left little blood and it was immediately below the bone. Arrived at the bottom of the sternum continued to cut down down along the belly up to the pubic bone. Here too, the skin is cut with ease. Below you could see the muscles of the abdomen. Practically there was no fat, just skin and then muscle. My boyfriend was in shape. I paused a moment to observe his face. Was the contract in a grimace of pain. I passed the cut. This time I cut the muscles. Now she was really open. I put down the knife with both hands and opened the flaps of the wound, taking care to unstick the skin and muscles on the chest, baring the ribs. They were white, alternating with the red of the intercostal muscles. Even though I could not see nor his heart and his lungs even though his chest ventilated hours long. Fully opened also his belly. Was stunned by what I saw. I never thought that in a belly so thin he could stay there all that stuff. His guts were something fascinating. A skein gray-pink, long, all rolled up and compressed. Her belly was practically full of this sort of slimy cord. Had within yards of guts. I buried both hands between the loops of his intestines and started splashing around at the height of excitement. It grabbed her head and began to roll out the tangle of its slimy belly. Gradually it was emptying. He was still alive and awake and looked stunned as I was doing. – I knew that inside were beautiful – I said as I pulled out yards and yards of intestines. They were very long, it seemed that never end, it was unbelievable. Eventually he reached the stomach and then the liver, pancreas, spleen. In short his abdomen had been completely emptied. I looked at the boy, now dying because of bleeding. In a bucket placed under the table I had collected all his bowels. He looked at me one last time and then closed his eyes. Forever. The rest was finished to slaughter his body, cut into pieces and then dissolve it in the bin and delete all traces of acid. At the end of the day I was exhausted but very happy. The Leonardina had done his duty, had worked to perfection.

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Fantasy

Ahh… Lochy

It had been years since Lochy and I had seen each other, In fact, I had almost forgotten about him altogether during the time I went away.
But perhaps I’m confusing you a little, so let’s delve into our past a bit…
*3 Years ago*
We were both young 16 year olds that attended the same High School in Melbourne.
Our class schedule’s barely were the same but that didn’t keep us from being the bestest of friends outside of school, or during our shitty classes.
More often than not, during class he’d text me, or I’d text him a simple code; “Receiver”
which meant, that we would both ask our teachers to go to the toilet, and with that we would both meet up and talk.
usually it was about something funny that had happened in one of our classes, or we would gossip about current rumours that we’d heard.
School life was pretty much standard for us, we came, we saw, we left.
I just happened to leave that school a little early, my Mum had to go on what was supposed to be a short business trip to Perth (which was on the complete other side of Australia) and stay there for 6 months or so.
And because it was too long of a trip for me to stay home by myself (I had no siblings and my father was away in the middle east being “Mr, Military”) so I had to go with her.
But because I wasnt supposed to have been gone for too long, Lochy and I never really had much of a goodbye.
I mean sure we were both quite upset by it, but we both knew that by the time I got back in 6 months time, the summer holidays would’ve started and we would be able to make up for lost time everyday.
Well, to cut a long introduction short, Mum and I arrived at Perth, I had to attend some crappy school which her work organised for her, and when I say crappy school, I mean Snob central.
All upperclass douches with a knack for talking down to anyone who’s parents didn’t earn over 100 grand in a year.
so of course I didn’t et along with anyone and pretty much kept to myself.
It was during this trip that Mum’s work had offered her a more permanent position at the Perth quarters and had convinced her with a somewhat gratuitous raise to go along with it.
So of course Mum said “yes” and I tried my best to scheme a way to go back to Melbourne but it was no good.
Lochy wasnt impressed either.
So here we are, 3 years later and I was on my way back to Perth.
After completing my Yr 12 at Snob Central I managed to find a university, well, the ONLY university that majored in the course I wanted to study.
Luckily, the Uni was in Melbourne.
“Hey man, I can’t wait to see ya” Lochy’s cheerful but slightly more masculine voice was heard over the USB computer Mic/headphone thingy.
“Yeah man, so you’r still okay to pick me up at the airport terminal when I arrive tomorrow?” I replied inbetween mouthfulls of my last dinner in Perth.
“Yeah, everythings all good, you can stay the night at mine as well, my Parents have pissed off to Adelaide for some sort of festival and have taken my brother and sister too! So we’ll have the whole house to ourselves!”
I contemplated all the shinanigans that would happen once I got there, the drinking, the partying, ahh It’ll be like the old days, except we’ll legally be able to do it now.
Not that it stopped us when we were underaged though.
We made some plans and fare-welled one another when it started getting late.
I hadn’t mentioned this yet but I’m Bi, or Gay, I hadn’t come to a conclusion yet.
I think it was the snobby bitches at Snob-Central that seemed to turn me off women, although the guys were shit’s as well, the women really take the cake.
Something about a slender males body with slight visible abs and a nice shaven cock was what really turned me on, I’d masturbated to straight porn before but the look of a naked women just wasnt special nor appealing to me anymore, after all, I had, had girl-friends in the past, and have done everything under the sun with em’ but a hot guy was what made me instantly hard and keen to fuck.
It was a bright, sunny saturday afternoon when my flight arrived at the Melbourne airport at 1:00pm.
Customs and airport security was pretty nice and didn’t seem to hassle me at all, so the whole process went quite smoothly.
After collecting my bags I made my way to the front of the airport where Lochy and I had arranged to meet up, I reached the end of the escalators and looked around for my friend.
Nothing..
I noticed a young girl with her parents, she was throwing a tantrum because she didn’t want to leave her friends behind.
She couldnt have been no more than 12 or 13, but the profanity that she was using was surprising!
The scene of this young girl occupied my attention, and with that Lochy striked, Launching in from behind me when I wasnt paying attention, to tackle me to the ground.
At first I thought I was being mugged, but I looked over my shoulder after I hit the ground to see the most gorgeous face ontop of me.
Ahh, Lochy. -I thought, I had completely forgotten about your eyes.
They were a deep emerald-green with yellow edges around the outside of his iris which contrasted very well with his olive skin.
“Gotcha!” He said whilst still completely ontop of me, the scene had caught the attention of a lot of the people that were nearby and I instantly felt embarrassed.
“Get off me a cheeky shit! You had me worried coz’ I couldnt find you”
“I was hiding”
“Well Deh…” I said trying to push the man, my friend off me.
I put my hands on his chest and tried with all my strength to push him off me, but he wouldn’t budge.
Lochy wasn’t a heavy bloke, or a fat bloke at that, be if he wanted to stay put, he somehow managed to conjure up some sort of “magical” weight that made it ridiculously hard to move him.
“Alright alright” he said finaly lifting his body off the ground.
As I was getting up I felt that I had gotten hard from the slightly intimate scenario that had just happened between us.
My cheeks began to blush.
“Haha!” lochy explaimed, “Whattaya embarrassed about?”
“You had me on the floor ya dumb-ass, and people were looking!” The perfect cover-up.
I had managed to hold my 6.5” Boner down with my hand while it was in one of my pockets.
Clearly, I had done this before.
“So wheres your car?” I asked while we begun outside.
We walked into the carpark and he showed off his newly purchased ride, an R-fucking-33 GTR.
“Trying to over compensate for something eh?” I said snidely, obviously showing that I ahd picked upa thing or two from Snob-Central.
“You think I got a powerful car because me cock’s small?” He smiled broadly while saying it.
“Well isnt that why people with small dicks get em? To over compensate?” I could feel that he wasn’t moved at all by the comment, bugga.
“Well, let’s just say I get a-l-o-t of compliments, I’ve even been called God by a few of the ladies” he said with a wink.
He started his car and we were on our way.
“Wait… God? I uhh… dont get it”
“What do you think they say when I’m pounding 8 and a half inches of raw meat into them?” he said, smiling a cocky yet somewhat sexy smile at me.
“I still dont get it” I said.
“Oh God! Oh God!” Lochy said in a females voice.
We both cracked up in laughter.
When we arrived at Lochy’s his parents where just about to leave the house, I said my hello’s and they said their goodbyes and such and they were off, gone for a week.
I walked into the house and that farmiliar smell welcomed me, I felt complete and at ease.
“Think fast!” lochy said as he threw a can of Bundy Rum & Coke at me.
“Cheers, bud” I said, after catching it and taking a massive swig.
We went up to his room with the entire carton of Bundy and lochy put it in his room-fridge to keep it nice and cold.
The temperature outside was around the 35 degree celcius mark, and the air-con at lochys’ house hadn’t yet been turned on for god knows why.
“Fuck it’s hot in here!” I said whilst taking off my shirt exposing my slightly tanned and hairless chest and navel.
I had a very nice slender body that I was quite proud of, that had a slight outline of a 6-pack.
It seems kinda’ wrong that my body almost turns me on, and that a complete identical copy of myself would make me hard in seconds but hey, my well chissled face, gray-blue eyes and long browny-blonde hair and 6.2-tall body seemed to resonate with some of the women.
I looked like a surfy person.
My name’s Daniel by the way, I completely forgot to mention that, but I’ll hardly be referring to myself in the 3rd person so I didn’t think it to be necessary.
Lochy was looking at me as I took my shirt off, I saw out of the corner of my eye and I hoped he liked what he saw, even though I was completely certain that he was 100% straight.
“Whoa dude, nice tan!” He exclaimed.
“Thanks, man. I guess living in Snob-Central has it’s benefits”
And with that Lochy thought it was time that he too would try to fiend off some of the heat by escaping from his shirt.
My eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I saw his body for the first time in 3 years…
He was slightly bulkier than me, but it was all muscle.
They wernt huge or anything, but they wern’t small either, they were… perfect.
His broad shoulders and huge chest narrowed down to his navel and waist which showed the beginnings of a ‘V’ down to the family jewels, His completely smooth olive skin was also mostly hairless and I noticed a slight shavers rash just above his boxer shorts where he’d obviously been shaving his pubes.
Nice.
We both downed our drinks and got stuck into a few more whilst talking about what had happened when I was away.
He seemed to talk a lot about the girls that went to school with us and how some of them had gotten pregnant and how he’d banged a lot of them.
And with that he asked how many girls I’d banged whilst in Perth.
“Uhh, not many man.”
“Awww cmon, a great looking dude like you would’ve been reeling them in, left right and center!” he said whilst casually looking me up and down.
“I’m not that good looking ya know, there’s far, FAR better looking guys out there, like you for example, your fuckin’ hot!” I said, making an emphasis on the word ‘fucking’
Lochy just did that smile which I learnt to love and simply said “You just cant see your body from where I’m looking” and with that he gave me a wink, grabbed another two cans of Bundy, threw one to me and headed towards the door.
“Cmon, lets go for a swim in the pool, it’s too hot to be sitting in my room” He said standing at the doorway.
I downed what remained of the bundy I had and opened the can that lochy gave me and made my way behind him out to his back yard.
His dogs happily greeted me with a few crotch and ass sniffs but I was paying far too much attention to what was unfolding before my eyes.
Lochy, was taking off his pants the reveal his boxers and dive-bombed into the pool.
I got hard again, but this time I couldnt just put my hand in my pocket and hold my cock down because I was supposed to be taking my pants off and getting into the pool, plus his dogs kept bumping it with their wet noses, sending very slight shivers of pleasure through my body which didn’t help the scenario at all.
“Cmon man, what are ya waiting for?” He called out standing in the pool.
Water was dripping from his wet hair down his face and chest.
“Bah! Your dogs keep bugging me, man”
Lochy called his dogs over to the side of the pool and gave them both a pat and scratches on their head.
This gave me the perfect opportunity to de-robe down to my boxers and jump into the pool with a low risk of him seeing my member, or the tent it had created.
Lochy swam over to me once I got into the pool and leaned against the tiled side of it, reaching for his can which he had placed there and took a few swigs.
“This is much better isnt it” he said inbetween swigs.
“Shit yeah! This is the life” I said whilst swigging away at mine.
We swam around for a bit and just casually chatting and occasionally getting out to grab more booze until the sun’s presence had begun to be less dominant of the sky.
The heat was still there, but at least the harsh sun wasn’t there.
We’d both been in the pool for a good 4 hours and had already drunken most of the carton of Bundy.
We were both pretty hammered by then.
As the sun disappeared and the mosquito’s made themselves known we decided to go back in and make some food.
“What do you feel like mang?” he asked me, slurring his words a little.
“Dunno mang, a sammich?”
“Fwhat?! I ain’t gonna make you no sammish! I ain’t no bitch of yours!” He exclaimed jokingly.
(This is in reference to women making the men sandwiches in the kitchen)
“Oh but you are my bitch, so bend over and take one for the team!” I yelled coming up behind him trying to hump his firm ass through our damp boxers.
Slightly pushing me back he said “Alright, calm down. I’ll make some Nachos okay?”
“Sure bud” I said after going around to the dining table which was situated right next to the kitchen in the same room, there I sat down and watch Lochy pour a packet of Doritos into a tray and smother them with grated cheese and salsa before putting it into the oven and setting the timer.
“Okay, while thats doing that, I’m going to go change into some less wet clothes”
and with that I was alone in the room with my delusions and drunken mind.
“I may as well do the same” I thought, and with that I went to the spare room where he had situated me and my belongings, closed the door and changed clothes into something clean and dry.
When I returned to the kitchen I was greeted with a wonderful scent of Nachos being freshly plucked from the oven and being placed onto the counter.
“Dinner’s served” a well dressed and clean Lochy said.
We grabbed some plates and evenly piled the Nachos onto our plates and made our way into the lounge room where Lochy put on a movie.
It was one that we had both seen together many times, but it was a good all-rounder that was there when you just wanted background noise or were too bored and couldnt think of anything else to do.
So there we sat, munching away and watching the starting credits appear and dissapear on the screen.
“So how many chicks HAVE you slept with in Perth?” He asked
“You’ve asked me that already, remember?”
“Yeah I know that, but you didn’t answer me”
“I said not alot”
I took a massive swig on Bundy, the buzz beginning to feel more prominent.
“That’s not an actual answer, you need to tell me a number!” Lochy exclaimed inbetween sips of his drink.
“Ive only screwed 2 chicks okay. You happy?” the emotionally filled response processed in lochys head, I could see the cogs turning and I could almost gurantee that he wouldnt believe it.
“Pfft! Thats bullshit, dude. As if you hadn’t had heaps of roots!”
I knew it! Even after all of these years I could still predict his reactions.
“I just never really got along with anyone…” I responded, “Most of the chicks at my school were snobby bitches and all the other chicks were really dirty and not my type.
“Fair enough” he responded.
Our conversation stopped abruptly there and we both drunk away at our drinks and watched some of the movie.
It wasn’t 10 minuets later when I remembered his comment in the car about his 8 1/2” cock, and with the thought of that unrealistic size I laughed a little.
Lochy turned his head, “What’s funny?”
I turned my head, I didnt realise that I’d laughed out loud.
“Huh? Oh, I was just thinking about what you said in the car, why would you make something up like that?”
I replied.
“Make what up?” Lochy tilted his head a little to one side, it looked kinda cute.
“Ya know, about the 8 1/2” Cock of yours”
“What about it?”
“As if its actually that big, I’m not an idiot, dude.”
Instantly, Lochy smiled that smile again, but didn’t reply, this was a response I hadn’t anticipated.
“Bullshit” I exclaimed. “I don’t believe it”
“Wanna see?” he asked looking excited.
My eyes flickered from his face to his crotch and back up quickly and my head begun reeling of the thought of seeing a monster cock like that.
I could feel my own cock start to stirr in my pants.
“Uhhh sure” I finally replied.
Lochy set his plate aside, downed the rest of his can and stood up, facing me. Still shirtless he undid his belth and dropped his pants and boxers to his feet in one swift motion, the sound of the metal belt hitting the ground made the whole thing real.
There, right infront of my drunken eyes stood a mostly flacid 5” cock dangling down.
I got cocky, and asked a question that I knew what his response would be.
“Pfft, thats not 8 and a half inches!”
“Well it’s not hard is it, dumbass!” he returned
“So then get hard and prove me wrong, coz as far as I can see, I’m looking at 5” and me being right”
I replied with a cocky smile, he moved right next to me and said.
“Then make it hard yourself! Cmon, Dan. You know you want to!”
Right next to my head was this wonderful smooth cock, dangling.
I put my plate aside, downed the rest of my drink and placed a hand on his shaft, Lochy closed his eyes and told me to keep going.
So I started to slowly move my hand up and down his shaft and watched right before my eyes, a cock of monstrous proportions grow.
“awww man, that feels really nice, why dont you give it a taste” He said looking down at me with a wink.
If I wasn’t drunk I would’ve been far too afraid to do this, but here, in his house, in this heat and with this magical booze.
I didnt give a fuck!
I moved his shaft to my lips and flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock.
“Oh my god, Dan. Please dont stop!”
I begun my hand movements again, whilst cupping his balls with my other hand and licking up the length of this wonderful piece of meat that was all mine.
I covered it with my saliva, making it all wet and shiny.
“Stop teasing man! Suck it, suck my cock,Dan!”
I loved this, I was in complete control, or so I thought.
Continuing my licking efforts on his meat I slowly moved my hand that was upping his bulls under his gooch and towards the rose of his ass.
Slowly circling my finger around the rose I heard lochy begin to moan with pleasure as I continued to tease his cock with my tongue.
I withdrew my hands and begun licking my way up his body, I placed my hands on either side of his hips to hold him still as I made my way up with my tongue.
“Dude….” he said inbetween deep breaths, his eyes were closed, concentrating on the probably new experiences that I was giving him with my tongue.
Reaching his nipples I bit and licked them all over, moving from one to the other, wasting no time to get him as horny as I possibly could.
After my nipple licking efforts I kissed and licked my way up his neck line to his jaw and stopped, staring him right in the face.
He noticed the sudden lack of pleasure and opened his eyes.
I slowly pulled his hips towards mine, and for the first time, our lips met.
I kept my eyes open to see how he would react, but to my surprise he closed them and probed my lips with his tongue.
I opened my mouth and our tongues danced in each other mouths for ages, I moved my hands, rubbing them up his 6-pack, feeling each sexy bump after sexy bump as they made their way to his chest where I begun pinching his nipples slightly.
He on the other hand, begun grabbing my ass and squeezing them hard.
His hard cock was pushing against my stomach and my cock was aching to be released from its dwelling inside my pants and boxers.
We broke out kiss, pushing our cocks against each other he asked, “So how big are you?”
“Well why don’t you go have a look for yourself and find out?” This time it was my turn to wink at him, and once again he smiled the beautiful smile that seemed to melt away at my heart.
Good god, was I falling in love with him?!
Lochy kissed me on the lips once more and begun his kissing and licking attack on my body as he made his way down.
My nipples received barely any attention compared to what I gave him, but it was my cock that really needed it.
I placed my hands on his head bracing for what was about to happen as he struggled to get my belt off.
He was more drunk than I thought.
After a few minuets and some excessive profanity later my belt was finally released and my pants were being lowered, I stepped out of them once they reached the floor.
Lochy gasped at the impressive meat, which was already as hard as a rock.
It stood straight out from my body and pointed directly inbetween his eyes.
Looking up at me I smiled and gave him a wink and wiggled my cock infront of him.
“Well?” I said seductively.
He looked at the meat and then back up at me.
“Whats the matter?” I asked.
“I uhh, I’ve never done this before”
“heh, don’t worry man, just dont use your teeth whatever the fuck you do, just dont scrape your teeth along me, or you’ll be a dead man” I said jokingly, I could tell that instantly he knew that I was somewhat gay, and he accepted it.
He wrapped his hand around the shaft and begun licking the tip of my cock like I had done to him earlier.
The feeling of his hand, of physical contact sent waves of electricity through my body.
“Ahhhh Lochy!” I let out with a moan.
Instead of being a tease like I was, he opened his mouth and begun slowly moving his head back and forth on my cock, going a little further each time until the head of my cock had hit the back of his throat, it instantly hit a gag reflex and he bit down a little whilst coughing.
“FUCKING OW!” I yelled thrusting backwards removing my cock with a pop as the head came out of his tightly sealed lips.
“Sorry man, I didn’t know that would happen…” he looked kinda upset that he had failed his first attempt.
“Look” I said, “lets go to your room, I’ll teach you a few things.
But first, lets get some more drinks!”
My idea had been just what we needed.
Some more alcohol was exactly what was needed to keep things rolling, I was fearing that Lochy might begin to sober up and have second thoughts.
“Fuck yeah!” he said getting up off the floor.
We made our way to the kitchen and I grabbed the last 6-pack that was in the fridge and then made my way to his room, Lochy, was behind me. And as I walked in front I could hear his cock slapping his theighs behind me as he walked, this tunred me on greatly! Also, I could tell that he was checking out my ass the whole time.
Once we reached his room, I threw him a cold bundy and downed mine instantly, then grabbed another.
I jumped onto the bed laying down, face up and spread my legs for him.
He looked at me and his cock twitched.
“See dan, I told you that your hot, your the only thats been able to make me hard, did you know that?”
I was shocked!
“What? Really?” I asked, confusion and happiness in my voice.
“You never knew? Almost everytime we hung out, I’d have to hide my boner because your so fucking hot! I wanted to fuck your brains out so many times!”
“Dude, I thought you were straight” I replied confused.
Lochy moved towards me and lay down ontop of me, holding himself up with his strong arms, but rubbing his crotch and cock flat against mine.
“I was hard at the airport when I picked you up, And I laid down on you like this because its my fantasy…” he replied.
I kissed him hard and passionately, I had never felt so in-love and so right with a man, ever! But this man, had completely won me over and from that moment I decided to please him however I could.
“Lochy, I love you!” I said inbetween kisses,
“Dude… I think… I think I love you too” he replied.
He broke off the kiss and moved straight down my body and back to my cock, and straight into his mouth it went.
This time, however he swallowed and plunged hard on it making it go right down his throat.
“Fuck! Dude! Keep that up and I’ll be filling you with cum!”
He stayed there to get adjusted to the meat that was invading his throat.
After a while he slowly begun to slide my cock in and out of his mouth and throat, the tightness was just amazing.
Faster and faster he picked up the pace, drool dribbled down my cock and around my balls making them wet and slick, me stopped deep throating me for a second to drool onto his finger and went right back onto deep throating me.
“ahhhhhhhh man, I dont know much I can take of this, ooooooooohhhhhh”
My moans of pure bliss filled the room (and probably the house) and I was getting close to shooting my seed all over the place!
Lochy lifted my torso up his hand and guided his newly drooled on finger to my hole, he rubbed it around the hole for a while and got the entrance slick and slender.
This sent me over the edge…
“OHHH FUCK DUDE!!! I’m CUMMMMMNG!!!!!! IM CUMMING!!!!’
He didnt know how to react, so he pulled out a little but left the head of my cock in his mouth as I begun to shoot my hot load inside of it.
He tried to swallow but the pressure built up too much and my cock ended up popping out of his mouth and I sent ribbons of cum right onto his face, his chest and torso.
My Orgasm subsided but cum was leaking out of the tip of my cock and down the side of my cock and all over my balls.
I had my head back, and was panting hard.
“That…. was….. incredible!”
Lochy licked the tip of my cock to clean it a little and gave me that amazing smile once more.
“did ya like the, sexy?”
Sexy… I thought to myself, he thinks I’m sexy!!!
I blushed hard at the comment and Lochy begun to move his body up mine.
We kissed passionately for a bit, and I tasted my own cum for the first time.
“What do you think of your own sex juice?” He asked.
“I think I could open up a business and sell the shit!” I replied jokingly.
“I could be your personal milker” and a wink followed that comment.
I blushed hard again, “What about you, with all the sugary stuff you gorge on all the time I bet you cum liquid sugar!”
Lochy stopped still for a second.
“I have an idea!” me looked at me in the eyes, kissed me again and left the room.
I heard the microwave in the kitchen being used and minuets later, Lochy returned.
My jaw dropped…..
Before me stood, a sexy, olvie-skinned man, with an 8 and a half inch cock that was covered, in chocolate!
And I LOVE, choclate!
“What do you think?” he asked.
“Come here, I want you now!”
he set aside a small cup that had some chocolate still in it, and he jumped onto the bed.
Placing his muscular legs either side of my chest I was presented with a chocolate-covered, Lochy-Cock.
Eagerly I opened my mouth to receive my prize, and I begun slurping away at his sweet, sweet pole.
Never had I ever thought of this, and never will I ever forget this.
Because he had melted it and applied it in the kitchen, by the time he got back to the room, the surface had already begun to harden a little, so the chocolate wouldnt just drip off, it would literally melt in your mouth!
I slurped happily at his cock, bobbing my head in and out at a steady rhythm.
“Shit man, I can feel you sucking my cock now that some of the chocolate has come off, awwwwww man, dont stop, go faster, faster babe!”
I was happy to oblige, sadly though, because of the position I was in, I couldnt get enough speed because I could only use my neck and head and not my whole body.
Lochy got fed up, grabbed my hair and begun pounding his meat deeper and deeper inside of me with each and every thrust.
“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he howled like a wild beast as his thrusts got more and more violent.
Being slightly more experienced than him, I could take a cock down my throat.
However, his cock is on a completely different level with most other men.
So I begun chocking and gagging…
This brought him more pleasure.
“Dude! I have an Idea!” he said and finally withdrew his massive love-stick out from my mouth.
The chocolate long gone, only a few lines remained
I gasped for air, breathing heavily once I could use my throat again.
I watched curiously as he got off the bed, grabbed the small cup that he placed on the side of it and returned his head to where my cock was.
I thought to myself, “ahh sweet, hes gonna suck a choccy-cock too”
but he just kissed my cock and lifted up my ass.
He poured a small amount of the still liquid chocolate right onto my ass-hole, it was pretty hot actually and some of it dribbled down my crack and finally stopped dribbeling once it reached under my balls where it sat there and hardened.
Understanding where he was going with this I planted my feet on the bed and held myself up with my hands and legs while Lochy lowered his mouth to my hole.
The extacy that I felt was indescribable!
Never has I ever felt someone give me a rim-job before, and it was one of the best feelings I had ever felt!
Instantly I moaned and groaned, high-pitched sounds manly sounds that couldve been mistaken for a slightly masculine womans.
“Holy shit Lochy, holy fuck. Oh my god oh my god! Fuck me Lochy, I want to feel your cock inside of me!!!”
His tongue had been lapping away the the chocolate flavoured hole and was probing it in and out of it as well, getting it perfectly lubed up for what was coming… a monster.
“LOCHY FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I squealed as his tongue penetrated my hole once more.
He finally let up, and slid his sexy body up my body again, resting my legs on either side of his shoulders.
“Hey there sexy, you ready?” he asked, giving me that drop-dead-sexy smile again.
I could feel his massive head touching the rose of my ass-hole.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and buryed my head into it as he begun to push his way into me.
“Yeeeaaaaaaarrrrrghhhhhhh!” I screamed in intense pain as his cock violated my hole, the girth of his monster was almost unbearable!
He stopped, leaned over to his bedside table drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.
He pulled his cock out a little and drenched his cock and my hole in lube the help the process go a little… smoother. (heh heh, terrible pun)
“You ready sweetie?” he asked once more.
I nodded my head and anticipated the intense pain again.
But this time… nothing, there was no pain what so ever.
I waited a little longer but then I felt him bottoming out inside of me.
“Wait.. your all the way? That didnt hurt at all!” I said surprised
“This is numbing lube, I thought it might help. It only lasts for a few minuets”
he said with a wink, while the numbing effect of the lube was still working he begun to slide his huge slick cock in and out of my ass.
Everytime he would bottom out, I’d feel his balls slapping against my gooch.
5 minuets passed and he was thrusting in and out of me at a steady pace.
“You feeling anything dude?” Lochy asked.
Beads of sweat started forming on his body all over which added to the sex appeal of it.
I smiled and shook my head, getting bored with just laying there while Lochy was doing all the work I begun thrusting against him everytime he’d plunge his huge meat into me.
The slapping sound of his crotch hitting my ass was quite sexy and seemed to turn me on more.
I felt a sudden surge of electricity emanate from my ass, along with a sharp pain.
“owww” I said quietly, trying to hold it in.
“Is it still hurting dude?” Lochy seemed genuinly concerned that he actually stopped thrusting.
I wrapped my legs around his ass and pulled him into me, forcing his cock deep inside.
This time there was barely any pain. “Awwwwwwwwwwww” I moaned in pleasure.
Lochy acknowledged the moan with a hard and deep thrust.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwww, Lochy!” My breathing really begun to pick up.
“Fuck me harder Lochy, please!”
He begun grunting a little as he sped up, thrusting as hard as he could, creating loud slapping sounds.
The bed begun to shake and squeak and our moans got louder as we neared our orgasm.
The mixture of intense pleasure and the slight, sharp pain is indescribable, absolutely nothing you’d ever feel.
Lochy continued his hard thrusts, “Lochy, please cum inside me! Fill me with your hot cum” I moaned into his ear.
This sent him into a wild humping-rage, He went all out on my ass.
Slapping it and fucking it raw just like I’d begged,
“I’m gonna cum, babe. Get ready!” His voice was out of breath but I understood him anyway.
“fuck… this is it!!!!” he said and seconds later he thrust as hard as he could deep into my Raw ass.
I felt a sudden hot, full feeling deep in my intestines as his cock shot the biggest load he’s ever shot before.
Lochy grabbed my cock and frantically begun beating it up and down, his cock still deep inside my ass throbbing away, still pumping mountains of cum inside me, some of which had begun drooling out of my ass, around lochys cock, down my gooch and covered my cock, balls and belly.
“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” I yelled as I was sent over the edge.
Lochys fast masturbation never stopped as my cock erupted shooting streams of hot, white cum inbetween us.
Our bellies and chest got covered in our cum, I finally stopped cumming and I managed to get my legs flat on the bed again.
Lochy collapsed ontop of me, the squishing sound of our cum was very sexy, yet kinda gross as they were combined by his sudden drop.
He rest his head next to mine and whispered into my ear.
“I fucking love you, Dan. And I want to do this with you forever”

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The Aquatic Boy

I hope you like this story guys, 😀 I’m not a native English speaker, so I might have committed some grammar mistakes and this is my first story, tell me in the comments what you think 😛

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A Quiet Walk in the Country

I don’t live in the big city. “Out in the county” as people around here call it, you can leave your house unlocked and know it safe while you are not there. You can take a walk around the neighborhood at night without fear. There are no gangs. No rapes. The worst crime to be committed in our little village in the last 10 years was when 3 teenage boys broke open a Pepsi machine and emptied the coin box. That’s how it is supposed to be. That’s how it USUALLY is.
I am a 51-year-old Caucasian male. I have never been victim to any crime greater that being shortchanged a quarter at the grocery store. I used to be excellent shape. I was always athletically inclined. I was into karate, bicycling, hiking, horseback riding, archery, baseball, football, basketball (these last 3, playing, not sitting on a couch watching) and still look in good shape for my age.
That was before the arthritis started in my hips. Now my only exercise I get is walking. Any day the weather permits, I walk the quiet little country roads. I walk up one and down another, usually walking a total of about 10 miles during midday. Sometimes, when my hips are feeling young, I’ll walk through one of the wooded areas and take in some nature. This was one such day…
At least, until I came across a group of young men using the woods to have a private party. I approached the group. People around here are friendly. I know most of them after living here the last 25 years anyway. I got a little concerned as I approached and saw well over a dozen Harleys parked in the clearing. Everyone there was wearing a leather with the word “Outlaws” sewn to the back along with some sort of graphic I couldn’t make out. I decided it would be prudent to go around and not make my presence known. I quickly chose a different path. As quickly as my sudden flare up of arthritis would allow anyway.
“Hey Pops! Don’t run away. We won’t bite you. Come join us.”
I told them my arthritis was acting up and I needed to get back to level ground. “Thanks anyway.” I said as I turned and took a step. That is, tried to take a step. My shoelace caught on the fallen branch I was stepping over and I fell to the ground on my right hip, leg bent in a painfully awkward position. Nothing broken or even sprained, but my hips hurt like a motherfucker. Pardon my language, but it hurt worse than any other words could describe. As I tried to get myself up, 2 of the young men came over to help. They seemed very nice.
“Hey old man, if your hip is bothering you, why don’t you party with us ’til it feels better. We got pot, coke, beer, Jack Daniel’s. Something’ll make it feel better. Fuck, one of the guys could even give you a ride home,” said the largest of the group.
As I got closer, I realized the one speaking used to be a neighbor kid. Jamie, Jamie Sheridan. A lot bigger and meaner looking than the last time I saw him. I started to relax a bit, after all, Jamie had always been a good kid. I reminded him of whom I was. Oh, yeah, he remembered. Yeah, I stilled lived in the same house. I relaxed a bit more yet.
No stranger to recreational substances, I partied with the guys. It was far more fun than I thought it’d be! I had a great pot/cocaine/beer buzz going. I was sociable as hell. My hip was feeling much better, but I didn’t feel like leaving.
I should have followed my original instincts.
I was so fucked up, I didn’t even notice how odd my beer had started to taste. These guys were telling stories and I was listening, laughing and just feeling comfortable around them. Too comfortable. I’ll never know what it was that had gone unnoticed in my beer. I just remember getting a hardon that wouldn’t go away. Jamie said something about being horny (fuck, he REALLY had gotten bigger since I last saw him!!). Man I was fucked up. I told him I could use a little sex myself. “That’s good, cause you are about to get plenty of it” Jamie told me.
Jamie stood up, dropped his pants and told me to suck his cock.
“What’re you fuckin’ nuts?” I asked as I backed away from this big, badass bike gang leader. I instinctively took a fighting stance! Thanks, guys for the coke. My hips are feeling pretty spry, and “I’m no fag. I ain’t sucking nobody’s dick! I appreciate the party boys, but I think it is time for me to get going”. As I backed away, my rear foot touched another. I shot a back kick straight up under his chin.
It had started. Before it was over, 6 of those young men would never touch me again, if they survived. Another 4 had breaks of major bones and would no longer be able to fight. The remaining 7 overpowered me. 4 of them held me down, while the remaining 3 took revenge for their “brothers”.
One, seeming to like, or dislike, my face, kicked me in it repeatedly. I didn’t know it at the time, but my lower jaw was broken in 3 places. My right eye socket was crushed, all my front teeth kicked out. My nose broken, pointing to the smashed left cheekbone.
Man #2 has a preference of breaking each rib in 2 places with his cleat covered boot tips, while the last took a hideous pleasure in trying to break my testicles. He said so. I broke his best friend’s pelvis, he was going to break my balls. He ended up getting even for his friend’s pelvis in the process.
As someone lifted me off the ground, I heard Jamie say “All you had to do is suck my cock, well, all my friends too. And take it up the ass by maybe half of them and no one needed to get hurt. We got you horny enough, you’d have had fun at the same time.” I had to admit to myself that as beaten and broken as I was, I was still fucking horny. And the idea of sucking every guy here was starting to sound really good. “Now, you’re gonna do it anyway, but after what you did to my crew, you’ll be lucky to live through it.”
They laid me face down across a big boulder. Someone took of my pants. He gasped as my genitals pulled loose from my underwear, bouncing my agonized balls off the boulder’s surface. The same someone bent each leg and pulled up along the side of the stone. To onlookers, I must’ve appeared to be a jockey riding the big rock in a race. I got pulled forward until my head hung completely.
Once again, Jamie’s voice penetrated my veil of anguish. “Here it comes Pops,” were his words as he grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head until my broken mouth fell open. That close to my face, I was able to make out his cock through my bruised, slit eyelids. It looked very much like my own, making it 6.5-7 inches long, 1.75 or so across. His balls hung higher than mine. The years, and my addiction to binding them tightly, have taken a toll on my sack and its residents.
His cock plunged to its base in one, swift, punishing motion, pressing my already broken nose more flatly against my busted cheekbone. Jamie apparently didn’t need to work up to stride, he hit it right away, pulling back until it almost passed out my lips, only to ferociously pound it back into my nearly toothless ravaged oral cavity against my face so hard as to make it bounce of his pelvis. I try to gag each time he plunges in, but he just pushes harder. His tempo increases with my discomfort.
Soon I feel my mouth drooling frothy saliva, almost gushing as a defense mechanism. Someone off to my left has a hand under my chin and is harvesting the drool. He is using it to lubricate my asshole. Considering his lack of any form of gentleness, I’d guess his only concern is in not friction burning his dick. He harvests saliva several more times before pushing the head of his very hard pecker against my virgin shithole and shoves it straight in as far as it will go. It must not have gone all the way in as he kept pushing and grunting and making me feel as though he is going to tear through me. Out to the tip, for a running start, slam it back in as hard as he could, over and over. The pain was unbearable, I passed out.
Something hot and wet permeating my unconscious drifting. Splashing all over my face. “Bull shit, you’re passing out on us! Fuck you! You beat my boys, some still out of it and you think you’re gonna sleep through your punishment! Wake the fuck up, motherfucker!” Oh God no. Some of them are pissing on my head and face and in my mouth. Something thick in slowly making its way out the corner of my mouth. I move my head. Someone holds my eyelids open and the piss streams get directed to my eyes, making them burn all over.
“Alright, he’s awake. I’m next!” big fatass comes to my face. He backhands me as hard as he could across my face. “Break my arm, willya, pieceashit. I was the one that was gonna give you a ride home, you ungrateful motherfucker. All I wanted in return was a piece of your ass. Now I want a piece of your dick as well”. With that, he pushed the guy that was fucking me completely away. He came out with a very audible “POP!”. Fatass pulled out a butterfly knife. He was so graceful at opening it, I know I either broke the wrong arm, or Fatass was bi-dexterous. Either way, I was not able to prevent him from cutting off my cockhead and rubberbanding it to my face where my nose is supposed to be. And he went to my ass a proceeded to stick his (fortunately for me, shorter) penis in my pooper and fuck me for all he was worth.
Meanwhile, the guy that had been up my ass came to my mouth to finish. Oh yuck. My shit was all over it! Fucking disgusting! I consciously realized at that moment that this guy wasn’t wearing a condom. My disgust didn’t matter a bit to my assailant, he just started fucking my mouth without a care. All 7 healthy attackers and 3 of the wounded ones took turns sadistically raping me from both ends. One of my seriously wounded adversaries gained a measure of consciousness. When asked, he whispered something in Jamie’s ear and died.
“Horse said to stick a JD bottle as far up his ass as we can and beat him until it breaks.”
I tried to move. I was too badly beaten and decades out of peak fighting condition. All I could do is keep lying on here on this boulder while they forced the bottle up my ass. I know they punctured intestine in the process, but that didn’t matter because the beating all that could gave me in the lower back with large branches and bottles did far more damage. The fragmented glass would never come out safely.
They gathered their wounded and bikes and rode off. Before he left, Jamie bent down and said “Gee Mr. Greenlee, all you had to do was give us head and tail. No one needed to get hurt. Let alone die. I always liked you when I was a kid”.
That was the last one was of them. The sun was still up then. Odd, I was feeling so cold before. Now, it is so warm… pleasant… Must be… indian… sum…

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Oh How Love Has Sharp Claws Pt. 1

Darkness to me has always been evil, death, and fear in its rawest form, but that all changed when I meet him. He had come into my life like a raging storm, yet had not left with that same power. My name is Lukus Mark and this is my story of how I meet the love of my life.

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Beach House Sleepover 3

The next in the series. Back at the farm, Chris and Alex are finishing up from their previous episode. They’re playing it risky this time… But will they get caught?

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Playing Wifey

Sitting at the traffic light my left foot taps the car’s floor anxiously while my other foot holds break. Seemingly the only thing restraining my extreme sexual desires. All day I’ve been looking forward to getting home before my girl friend. I generally finish work at least an hour before her. And I need that hour to indulge in my hobby. Or fetish. What ever you choose to call it. She would not support my fixation, and especially my intentions. I had to get home and check my email.
Not just any email. My secret account, which I’ve been using to solicit nude pictures of men I’ve met on craigslist. I have been using the “casual encounters” section of the site to post pictures of myself wearing women’s panties. Indicating my desire to trade pictures of me for pictures of men, their cocks and thier wives. The amount of replies my slim, petite, frame adorned in sexy panties attracted was impressive. All sorts of men wanted to fuck me. And they weren’t shy about telling me so. Its just too bad for them I never intended to meet with any of them. To be fair, in my add I never mentioned meeting, just trading pics. Or course these men wanted more. I can’t blame them. My ass was very sexy. I had a short boyish figure at 5’7″, 120 lbs on a good day. Though I had a supple ass that was very tantalizing in panties.
Though my adds did just fine supplying me with fresh nude pics, I still liked to search craigslist for people with similar fetishes. One afternoon I came Across this add:
Seeking Hot Twink to Dress in my Wifes Panties – 45 – Chicago
I was intrigued. I wanted to know more.
Opening the link the add stated:
The title pretty much says it all.
I can host. You dress in my wife’s clothes and we’ll see where things go.
There were a few pics attached. A pic of various panty styles, and a full body shot of the host. He had a thick build. Appearing to be big and manly though not muscular. His cock was a thick piece of meat.
My imagination went wild. Picturing me raiding his wife’s panty drawer, prancing around in her clothes. How sexy! But there was this man who posted the add to contend with as well. His add was ambiguous, stating I could try on his wife’s clothes, but I know when he sees me he will want more than just to look. After looking at that cock of his I’m starting to think that may be quite fun, and sexy.
So I replied:
Hi
I’m very slim, usually where a medium size panty. I’d love to dress up and dance for you. Put on your wife’s dresses and skirts, sexy panties, give you a little show, sit on your lap and feel that hard on. The thought of wearing your wife’s clothes really turns me on!
I attached a few of my sexiest pics to further entice this hunk. In minutes I received a reply.
You have a nice body. I think you’ll fit in my wife’s clothes. Actually she’s my ex now. What’s your shoe size?
And so our correspondence began. We emailed back and forth for an hour. Talking about our fetishes and fantasies. From what he told me his divorce wasn’t final yet. It seemed that he was upset about the way things ended with his wife, and he saw this as an opportunity to get back at her. Having a man come and dress in her clothes while she was at work and seduce her husband.
Seeing as how I live with my girlfriend, and she would be home soon, my window of sexual freedom for the night was rapidly dwindling. I sent one last message:
Have to go, but I’ll be dreaming of that fat cock of yours! Did your wife suck your cock? I’d love to see your member in action!
I signed off and resumed my straight male life.
I spent all night rolling around with and uncomfortable erection. Dreaming of dressing up and going a step further. Indulging in my oral fixation and going down on that fat cock. All day at work I kept thinking of his dick. Just sitting around in torment, thinking of the possible emails waiting for me. When the clock struck 5, I was gone. In my car and zipping home. I burst in the door, dropped my bag, threw down the keys and quickly sat down in front of the computer. Opening my secretive porn mail I saw six new messages. Some from new and old men wanting my ass, but two from my new friend. I decided to open them in the order received.
She didn’t suck me too often. Thinks she’s too good for it. I liked to fuck her with her clothes on. Skirts, tights, panties that kind of thing.
Here’s a video of her sucking me. Hope you can do better!
I clicked the link. It went to his personal sight where the video was hidden.
The vid was shot with him, John, sitting on the couch nude. The camera perched over his shoulder. His wife on her knees between his legs. She was leaning forward with her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking. Up and down the thick length. She lowered her mouth down to his head and began pumping it with her lips. It was a pretty crappy blow job. The kind you expect from a teen girl sucking her first cock. But she kept at it. Pumping his shaft, letting her lips lightly touch his head. You could see his breathing get more short and ragged. His hips bucking, trying to get deeper in her mouth, but she refused. John grunted and moaned indicating his imminent orgasm. His wife pulled her mouth off and pumped with only one hand. I got a good look at her face in that brief moment. She was homely, with brown hair, a wide nose and plain features. John grunted and pushed as she stroked him. His hips drew back, his back arched, he shot a big thick spurt of cum into the air. Several more shots erupted and landed on all over his naked body.
God, I was hard. Seeing her make him blow that big with a crumby bj/hj, I was hot thinking of how big I could make him cum with a real bj. Though, honestly I had never been with a man before. This was the closest I had come. Just talking to a man about sex and hearing about what he wanted to do to me.
I opened his next message:
Hope you liked my video! I’ll be home alone all day tomorrow. Come visit me. We can have some fun!
Included in the message were his address and phone number.
Overly excited I impulsively replied:
Oh wow! Thanks for the vid! Do you always cum that much!? I can’t wait to see you shoot! When can I come over?
During our short exchange I made my plan. I was going to leave for work tomorrow morning, then call in sick and go meet John instead. My gf shouldn’t suspect a thing. It was a long night. In the morning I showered and shaved all the hair I could, without things seeming weird to girlfriend.
I pulled into Johns driveway. Sitting in my car I contemplated the weight of my actions. I was being unfaithful to girl friend, if she knew I would never be forgiven. But this was a part of me, something I needed to explore at least this once. I exited the car. His house was a nice two story suburban home. Nicely manicured lawn, trees, flower beds, the works. I approached his unassuming front door and knocked, initiating the lose of my innocence. Immediately I had the instinct to bolt. Just turn and run to my car. But I had come too far and wanted this too badly. I could hear him approaching the door. My heart pounding in my chest.
The door swung open to reveal a burly, mature man. He was tall, taller than me, 6 foot at least. Broad shoulders. Brown hair with bits of grey streaking the sides. Looking down on me he smiled broadly. “Nice to finally meet you, Chris.” He extended his big manly hand. I gripped his hand, and squeaked hello. His other hand clasped my shoulder and drew me inside.
His house was neat and clean inside. Releasing my hand he moved he cupped my face in one big, rough palm. He turned my face toward his. “Your cute. Not too masculine.”
“Thanks.” I replied sheepishly, dropping my eyes again.
“Relax, sweet heart. This will be fun. We don’t have to go too fast.” I nodded my head, feeling rather uncertain. “Lets go upstairs and you can see my wife’s collection.”
I tried to explain, “Sorry, I’m just nervous. Never done this before.” I felt comfortable relating to him. “Being dishonest with my girlfriend is wearing on me.”
He extended his arm across my shoulders angling me toward the stairs. “But if feels so good to indulge in fantasy. I’m sure you’ve had these feelings for a long time, just like me. Its time we enjoyed them.” John walked me upstairs and guided me into his bedroom. The room opened to the left, with the head of the bed against the left wall. There was a door in the far right corner of the room leading to a master bath. On the right wall close to the door was a long, low dresser. He left me and approached the dresser. “Come explore.” John said in a dubious tone, after sliding the top drawer open.
I approached.
My eyes feasted on the treasure trove of panties before me. I started getting hard seeing all the lace, cotton, silk, variously colored and styled panties.
“You can wear what ever you want.” John told me, “This is all about you feeling sexy.”
I let my hands dive into the drawer, sorting through this magnificent collection. “I can wear anything?”
“Absolutely. There are skirts, tops, and lingerie in the other drawers and shoes in the closet. I’ll be down stairs when you feel comfortable.” And with that he walked to the hallway. Pausing in the door he said, “Oh, and I left some things for you in the bathroom.” He gave me a wry smile, winked, and shut the door. Curious, I made my way to the bathroom, my interest piqued. Standing in the door to the bathroom I found his gifts. On the counter was a brunette wig and makeup. I walked in and approached the wig. Stroking the fine hair I new this would make my crossdressing fantasy complete. Well, almost.
I striped my clothes. Standing in front of the large bathroom mirror I admired my boyish figure. Narrow shoulders, slim arms, andas of this morning, hairless. I took the wig and positioned it upon my head. It took some adjusting, turning, moving back and forth, but eventually it fit. And looked quite convincing. My new hair was very straight, the bangs were cut in a stylish arch over my eyes. I looked like a teen girl. I began looking through the make-up. Having never used make-up before I really didn’t know where to start. Lip stick is always sexy, so I selected and nice red shade and began applying it to my upper lip. It did look sexy. I decided to leave it at that for now.
Returning to the panty drawer, I came back to a silky zebra print tanga I’d seen earlier. It felt smooth and sexy in my fingers, white, with a purple zebra pattern and black lace around the waist and leg openings. I set them out on the dresser, there were other things to put on first. Drawing a lacy little string out of the drawer I slipped it around my waist. The black garter belt fit snugly. Its ribbons hung down my thighs, searching for a pair of thigh highs. Finding a pair I sat down on the bed and slipped them on my legs. Standing, I attached the garters to the buttons on the ornate, lacy black cuff of the stockings. With the panties in hand I slipped them over everything. The silk felt marvelous on my hairless body. They fit so sensuously between ample little cheeks.
Rummaging through the drawers again I found a nice, simple dress. It was short and slim, with spaghetti straps. Its dark purple color complimented my fair skin well. I slipped it over my head, making a note to dress first before applying a wig and make-up, next time. I turned cirlces, admiring myself in the full body mirror. Damn, I looked hot. Like so many young sluts I’d seen flaunting their bodies in public. Then I remembered, I had a man waiting for me. I wonder what he’ll think of me? A sly grin on my face, I needed one last touch; shoes.
In the closet I found many different shoes, I just wanted something simple. I selected a pair black leather heals with little straps that attach around the ankles. I put them on and awkwardly made my way to the door.
John was waiting for me in the living room. I found him sitting on the couch drinking a beer. When he saw me, his eyes widened, a look of pleasant surprise flashed across his face. I noticed something in his eyes; lust. That quickly he wanted to fuck me!
“You look amazing!” he said, rising from the couch.
“You think so?” I asked, trying to keep voice low and demure with out being overly feminine.
“Oh absolutely!” his hand found my hip and lightly encouraged me to turn around. He let out a low whistle as he gawked at my ass. The dress was short, barely long enough to reach the top of the stockings on my upper thighs. I bent at the waist, putting my hands on my knees, to give John a better view. He leaned back trying to see more. Suddenly I felt his hand on my inner thigh. His finger tips slowly and deliberately sliding their way up. John’s hand found my panty covered crotch, lingered for a second before his finger found traced its way between my cheeks. He pressed once on my hole and withdrew.
The whole encounter left me feeling like a lightening bolt had struck the tip of my penis. My mind was fuzzy, reeling with the reality of what was happening. It took me a second to recover. When I did a new personality had swept over me. I was no longer a boy dressed as a girl. I was a girl. A dirt little slut, ready to please a man for the first time.
John had moved to the couch, looking at me he patted the cushion next to him. But I knew where my seat was. I moved into position in front of him, put my knee in between his and pushed his legs open. Standing, I left my hands explore my body. Pushing the dress in between my legs, caressing my little tits. Resting my hands on my hips, gyrating very sexually, I lowered my ass down to my heels, knees together, pointing right at John. I slid my hands out to my knees and opened my legs wide. John’s cock jumped, his thin shorts doing nothing to hide it, when he saw his wife’s panties clinging to my hairless mound.
Moving forward I crawled my way up his body until I was straddling him. My dress pulled up my thighs, barely covering my ass, my panties on display for John.
“Do I really look sexy, hun?” I asked trying to sound like I was his wife. But John was past talking. One hand slipped around the back of my head and pulled me mouth to his. He kissed me long and deep. His tongue exploring my mouth, I could taste the beer on his breath. But I didn’t care, I was swept away in his passionate kiss. His other hand found my ass and gyrated me against his hard cock, I could feel it rubbing against my ass cheeks. God damn, it was big! Our arms entwined, tongues mingling, passion overriding us both. We laid down on the couch. John on top of me, dry humping me. Showing me his strokes. I slid my hand down and grabbed his cock. I had to see this wild beast. My hand did nothing to stop his thrusting.
He broke our kiss and pushed himself up onto his knees. Griping his shirt he pulled it up over his head in one motion. Revealing his broad chest and burly frame. His body covered in wispy brown hair. My legs still wrapped around his lower thighs, his cock still tenting the little shorts. His hand moved to the waist band.
“Wait.” I interceded, “Let me.” Pushing myself up I reversed my position. Now on my hands and knees, staring directly at the top of his tent. I reached one very nervous hand up to his waist band. This was it, the moment of truth. I slowly pulled his shorts down. The band running along his hard-on, pushing it down. The band was almost to his knees before his cock sprung free. Pointing right at my face. It was magnificent.
Big and thick, with an enormous mushroom head. It looked as if it were carved from marble. A work of art, encapsulating all the greatest qualities of a perfect penis. A master’s finest work, curling up only slightly. His throbbing shaft pulsing with veins. The large head pushing the boundaries of the shaft, a warriors helmet, ready to thrust its way to victory. The perfect rim broken only on the underside by a chiseled wedge pointing to his hole. A picturesque drop of precum poised on his tip. That was the first thing I licked.
His cum was sweet but manly. He moaned as I licked at his hole, pushing into it with my tongue. My hot breath caressing his shaft, I was overwhelmed with desire. All the porno I’ve seen, all the blowjobs, all heightening my anticipation of this moment. I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue. Leaning forward ever so slightly I let his engorged cock slide into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around his shaft so his entire head rested in my mouth. I held him there, savoring his manly cock head in my mouth. It was like a delectable stawberry ripe with juice, just waiting to be sucked dry.
I began sliding my tongue back and forth under his head. “Ooooooo, baby! Aaahhhhhh!” John moaned.
Moving one hand up this thigh I began caressing his balls while I sucked him. Pushing my mouth further down on his shaft. His massive cocksliding its way into my mouth. At the precipice on my throat, less than half his cock fitting into my mouth,I pulled back, now beginning to go back and forth on his shaft. My lips sliding up his cock, stopping at his head, and plunging down again. Each time letting him penetrate my throat a little more. I was in bliss sucking his cock, moving at my own pace.
John pulled his hips back, withdrawing his dick from my mouth with a wet SMACK! Poised on my hands and knees, mouth held in an “O” shape, longing to be filled. John sat back on the couch, puting his feet on the ground. “Why don’t you get on you knees, hun.” I crawled over and staddled him again, kissing him on the mouth. I slid down between his legs letting his cock drag against my body. Finding myself kneeling between his legs, his cock at attention before me, I grabbed it and began licking it from base to tip. “Ooooooo, yeah baby! Suck it for me!” Opening my mouth I let him back in. This time using my tongue to push his cock against the roof of my mouth. Slurping, I moved my head up and down. “Yeah! Yeah! Don’t stop!” John moaned between breaths.
His hand found the back of my head and held me down on his cock. Not letting me up past the halfway point of his cock but pushing be down closer and closer to his balls. Filling with semen, his cock swelled to enormous proportions. He grunted and groaned, his breath ragged and quick.
“Yeah baby! Yeah! Don’t stoooooooooppp!”
With that last breath his orgasm broke from his control. John’s hips bucking off the couch, his cock penetrating deeper into my mouth. The first spurt shot out and hit the back of my throat, leaving a trail on my tongue. I wanted to stop and taste his thick creamy cum but his hand on my head continued to move my mouth up and down on his cock milking more of his hot cum. The piece of chiseled stone in my mouth kept erupting in big hot bursts like some lustfully choreographed fountain head. I tried to swallow but the volume was too much and his cum began leaking from my mouth, dripping down his shaft.
Eventually his hand eased off the back of my head and his butt returned to the couch cushions. Sucking lustfully along the length of his cock I pulled his member from my mouth, keeping my mouth open to show him the pool of cum waiting to be swallowed.
“Oh yeah, baby. Swallow Papa’s load!”
I did as I was told. Sealing my lips and swallowing with one big gulp. I gathered the dribbling cum off my chin with my finger and licked it off. “Your cum is soooooo good, hun.” I told him. Grabbing his cock I began licking and kissing it. He was still hard.
“God, you love sucking dick, don’t you?” John asked.
“I never blew one before. I always imagined how hot it would be.”
“You were amazing!”
“Your cock makes me so hot!” I replied from between his his legs, looking up into his eyes. There was still lust there, a look that told me there was more he wanted to do to me.
John sat up straight, pulling his cock away from me. He leaned forward and grabbed my arms below the shoulder. He stood up and brought me with him. Towering over me, our bodies rubbing against each other he kissed me deep again. His tongue mingling with mine. I knew he could taste his cum in my mouth.
“Come upstairs.” He said, “There’s something I want to show you.” John took me by the hand and led me the the stairs. He stopped at the foot and moved to the side. Waving his hand he indicated I was to go first, but what awaited me and tight, virgin body, up there?

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